Chapter 137: Wen Zhi and praying to God for three lifetimes to exchange for her temporary survival

Most people in Xuan Yuntian did not expect that one crisis would come after another.

Xie Tingyu had been possessed by a demon not long ago, and now another person with demonic aura had stepped out from Xuanyuntian.

Now, the man was hanging in the air with a sword in his hand, one hand stretched out and not retracted. He did not move for an unknown amount of time.

A water-blue demonic aura spread from his body, and dark blue demonic patterns quickly extended like the branches of vegetation, growing from his neck to the right side of his face.

Aqua blue translucent scales appear on the back of the neck.

Wen Zhiyu stepped into the void, and all the gentleness in his eyes and brows disappeared.

Situ You took a look at the sect protection formation that had been opened again, raised his hand to his forehead, and said, "Master, how should this end?"

Yun Heng's eyes were deep, filled with unfathomable emotions.

“He’s not an impulsive person.”

Hearing this, Situ You took two steps forward, "He has never been an impulsive person. Apart from Junior Sister, who can make his emotions fluctuate more, who else can influence him? Wait, Xiao Yu looks out of control, could it be that..."

"Junior sister, really..."

Xie Tingyu's spiritual power was changed by Tianxing Chixiao's hostility, forming a unique aura that was easy to distinguish. Therefore, anyone who had sensed Xie Tingyu's aura could tell at a glance that the red light spreading across the sky belonged to her.

Situ You curled his fingers, not knowing what to say.

Yun Heng did not say a word after he spoke just now.

Everyone thought that after Wen Zhiyu revealed his overwhelming demonic aura, he would make a bigger move. At first, everyone in Xuanyuntian was shocked that Xie Tingyu had become possessed by a demon. Then, a strange phenomenon appeared in the distance, and the extremely familiar red sword energy emitted its final sad cry.

Tianxing Chixiao couldn't find his master, and the red color dragged a long, piercing red tail in the sky.

On this day, a long, scarlet sword was seen flying across the cultivation world, and it even flew into a crowd of people looking for it.

This long sword is Xuan Yuntian's divine sword, which is famous for its fierceness and no one dares to touch it.

He could only let Tianxing Chixiao travel back and forth while constantly sending messages to Xuan Yuntian.

"Even if Xie Tingyu is possessed by a demon, he should still control his sword. Otherwise, he will be committing an even greater crime."

These words were surprisingly consistent, as if they had all agreed on the words in order to jointly attack Xie Tingyu.

Yunheng was furious when he received the message, and a loud noise erupted from Xuanyuntian. The mountain opposite to Yunheng's peak was directly flattened by a sword. Afterwards, Yunheng was still not satisfied, so he flew out several lightning talismans that scattered everywhere, and flew out.

Shiyun and Qiuzhu stood together. Shiyun looked up and slowly looked in the direction where Yunheng left. She sighed, "Ayu died, but those people didn't even investigate the case carefully. They still wanted to make Ayu more guilty. Where's the logic?"

"It's inevitable that Master Yunheng would be so angry."

"Is Xie Tingyu really dead?" Xu Yuan suddenly said. Before Xu Yuan was about to leave for the Monster Killing Conference, Zizhu emitted purple light and was about to break through. It took him two days to break through after returning to Xuanyuntian.

As soon as he came out of retreat, he heard the news that Xie Tingyu had turned into a demon and betrayed the sect.

Xu Yuan followed Qiu Zhu, his eyes reflecting the clouds blown away by the sword wind. He repeated, "Master, is Xie Tingyu really dead?"

Qiu Zhu hesitated to speak, "It seems that it is not as simple as death, but more like the soul is scattered."

Xu Yuan raised his hand and slapped the railing in front of him. There was a purple bamboo mark on the back of his hand. After he was promoted to the realm of sighing freedom, he no longer had to hug the purple bamboo all day.

"Except for the initial commotion, Junior Brother Wen seems too calm now." Cheng Yan has been unable to get in touch with him. The direction of the Scarlet Sky Sword Qi shining on the sky is the same as the location of the Demon-Slaying Conference. Shi Yun is anxious and feels very panicked.

"I'm afraid this is the calm before the storm." Qiu Zhu murmured to himself.

Wen Zhiyu was nowhere to be found and Xuan Yuntian couldn't find her anywhere.

Xie Tingyu seemed to have completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

Yun Heng hadn't been back to Xuan Yuntian for several days, but he heard news about him in other places. He was busy looking for the leaders of other sects to compete with him, and every time he won a game, he would ask the leader to apologize to Xie Tingyu.

Shi Yun later checked and found that all these leaders had sent messages to denounce Xie Tingyu.

Yun Heng kept all these people in mind and caused trouble for them one after another.

A deep and powerful Zen sound rang out. In this silent world, only the Zen sound lingered in my ears. A man dressed in red was holding a broken bone bell in his hand, and his fingers were covered in dirt and blood.

As a monk, the wound should have healed quickly, but the wound was slow to heal and blood was about to spill onto the bone bell, so he quickly wrapped his finger with a handkerchief.

Dyed with blood, the bone bell emitted an extremely dark red glow.

The ancient temple soon came into view. The steps were kept very clean without a trace of moss.

His expression was calm, but the demonic marks on his face and neck were clearly visible, and he felt a sharp pain in his heart.

A red mark made with a drop of blood was engraved on the center of his eyebrows, which was very similar to the red vertical mark on Xie Tingyu's forehead.

You can hear roosters crowing in Fanyin Temple. Every day at dawn, the roosters will crow on time.

"Donor, are you here to make a request?" A monk in a red cassock appeared at the temple gate. He was holding a bamboo stick and looking down at him with his head slightly lowered.

Wen Zhi was fluttering in a red dress. A strange aura lingered over the Fanyin Temple all year round, a mixed aura of demons and monsters.

Wen Zhihe curled his fingers, "People who died in the cultivation world have no ghosts to lead them. Will their souls eventually return to the wilderness?"

The ghost palace and the world of cultivation are incompatible, so when a cultivator dies, his soul will not be led by the ghost messengers of the ghost palace. It can only wander between heaven and earth, and finally return to the wilderness, becoming a lonely ghost, or even having its soul scattered.

He had heard Xie Tingyu say that she was missing a soul. She always had her own ideas and would never take the initiative to tell him about anything, so he was not sure how she found the soul.

All I know is that the time when her body was taken over by another spirit was when she was trying to find her lost soul.

"Donor, please move into the temple first."

Wen Zhiyu didn't reply, but stared at him stubbornly.

The corners of his eyes were red, and his whole body was surrounded by evil spirit, and his former gentleness was no longer visible.

The abbot sighed, "I asked Huineng to remind Donor Xie a few days ago that there would be a bloody disaster in the near future, but Donor Xie said that everyone has a destiny in life and death, and whether it is a bloody disaster or not, it is part of her practice."

"Perhaps Mr. Xie thought that if he could successfully survive the catastrophe of life and death, he would be able to break through to a higher realm. If he really died in the catastrophe, it would mean that his fate had come to an end."

The abbot walked down the stairs, "Amitabha, donor, please accept my condolences."

Wen Zhiyu sneered, "How do you know I want to ask Xie Tingyu?"

Hearing this, the abbot stroked his beard and said, "A year ago, Donor Wen, Donor Cheng, and Donor Xie came together, but I never saw them. It was not until Huimin mentioned them that I learned that they had already left."

"Do you really not know, or do you not want to see it and do not want to be involved in cause and effect?" The Frost Mist Sword rose beside Wen Zhiyu, and the red and blue Yin-Yang Fish spun under Wen Zhiyu's feet. The frosty air broke through, spreading out with him as the center, and frost climbed up the stairs.

Condensed into indestructible ice.

"Master Wen, what do you mean?" The abbot looked puzzled. He watched Wen Zhiyu walk past him and step through the temple gate. When the abbot looked up again, only a piece of red clothes was left.

Wen Zhiyu walked through the long corridor and passed through the empty hall. Although this Fanyin Temple was called a temple, no one came to burn incense. Even the Buddha statues inside were covered with dust.

A tall Buddha statue, riding a six-tusked white elephant and holding a wish-fulfilling staff, with a solemn and compassionate appearance, comes into view.

The prayer flags and banners hung in front of the Buddha statue were blown up by the warmth and wind, and an incense burner and various ritual instruments were placed on the dusty table.

Only the long-burned incense sticks remained in the incense burner.

Wen Zhiyu stared at him for a few more seconds.

"Why did you come directly to find Samantabhadra Bodhisattva?" The abbot's voice sounded behind Wen Zhiyu, but Wen Zhiyu did not turn back.

He looked coldly, "What else can you do in a temple besides praying to Buddha? Don't worry, Abbot. I won't do anything to Fanyin Temple."

The abbot folded his hands in his sleeves and lowered his head slightly, "Donor, there is no method of resurrection in the world. Even if you can overthrow it and start over, it is just a temporary chance of life in exchange for your fate."

His words were calm and peaceful, but they were like a sharp sword piercing into Wen Zhiyu's heart. Wen Zhiyu laughed out loud, and even he himself could not make the bone bell in his hand ring. The consciousness in it was aroused, and the powerful force did not seem like an external force, but more like disintegration from within.

This is her using the opponent's force to defeat him and destroy it herself.

She had already intended to commit suicide.

The abbot's words seem to have other explanations, but if you think about it carefully, you will find that you can only come up with nothing and cannot find any other causal connections.

Even if it's just wishful thinking, there are immortals in this world, so why can't there be the art of resurrection?

Even if it means sacrificing one's own flesh and blood and soul, and gamble one's reincarnation, life after life, just to change one's fate.

The abbot may have seen that he was stubborn and unwilling to turn back, so he left without knowing when.

Wen Zhiyu took a few steps forward.

He approached the desk and immediately raised his head.

The expression on the Buddha statue is sad, neither sad nor happy.

Wen Zhiyu was filled with evil spirit and trembled all over. He knelt in front of the Buddha statue, slowly bent down, and put aside his pride.

"I have slaughtered people, and Buddha has given me punishment. I am happy to accept it. I only hope that Buddha will have mercy on me and give me a glimmer of hope to thank Tingyu. Even if it means exchanging my life for three lifetimes, I will not regret it even if it is just a moment of hope."

After he finished speaking, Wen Zhiyu bowed down and kowtowed heavily.

The voice was earnest, carrying a pleading tone that had never been heard before.

The red dot between the eyebrows became brighter red, and the red light in the bone bell became brighter, like a last ray of light, bursting out with astonishing brilliance.

He never believed in Buddhism, because in an unknown place, at a time when no one could imagine him, he prayed to Buddha and asked for his advice, begging the Buddha to give him a chance, and begging the heaven to give him a chance to live.

What was that time for?

The memories buried deep in his heart came flooding back like a tide. He was nine years old at that time, struggling hard for survival. His flesh and blood were destroyed by the monks, and his scales were all pulled out. He looked extremely ugly. He was imprisoned in a dark dungeon filled with rats and a stench.

He prayed for God's mercy all the time.

When he was about to die, he thought he would see the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Devil from the ghost palace, and those ghost messengers with hooks and chains.

He opened his eyes hazily and saw only a figure.

A goddess descended from the sky. Different from the goddess in white that he had imagined, this goddess was dressed in black with a python pattern outlined by gold lines.

The goddess's face was blurry and she said a lot to him, but he didn't know whether it was because she was too badly injured or her memory was confused, no matter how hard he tried to recall, he could only remember one sentence in the end.

"The immortals are ruthless, and the demons are also unrestrained."

"Live well."