Chapter 276 When the Invisible Balance is Broken
With just one glance, one could see the Buddhist monk sitting upright in the middle of the main hall.
As early as when Luo Chuan blasted open the palace door, Lian Zhuo had already noticed it. At this moment, her calm face passed through the chaotic airflow and landed precisely on the figure at the door.
Luo Chuan stood in the center of the huge door frame.
The dim light outside the hall outlined his aggressive silhouette, his sleeves fluttering wildly in the wind, like a butterfly tearing apart the tranquility of the Buddhist temple.
Their eyes met.
Luo Chuan's expression froze, completely solidified. In that instant, he clearly sensed a completely different aura emanating from Lian Zhuo.
The fusion period has reached its culmination.
Hua Li indeed cured him of the blood poison.
Immediately, sharp and violent emotions, like a poisoned blade, pierced Luo Chuan's heart and spread to his limbs and bones.
"laugh--"
The air was torn apart by a shrill sound, and the ice spike, carrying a killing intent that seemed to pierce through the void, stabbed straight toward Lian Zhuo.
Lian Zhuo remained seated without moving an inch, the Bodhi seed on her fingertip paused slightly.
"Buzz—"
Like the clear, ancient chanting of Buddhist hymns, a gentle yet resilient golden halo collided with the ice cone in an instant.
The Immovable King Seal, vanquishing evil and preventing its invasion.
Luo Chuan raised his brow very slightly. He didn't rush to speak, but instead, with a suppressed curiosity, he suddenly glanced at the golden lotus platform that slowly appeared behind Lian Zhuo.
Above the lotus platform, the barrier was airtight, and Huali was fast asleep inside.
The fat cat lay sprawled out beside her, also unconscious.
The two of them, a person and a cat, exude a gentle and pure feeling of complete vulnerability.
Luo Chuan stared intently at the snow-white kasaya on Hua Li's body with his heterochromatic eyes. Suddenly, he raised his slender fingers and, with an almost sacrilegious gesture, brushed across the invisible barrier from afar.
The powerful demonic energy immediately caused the barrier's aura to ripple violently.
A low chuckle broke the eerie silence. Luo Chuan withdrew his hand, his gaze returning to the lotus leaf on the futon.
"What a pure and immaculate Buddhist saint, untouched by worldly dust... I've misjudged him." His voice was icy cold, his sarcasm undisguised. "So, your methods of keeping a mistress in a golden house and setting up a gentle prison are no less sophisticated than anyone else's."
"You can lust after my little girl all you want, but to actually dare to use her blood to cure your poison..." Luo Chuan sighed, "What?"
"Does the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect not want to live anymore?"
The last sentence, like a steel needle encased in ice, pierced Lian Zhuo's Buddhist heart.
Lian Zhuo suddenly looked up, "Luo Chuan, watch your words!"
"boom--"
The oppressive mountain wind outside the hall slammed violently against the open hall doors and the walls on both sides! The heavy door panels groaned under the strain, and the gale, like a burst dam, roared into the hall.
At the same time—
Countless yellowed pages were violently hurled into the air, tumbling, colliding, and tearing!
The bright yellow prayer flags hanging there were stretched taut, emitting a mournful sound as if they were about to shatter.
On the wall, two flickering candle flames and the elongated, twisted figures of the scriptures stood frozen in a standoff amidst the dappled light.
The rainstorm hung by a thread, a matter of life and death.
"Lotus wash".
For the first time, Luo Chuan abandoned the pretense of addressing him politely and called him by his name directly, "You are a holy son of Buddhism, with a golden body and jade-like qualities. Under the strict rules and regulations, what gives you the right to attempt to pluck the moon?"
"The young girl is naturally carefree, like a bright pear blossom on a spring branch, but what will you offer her?"
"Is it your precepts and rules? Or is it this hall full of clay and wooden sculptures?"
Luo Chuan stepped forward, his clothes remaining motionless in the gale, yet the oppressive feeling intensified. "If you love her, you should let go. Your existence, to her, is... misery."
He spoke the last two words very softly, yet they carried immense weight.
Lian Zhuo paused in her hand, which was twisting the prayer beads.
But in those clear and calm eyes, the bitterness and repression of their first confrontation in Tianlan City were no longer visible; instead, they held an unusually firm light.
"Amitabha." The clear and melodious Buddhist chant drowned out the sound of the wind in the hall.
"What are the rules of conduct and the precepts?" Lian Zhuo looked directly into Luo Chuan's sharp gaze. "In the past, Vimalakirti, though living in the secular world, still kept the Bodhisattva in his heart and was wise and insightful."
The Buddhist disciple looked at the sleeping figure on the lotus platform, a gentle ripple passing through his eyes. "Now that I have expressed my feelings to Huali, my heart is as firm as a rock, and I will not back down."
"Luochuan." Lian Zhuo retorted without backing down, her voice low but each word clear, "And you, you keep talking about suffering and letting go, then this humble monk would like to know, is the 'suffering' you speak of Huali's, or is it the unbearable suffering of 'unfulfilled desire' that you, Luochuan, cannot endure?"
"Heh...hehehe..."
Luo Chuan suddenly laughed, his voice carrying a chilling and eerie quality.
“Well said.” He drew out his words, each one dripping with venom, “piercing the heart, pointing straight to the devil, but… you’ve forgotten, I am not one to resign myself to fate!”
The moment Luo Chuan's smile vanished, he waved his hand, and the barrier on the lotus platform shattered instantly!
As Renju stood up to block her, the seven fox tails had already firmly wrapped around Huali.
The eighth tail even remembered to scoop up the big, fat cat lying on its back as well.
Not a single cat hair was left for Lian Zhuo on the lotus platform.
Lian Zhuo's face was as still as water, and the immense Buddhist power transformed into a solid giant hand, which slammed down on Luo Chuan's back.
However, Luo Chuan had eyes in the back of his head. He waved his hand to disperse the Buddha's light and gracefully stepped out of the sandalwood-scented hall with Hua Li.
Just as the tense, deathly silence was about to be filled with the sound of the downpour—
"Tap...tap...tap..."
Clear footsteps came from the slippery stone steps.
Luo Chuan ignored the gazes around him and calmly lowered his head.
After chuckling, he affectionately nudged Huali's nose with his own. "As expected of my little girl, so captivating. What am I to do?"
Before he finished speaking, Luo Chuan slowly lowered his head.
Under the gaze of two men, a gaze that seemed to freeze time itself, just as the downpour was about to fall—
He gently kissed his little girl.
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