Outside Puji Temple, the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

Wei Dongliu looked at the monks coldly without saying a word.

He couldn't take action because his current identity was the Demon King. If he failed to kill all the monks instantly, his mysterious personality would be exposed.

The Flying Yaksha lowered his head and smiled evilly, without saying anything.

It couldn't take action either, because its realm was stuck on the edge of evolving into a drought demon. If it leaked even a little bit of its aura, it would bring about a heavenly calamity.

The blue-robed monks glared at him angrily but said nothing.

They couldn't take action because reinforcements had not arrived yet, and they couldn't rashly weaken their strength here and give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage.

The blood-stained monks stood still and said nothing.

They could not take action, because if they did, they might attract suppression from the evil Buddha in the temple. They could only wait patiently for the evil Buddha to pass away.

Jiang Li'an huddled back with a stern face and said nothing.

She was trying to hold back her laughter, because the way these people stared at each other, and no one was willing to take action, was really too funny and interesting.

Of course, in the eyes of Witch Jiang, if it were just a little while longer, Lord Wei would get impatient and destroy Puji Temple with a single slap...

"Who is the donor?" An old man's voice suddenly came from the temple. "You can come in and see me."

The monks in blue robes were horrified, and someone shouted:

"Uncle Mingjing, no!"

"It's nothing." The man in the temple said, and then he said no more. Only the sound of the wooden fish was left.

On the Shura Road side, the blood-robed monks were also a little angry, but they soon calmed down under the angry glance of the leader.

"That person is the Wrathful Vajra Li Zhong." Jiang Li'an used the Heavenly Demon Wonderful Sound Method to quickly transmit the message to Wei Dongliu, "Among the Shura Dao's Foundation Establishment disciples, Fellow Daoist Gu is the strongest. But Fellow Daoist Gu never interferes with the power of the Vajra in the Foundation Establishment Realm, and most of the disciples in the sect obey Li Zhong's command. Therefore, most of the disciples call Fellow Daoist Gu the 'Silent Vajra' and Li Zhong the 'Wrathful Vajra'."

Wei Dongliu's mind turned slightly, and he saw that Gu Lie still had his eyelids lowered and remained silent, while Li Zhong looked at him coldly, and had no intention of taking any action... It was obvious that he was still concerned about the people in the temple.

The wooden fish kept ringing in the temple. Seeing that Wei Dongliu didn't seem to have any intention of going in, the blue-robed monks opposite him were obviously relieved.

However, the next second, Wei Dongliu raised his head and walked towards the temple.

Monks: ...

Jiang Li'an and Feitian Yaksha followed Wei Dongliu's footsteps on the left and right, and as expected, they did not encounter any obstructions.

After entering the temple, Wei Dongliu looked around and saw that the furnishings in the temple were quite simple and clean, there was not much dust on the bluestone floor tiles, and the air was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood.

An old monk in gray robes was sitting cross-legged on a cushion, his hands simply placed on his knees, with a wooden fish placed in front of him.

The strange thing was that even though no one was hitting it, the wooden fish made a banging sound from the inside.

"The Demonic Buddha Yu Shen?" Wei Dongliu asked coldly.

"Amitabha." The old monk said with his eyes closed, "There are only ordinary monks here. If the donor wants to find the devil Buddha, then he has found the wrong person."

"Master." Fei Tian Yaksha said beside him, "He has too much evil energy and is entangled with karma. I can smell it even if I smell it... He is the devil Buddha!"

The old monk was silent for a moment and said:

"What can be done about evil spirits? What can be done about karma? Yesterday's causes will have today's consequences. You must be careful."

Of course Wei Dongliu could understand what he meant. It was simply because he had committed too many sins of killing in the past, so he gave up the title of Demon Buddha, retreated into a Buddhist temple, and lived with green lamps and wooden fish as his companions.

Thinking of this, he didn't plan to continue chatting, but just got straight to the point and asked:

"Master, do you know the secret realm of Baiyujing? Do you know the hell?"

"Bai Yujing." The old monk pondered for a moment and said slowly, "It's just an appearance."

"Baiyujing is just the surface secret realm?" Wei Dongliu asked in amazement, "In other words, there are indeed deeper secret realms inside?"

"Amitabha." The old monk sighed and said, "What's the point of listening to false words? Everything has its own fate."

When the other party used the "Fate" trick, Wei Dongliu knew that he was unwilling to say more, so he continued to ask.

"What about Hell Road? I heard that Hell Road has information about Baiyujing. How can I find their people and exchange information with them?"

This time the old monk remained silent even longer.

"Who are you?" he suddenly asked back.

"Wei Dongliu."

"Why are you looking for the hell?" The old monk opened his cloudy eyes and asked, "Ordinary people who practice cultivation can't even stay away from them, so why would they take the initiative to look for them?"

"Master, you seem to be afraid of Hell." Wei Dongliu asked tentatively.

The old monk did not answer, but just said:

"First tell me why you want to find the hell."

"I just want to ask for information about Bai Yujing." Wei Dongliu said lightly.

"It's a lie." said the old monk.

"I've heard the secret legends of hell before and was very curious." Wei Dongliu continued.

"It's still a lie." The old monk continued.

Wei Dongliu was helpless. These old monsters who had lived for hundreds or thousands of years were all very shrewd and could not be deceived by ordinary excuses.

"I do have something to do in hell." He could only use the "limited truth method" and said, "As for what it is, it is inconvenient to say."

This time he really told the truth, so the old monk did not point out his lie again. After a while, he said:

"Wei Dongliu, do you believe in fate?"

"Destiny?" Wei Dongliu fell silent.

If you ask him whether he believes it subjectively, he definitely doesn't. But does this thing not exist if you don't believe it?

Look at the Kunlun mirror and the colored glaze!

After thinking about it, Wei Dongliu could only answer vaguely:

"If you believe, it exists; if you don't believe, it doesn't exist."

Old Monk: ...

He pondered for a long time before suddenly laughing:

"That's right, it's true! I never thought that after pondering for half my life, you would enlighten me here."

"The more obsessed you are with fate, the more you become attached to appearances, the more you are bound by it."

"On the contrary, if you jump out of it from the beginning, you won't be fascinated by it..."

The old monk laughed and said a lot of incomprehensible words. Even someone as experienced as Wei Dongliu didn't know what this devil Buddha was talking about.

But soon, he no longer had to ponder the meaning of the other person's words.

Because the Demon Buddha Yu Shen suddenly stretched out his hand and stabbed into his chest!

Then he crunched and fumbled carefully for a while, finally broke off a bloody rib, and handed it to Wei Dongliu:

"Take it."

"What is this?" Wei Dongliu said with disdain.

"Don't you want to ask about the hell?" Demon Buddha Yu Shen said with a smile, "This is the key to the hell."

Wei Dongliu:?

He took the rib with flesh and blood, wondering whether he should chew it or feed it to the dog.

"Amitabha." The devil Buddha Yu Shen put his hand on his chest, and the wound disappeared immediately. "If you believe it, it exists. If you don't believe it, it doesn't exist."

"If you want to find the hell, you have to believe in fate. If you don't want to be at the mercy of it, you can't believe in fate."

"You must remember what you said."

After saying that, he waved his sleeves, and Wei Dongliu, Jiang Li'an and Feitian Yaksha were pushed out of the main hall by a gentle force.

Then, all the monks outside, whether they were in green or blood-stained robes, fixed their unwilling, angry, greedy, and covetous gazes on him.

"How is Uncle Mingjing?"

"Have you obtained the relic?"

"The relic is a treasure of our sect, it must not fall into the hands of outsiders!"