Liu Yun said in a deep voice, "I wanted to wait until the storm was over before letting him leave, but who would have thought..."
Liu Xing looked at the scene before him, feeling deeply moved. When he heard what Liu Yun said, his bewildered expression was mingled with deep hatred. "Yes, it was because of your selfishness that the entire Wuyuan Temple was brought to this tragedy. You should indeed pay for the lives of all the disciples in the temple."
Liuyun closed his eyes and remained silent.
The scene changed again. The young Liu Xing secretly opened the back door of the temple in the middle of the night and let in a group of people in black.
Liu Xing said to the leading black-clad man nervously and excitedly, "Sir, this is the news I revealed. Please remember to expand my network of contacts in the capital. I will be the abbot of Wuyuan Temple in the future. I hope Wuyuan Temple can become a place like Zhenguo Temple. Please also, sir, be sure to protect all the disciples in Wuyuan Temple. The person you are looking for is in the wing room in front. Just capture him..."
Before he could finish his words, a cold light flashed, and the black-clad leader raised his sword and slashed. Liu Xing's expression froze on his face, his eyes wide open, his words caught in his throat, and he fell to the ground with a painful cry. Blood gushed out of his neck like crazy, and in an instant, the ground was covered with red...
The black-robed man glared at him with disdain and said coldly, "This stupid monk is so long-winded. How can a shabby temple be compared to Zhenguo Temple? When you betrayed others, you should have known that the only way for you was death."
He waved his hand, and the man in black sneaked into the room. Soon, roars and the sound of weapons clashing were heard.
Soon, Wuyuan Temple was brightly lit, and all the disciples ran out and were ruthlessly killed by the men in black. There were sounds of fighting and screams everywhere.
The entrances and exits of Wuyuan Temple were all blocked. The black-clad leader issued a cold order, "Everyone who has anything to do with Wuyuan Temple must be wiped out today. I don't want any information to be leaked!"
"yes!"
Swords flashed and blood flowed everywhere. Wuyuan Temple stayed awake all night. The blood flowed into a small river, carrying the unwilling souls of the wronged.
With only one breath left, Liu Xing stared wide-eyed, watching all these tragedies unfold. Endless regret, resentment, and unwillingness were growing endlessly. He hated it!
In the end, the general escaped, and Liuyun died on the way to protect him, lying next to Liuxing's body.
The sky was bright, and soon, the news about Wuyuan Temple spread like wildfire. It was distorted and made up into a robbery and murder by mountain bandits, and that was the end of the story. The once prosperous Wuyuan Temple became desolate, and there was not even anyone to bury the bodies.
As spring passed and autumn came, the wronged souls hidden underground began to come out and move around, causing a series of haunted disturbances. A flowing cloud with golden light all over its body appeared. He meditated on the cushion as usual, praying and chanting scriptures for these wronged souls, and sending them to the underworld for reincarnation.
He exhausted all his Yuhua cultivation and merits to cleanse the resentment of everyone in Wuyuan Temple, but... he failed to cleanse Liuxing's resentment.
He destroyed the village, devoured souls, awakened the evil god, and from then on... embarked on a path of no return.
After watching all this, Zhen Liuxing's soul trembled slightly, and he held his head in disbelief with his broken arm. "This is impossible, am I the culprit? Was it me who tipped off the whole thing, led people to Wuyuan Temple, and destroyed Wuyuan Temple? I always thought that all this was done by Liuyun, why me? Why me!"
Liuyun's eyes were filled with compassion. "Amitabha, Junior Brother Liuxing, although you were the one who let him in, I planted the seeds of karma. It was because I insisted on letting the general stay in the temple that this happened. The fault is not yours, but your resentment and obsession are too deep. You should let it go."
Zhen Liuxing's eyes were wild, and he kept shaking his head, "How can I let go? Why should I let go? Abbot Liuyun, I have so many lives on my hands, I can no longer let go. The evil god and I are already bound together, I can't turn back."
Liuyun closed his eyes sadly, "Liuxing, you..."
Wen Xi pursed his lips and said, "In the final analysis, it's all because of your greed. You want to become the abbot, and even make Wuyuan Temple a state-guarding temple. That's your obsession. Monks emphasize the emptiness of the four elements. Your greed has harmed other disciples in the temple, and because of your resentment and revenge, you have killed many innocent people. You really can't turn back. It's a pity for Liuyun. He was extremely talented and was born to become a Buddha. He had compassion for the world. Even after death, he still had the opportunity to ascend to heaven, but he gave up this opportunity and would rather become a ghost to save the disciples of Wuyuan Temple who died in vain, even you!"
The scenes of the past gradually faded away, and they returned to the present.
Recalling the past, the madness in Liuxing's eyes gradually dissipated. It turned out that it was not that the memory faded with time, but that he subconsciously wanted to forget the memory that made him regret. He did not want to admit that it was because of his own selfishness that he killed all the disciples of Wuyuan Temple.
He subconsciously blamed Liuyun for all of this so that he could share his pain.
Liuyun looked at the remorseful Liuxing, clasped his hands together, and said with compassion, "Amitabha, Junior Brother Liuxing, please don't be obsessed with this. I am willing to use the last of my cultivation, even my own soul, to liberate you and return you to the right path. Wuyuan Temple has long been ruined and disappeared, so let your obsession disappear with it. The world... no longer needs Wuyuan Temple."
He recited complicated scriptures, and a faint light of merit began to appear on his soul, giving Liu Xing a feeling of cleansing his soul.
"Is this the power of enlightenment of Buddhism? He really is the Holy Father."
Wen Xi couldn't help but sigh, "Liuyun, your soul is already broken. If you insist on saving Liuxing, you will only end up with your soul shattered."
Liuyun continued chanting, his voice drifting closer, "Don't worry about me, benefactor. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, even if my soul scatters, it's just a new chapter for me to reintegrate into the world. I haven't disappeared from the world, I've become it. This is the last thing I can do for Junior Brother Liuxing and the innocent people trapped in Wuyuan Temple. After this... I'll have an epiphany!"
I have to say that Liuyun’s pattern is really big.
Wen Xi respected his choice, even though she thought that this choice made the Holy Father want to complain.
With the power of chanting sutras to transcend the dead, the hostility in Liuxing was soothed.
He seemed to have returned to his youth, ignorant, naive, yet full of hope, and wholeheartedly praying to Buddha.
"Amitabha, all my past events were caused by my greed. I am willing to follow you back to the underworld to be judged."
Liu Xing's eyes became much clearer, without any hostility or evil. His eyes revealed the compassion of a monk, as well as his own indifference.
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