But just then, a Buddhist chant rang out: "Amitabha..."
Upon hearing the Buddhist chant, Ye Xingchen paused for a moment in his actions.
This chant of the Buddha's name possesses unparalleled magic; space and time seem to stand still at this moment.
This is a Buddhist supernatural power, a chant from a highly accomplished monk. It can indeed freeze time and space for an instant, affecting everyone in the carriage, while the caster can move freely.
Ye Xingchen was indeed affected by the Sanskrit chant, but his pause was only momentary. After that moment, he regained his ability to move and immediately slashed his finger sword at Liu Fugui's arm without hesitation.
*Thud...* A flash of blood, accompanied by Liu Fugui's hysterical scream, Ye Xingchen's finger sword instantly severed one of his arms.
"Ah..." Liu Fugui's vision went black as the pain in his arm was excruciating.
But Li Jing screamed even louder than him, because she was splattered with blood all over her head and body. She slumped to the ground, screaming incessantly, as if she had lost her soul.
Zhang Qiao and the others quickly pounced on Liu Fugui, pinned him to the ground, and then called the flight attendant to bring a first-aid kit to stop the bleeding.
Ye Xingchen looked back and saw a monk dressed in a white robe slowly walking over.
The monk was very young and handsome, with deep, eerie eyes that gave him an almost uncanny beauty at first glance.
Is this a demonic monk? A thought crossed Ye Xingchen's mind.
As he looked at the other person, the other person was also staring back at him, and the two of them stared at each other intently.
After a long while, the young monk chuckled and said, "Benefactor, how have you been?"
"Do we know each other?" Ye Xingchen looked at the monk, puzzled.
He didn't recognize the monk in front of him, but the monk said that he was well.
Moreover, the monk's every move was perfectly natural, and his words made Ye Xingchen doubt whether he actually knew the other person.
"Although we've never met before, we feel like old friends, don't we?" The monk smiled slightly: "My Buddhist name is Ruxin."
"The Ruzi School, the Great Wuxiang Temple?" Ye Xingchen's expression suddenly turned cold.
That's right, the abbot of Dawuxiang Temple is named Ruchen, and this monk is named Ruxin. If I'm not mistaken, they should be monks from the same lineage as Dawuxiang Temple.
Ye Xingchen's trip to Jinling was precisely to cause trouble for the people of the Great Wuxiang Temple.
“That’s right, Dawuxiang Temple.” Ruxin smiled calmly: “Your reaction is somewhat disappointing. Although Dawuxiang Temple is not as popular as temples in famous mountains and rivers, it is still a pure Buddhist place. I wonder why you have such a reaction?”
"The reason why Dawuxiang Temple is not very popular is because you never do business with the poor." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly, concealing his sharp edge.
“You flatter me, benefactor. In the eyes of a Buddhist, money is but an external thing.” Ruxin still had a calm smile on her face. “But you, benefactor, have surprised me a bit. I put all my effort into that chant just now, but I didn’t expect it to only slow down your movements a little.”
"Actually, there was no need to strike with this sword."
"I spared his life, which is already merciful," Ye Xingchen said calmly. "Saving one person and crippling another is the way of Heaven. I don't seek good causes, but at least this way there are no bad consequences."
“If you truly believe this, then you are sorely mistaken.” Ru Xin slowly shook her head: “Cause and effect are not a matter of a single moment. There must be a cause and effect in the past. For example, you yourself have very deep sins, and that is cause and effect.”
"You are a disciple of the Great Wuxiang Temple?" Ye Xingchen looked up at Ruxin: "Who is Abbot Ruchen of the Great Wuxiang Temple to you?"
“He is indeed my senior brother,” Ruxin said politely.
"Senior brother? Isn't the age difference between you two a bit too great?" Ye Xingchen looked at Ruchen with some surprise.
This handsome, somewhat eerie monk was far too young, even younger than himself. Not only was he young, but he was also incredibly handsome. Even though Ye Xingchen was extremely confident in his own good looks, compared to this eerie monk, he still seemed somewhat lacking in handsomeness.
The abbot of Dawuxiang Temple, Ruchen, is at least a hundred years old. His master, the previous abbot of Qing Palace Huguo Temple, was probably over one hundred and sixty years old. Could he still be alive? If he is, he must have at least attained sainthood, right?
“My senior brother said I have a connection with Buddhism, so the master accepted me as a disciple. My master, Master Liaoran, passed away eighty years ago.” Ruxin was quite honest.
"I see." Ye Xingchen nodded in sudden understanding: "Where were we?"
“Speaking of cause and effect, speaking of sins, your own sins of killing are the cause of the evil consequences. So you can’t determine cause and effect based on a single incident. It’s all accumulated over time.” Ru Xin smiled faintly.
"Speaking of sins and karma, your Great Wuxiang Temple must have its share, right?" Ye Xingchen sneered. "Monks, when you're trying to save others, clean up your own mess first."
Ru Xin slowly raised her head and looked at Ye Xingchen. At the same time, a purple light flashed deep in his pupils.
After that purple light, an eerie feeling filled his eyes, and anyone who met his gaze would feel a moment of disorientation.
The Seed of Inner Demons is a Buddhist supernatural power, but its origin is not very orthodox. It can use supreme divine thought to arouse the hidden inner demons in a person's heart, thus making the person deeply trapped and unable to extricate themselves.
Ye Xingchen frowned, suppressed his distracting thoughts, and glared back.
Their eyes met, and sparks flew.
“Alright, alright…” Ruxin surrendered: “Your heart is truly as solid as a rock, unbreakable.”
"Heart Demon Seed, you really are a demonic monk. You're quite proficient in those unorthodox Buddhist practices." Ye Xingchen glanced at him.
“Teaching should be inclusive and tailored to individual needs. Although this seed of inner demons has an unorthodox origin, following the path of the evil Buddha, if used properly, it can reveal the true nature of people.” Ru Xin smiled slightly: “As for you, benefactor, your Dao heart seems to have been tempered a thousand times and is indestructible, while I have no loopholes to exploit.”
"You flatter me." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly; he found the monk quite interesting.
Just then, the high-speed train arrived at a station. Ru Xin smiled calmly and put her hands together in front of Ye Xingchen, saying, "Benefactor, we will meet again if fate allows."
"Do you think we'll meet again?" Ye Xingchen glanced at Ruxin.
"I think so." Ruxin thought about it seriously for a moment, then put her hands together, bowed politely to Ye Xingchen, and got out of the car.
As he walked, he shouted loudly, "Inner demons all arise from obsessions. If you can sever them, then they are no longer obsessions..."
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