Yunxiang's eyes were red, but she didn't attack the Buddhist disciple again. She just kept saying, "I didn't know that the devil cultivators would kill people like this. But...but I don't allow you to say that about my master."
The Buddhist disciple said, "Amitabha, benefactor, you are possessed by the devil again."
Yunxiang suddenly raised her head and said seriously, "Then do you know how much my master has done to atone for the sins he committed in the past? Do you know why the demon race has not invaded the Thirty-Six States in a hundred years? Do you know what my Demon Palace, standing on the border between the two races, has paid every year? Do you know that my master reached the late Mahayana stage over a thousand years ago, but even now, with not much time left, he still..."
"Enough!" Mo Qiu interrupted Yunxiang coldly, making the girl in black look at him in disbelief.
Mo Qiu stepped forward, looked at the Buddhist disciple, and said, "Yes, the Demon Lord is indeed a beast. But Buddhist disciple and Chen, you shouldn't argue with this stubborn Yunxiang about who is right and who is wrong at this moment, because everyone knows that you are right and she is always wrong. If you hate the Demon Lord, then kill him. But if that doesn't work, then stop arguing about such meaningless things. Don't you want to kill this demon cultivator who massacred 100,000 people?"
Listening to the argument between Yunxiang and Fozi just now, Luo Jianqing felt a little depressed for some reason.
He recalled what Mo Qiu had said to him long ago, when they were still in the Flowing Flame Valley. Mo Qiu had told him that among all the demon cultivators in the world, no more than ten never killed anyone, and no more than one percent killed only those who deserved death. The rest of the demon cultivators killed innocent people indiscriminately.
However, the way of heaven also says that strength is respected and the strong prey on the weak.
This is the rule set by Heaven, so everyone abides by it.
If the Demon Lord can kill people, then others can also kill him. If others cannot kill him, then he will continue to kill people.
Is there really nothing that can stop the Demon Lord?
have.
Luo Jianqing knew what Yunxiang hadn't finished saying. Rumor had it that the Demon Lord had reached the late Mahayana stage over a thousand years ago, but he was still only there. The laws of nature had limited his growth. Although he hadn't killed innocent people in the past thousand years, he still had to pay his debt.
Now, after counting on my fingers, perhaps it is really time for the Demon Lord to die.
The limit of the Mahayana period is three thousand years. Perhaps... he really doesn't have much time left.
The Demon Lord, with his low-grade physique, desired to become a superior being, and so he became possessed by the devil. He killed millions of innocent people. This was his karma. His consequence was that he could not break through to the Mahayana stage in this lifetime, and would have to guard the border between the two races for the sake of the human race.
Moreover, Luo Jianqing had once heard Xuan Lingzi say, "If a demon cultivator kills one person, he will have to pay for it in his lifetime. Unless he can ascend to become an immortal, after his reincarnation, he will be reborn as an animal for as many lives as he killed. As for those he killed, they will come to him one by one in every subsequent life to seek revenge."
At that time, Luo Jianqing once asked how to ask for it.
Xuan Lingzi pointed to a mountain village ten miles outside Mount Taihua, where a farmer was plowing his fields. He said, "If the demon cultivator is reincarnated as this ox, then the person he killed will be reincarnated as this farmer. For the rest of their lives, they will be whipped by the farmer and forced to plow the fields tirelessly for him. When they grow old and can no longer work the fields, the farmer will kill them and sell them. Jianqing, this is the law of reincarnation."
In an instant, Luo Jianqing suddenly felt enlightened.
Waves of intangible power emanated from his dantian, ferociously devouring the surrounding spiritual energy.
Originally, Mo Qiu and the other two were discussing how to find the demon cultivator who was killing innocent people. When they saw that Luo Jianqing was about to break through, Mo Qiu immediately waved his sleeves and set up a barrier for Luo Jianqing. Fuzi then set up another one, and the two of them sat down cross-legged together to protect Luo Jianqing.
Luo Jianqing didn't know any of this.
That illusory force passed through the mountains and seas, and through the rivers of Cenzhou. It saw the sea of fire and corpses within a radius of a hundred miles from the Buddha's mouth, and also saw the lines of cause and effect that were interspersed in the law of fate and heaven!
Rumble!
A series of loud voices rang out in Luo Jianqing's mind.
“What is the cause and what is the effect?”
"When cause and condition meet, the consequences will be borne by oneself!"
"If the laws of nature are wrong, if the laws of nature are unfair, then what about fate, what about cause and effect!"
"The fourth plunder in the Nine Heavenly Records is the plunder of fate and cause and effect!"
Luo Jianqing was completely immersed in the realm of cause and effect in the world, unable to extricate himself. This was the first time he saw the lines of cause and effect so clearly. He saw that every person in Cenzhou had countless lines of cause and effect on their bodies.
If you give someone a bowl of porridge today, he will owe you a fruit, and in the future he will repay you with a steamed bun when you are wandering in the wind and rain and in poverty.
Today, someone asked you for help but you turned a blind eye, so you owe him a consequence. One day, when you are sent to the execution ground, he will personally issue the order to execute you.
The young girl turned around and smiled, and the top scholar and the talented man became a perfect match.
A joke in childhood, a companion in old age.
Luo Jianqing fully experienced these wonderful and fantastical cycles of cause and effect, until he suddenly saw the mountains and the sea of blood covering the ground. His mind suddenly buzzed. When he tried to withdraw his spiritual consciousness, he suddenly saw a short and thin old man in a black robe.
Luo Jianqing opened his eyes: "I saw it!"
Mo Qiu immediately stood up and asked, "What did you see?"
Luo Jianqing's eyes darkened, and he said in a cold tone, "I saw the demon cultivator who killed 100,000 people."
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