"Senior brother, do you think we can still get out?"
"We'll definitely get out."
"Amitabha, well done, well done." The Buddha of Compassion and Joy murmured to himself, as if he had regained his former clarity. He was beaming with joy, and his whole body was filled with an aura of happiness.
However, upon closer inspection, one can see that his hands, hidden in his robe, are trembling, and his legs are shaking as he walks, like a patient about to have an epileptic seizure.
"Amitabha Buddha, well said, well said."
"Amitabha Buddha, excellent, excellent!"
"Good, good, good..."
The chanting emanating from the Buddha of Compassion and Joy grew faster and faster until it finally became a murky mess.
"Sigh!" Zhiyin sighed as he looked at his junior brother, who seemed on the verge of having a seizure. He then stared into the void ahead, his voice strained with a Beijing accent, his expression exaggerated: "Master, look at him! Look at him! How did our junior brother end up like this?"
"Senior brother." The Buddha of Compassion and Joy could no longer utter the "Goodness, goodness" from his mouth. After calling him "Senior brother," he kowtowed to the ground.
The sound of his forehead hitting the ground was like someone knocking on the door.
"Master, look! You're wrong! What is good, and what is hunger!" Zhiyin seemed frightened by the state of the Buddha of Compassion and Joy. He suddenly knelt on the ground and began cursing at the void, "Look! This! This is our retribution! Retribution! Hahaha!"
Thump!
Another crisp sound!
This time, it was Zhiyin, who had become a Buddha in the state of good and evil, who spoke it.
His mouth twisted into a shape that no human could possibly make, and his eyes bulged outwards like two lanterns. The only difference between him and the strangled man was that he didn't have a protruding tongue.
"Welcome back, Snow Lord!"
His eyes seemed frozen by the snow on the ground, taking on a layer of tenacity, like a wind blade capable of annihilating all living people around him.
"Welcome back, Snow Lord."
"Welcome back, Snow Lord!"
"Welcome back, Snow Lord! Hahaha, back! Back!" The Buddha of Sorrow and Joy suddenly laughed.
He tilted his head and looked at the other trembling and bewildered disciples of the Tantric sect beside him. He seemed to want to stand up, but he glanced at the Good and Evil Buddha kneeling on the ground with fear and trepidation. "Can you get up? Do you want to get up? Do you not want to kneel?"
"Kneel down!"
The Buddha of Good and Evil rebuked him, showing none of the demeanor of the Buddha of Sorrow and Joy who was his former senior brother. At this moment, it was as if he had been replaced by another soul.
At this moment, the Snow Queen's place in his heart superseded everything else.
His cold gaze swept over the disciples of the Secret Sect who were kneeling on the ground, "You should all be offered as sacrifices to the Snow Lord. My Lord has returned, indeed..."
"You wicked creature!" Bitter Bodhi flung out a piece of dust, and just then, a huge hand emerged from the ground.
When the disciples of the Tantric school saw that the visitor was Ku Bodhi, they all began to wail loudly.
“Elder! You told us to follow them after entering the illusion, but they…”
"Yeah! They seem to have gone crazy again!"
"What are we going to do?!"
"Elder! Watch out! Snow!"
Bitter Bodhi, mindful of his disciples, looked at the hand raised in the ground and said, "Run! Run as far as you can!"
"Don't run! Don't run!" The Buddha of Sorrow and Joy shouted incoherently at the fleeing crowd. He finally stood up from the ground, refuting the words of the Buddha of Good and Evil. "Yes! The Snow Lord is going to ask questions. Those who can't run, stay here, all of you stay."
Naturally, no one responded to him.
"Please let the Snow Maiden possess you." The killing intent in the eyes of the Buddha of Good and Evil intensified.
Bitter Bodhi knew what he had been hiding in his heart all these years. He deliberately led the disciples of the Secret Treasury Sect in the opposite direction from the Xuan Yun Sect disciples, probably hoping to gain the master he imagined.
"Please summon the Snow Woman!"
The snow woman didn't say anything, but slapped him and quickly disappeared.
Wen Jingge had just come downstairs when she saw this scene. She had already let Shan Hongxing achieve his purpose for coming in. Now it was time to catch this Snow Woman and ask her who she was and why she had followed her all the way to Qinghe Mountain before revealing herself.
What if Qinghe Mountain hadn't produced the Netherworld Lotus?
Where does she plan to go next?
"Don't go!" Wen Jingge stepped on the hand, which should have turned into snow and scattered, but she grabbed it instead. "This..."
Wen Jingge wasn't the only one dumbfounded; Ku Puti was too.
"In all my years, this is truly the first time I've ever seen such a wondrous sight. Benefactor Wen, what is this...?"
Ku Puti observed Wen Jingge's hand; she hadn't used a single trace of Xuan power, and it seemed she had completely controlled the Snow Maiden's hand with force.
"Snow Lord, Snow Lord..." The Buddha of Sorrow and Joy grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and skipped over to Wen Jinge.
"What are you doing!" Wen Jingge spat out the snow in her mouth.
She didn't let go; the Snow Maiden's hand was still being held by her. Wen Jingge, who had snow thrown into her eyes by the little monk, was furious: "You weren't this crazy when I first met you!"
"That's because the longer he stays away from the Tantric school, the more severe his madness will become." The Buddha of Good and Evil, who was originally kneeling on the ground, stood up. Strangely, the malice on his face disappeared and turned into compassion. His whole being was filled with a strange compassionate emotion.
If it weren't for the two deep purple marks on his lips, which were still cracked at the corners of his mouth, no one would have associated him with the madman from before.
How are you?
"Hmm." The Buddha of Good and Evil nodded, then grabbed the Buddha of Sorrow and Joy who was about to throw snow again. "Junior brother, be good!"
Just as Wen Jingge was calming down and watching the other disciples of the Secret Sect control the dangerous Buddha of Good and Evil, a handful of snow was thrown into her eyes.
This time, she was quite shocked, and by the time she came to her senses, the Snow Woman had already run away.
"Karmic sins! Karmic sins! Karmic sins!" Bitter Bodhi muttered, holding a whisk in his hand and striking the Buddha of Good and Evil with it as if exorcising a ghost.
"He threw it?" Wen Jingge took a deep breath and told herself not to get angry. At worst, she could just throw the little monk over and kill him when the demons came.
What's there to be angry about? There are so many people watching!
"Yes! Hehehe, yes." The Buddha of Sorrow and Joy clapped his hands, looking more like an immature child than the Buddha of Good and Evil.
"Bitter Bodhi!" Wen Jingge could sense that the snow that the Buddha of Good and Evil had used was unusual. The moment the snow entered her hand, she seemed to see someone chanting in the midst of the heavy snowfall.
Unlike the tambourine hypnosis created by Bei Mo Ling, the scene she saw was more real, as if it were the Snow Woman's past memories.
"I don't need to protect my own. I won't cause trouble for your Tantric sect. Just tell me who the Snow Woman really is?"
The scene of that sacrifice was so similar to the Soul Clan she had seen in her dream. It was the last sacrifice, in which the priest sacrificed the last bloodline of the Soul Clan in order to hide someone.
Crows filled the sky as a three-legged golden crow watched the fire die down and the birds fly away, the golden crow disappearing into darkness along with the snowfield.
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