Wen Xi said indifferently, "You're not willing to accept this? Those who were killed by you are also not willing to accept this. Even their souls were devoured, and they didn't even have the chance to reincarnate. What great cause do you selfish guys want to achieve with the help of the evil god? What era is this? Monks should be vegetarian and chant Buddhist scriptures, right? Liu Xing, you are just a fake compassionate person in monk's robes."
Zhen Liuxing's eyes were crazed, and he kept shaking his head. "No, no, this isn't my fault. I was murdered, too. I'm innocent. Who in Wuyuan Temple isn't innocent? Why should we bear all this? The ones who deserve to die are those powerful people. They are ambitious and have destroyed us for their own selfish reasons. I'm just using the evil god to seek revenge."
Wen Xi said coldly, "That was all many years ago. You have such a strong evil spirit, it's obvious that you have killed many people. You must have avenged your revenge long ago."
Zhen Liuxing laughed wildly, "Of course. I gave my soul to the Heretic God a long time ago. Although the Heretic God was weak at that time, the moment I formed a pact with him, I knew that the Heretic God's power was far greater than that. I want to use him to achieve my own Buddhist path."
"Buddhism?"
Wen Xi sneered, "Do you still have any Buddhist faith in you? You've become a fierce ghost, stained with blood. You can't become a Buddha, let alone become a Buddha. You don't even have the qualifications to reincarnate. You can only follow me to the underworld to be judged."
"No, I won't go! I'm with the Evil God. We've made a pact. No one can take me away. The Evil God will never die. As long as there's evil in the world and negative emotions in humanity, the Evil God will grow. I just have to wait for the next hundred years, the next thousand years. I can afford to wait."
Zhen Liuxing resisted the underworld, cast a hopeful look at the evil god, and looked forward to the future.
Wen Xi stood up straight and approached him step by step. "Do you think I will give you the future you want? Your future is to be judged and punished in hell eighteen times."
Zhen Liuxing lowered his head, his eyes revealing a sinister look. He formed his five fingers into claws, sneered, and suddenly jumped up to make the final decision.
A figure quickly flashed and stood in front of Wen Xi.
Zhen Liuxing used one palm to open the opponent's chest and took out a heart.
Liuyun vomited blood, his eyes were wide open. Before he died, he saw Zhen Liuxing holding his heart in his palm. Until his death, he could not understand why he suddenly appeared here and was killed by him!
"Hmm..."
Abbot Liuyun died with his eyes open. He fell to the ground, blood gushing out of him, his eyes still wide open.
Wen Xi was confused. "Do I know him well? I don't need to be saved."
"Huh? It's a fake!"
When Abbot Liuyun was completely dead, a black mist floated out of his body and condensed into a human figure in mid-air.
When the fog dissipated, a ghost appeared in the same place. His monk robe was tattered, and half of his cheek was exposed to the bones. He was holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand. His calm and relaxed temperament seemed out of place with other evil spirits.
The monk ghost held up the Buddhist beads in one hand, "Amitabha!"
Wen Xi raised an eyebrow. "Who are you? You've been sleeping in the body of Abbot Liuyun, like the other fake monks in Wuyuan Temple, and you've become a subordinate of the evil god?"
"No... You clearly have the aura of merit. You are the former abbot of Wuyuan Temple."
Wen Xi counted on her fingers and looked at him sharply, "Are you the real Liuyun?"
A mournful expression crossed Zhen Liuyun's face, and half of his bones moved. He sighed softly, "Is the donor truly the Great Emperor of Fengdu from the underworld? Then I have truly waited for the one I was waiting for. Yes, I am the real Liuyun, but I have long since died. Wuyuan Temple has merely inherited my will and reappeared in the human world."
Wen Xi said, "You've been dead for dozens... no, hundreds, or even thousands of years? Is it your obsession that has affected the entire Wuyuan Temple?"
Zhen Liuyun nodded and said, "That's true. Back then, everyone in Wuyuan Temple died, and most of them were unwilling to accept their fate. I was also like that at the beginning. It was my fault that I failed to protect the disciples in the temple."
With a soft sigh, Liu Xing behind him shouted hurriedly, "Abbot Liuyun, is it really you? You really haven't completely lost your soul. You've been by my side the whole time, but I had no idea. You're really hiding yourself."
Liu Xing was excited at first, but then his expression turned ferocious. "Then why didn't you show up? Do you find it smug to see me lingering on? I've dedicated my entire life to Wuyuan Temple, and what have I gained? You clearly said that after you passed away, I would be the next abbot. But it was you who let the wolf in and killed everyone, Abbot Liuyun. You still owe me the position of abbot. What are you doing here now? To block my killing move for the King of Hell, so that you can redeem yourself and avoid judgment and punishment?"
Liuyun looked at him with complicated eyes and sighed softly, "Liuxing, you're still so stubborn. Your resentment has entangled the entire Wuyuan Temple. I admit that it was my fault that I harmed Wuyuan Temple, but I have always wanted to correct this mistake. Until later... I discovered that the resentment in you is beyond my ability to resolve. You are even entangled with the evil god. I can save everyone except you. It is also my fault that I have harmed you. So... I will stay by your side and wait for the opportunity to resolve your resentment."
"What do you mean by that?"
Liu Xing's eyes were blank for a moment. Time washed away his memory, but the only thing that could not be washed away was his resentment.
"Why…"
Liuyun sighed again, waved his sleeves, the air in front of him twisted, and the scene began to change.
A group of people fell into a different dimension, and Wuyuan Temple also underwent earth-shaking changes...
They returned to the Wuyuan Temple during its heyday. People coming and going were all dressed in ancient costumes, their faces filled with bright smiles, praying devoutly. Some pilgrims took the lots they drew to have them interpreted, and the young monks nearby gently and kindly led them to find a master to have the lots interpreted. Everything seemed to be in a happy mood.
Until one day...
There was a man covered in blood and unconscious in front of the temple gate. The young Liuyun and Liuxing were the first to find him. After much hesitation, they kindly brought him back to the temple and took good care of him.
Zhen Liuyun walked over on the screen, saying with a vicissitudes of life, "That was a great general of the vassal state, who once guarded the mountains and rivers. I met him once. Liu Xing once told me to let him leave as soon as he recovered from his injuries! But the general was framed and nearly died on the battlefield due to internal strife. He narrowly escaped death and returned. If he left Wuyuan Temple, he would be hunted down at any time."
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