Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 179, Chapter 178: Killing is for the sake of protecting life; severing karma is not the same as killing a person.
At Hongfu Temple, a grand assembly for the unhindered is being held.

The term "unobstructed" means "without barriers," indicating that the Dharma assembly has no threshold, and monks and laypeople, noble and lowly, good and evil can all participate, widely distributing Dharma teachings and wealth.

Besides almsgiving, there were also debates among monks. For example, the Tripitaka Master of the Yogacara school once held an unobstructed assembly in Kanauj, attended by eighteen kings, to expound the true meaning of Mahayana Buddhism, which no one could refute.

Originally intended to embody the equality of all beings, the Buddha's compassion, and the widespread dissemination of the Dharma, this grand assembly at Hongfu Temple was exactly as the literal meaning suggested.

Dozens of strong, muscular monks, all shirtless, formed a circle.

Inside this large circle, there were a dozen or so women dressed in light gauze, their skin partially obscured, dancing rather clumsily.

Their movements weren't very fluid, and there wasn't a trace of a smile on their faces, but they dared not pause for even a moment in their dance.

A dozen or so women formed a small circle, inside which a middle-aged monk, his expression one of pain and struggle, knelt.

The monk had a square face, and his eyes were filled with anger and barely suppressed lust. He glared at a round-faced monk in a kasaya behind the warrior monks.

"Zhixin, you devil! The abbot took you in out of kindness, but you repaid kindness with enmity!"

"It's not enough that you've harmed people; you've also gathered scoundrels, preyed on the villagers, and indulged in debauchery in broad daylight. You will surely go to hell!"

Elder Zhixin, with his round face and kind features, smiled upon hearing this, clasped his hands together, and chanted a Buddhist prayer.

When he moved his hands, the robe on his body tugged, revealing his bare, naked skin underneath.

This person was actually naked and wearing a cassock.

"Elder Zhijian, you look like a beast in heat right now, and you still have the leisure to care about my affairs after death?"

"This is an aphrodisiac made from a mixture of demon blood and monster blood. Why are you putting yourself through so much hardship?"

"Relax your taut string, surrender everything to the desires in your heart, and naturally you will find peace. Isn't this a convenient method? Moreover, it's faster and more effective than meditating and chanting scriptures every day."

"My lies are deceiving the public!"

Elder Zhijian groaned in pain, tightly closing his eyes, not daring to look at Zhixin, much less at the women around him.

The regret in my heart was like a tide, and the scenes from the past six months were still vivid in my mind.

Zhixin was originally a wandering monk who happened to arrive at Hongfu Temple in Gu County.

The other party was well-versed in Buddhist principles and had a pleasant conversation with the abbot, gradually gaining the trust of the people in the temple.

However, it wasn't long before the man revealed his fangs.

The strength he originally displayed was only at the Lesser Completion of the Yellow Court Realm, comparable to that of the abbot.

But on that day, the other party suddenly attacked and killed people, and he was clearly at the Great Perfection of the Yellow Court realm. He launched an attack in an instant, and several elders in the courtyard were caught off guard and were all successfully ambushed by him.

Zhijian wanted to ask the county government for help, but he was only a beginner in the Huangting school of Buddhism. He was intercepted by Zhixin on the way, beaten half to death, and dragged back to the temple.

When the magistrate of Gu County discovered that Hongfu Temple had a new owner whose cultivation was even higher than the previous one, he naturally dared not provoke him.

After Zhixin took the initiative to escort the tax grain into the city, the county government turned a blind eye and allowed Zhixin to cause trouble in the city.

As the days went by, almost all the warrior monks in Hongfu Temple were now hooligans and ruffians recruited by Zhixin.

These people are ignorant of Buddhism, wear stags, and chant about hellish retribution to deceive the people. They bully men and women everywhere, incurring the wrath of heaven and the resentment of the people.

Elder Zhijian saw this, but he was powerless to do anything about the long-term poisoning that had weakened his body.

Those who were originally unwilling to collude with Zhixin were either relegated to menial tasks, toiling away every day and having no time to practice their skills.

Otherwise, he will end up like him now, falling into depravity in one uninhibited gathering after another.

Zhijian knew perfectly well that Zhixin had already taken control of Hongfu Temple, and that this whole affair was merely a ploy to humiliate him and manipulate people's hearts.
Even the stubborn Zhijian eventually fell into depravity, so what wrong have you, who follow me, done?
Indulging in desires and achieving clarity of mind—that is the Dharma!

"Zhixin, you beast, I will never let you succeed."

With a resolute heart, Zhijian dispersed the last bit of true energy he had used to suppress the poison, and used it to bless his feet.

A figure soared through the air, a dozen women screamed, and a pair of hands emitting a faint glow of true energy kept enlarging in front of Zhixin's eyes, behind which were a pair of eyes with rapidly increasing blood vessels.

“The fish is dead and the net is broken?”

Zhi Xin chuckled, flicked his finger, and the pale golden true energy instantly transformed into the shape of a finger, colliding with Zhi Jian's palms and producing a resounding bell-like sound.

"puff!"

Zhijian spat out blood and flew backward to the ground. After losing his last bit of true energy, the aphrodisiac and poison in his body spread rapidly, eroding his remaining sanity.

However, he had already exerted all his strength in that attack, and the aftershocks of the fight broke several of his bones.

At least he no longer has the energy to harm others.

"Rotten wood cannot be carved. I came with good intentions to enlighten you, but you mistook me for Mara."

Zhixin seemed somewhat troubled, looking at the dozen or so women in front of him:
"And you? Do you also see me as a demon king?"

The women turned pale and knelt down, crying out that they dared not.

Seeing this, Zhixin finally smiled.

“In that case, you will take turns coming forward so that I can perform the initiation.”

“If you think about it carefully, you'll realize that most people don't have the opportunity to experience Buddhism in this way.”

Upon hearing the words "initiation," the surrounding lewd monks grinned lewdly, and some even began to undress and preach Buddhist teachings.

But suddenly an unfamiliar voice came from the sky.

"A fake monk dares to talk about initiation?"

"Who?!"

Zhijian was startled and looked up to see a man wearing a straw hat whose face he couldn't see had appeared on the roof of the temple.

'I am a master of the Yellow Court Classic, yet I didn't even know when they arrived?'

'This person's cultivation level is no less than mine!'

As his thoughts raced, he reached out and stopped the monks beside him, his face ashen.
"What is your background, sir? It's best not to meddle in the affairs of the Buddhist community."

Li Cunxiao leaped down and went straight to Zhijian's side. He saw that the latter's eyes were bloodshot, and he was still struggling with a sliver of reason.

After all, becoming possessed by a demon is a drastic change in a martial artist's physical body after their mind has become chaotic, and there are certain thresholds to be reached.

He was now well-versed in pharmacology and could be considered a semi-doctor. He could tell that the other party had been poisoned for a long time, and his muscles, blood, and energy were exhausted. He had just fought desperately and exhausted his true energy, which had caused him injury.

Although this prevented him from falling into demonic possession, if left unattended, he would have gone to see Buddha in the Western Paradise in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

"Take a good rest."

Li Cunxiao's eyes showed more respect as he fed the other party several pills to detoxify and nourish the blood and qi.

But at that moment, a strong gust of wind struck from in front of him, causing the black veil under his hat to flutter and shake.

Looking up, he saw two huge, pale golden palm prints, spanning a distance of ten feet, flying out from Zhixin's hands!

"They're enemies, not friends, kill them first and talk later!"

Although the other party launched a sneak attack without saying a word, Li Cunxiao seemed to be able to read a few words from his ferocious expression.

With a clever move, he grabbed Zhijian on the ground with his right hand, and with a light touch, as if throwing a feather, he landed on the roof eaves.

He himself instantly leaped three zhang (approximately 10 meters), his figure as light as a peregrine falcon or dragonfly, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the dozen or so women. Amidst their exclamations of surprise, he exerted force with both hands, moving as fast as a wheel, and repeated the process, sending them all out of the courtyard.

Zhixin's face grew increasingly gloomy. The other party's attitude clearly showed that he was not taken seriously. From the moment he appeared until now, the other party had been doing things entirely on his own.

Although he didn't know its origins, he had finally managed to usurp the throne and successfully build up his own power. At this moment, he had no choice but to fight to the death.

Upon this thought, the true energy in Zhixin's meridians surged and flowed, covering his body surface and forming a large bronze-colored bell.

The next moment, the man's feet shattered the stone bricks as he crashed into Li Cunxiao against the wind. The gale seemed to make the bell tremble and vibrate, emitting a deep hum that was awe-inspiring.

"External projection of true qi? Mastery of the Yellow Court?"

When Huang Ting opens the seventh meridian, it is considered to have achieved great success. At this point, the true energy that could only protect the body can also be released outwards.

As for how far it can be from the body, that depends on the individual's cultivation level.

The palm print from the other party was about one zhang long, while the Huangting Perfection was more than three zhang long.

However, the true qi bell surrounding the opponent at this moment looks like true qi taking form, but it is actually just true qi being released outwards.

True Qi transformation is beyond the perfection of the Yellow Court, and can only be achieved by opening the eight extraordinary meridians.

That realm is where one can manipulate the form of true energy at will, as if the true energy were an extension of limbs, capable of even threading a needle.

As for someone like Zhixin, his martial arts style is what it is after he has practiced it. At most, he can adjust the output and magnitude of his power by adjusting the amount of true qi he inputs.

However, once it is used, it cannot be controlled or adjusted, and it is far from the true manifestation of true qi.

Despite the strong wind hitting his face, Li Cunxiao remained calm. He enhanced his speed with his true energy, making him even faster than before.

At the same time, he clenched his fists and, in the gaps between his dodges, approached the group of stunned monks.

With a single punch, a large hole was torn open in the abdomen of the person closest to him, and fragments of internal organs and flesh sprayed out like shotgun pellets, causing the green-skinned monk behind him to scream in fright.

"asshole!"

Zhi Xin watched helplessly as his opponent charged into the crowd under his attack. Wherever they went, red and white things shot into the sky, and the stench quickly filled the courtyard.

Even though he was furious and unleashed a golden handprint, his opponent was like a slippery eel; after dozens of breaths, he couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

But his own men had all been killed by the enemy!

"Even the Great Completion of the Yellow Court Classic is nothing more than this."

Li Cunxiao killed dozens of people, yet his body remained unstained by blood.

The way he looked at Zhixin was icy and mocking, as if he were looking at a dead man, a joke.

When Huang Ting first entered the sect, he was able to fight one-on-one with demons of the same realm.

Now that he has achieved minor mastery of the Yellow Court Technique, he is only one step away from achieving major mastery, and defeating martial artists of the same level is a piece of cake for him.

With the blessing of divine appearance and true energy, he was confident that he could handle even a person with perfected Yellow Court, let alone Zhixin who had achieved great success in Yellow Court.

"Sir, I have no grudge against you, have I? Whether you slaughter your disciples or want to save Zhijian, I have done as you wish."

"If we don't stop now, we'll have to fight to the death. Is that necessary?"

Anger surged and receded, revealing the high ground of reason, and Zhixin was now having second thoughts.

The opponent's movements were terrifying. If we really fought, I might not lose, but I couldn't even touch the hem of the opponent's clothes, so I definitely couldn't win.

Continuing this stalemate will not benefit anyone.

"Want to reconcile? Now?"

Li Cunxiao's lips curled up. "Are you joking?"

As he spoke, the fiery true energy, as red as jade, rose and burned between his fists, scorching and distorting the air.

The spinning of the fists resembled a roulette wheel, with light overlapping and refracting to reflect a landscape of mountains and sea.

The towering Mount Sumeru suppresses the four seas, and beneath the flying iron wheels, giant waves crash against the vast Jambudvipa.

The Holy King's Wheel Fist technique is exceptionally simple; regardless of whether one has reached a minor or major mastery level, it consists of only one move from beginning to end.

Just as a sage king governs the world with the one true law, without seeking strange skills or unorthodox methods, but turning the wheel of Dharma, the whole world submits to him.

The iron wheel turns!

Zhixin suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, as if he saw a majestic, godlike holy king wielding the power of land and sea, crushing him amidst a cataclysmic tsunami and earthquake.

Under the lock of this aura, he couldn't even muster the slightest thought of escaping. He could only frantically urge his true energy, and the bronze bell outside his body wove layer upon layer under the interweaving of true energy.

When his body was so dry that it felt like his meridians were about to crack, the bronze bells around him had grown to a size of three zhang (approximately 10 meters), with patterns and colors that looked almost real.

He had done everything he could to defend against that punch.

boom! ! ! !

As the fist slammed down, the terrifying bell tolled, manifesting a tangible shockwave and sonic boom that instantly spread in a circular pattern.

In an instant, all the stone bricks under Zhixin's feet flipped and flew away, and the ground seemed to sink three inches in an instant.

The surrounding wooden meditation rooms collapsed suddenly under the impact of the explosion, sending wood chips and bricks flying and exploding.

'Did you manage to defend against it?'
Blood spilled from Zhixin's mouth and nose, but before he could show any joy, in mid-air, the straw-hatted man's fists, like waterwheels in a river, began to spin faster and faster after being hit by the first current of water.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!
The continuous roar and chiming of the bells formed a line. Under Li Cunxiao's deliberate control, the power of the next few punches became more concentrated and was completely contained within a ten-foot radius around him, so that the surrounding houses were no longer affected.

With each sonic boom, Zhixin's body sank a little deeper, but no matter how much he roared, he couldn't move an inch, and even his knees were forced to kneel down by the immense force.

When Zhijian groaned and woke up from his coma, he saw Zhixin buried in the soil from the chest down, as if he had been driven into a pile.

The only exposed part of his face was bleeding from all seven orifices, and his skin was cracked. The bones in both arms were broken and pierced through the flesh, revealing the stark white bone fragments.

His disheveled appearance made it difficult for him to connect him with the cunning and cruel round-faced monk for a moment.

"Why."

Blood and foam spurted from his mouth. Zhixin seemed to be able to speak normally, but in fact, his internal organs had been shattered by the fierce bombardment just now.

Now, he was practically on his last breath, but even though he was about to die, he couldn't understand where or when he had provoked such a wicked star.
Could it be the county magistrate?
How could that be? He lent money at exorbitant interest rates and forced villagers into hard labor, and the money and grain he extracted from them were clearly more than he could have collected himself.
Could he be a friend or old acquaintance of the previous abbot?
However, before he chose to take action at Hongfu Temple, he was drawn to the fact that the temple had no powerful background, especially since it had no connection with Tiangu Temple and was far enough away.

Zhixin couldn't understand why he had put so much effort into acquiring Hongfu Temple as a place to support his own spiritual practice.

Finally, in the midst of the impending chaos, they had secured a base of operations, ready to make their mark. They had even secretly cultivated a following, preparing to seize the county town in the future.

Is it over?

By a complete stranger, someone you don't even know or have no connection with?

"There's no reason why, you just deserve to die."

Li Cunxiao looked down at the blood-stained head from his high position, his right leg gathering internal energy, and then he swung it up.

The teeth-grinding sound of bones and flesh being torn apart rang out, and the head was instantly separated from the body, with blood gushing into the sky.

But his figure had already appeared before the bewildered and shocked Elder Zhijian.

"Elder, the rest is up to you."

(End of this chapter)