Huyan Xun dared not be sure. He looked around. Could it be that the Buddha had truly appeared to him?
"Buddha? To hell with Buddha." He said with a look of disdain.
"Good and evil are separated by a single thought. Those who do good are compassionate and merciful, while those who do evil will fall into a sea of suffering." Vera said, pressing her hands together again.
"This Dharma is equal, without high or low, and is called Anuttara-samyak-sambodhi; by cultivating all good dharmas without self, without others, without sentient beings, and without a life span, one attains Anuttara-samyak-sambodhi."
He didn't know how to express the following sentence in the Central Plains language, so he used Sanskrit.
"Crazy monk!" Huyan Xun glanced at Yuwen Xian, who was approaching him step by step, and then threatened Vera:
"If you don't get out of here, don't blame my men with their scimitars for being impolite!" He had no intention of hearing Vera's talk of kindness.
Should we persuade him to do good deeds?
What a joke! Hu Yanxun has killed more people than he has walked roads.
Vera closed her eyes, unwilling to leave.
He has an aura about him, like a golden Buddha statue.
Qiu Yan stood beside Vera, trying to persuade him to leave, but she couldn't convince him.
Qiu Yan knew that Vera's attempts to stop her wouldn't change anything.
Every problem requires a solution.
Whoosh—Yuwen Xian's curved blade flashed out, swiftly slashing towards Vera's face.
"Stop!" Qiu Yan stretched out her arm and knocked away Yuwen Xian's curved sword with a palm strike.
Qiu Yan thought to herself, "This Vera is far too confident."
He was just half an inch away from being disfigured.
Huyan Xun was already difficult enough to deal with, but now there's General Yuwen to be added to the mix.
Yuwen Xian's curved sword was forced to stop, his face showing annoyance.
But upon seeing Qiu Yan before him and considering the purpose of the Chanyu's journey to the Western Regions, he had no choice but to sheathe his scimitar.
He stepped back and bowed to Huyan Xun, saying, "Chanyu."
Huyan Xun nodded simply, then looked at Vera with a threatening gaze.
Vera was so frightened that his legs went weak, and Qiu Yan had to support him.
He was, after all, just an ordinary monk; he wasn't a god, and he too had moments of fear.
However, his conviction compelled him to not back down.
Qiu Yan shook her head at Vera again. The two looked at each other, turned around, and left.
Huyan Xun looked up at the captured civilians in the distance.
He glanced at her again, then turned to the side, his gaze falling on Vera's back.
"Very well, as you wish! This Chanyu agrees to Buddha's request to release the prisoners." Huyan Xun spoke loudly, with a hint of amusement in his voice.
Qiu Yan didn't believe him. This Huyan Xun was the most ruthless and vicious person.
"Is everything you said true?" Vera turned around, her face regaining some of its former appearance.
Huyan Xun nodded with a smile:
"Of course, I, the Chanyu, will not only release them, but also ensure they are well-fed and well-hydrated so they can travel in peace."
"Thank you, Chanyu." Vera nodded, her smile simple and pure.
May Buddha protect you!
He thought to himself that his efforts had not been in vain.
He walked away with light steps and a faint smile.
Qiu Yan followed quietly behind Vera, her mood growing increasingly worse.
Perhaps, Vera will become the true savior in the future.
But now, he can't save those innocent people.
Huyan Chanyu sneered as he watched Vera's retreating figure.
The foreign monk was full of wild ideas.
He thinks he can control his own thoughts? He can't even have dreams like that when he sleeps.
"Chanyu, is that woman the Western Region princess you intend to marry?"
"Uh, yes, it's her." Qiu Yan, why did you have to appear in my life like this? You deserve to be noticed by me. From now on, don't even think about escaping my grasp.
Hu Yanxun replied with a smile, and his unusual demeanor made Yuwen Xian glance at Qiu Yan a few more times.
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