"Impossible."
The old monk shook his head, "Everyone is in the sea of bitterness, only Buddha can save them."
The young monk Hui Ming came to him, "Are you a master of the Lingguang Temple?"
"I am Fa Xin, a disciple of the Lingguang Temple." The old monk asked, "Are you a disciple of the Bodhi Temple or the Zhongyue Temple?"
Hui Ming put his palms together, "In terms of origin, I am from the Zhongyue Temple, but I am not a disciple of the Zhongyue Temple."
Fa Xin looked him up and down, "No wonder you have joined the heretics, but it is a pity that your talent is covered in dust."
"I do not deserve such praise." Hui Ming said.
"I want to save the people of this world, what are you going to do about it?" Fa Xin asked.
Hui Ming shook his head, "Under the rule of the City of Chang 'an, the people live in peace. Although I dare not say that they have reached the other side, at least they have escaped from the sea of bitterness."
"Nonsense."
Fa Xin said, "If they are not on the other side, they are in the sea of bitterness. Only by following the guidance of Buddha can we save the people to the other side. The rest are all heretics who only know how to charm people with sensual pleasures and make people fall into hell forever!"
"Buddha is in everyone's heart, everyone can become Buddha." Hui Ming shook his head, "People of different paths cannot work together. I have no intention to argue with you, I just want to ask you to leave this place."
"You are even worse than the heretics of the Zhongyue Temple. At such a young age, you have already joined the heretics."
The old monk, Fa Xin, did not get angry. Instead, he looked at Hui Ming with a deep sense of pity.
"You don't save the people from the sea of bitterness, and you want to stop me from saving them. You even watch them sink deeper and deeper."
"My Buddha is not your Buddha. Master, please." Hui Ming made a "please" gesture.
Fa Xin looked at the people in the city and nodded.
He and Hui Ming left the city together.
The little monk followed them all the way out of the city, then he heard his master say, "Stop, don't go near, be careful."
"Yes, master." The little monk stopped obediently.
In the distance, Fa Xin and Hui Ming stopped when they were far enough away from the city.
Both of them did the same thing, putting their palms together.
As they put their palms together, the air between them suddenly stirred up a cloud of dust.
"You can do it." Fa Xin said.
Please forgive me for my rudeness. "Monk Hui Ming did not refuse. He raised his hand and clenched his fist.
He punched out, and it was as if a Mount Meru was charging towards Monk Fa Xin.
The old monk Fa Xin stood on the spot without moving.
Streaks of golden radiance appeared and surrounded him, forming a Mount Meru.
It was taller and more majestic than Hui Ming's!
The two Sumeru Mountains collided.
Hui Ming's punch failed, and instead, he took a step back.
A crack appeared on Fa Xin's Mount Meru and it shook on the spot.
But his body didn't move at all. The cracks on Mount Meru quickly disappeared and it was restored to its original state.
"Your cultivation is very solid, rare, rare." Fa Xin's eyes were filled with pity, "What a pity, what a pity."
"Please enlighten me, Master." Hui Ming's expression did not change as he punched out with both fists.
As he opened and closed his fists, they seemed to form a handprint.
When Fa Xin saw this hand seal, he was slightly startled.
His protective Golden Mount Meru was instantly filled with cracks after taking Hui Ming's punch!
The powerful force even caused his body to sway a little.
"Merciful Buddha!"
Monk Fa Xin chanted the name of Buddha and the Golden Mount Meru that enveloped him suddenly disappeared.
Streaks of golden light permeated the air, as if they had turned into a light mist.
The mist was faintly discernible, as if there were flowers falling from the sky and lotuses blooming on the ground.
Hui Ming's fist could cause the other party's Mount Meru to collapse, but it was unable to break through this golden fog.
The mist was like a cloud, impermanent and fixed. It dissolved Huiming's fist seal that shattered Mount Meru into nothingness.
Hui Ming was not surprised.
He'd made the first move because he knew that his opponent had already reached the eighth realm of Buddhism, the realm of Anitya.
The seventh level of the Buddha Armor was called Mount Sumeru, where one's will would transform into Mount Sumeru, possessing boundless thoughts and boundless strength.
In actual combat, manifesting Mount Meru was a perfect combination of offense and defense. Its defense was strong, and when used for offense, it was incomparably fierce and powerful.
As for the eighth level, Impermanence, it transformed Sumeru into a mustard seed, Impermanence Will, and Impermanence Steadiness. Between transformations, it was neither countered by the opponent nor countered the opponent.
The old monk, Fa Xin, displayed the profoundness of impermanence. Although it seemed gentle, it actually dispelled Hui Ming's Sumeru Force.
"You're only at the seventh realm, but you're able to manifest some of the profoundness of the Acalanatha Seal with the Xumi Demon Subduing Fist." Fa Xin's face was pale. Instead, he let out a long sigh, "In terms of talent, you're comparable to my disciple. You're even better than me. It's a pity that you're on the wrong path. If you were on the right path, your future would be limitless!"
Hui Ming said, "You're too kind."
He'd been in Chang 'an City for the past few days. He'd observed the various facets of the human world and had gained some understanding of Buddhism. That was why he'd be able to execute such a punch.
However, since he couldn't break through his opponent's impermanence, Hui Ming retracted his fists and used his fist seal to protect himself.
Because he knew that Fa Xin was about to counterattack.
As expected, the light mist in front of him swept towards him.
Hui Ming used the Xumi Demon Subduing Fist to manifest the Acalanatha Seal.
However, the gentle light mist still passed through Hui Ming's fist seal and arrived in front of him.
A Bodhi tree extended out from the light mist. Then, a branch pointed at Hui Ming's forehead.
Hui Ming could only retreat.
However, that Bodhi tree branch extended endlessly and kept approaching Hui Ming's forehead.
In the past, when he'd fought against the Eighth Realm expert Yunmo, Hui Ming could rely on his superior and exquisite inheritance to contend with him.
But now, he was facing Fa Xin, the old monk who'd learned everything from Lingguang Temple and wasn't inferior to him at all.
At this moment, the awkwardness of being one level higher than the other was reflected.
Hui Ming's talent was outstanding. He'd definitely win against Fa Xin if they were on the same level.
Unfortunately, to a certain extent, "impermanence" countered "Xumi".
Therefore, it was difficult for Hui Ming to lose his temper when facing Fa Xin.
Fa Xin steadily gained the upper hand and forced Hui Ming to retreat continuously.
Fortunately, at this moment, a dragon's roar came from afar. Half of the sky suddenly became scorching hot.
"Master, Purple Sun Flood Dragon!" The little monk shouted.
"It's not a Purple Sun Flood Dragon. It's a devil who cultivates the Purple Sun Flood Dragon Transformation."
Fa Xin was still looking at Hui Ming, "No wonder you're so stubborn. So you're with a bunch of devils."
"Old bald thief, you dare to behave atrociously in Chang 'an?" A purple sun descended from the sky.
In the blazing flames of the sun, a purple flood dragon stretched its body. Purple flames rained down on Fa Xin like rain.
The old monk raised a hand towards the sky and raised his index finger.
The tip of his index finger seemed to have transformed into a green lamp.
A single lamp emitted tens of thousands of rays of light, enveloping the surroundings in its radiance.
Under the illumination of the Dharma's spiritual light, those needle-like purple flames were all shattered by the spiritual light and exploded in mid-air.
Rays of spiritual light even tore through the sea of purple flames and shone on the Purple Sun Flood Dragon in mid-air.
The Purple Sun Flood Dragon was shocked and hurriedly dodged.
In his fury, he spat out rays of purple flames, which turned into a fire wheel in mid-air and smashed towards his opponent.
However, Fa Xin still used Spiritual Light Illumination. Wherever the light touched, the purple fire wheel would be shattered.
At the same time, the spiritual light continued to attack the Purple Sun Flood Dragon.
The old monk used Spiritual Light Illumination on one side and Bodhi Wisdom on the other, suppressing Hui Ming and Purple Sun on the other side.
The Purple Sun Flood Dragon roared angrily. Hui Ming didn't say a word, but they were both suppressed by Fa Xin.
However, at this moment, the old monk's expression suddenly turned serious. He looked up at the sky.
The clouds there were suddenly dyed red with a layer of blood.
Slowly, an old man in a blood-red robe descended from the clouds. He stared coldly at Fa Xin below.
"Are you the City Lord of Chang 'an?" Fa Xin's expression was serious.
"You think you can alarm my Majesty?"
The newcomer was Blood Shadow. He looked down at Fa Xin with a cold gaze, "How dare you invade Chang 'an. Don't even think about leaving this place alive today."
"I don't care if I die, but I must save the thousands of lives here from the sea of suffering and from the scourge of you devils!" Fa Xin said in a low voice.
Hui Ming sighed. "Master, it's because of His Majesty's restraint. The devil cultivators of Chang 'an never hurt anyone."
"It's just a facade to deceive the world. We're just hiding our fangs temporarily." Fa Xin was unmoved.
Above, Blood Shadow snorted coldly. "Little monk, don't talk nonsense. Just take him down!"
As he spoke, the old devil transformed into a blood-red phoenix. Blood rained down from the sky.
Fa Xin used the Light of Impermanence to block the sky above.
The blood rain fell on the light fog. It couldn't continue downward.
However, the blood rain didn't disperse. It wasn't dissipated by the light fog.
Fa Xin's expression changed. He saw hundreds and thousands of blood threads extending from the blood-red phoenix in the sky. They fell and merged with the drops of blood rain in the light fog.
Then, as if they had a life of their own, the blood threads drilled down continuously, trying to penetrate the light fog.
Fa Xin's Light of Impermanence kept changing. It tried to dissipate the blood threads, but it was to no avail.
He raised his finger again. Spiritual light shone in all directions.
Like sharp blades, the ten thousand rays of spiritual light cut through the blood threads one by one.
However, the blood threads didn't dissipate. Instead, they reconnected with the blood-red phoenix's wings.
Therefore, the more spiritual lights cut, the more blood threads there were.
Fa Xin had no choice. He used the Bodhi tree branch to force Hui Ming and Purple Sun back. Then, he raised the Bodhi tree branch and pointed it at the blood-red phoenix's head.
The blood-red phoenix floated in mid-air. It didn't dodge and allowed the Bodhi tree branch to pierce its head.
A large amount of blood flowed out from the blood-red phoenix's head.
However, the dirty blood didn't scatter. Instead, it spread along the Bodhi tree branch as if it had a life of its own.
It was heading straight for Fa Xin himself.
The old monk's expression became more and more serious. He made a prompt decision and broke the Bodhi tree branch himself.
The blood stopped spreading downwards. Instead, it rose upwards.
It swallowed the Bodhi tree branch and brought it back to the blood-red phoenix's head.
The blood-red phoenix's head returned to its original state. It was as if it had never been injured.
He flapped his wings a few times. Then, he saw a Bodhi tree branch break into several pieces. They pieced together to form one of the blood-red phoenix's claws.
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