Moreover, he didn't bring Jiu Li with him to the Great Wuxiang Temple this time, but the girl actually came by herself, and just now she couldn't help but take action.
Jiu Li withdrew her hand. Facing the corpses at the scene and the stench of blood in the air, she felt no fear whatsoever. She stared with her innocent big eyes and gestured to Ye Xingchen.
It means that she saw too much black energy on Ye Xingchen's body, which meant that he must have been murderous. If she continued to kill him, she might be devoured by her inner demons.
Ye Xingchen was stunned. He had indeed been too murderous just now.
After leaving Jinluo City, he had been restraining his killing intent, but sometimes when he was too focused, he would unconsciously be filled with a murderous aura.
Jiu Li and Weina had been observing from the shadows. Jiu Li noticed that Ye Xingchen's murderous aura was growing stronger and stronger, and fearing that something might happen to him, she came out to kill the monks for him.
"I'm fine. I'll be here from now on. Don't do anything like killing anymore." Ye Xingchen said, "Remember, you still have a big secret. If killing too many people affects your fate, it will be a loss."
"I understand," Jiu Li replied somewhat cautiously.
Both she and Vena belong to the extremely pure bloodline, and their fates are practically blank slates.
It was only later, when they were forcibly subjected to a descent spell, that they gained control of these divine arts.
However, their fates became unpredictable as a result, and even the most skilled physiognomist would be unable to see through their destiny.
If the sins of killing are too great, it is very likely to make their fate more complicated, more unpredictable, and even more dangerous.
"Alright, it's alright now. Since we've already made a move, we've done it. If the monks in the temple don't resist, let them go. If they do resist, break their arms and legs, cripple their cultivation, and drive them away." Ye Xingchen comforted her.
"Okay." Jiu Li smiled happily, then dragged Weina to beat people up and set fires.
Ye Xingchen gave a wry smile. Jiu Li's divine power was very strong, but also very fragmented. It definitely did not come from a single inheritance. There were even several powers within her.
She has too many secrets, but Ye Xingchen has no time to deal with her now. He can only wait for a chance to leave her later.
Ye Xingchen walked to the backyard; it was already midnight.
A red wall more than ten feet high separated this place from the main gate of the temple, while above the main gate were two vermilion doors.
Two lanterns hang on either side of the main gate, and the style of this place is somewhat different from that of the front temple.
To emphasize its simple style, the walls of Dawuxiang Temple are dilapidated, and even the paint on the main gate has faded.
However, this place is paved with blue bricks, and the bricks are all of the highest quality.
Moreover, the steps at the entrance are carved from white jade, and even the two lanterns hanging at the entrance are inlaid with gold.
The bronze rings on the gate were replaced with gold rings, and everything about it exuded luxury.
There was a little monk sitting at the entrance, dozing off the whole time.
Ye Xingchen slowly walked over. He could tell that the courtyard wall was a formation that isolated the things inside from the outside.
Even through the wall reinforced by an array, he could still vaguely sense the extremely heavy yin energy within.
Moreover, there seemed to be an endless surge of malevolent energy, and the entire area above the back of the courtyard was filled with a chilling atmosphere.
Clearly, the thing locked in the courtyard had hands stained with blood and exuded a strong aura of malevolence. Compared to it, Ye Xingchen suddenly felt that his slaughter of Jin Luocheng was nothing, because compared to the other party, the malevolent aura emanating from him was simply child's play.
In short, the two sides are not even in the same league.
The little monk had been dozing off until Ye Xingchen approached, at which point he suddenly woke up.
"Who? Who's here? What are you doing here in the middle of the night? This is the stupa, no unauthorized personnel are allowed to enter." The little monk jumped up, clenched his fists, and glared fiercely at Ye Xingchen.
The little monk looked to be only about ten years old. He had a chubby head and big ears, and a face full of good fortune. He looked like a fat boy who had eaten too much fried food and was overnourished. He had nothing to do with the austere life of a Buddhist monk.
"I've come to take care of something." Ye Xingchen glanced at the little monk and said with a smile, "It's so late, why are you guarding here alone?"
"I guard this place every day, afraid that unauthorized people will barge in. This place is off-limits." The little monk looked at Ye Xingchen with hostile eyes.
"Others can't go in, but I can." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly: "Little monk, go and take a look at the front yard. It seems that your fellow disciples have run into trouble."
"Really? Have my fellow disciples run into trouble?" The little monk was taken aback and turned to run outside.
But after running a few steps, he turned his head and scratched his head, which didn't look very bright: "Are you trying to get me away so you can go in yourself?"
"You can go ahead, I promise I won't go in." Ye Xingchen shook his head.
"No way! You're guarding this place just so you can get in. I can't let you in." The little monk shook his head.
"Why can't I go in? Is there something shady going on in here?" Ye Xingchen asked.
"It's full of vengeful ghosts inside. If you go in, you'll be eaten," the little monk said viciously.
"Oh, so it's a ghost." Ye Xingchen pointed to the extravagant decorations: "If it's a vengeful ghost, why did you make this place so luxurious?"
"Oh dear, you wouldn't understand even if I told you. Why do you talk so much nonsense? Get out of here now, or I'll get rough with you." The little monk stamped his foot, looking rather angry.
"What's your name?" Ye Xingchen asked.
"I have no name, my name is Miaoyan," the little monk said. "I have been guarding this place for many years."
"Oh, Miaoyan? You've been here for many years?" Ye Xingchen looked at the little monk with great interest.
“Yes, it’s been many years,” Ye Xingchen said.
"How old are you? You've been here for so many years, does that mean you've been here since you were born?" Ye Xingchen asked.
“This…” The little monk paused, a sinister glint appearing deep in his eyes.
“There is a supernatural power in Buddhism called ‘inheriting karma across two lifetimes,’” Ye Xingchen said. “It’s similar to a technique called ‘reverse rebirth.’”
"This is a technique practiced by those who have spent their entire lives cultivating until their lives come to an end, but who are unable to break through to sainthood."
"After practicing cultivation, one's appearance and age will increase in the opposite direction until one becomes a child again, and then slowly grow up from a child again. This is equivalent to having an extra lifetime of cultivation."
"Little monk, you're at least 120 years old, aren't you? What are you pretending to be young for?" Ye Xingchen smiled slightly and said, "Your abbot, Monk Ruchen, has already been killed by me."
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