A monster casually swung its claw and knocked him away. He fell heavily to the ground, blood gushing out of his mouth.
Xuan Ji struggled to get up, but found that all the bones in his body were broken and he could not move.
The monster slowly approached, a fishy smell hit his face, and a huge shadow enveloped him.
At this moment, the inner demon's voice finally sounded again, with a hint of sarcasm and indifference.
"See? This is your mercy, your weakness! It was you who killed them! It was you who destroyed their last hope with your own hands!
If you had listened to me earlier, killed a small number of mortals, absorbed their power, you would have become stronger. But now, it's too late!"
The moment the inner demon finished speaking, the monster lowered its head, opened its bloody mouth, and completely swallowed Xuan Ji.
In endless pain and despair, the surrounding scenery shattered like a broken mirror, revealing the original world.
Xuan Ji suddenly opened his eyes, with pain and astonishment still lingering in them.
The illusion has ended, but he seems to be trapped in it and cannot leave for a long time.
The despair, pain and powerlessness he had just felt still shrouded his heart.
He stared around blankly, his eyes filled with emptiness.
But just as his mind was shaken, a beam of blood broke through the air, carrying a chilling murderous intent straight towards his face!
Meng Wan took action!
The Blood Moon Slash came with great force, like lightning tearing through the night sky, and instantly appeared in front of Xuan Ji.
In such a hurry, Xuan Ji could only barely defend himself.
The Blood Moon Slash struck fiercely on the Buddha's light that protected his body. The Buddha's light shook violently and almost shattered!
Xuan Ji groaned, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he staggered backward.
The Blood Moon Slash was just a prelude. Meng Wan's attack fell on Xuan Ji like a torrential rain.
Xuan Ji instinctively wanted to resist, but he couldn't muster the slightest desire to fight.
Soon, large areas of wounds appeared on his body.
Seeing this, a gleam of brilliance flashed in Meng Wan's eyes, and she immediately activated the Blood Demon Heavenly Evil Technique to absorb and refine the essence and blood in Xuan Ji's body.
Xuan Ji's face turned pale in an instant, his body shrank rapidly, and he was about to die.
At this moment, something strange happened.
A terrifying pressure burst out from the depths of Xuan Ji's soul, and golden light shot up into the sky, instantly knocking Meng Wan away!
Feeling the terrifying aura contained in this pressure, Meng Wan's expression changed slightly.
She had heard before that the Buddhist disciples of Xuanhu Temple had high-ranking monks to protect them, and now it seemed that this was indeed the case.
It seems that it will be difficult to kill Xuan Ji today.
Meng Wan frowned slightly, and made a decision in an instant.
She raised her hand and reached for the Buddhist beads on Xuan Ji's hand. After forcibly snatching the constantly buzzing beads, she turned around and fled without any more fighting.
After Meng Wan left, the pressure and golden light that erupted from Xuan Ji seemed to have lost its target and gradually dissipated.
Xuan Ji collapsed to the ground, his eyes closed, his cheekbones deeply sunken, and his breath barely fading.
At this moment, a beam of light descended from the sky, and a Buddhist cultivator wearing a cassock and with a dignified face appeared beside Xuan Ji.
He was the elder of Xuanhu Temple, Xuanji's uncle, and his Buddhist name was "Yuanci".
Seeing Xuan Ji seriously injured and unconscious, his moon-white monk robe dyed red, Yuanci's face changed drastically. He helped Xuan Ji up and checked his injuries.
He discovered that most of Xuan Ji's blood and essence had been lost, and his soul was damaged. If it were not for the protection of the golden relic, he would have died long ago.
"Who on earth dared to attack me, a Buddhist disciple of Xuanhu Temple, so cruelly!"
A flash of anger flashed in Yuanci's eyes, and a powerful pressure emanated from him, shaking the surrounding trees.
He quickly took out a golden pill from the storage magic tool, stuffed it into Xuan Ji's mouth, and used his spiritual power to heal him.
The pill melted in his mouth, turning into a warm current flowing through Xuan Ji's body. His pale face gradually regained a hint of color, and his weak breath gradually stabilized.
After a moment, Xuan Ji slowly opened his eyes. After seeing the person in front of him clearly, his throat moved slightly.
"Uncle Master..."
"Master Xuanji, how do you feel? Who hurt you?"
Yuanci asked with concern, her eyes full of worry.
Xuan Ji fell silent, and suddenly he remembered the little monks who could be seen everywhere in Xuanhu Temple.
They do the hardest and most tiring work, get the least spirit stones, and their cultivation level is only at the Qi Refining Stage.
Often, among dozens or even hundreds of young novice monks, only one can successfully build a foundation and become a true disciple of Xuanhu Temple.
If he were not gifted and born with Buddha nature, how would he be different from those young novices at the bottom of society?
Seeing Xuan Ji was silent for a long time, Yuan Ci's expression of concern became more and more intense.
"Nephew, what happened to you? Did you encounter any difficult problems?"
Xuan Ji took a deep breath and said slowly, "Today, I encountered a demon cultivator with deep karma. I wanted to convert him, but unexpectedly, she...she used illusions to confuse my mind."
He told Yuanci everything he saw and heard in the illusion, as well as all his experiences and difficulties.
After listening to Xuan Ji's story, Yuanci was secretly shocked.
A blood cultivator in the foundation-building stage could actually use illusions to disrupt the mind of a Buddhist disciple in Xuanhu Temple!
When did this Xuanyin Sect produce such a person?
Because Buddhism restrains magic, the Buddhist disciples of Xuanhu Temple have always been able to suppress the Holy Son of Xuanyin Sect.
However, there is only one Buddhist disciple in each generation of Xuanhu Temple, while there are seven holy sons in Xuanyin Sect. Therefore, Xuanhu Temple is still in a weak position when facing the entire Xuanyin Sect.
Yuanci pondered for a moment, a trace of solemnity flashing in his eyes.
Buddhism is compassionate and saves all living beings, but not all living beings in this world can be influenced by it.
The evil cultivators of the Xuanyin Sect even regard killing as their way, which runs counter to the Buddhist philosophy.
Yuanci took a deep breath and said slowly, "Master, that demon cultivator has an evil heart and deep karma. It is not something that the Buddha can easily convert.
You are gifted and intelligent, and you have a deep understanding of Buddhism. Why do you cling to this? There are so many suffering people in the world who need salvation..."
Before Yuanci could finish his words, he was interrupted by Xuanji.
"Uncle Master, Buddhism says: If I don't go to hell, who will? As a Buddhist, I have vowed to save sentient beings my entire life. How can I retreat when I encounter difficulties?
If everything is like this, how can my heart of the Tao be as firm as a rock and how can I walk long on the Tao?"
Xuan Ji's tone was firm and unquestionable.
Upon hearing this, Yuanci sighed inwardly and continued to persuade.
"Nephew, you must know that in this world, not everything can go as you wish. When your strength is insufficient, lying dormant and retreating is a better option."
"But the disciple is unwilling to retreat."
Xuan Ji struggled for a long time, but finally obeyed his inner thoughts and said stubbornly.
"If you retreat once, there will be a second time, a third time, and in the end there will be no more room for retreat, no way out!
"The Buddha is compassionate and saves all living beings. He is committed to saving all living beings in this world. If he cannot even save a mere demon cultivator, how can he save all living beings?"
Yuanci was silent.
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