Chapter 341 Surfaced (1) (Two in One)

The ghost Buddha trudged through a sea of corpses and blood. The lifted straw sandals brought up a string of blood-soaked beads that rolled down, gradually turning from bright to black and smelly as he moved.

"The light is coming in."

Pieces of holy light, like rain after the storm, sliced through the cracks in the dark clouds, purifying the world of all filth. All the blood and corpses, whose time had stopped at death, began to rot into mud, swelling and breaking, exuding a final stench before disappearing.

The Ghost Buddha looked at his arms, which had been corroded to the bone marrow by the poison left by the Dragon Falling Land. The tiny sprouts of green heart and white flame dancing on his body did not disappear even after the restriction was broken. But he did not regret it.

Everything in this world is caused by fate.

The Ghost Buddha continued walking towards the gradually clearer figure standing among the rotting corpses, his heart extremely calm.

After the restriction is broken and the remaining poison is completely eliminated by the light of heaven, Gulan will break in.

It must be completed before the coming of the Qur'an.

"This donor," the Ghost Buddha stopped, clasped his hands together and smiled at the girl in front of him, "is your name Xuanyi?"

Luo Xuanyi casually wiped the corner of her mouth with her black robe. She didn't look at the ghost Buddha, but stared at the sky, answering irrelevantly: "The thunder has gone out."

Guifo's heart was as still as water, his mind unaffected by her attitude. He also looked upwards as she spoke. The sky, shimmering with golden light, looked peaceful and sacred, save for the pure black gap in the middle. Indeed, there was no trace of thunder swirling around.

Tiandao, who was originally furious to the point of madness, seemed to have finally calmed down. Or was there any other reason?

These questions are worth exploring, but not now. Retracting his gaze, the Ghost Buddha still clasped his hands together towards Luo Xuanyi and asked again what he had just said, showing no sign of launching an attack in advance.

Luo Xuanyi, who was struggling to digest the magic dragon after swallowing it all at once, finally felt a hint of curiosity and turned around to meet the gaze of the Ghost Buddha.

If you think about it carefully, Wu Qinghua probably said the same thing when he first met Luo Xuanyi, but his attitude was completely opposite to that of Guifo - he just came up and hit her with a hammer.

The Ghost Buddha's attitude towards Luo Xuanyi made her feel confused.

"You can see that I am a strange cultivator."

Luo Xuanyi admitted it openly. From her perspective, the "Ghost Buddha," composed of countless rays of light, Taoist teachings, Buddhist inscriptions, thoughts, and a dead aura, raised the corners of his lips as he prepared to speak. Before he could even utter a word, Luo Xuanyi's eyes caught his eye.

What he would say next is: I know, but even if the possibility is slim, I cannot harm innocent people because of my prejudice.

"I know, but even if the possibility is slim, I cannot harm innocent people because of my prejudice."

Luo Xuanyi remained expressionless. This was her first ability after devouring the demon dragon and combining its memories of the past with her soul—she could see through the source and fundamental power of all the orthodox traditions in the world.

Like Mo Yi, but different from Mo Yi.

After the inscriptions imprisoning Luo Xuanyi's soul dissipated, the first thing to undergo a dramatic change was the strange stone gate within her body. Originally only half-open, revealing the strange cultivation's methods, the stone gate was then divinely closed, dust brushed off, and transformed into Luo Xuanyi's semi-divine lineage.

Mo Yi's soul was recognized by the existence behind Tianmen, and thus her soul obtained the orthodoxy of a demigod. As long as she abdicates, she will get rid of her weak body and become a new god.

Hou Ming's usurpation of the throne was illegitimate. This Dao Tong was evidence that Hou Ming was a false god, and it also granted permission for Mo Yi's soul. As long as he held this Dao Tong, Hou Ming would not be able to openly attack Luo Xuanyi.

This Taoist tradition has been circulating in the cycle of reincarnation and has never been solved by Mo Yi's various reincarnations. Today, it finally revived in Luo Xuanyi's body. From then on, Luo Xuanyi looked at the world with the eyes of a demigod, and naturally he could see through the essence and thoughts of the ghost Buddha.

Furthermore, Mo Yi's Styx lineage was not passed down to Luo Xuanyi. Mo Yi's control over the Styx stemmed from his body and soul, which were born from the Styx, and could not be achieved without the union of the two.

What's more, the reincarnation now is no longer the reincarnation in the Styx.

After learning about the Ghost Buddha's thoughts, Luo Xuanyi withdrew her interest in spying on the Ghost Buddha. Now she was more interested in examining the constant changes in her body.

The trial of killing desire disappeared, and the emergence of truth and Taoism allowed the desire for power to complete the trial. Now, a feeling of pity and hunger surged in her heart.

To pass the trial, she must cut off these two desires, neither loving what she loves nor satisfying her hunger.

Luo Xuanyi gently rubbed the side of her neck with the pads of her fingers, enduring it, lost in thought. She finally understood why the Way was known for its strangeness, yet the trial of the Way was to sever the six desires.

The ghost Buddha clasped his hands together and bowed, then took out a string of Buddhist beads and placed it in his palm.

"Since it has been confirmed, please allow me to be rude."

He did not recite any scriptures, but instead, bursts of booming bell sounds came from his heart. The bell was sacred and solemn, and it rippled out circles of golden waves, trapping the smiling Luo Xuanyi inside.

"Please allow me to save you."

The 108 snow-white Buddhist beads shattered into pieces, and complex halos rippled on the surface of each bead. The intertwined lights suddenly exploded, dragging Luo Xuanyi into a psychedelic state.

Her feet landed on a ripple, and golden lotuses bloomed all over the world. Familiar scenes kept changing in the sky, and they were all her.

The Buddhist sound is lingering, the tone is calm and peaceful, without any surprise or joy. The impenetrable golden light is sitting on both sides of the sky, leaning over to look at love, and striking the wooden fish with compassion.

"It's pitiful and lamentable that they don't know how to show mercy. The sea of suffering is endless, only turning back is the shore."

"Look."

His hands, soaked deep in black, looked as if they would break at any moment, but he carefully held a pile of soil and held it in front of Luo Xuanyi.

Following the gentle voice, she looked down at the soil. On the pointed mound, there was a small bulge. She couldn't help but gently tap it with her finger, only to feel a sudden movement beneath the soil.

She removed her fingers, and saw a green sprout struggling to break through the soil and grow.

"What do you think of flowers?"

The green bud grew rapidly. Sometimes it looked weak, and sometimes its leaves turned yellow, but it finally overcame all obstacles and a small light white wildflower bloomed on the mound of soil in the palm of its hand.

Luo Xuanyi placed her palms on the petals, feeling the vibrant life and the tenacity of the blooming petals, and clenched her palms.

"Beauty is too fragile. Flowers also rely on nutrients from the soil to survive. It's unfair to only see them live because they are beautiful, and not see the ugly, dark corners where they die."

As the fingers loosened, the crushed petals fell to the ground, while the rich fragrance of juice emanated from the remains of the corpse.

"So, is it fair for you to kill the flowers?"

"No," Luo Xuanyi said frankly, "I am acting out of my own selfish desires. I need flowers as my nourishment, so I will kill them; I need flowers to make me happy, so I will do the same. I am well aware of my selfishness and live only for my own principles."

The hands retracted, sighing, "You cannot plant compassion in your heart."

"Life is very fragile."

The sand and flower fragments that slipped through her fingers fell like stars, forming the frail figure of a little girl. She hugged her legs expressionlessly, looking up at Luo Xuanyi's face.

"This is the first time you were close to death, do you remember?"

He Yi and Sanmei looked at each other, and the memories in their hearts were awakened.

It started to rain outside the woodshed.

But the sound of rain wasn't really audible, because Luo Xuanyi was imprisoned in the woodshed with a group of children, and those children were crying. The crying drowned out the sound of the rain, and even if Luo Xuanyi listened carefully, she could only hear intermittent sounds.

This was when Luo Xuanyi was five years old. She and her brothers and sisters from the Yi family were selected by the outer sect adults of Yanzhen Pavilion for the first time. She and six other children were not selected and were sent home. This time, too many people were sent back, and her father was very angry.

They were starved and locked in the woodshed. From time to time, their father would suddenly get angry and rush in to beat them, declaring that the punishment would not end until all seven of them died.

Some died from wounds festering, others starved to death. The Father didn't kill anyone directly; everyone looked like they were asleep.

Luo Xuanyi was about to fall asleep.

The father's body seemed to have broken something inside her, making a loud cracking sound, so that she could only lean against the corner, using the wall and the wet firewood to support her body.

She didn't know how to save herself, she just felt more and more pain. Her stomach was burning with fire, and it felt like ice. She didn't know what she had done wrong to deserve such pain.

Would it be better if I fell asleep?

Her five-year-old life was too short, so short that she couldn't tell the difference between sleep and death. She only knew that in all the days, she could only feel a sense of peace when she slept.

But it was so painful that she couldn't sleep.

This pain made Luo Xuanyi slowly shed tears, and each teardrop fell on the face of the young Yi Sanmei. She asked in a calm tone, "Why are you crying?"

Yi Sanmei stood up and stretched out her arms, which were covered with marks of beating.

"You didn't cry when you were beaten."

She held her stomach.

“When you were hungry, you didn’t cry.”

She gently ran her fingers across his chest, tearing open the flesh to reveal the beating heart inside, and pulled Luo Xuanyi's palm to his heart.

"Are you crying because you're going to die?"

Yi Sanmei's heart was beating weakly, as if she was about to die in the next second.

"You've already taken so many lives, and you're about to die, yet you're crying?"

Third sister Yi covered Luo Xuanyi's hand holding her heart with her small palm. As her fingers slowly exerted force, the corners of her pale lips raised slightly.

"Let me tell you, let me bless you, let me curse you."

"Every time you kill someone before, the feeling of their death will come upon you. Every time you kill someone after, the feeling of their death will come upon you."

The beating heart was squeezed tightly in her palm, the swelling sensation squeezed out from between her fingers, and fell into pieces of flesh and blood. Luo Xuanyi could no longer bear it and tightly hugged the cold body of her third sister Yi in her arms.

"So pitiful..."

Tears fell from the corners of Luo Xuanyi's eyes, and her tightly clasped arms strangled the body into three pieces, but she still stubbornly increased her strength, crying as she tore the body into pieces.

"This is truly, truly adorable."

Luo Xuanyi's love trials stemmed from the remnants of the emotions Mo Yi had brought her: a pity for all things in the world. Mo Yi couldn't kill them, and to sever this entangled love, Luo Xuanyi had to abandon and kill these things she loved.

"Just loving something is not enough."

She loosened her grip and let the body roll away. She wiped away her tears with her hands stained with blood and flesh, but she couldn't stop the tears from flowing, making her face look gentle. "It seems I need to love more things for her."

The Buddhist sound became low amidst the bloodstains, and the illusion of salvation gradually dissipated. The ghost Buddha pursed his lips and stood opposite Luo Xuanyi, unable to help sighing.

"Evil ghost..."

First and Second Updates~Since Sister Yi started to acquire the divine position, her true nature has gradually been exposed. Her character setting has always been buried with inhumanity~

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