The monk in front of Qi Wuhuo had a compassionate look on his face, his eyes were closed, his aura was extremely weak, as if he was alive or dead, and the light of his spiritual nature was so weak that it was extremely thrilling. There was no doubt that he had been imprisoned here for a long time, and was actually shrouded and bound by clear golden Buddhist auras.

Rāhāna was trapped in the core of the great seal of the entire Garbha-dhāra Mandala.

It can be said that if Qi Wuhuo had not witnessed the abandonment of the Dharma and the inhumane deeds in the Nalanda Monastery, which aroused his boundless murderous intention and caused an endless sea of ​​blood to submerge the Nalanda Monastery and even destroy the majestic and ancient Buddha statues, he would have found it difficult to detect the aura of Randang.

"Daoist friend Ran Deng, Daoist friend Ran Deng?"

Qi Wuhuo called out to the monk a few times, but the monk just closed his eyes and his aura was deep and subtle, as if he was there and not there.

The young Taoist master understood the cause and effect and deduced what had happened to Ran Deng before.

"Before Ran Deng, he had been walking in the human world for thousands of years. I'm afraid he had seen something and then traced it all the way here."

"But I didn't expect that the Bodhisattvas and monks here had gone so crazy and possessed that it was too late for me to leave. I was trapped here by them. They used the core of the Garbha-dhara Mandala seal to suppress Randang's aura, and then used the seal of the entire Nalanda Temple to suppress Randang, intending to suppress and kill the monk in one breath."

Qi Wuhuo's mind moved, and accompanied by a few sword sounds, the sword light flowed and made a clanging sound.

These rays of Buddha's light are the result of the confluence of three extremely strong and difficult forces: the power of pure Buddhism, the power of vows, and cause and effect. They cannot be cut by a knife or severed by a sword. Only the power of Vajra Buddhism can cut off the three thousand troubles and countless causes and effects, and can break this method.

But only a few blood-red sword lights flashed here, and the chains broke immediately.

The Buddhas' lights gathered together like flowing water, and were rewoven into chains to seal and bind the monk. The Taoist in the blood-red robe snorted coldly and glanced over. The endless and clear Buddha's light seemed to have seen its natural enemy, and it froze in an instant, no longer flowing freely as before. The Taoist glanced over.

All the Buddha's lights disappeared.

Retreat like a Buddha.

Randeng's body collapsed to one side. Qi Wuhuo summoned a gust of wind to lift up the monk. He felt that his once strong and energetic body was like a lamp running out of oil. He felt complicated and left this place in an instant. With a turn of his huge divine thought, the waves of the sea of ​​blood flowed, moving all the hundreds of people out.

“This, this is…”

"Are we out yet?"

Everyone was murmuring. The older people looked at the sky and the earth outside, confused for a moment. Then the emotions that had been suppressed during their imprisonment gradually burst out. Some cried loudly, some laughed loudly, and some staggered forward, knelt on the ground, and bowed towards the east, suddenly crying: "Dad, Mom, I am an unfilial child, an unfilial child!"

He came here to pray for his seriously ill parents, but was imprisoned here. After such a long time, his elders, who were already on the verge of death, might have died long ago. He cried and almost fainted. The Taoist embraced the seriously injured and weak Randeng with the wind, looking at these people who had experienced so many separations. According to his character, he would definitely comfort these people at this moment.

But the person who is here at this moment should not be Tai Shang Xuan Wei, but Shang Qing Dong Xuan Taoist.

The latter held the sword with both hands, his expression cold, and said calmly: "Back off."

A cold and sharp air dissipated.

Everyone felt a chill down their spines. Those who had been crying, laughing, and shouting before froze for a moment. That kind of excitement and overly strong emotions were "interrupted" at once, avoiding the physical and mental damage brought by extreme sorrow and joy. For a moment, they were quiet, and then thinking of this Taoist who was also extremely murderous, their faces turned pale, and they all stepped back subconsciously.

He immediately put some distance between himself and the Taoist priest in the blood-red robe.

The Taoist did not turn around, but said in a cold tone: "Retreat again."

People retreated several dozen steps.

After doing this several times, the Taoist stopped talking and asked people to step back. The people at least a hundred meters away looked quietly at the Taoist who was standing not far away with his back to them. The wind blew past, and the Taoist's black hair was slightly lifted at the temples. The ink-black hair tips had a slight red tint. He had a jade hairpin tied up his hair, and his Taoist robe was dyed red. There was an indescribable arrogance and calm evilness in him.

Qi Wuhuo looked at the ruins in front of him.

Originally, he wanted to completely destroy and submerge the Nalanda Temple, but when he raised his hand, his mind suddenly moved - it was not enough to just destroy the Nalanda Temple once, there would always be a second and third invasion by Buddhism, and he needed to leave a huge mark to deter others, which was the correct way.

How to do it?

How to say?

How to deter?

An extremely domineering sword intent rose into the sky, the sword rang loudly, the sea of ​​blood surged, and the Taoist held the sword and slashed forward.

The sword energy was like a waterfall, crashing down.

All in one go.

He immediately put away his sword, turned around slowly, and said, "Let's go..."

"poor……"

He wanted to say "poor Taoist", but his voice paused, remembering that he was now [Shangqing Dongxuan Zhenjun], not Taishang Xuanwei Zhenren, so he raised his head slightly and looked forward, and said in a cold and indifferent voice: "I am here to send you back to the capital, and someone will take care of your affairs from now on."

Although everyone was grateful for his help, they were afraid because his methods were too brutal and the killing was too frequent.

His face turned pale and he said, "Thank you, Sword Immortal."

The Taoist said coldly: "I just accepted someone's request."

Everyone nodded in agreement and said nothing, nor did Qi Wuhuo continue to thank him. The Taoist just walked forward, and everyone dispersed. The fear and terror in their eyes were greater than gratitude. Qi Wuhuo did not care about this - as a human being, it is often difficult to see the whole picture. Everyone saw him saving people, and also saw him killing people without limit.

One is gratitude, the other is fear.

The two run in parallel, and therefore conflict with each other. That's all, nothing strange about it.

Just at this moment, a small hand suddenly grabbed the Taoist's hand.

Warmly, a child with a dirty face pulled the Taoist's little finger and shook it. His face had not been washed for a long time, with traces of dirt and messy hair, but his face showed an incomparably bright, warm, and pure smile: "Thank you, Taoist uncle!"

"I will definitely repay you for saving my life!"

He thanked in a serious manner, imitating a script he had heard from somewhere.

The Taoist priest in blood-red robe resisted the urge to raise his hand and rub the child's head. He just slowly retracted his gaze and said coldly:

"what ever."

The child didn't care and smiled brightly and warmly.

The Taoist snorted coldly and flicked his sleeves. An endless sea of ​​blood rushed up into the sky, rolling and tumbling above the sky. The blood waves were surging, giving people a thrilling sense of fear. Then they suddenly spun and all flew into the Taoist's sleeves and disappeared. Qi Wuhuo casually threw out a bit of blood light, and the water in the sea of ​​blood turned into a huge ship in the void.

For a moment, I was a little dazed. The teacher used this magical power to take me to the Altair to cross the galaxy, and now I can also use it.

After loading all the hundreds of people, the sails were opened and the masts and oars were swaying in the empty sea of ​​clouds.

The huge ship slowly sailed towards the capital, carrying hope in this boundless sea of ​​blood.

The young Taoist stood at the bow, and his understanding became clearer and clearer.

There is no right or wrong Dharma. The sea of ​​blood is an evil Dharma. If used in a right way, it is right. Buddhism is a right Dharma. If used in an evil way, it is evil.

This can also be called the rotation of yin and yang.

So that’s it, teacher. I understand.

In this human practice, Tai Chi is everywhere.

On this day, the people of the Nine Provinces of Shenwu all saw a huge blood ship sailing above the nine heavens, which brought all the people back to the human world. Among them were many people who had disappeared in the previous few years. The relatives of some people almost thought they were dead, and now they were reunited, and they were in tears. The blood ship rose into the sky again and disappeared.

The common people described in detail how they had been imprisoned by the monks, and the whole country was in an uproar.

Dozens of days later, the common people were properly settled by Qin Wang Li Weifeng, and were given travel expenses and sent back to their families. Gradually, the matter became unknown.

Decades later, the world was at peace. There was a Taoist priest walking in the world. He was extremely thirsty, so he went into a village to ask for water. However, the villagers treated him warmly. The Taoist priest was surprised to see that every household in the village worshipped a statue of a wooden Taoist priest, painted red, wearing a blood-red Taoist robe, with a cold expression, two swords on his waist, and a sea of ​​blood under his feet.

His expression was cold, but he had the bearing of supreme righteousness.

Ask his name.

The answer is: our ancestors were once saved by him, and generations have erected longevity monuments for him, representing the great compassion and mercy who saves people from suffering, the Lord of the Sea of ​​Blood.

I am really ashamed for not having thanked you in person. I often think about this mistake and regret it in my life.

I only hope that future generations will know about this immortal god.

"Is it for blessing?"

The Taoist asked curiously.

"No."

An old man who was still alive narrowed his eyes when he heard the question, as if he had returned to a certain day, when a Taoist priest in a blood-red robe stood in front of him to block the biting cold wind, but he could see the warm sun and the warm smoke rising from the city. The old man smiled and answered gently: "He may not care about that little thing, but we can't help but care."

"We just don't want to forget that he once saved us."

"He saved us, so we will remember him."

"That's all."

…

Just a short time after Qi Wuhuo rode the blood sea and took the people away, suddenly several clear glazed Buddha lights appeared in the sky. Guanyin, Maitreya, Manjusri and Samantabhadra, four young Bodhisattvas, each rode their own Buddha lights and came over.

They actually didn't understand why they came.

What this [Nanda Temple] did was contrary to the right path, and it also caused extremely heavy killings, so it deserves to be punished!

However, as monks, as people who also practice Buddhism, when they realized that the gentle and smiling words of "kill them all" by Zhenwu Demon Emperor was most likely not a joke, they were still shocked and felt a chill in their hearts. They all rushed forward, but their brains were still a little confused along the way.

I'm here, yes, what can I do now? !

The Taoist Master Shangqing Dongxuan was the Taoist friend they invited and found by the Taoist Master Taishang Xuanwei.

What? Are they going to stand by those who have abandoned Buddhism and fight against this Shangqing sect member who came to help? !

Absolutely not!

But can they work together with Shangqing Dongxuan Daojun to kill all the monks, arhats and bodhisattvas in the Nalanda Temple?

I also feel a little confused and complicated in my heart.

But despite this, they still came, carrying many weapons. Of course, they also wanted to join Shangqing Dongxuan Daojun if all else failed. Although the four Bodhisattvas also had the heart to restore order and the determination to sacrifice themselves for the people, as pure monks, they still adhered to the idea of ​​"killing the main culprit" and did not make a big decision to kill all the evildoers.

"However, although the Great Emperor Zhenwu **Demon said that he would [kill them all], he may not really mean it."

"Besides, that Supreme Purity and Profound Real Lord is not the True Martial Demon Emperor after all."

"Taishang Xuanwei Zhenren has the demeanor of a gentleman. Although he said that Shangqing Dongxuan Daojun is stronger than himself in the way of killing, he may be modest."

"yes--"

"Besides, even if he is determined to kill people, it is unlikely that he will come immediately after we tell him today. Even if this Supreme Pure Land Master comes directly, there are more than a dozen Bodhisattvas in the Nalanda Temple, as well as tens of thousands of monks and numerous rituals."

"Even if there were tens of thousands of pigs, it would be impossible to kill them in such a short time..."

Several young and immature Bodhisattvas talked to each other.

It seems to be answering the question, but it also seems to be questioning and answering oneself.

Until they looked away.

His sight suddenly froze——

The originally magnificent and majestic Buddhist Nalanda Monastery has disappeared, replaced by ruins and traces of an endless sea of ​​blood rolling and corroding everything. In front of the originally majestic gate of Nalanda Monastery, a huge and majestic head of Buddha has collapsed into the ground.

The mountain gate collapsed, and only the head of the Buddha statue remained. Pieces of broken Buddhist scriptures fell everywhere like snow.

There is a feeling that time is passing and everything is vast.

Great ruin!

Great Nirvana!

Especially compared with the previous prosperous and magnificent scene with dozens of Bodhisattvas casting spells and tens of thousands of monks chanting Buddhist scriptures together, there was an indescribable feeling of loneliness and desolation that came over them, and for a moment, the four Bodhisattvas felt desolate.

They fell down subconsciously, and immediately noticed a mountain in front of the Nalanda Monastery. This mountain was originally tall, but in the collision between the sea of ​​blood and the Buddha's light just now, it had already collapsed a lot, and the remaining part had also been cut off. The remaining part looked like a rugged rock wall, rising into the sky like a sword.

Anyone who comes here will be attracted by this "stone tablet" at the first moment.

On one side, there is text.

The words were sharp and sharp, and every word was bloody, rising into the sky.

An endless murderous aura came towards me.

The four Bodhisattvas looked at the inscription on the stone tablet carved from the mountain and recited it subconsciously, saying:

“All things are created to nourish man.”

"The monk has nothing to offer to God!"

“Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill!!!”

Seven consecutive words "kill" came, each one more murderous and sharper than the last, rushing towards them like the reappearance of the ancient blood demon. The four Bodhisattvas, Guanyin, Maitreya, Manjusri and Samantabhadra, felt a chill on their backs, and their hairs stood on end, as if a sharp sword was against their heart. Their faces turned pale, and their brains went blank, as if they had sensed the murderous aura.

Then I saw the final signature.

[Shangqing Dongxuan destroyed Nalanda Temple here]

【All Buddhas who pass through this realm】

【Kill them all】!!!

There was a long silence.

Only the sound of the wind.

Only the gust of wind blew past the sobbing of the ruins.

And the violent beating of the hearts of the four Bodhisattvas.

On this day, Nalanda Monastery was destroyed.

Namo Shanle Zizaiyin Guangming Tathagata retreated one hundred and eight thousand miles.

And the Supreme Lord of Shangqing Dongxuan appeared before the six realms for the first time.