Xu Zhu received sixty years' worth of Xuan Ci's internal energy, and although he had the help of the Sweeper Monk, he was too weak to absorb it and fell into a coma.
Xuan Ci looked down at Xu Zhu, a relieved smile appearing on her face: "Second Sister, you once asked me if there is a way in the world to have both, to be true to Buddha and to you?"
"Throughout my life, I have been unable to comprehend it, which has led to numerous tragedies."
"I have no face to see you in this life, nor to see the Buddha."
"Then I will be condemned to eternal damnation in the deepest hell, to suffer for all eternity, to atone for the sins of those who died tragically."
"Amitabha……"
Xuan Ci clasped his hands together, lowered his head, and became completely lifeless.
"The abbot has passed away!"
The monks exclaimed in surprise.
"Holy Monk! Quickly save the abbot!"
"Holy monk, I beg you!"
The monks had unrealistic expectations of even looking at the sweeping monk.
The sweeping monk closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and silently recited the scripture: "When Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva was practicing the profound Prajnaparamita, he perceived that the five aggregates are empty, and thus transcended all suffering..."
Seeing this, the monks all understood, exchanged sorrowful glances, and then chanted sutras to send the abbot off on his final journey.
"Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form; form is emptiness, emptiness is form..."
Once again, the sound of chanting arose, golden lotuses shone brightly, and the Buddha appeared, just like the Western Paradise.
The many martial arts heroes looked at each other in dismay; what should have been a grand martial arts gathering had turned into a funeral procession.
Shui Sheng whispered, "Husband, is that really your father?"
"Whether it is or not, it doesn't matter." Murong Fu smiled slightly and rubbed her head. "My father died ten years ago, but his body was only buried today, ten years later."
“Amitabha!” Kumārajīva walked over, put his hands together, and exclaimed, “Young Master Murong, what insight you have! My old friend did indeed die ten years ago, and his body is finally buried today.”
"You flatter me, Master."
Murong Fu nodded slightly and returned the greeting.
Duan Yu opened his mouth, but hesitated, choosing instead to silently follow along with the chanting.
The sweeping monk's ears twitched slightly as he overheard the conversation.
He had originally intended to use his fake death to enlighten the two of them, but now it seems he had been too attached to appearances.
Life and death, the cycle continues endlessly.
What difference is there between a mere shell and a walking corpse?
Thinking this, he silently released two bursts of energy, completely annihilating Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo's spiritual consciousness.
Only then is death real.
a long time.
The chanting has ended.
The sweeping monk glanced at Qiao Feng and said, "Benefactor Qiao, stay by my side, and I will help you eliminate your karma, shall I?"
"Ha—my karma? What karma do I have? How laughable."
Qiao Feng gave a self-deprecating laugh.
He can't die even if he wants to now; how tragic.
Upon seeing this.
The sweeping monk sighed:
“Since you have already resolved to die, I will see this through to the end and send you to the Pure Land with them.”
"May Buddha bear witness that I killed only to fulfill the dreams of all beings. From now on, I will chant sutras for a hundred years to atone for my sins."
As the Sweeper Monk spoke, he placed his palm on Qiao Feng's head.
Qiao Feng slowly closed his eyes, a smile appearing on his lips, as if he were in a paradise.
"Father, Mother, Master, I've come to find you. Xiaoyue, you must be happy..."
"..."
Devas, Nagas, Yakshas, Gandharvas, Asuras, Garudas, Kinnaras, Mahoragas.
The Eight Legions of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, and all living beings.
The Buddha saves all sentient beings, yet he cannot save himself.
...
There were discordant voices in the crowd, but no one dared to speak too loudly: "What heroes, what high monks, they're all fools."
Who is making such a racket here?
"I am Blood Saber Ancestor! You too wish to go to that paradise?"
Blood Blade Ancestor grinned maliciously at those who questioned him.
Di Yun whispered a reminder: "Ancestor, there are many experts here, it would be best if we kept a low profile."
"This old ancestor knows! No need for you to remind me!"
Blood Blade Ancestor snorted in dissatisfaction, but still kept his voice down.
Di Yun smiled bitterly, feeling exhausted. He had now confirmed his identity as a member of the Blood Blade Sect. Alas, how bitter it was!
"Husband, look over there!"
Shui Sheng tugged at Murong Fu's clothes and pointed at Blood Saber Ancestor and Di Yun in the crowd.
"Don't alert him. Let me capture him."
Murong Fu placed his finger to her lips and whispered.
Shui Sheng nodded repeatedly, her heart filled with excitement, determined to avenge her cousin!
"Haitang, please take care of them for me. I'll be right back."
Murong Fu gave him a word of advice.
Then, silently and stealthily, his figure appeared behind Blood Blade Ancestor as if by magic.
A large hand rested on the shoulder of the Blood Blade Ancestor.
"Who dares to offend me!"
Blood Saber Ancestor was shocked and furious, turning to look at Murong Fu.
Murong Fu grinned, "Blood Blade Old Demon, today is your funeral. I've done my bit to send you to your death. No need to thank me."
Blood Blade Ancestor was shocked and enraged.
The crimson scimitar was swung at Murong Fu, but Murong Fu caught it between two fingers.
Murong Fu said, "This was taught to me by a friend of mine, the Spirit Rhinoceros Finger. What do you think of it?"
The Blood Saber Ancestor didn't answer, but instead grabbed Di Yun by the neck, saying, "Let me go! Otherwise, I'll kill him!"
Murong Fu shrugged and said, "Kill him as you please. He is your disciple. Kill him yourself to save my hands from getting dirty."
Enraged, Blood Blade Ancestor clenched his fist.
Even if I die, I'll take someone down with me, even if it's my own disciple!
"Ancestor, no!"
Di Yun cried out in alarm. At the critical moment of life and death, his internal energy surged and his skin turned red.
"Ahhh!!!"
Di Yun's body surged with energy, and he subconsciously struck Blood Saber Ancestor in the chest with a palm strike.
Pfft!!
Blood Saber Ancestor's chest caved in, spitting out blood, his eyes wide open, as if he died with his eyes open in disbelief.
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