Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 213 is a reversal of cause and effect, and is nauseating.

"Amitabha Buddha, sowing evil seeds will reap evil fruit."

Pu Hong clasped his hands together in prayer:

"Sin, sin!"

The boy in the yellow shirt sneered:

"Didn't the old monk Puzhi tell you that Zhang Xiaofan is stubborn, innately obstinate, and patient and keeps his promises?"

“He will not reveal what he has promised, so nothing will be exposed, thus preserving the reputation of Tianyin Temple.”

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions changed slightly, but most people still looked confused.

"Recently, I have often thought that if I were to reveal that I know the Great Brahma Prajna and the Blood-Devouring Pearl, the supreme treasure of the Demonic Sect, it would surely bring together the three major righteous sects, where I would be questioned by you all."

"And I should just grit my teeth and keep quiet."

Zhuang Buran emphasized:
"Just as I said back then, I'd rather die than tell."

His gaze fell upon the monks of Tianyin Temple:
"I wonder if the monks, who are always compassionate, will just stand by and watch me get beaten to death, or will they just offer some words of advice and then stand by and watch?"

"Actually, I can understand it very well. Killing a Qingyun Sect disciple unjustly can eliminate the possibility of the Great Brahma Prajna being leaked and preserve its reputation for a thousand years. Why not do it?"

When everyone heard that the young man in yellow robes knew the "Great Brahma Prajna," the source of all the profound and wondrous techniques of Tianyin Temple, and also possessed the Blood-Devouring Pearl, a supreme treasure of the Demonic Sect, their faces showed great surprise.

“Amitabha, Benefactor Zhang has a deep misunderstanding of our temple.”

Pu Hong gave a wry smile and said:
“Faxiang, there’s no need to hide it anymore. Tell us everything. It was my junior brother who made the mistake back then.”

The monk's expression was bitter:

"The murderer who killed the entire village of Caomiao at the foot of Qingyun Mountain was my third uncle, Master Puzhi, who was one of the four great monks."

These words were like a boulder thrown into a calm sea, stirring up huge waves. The expressions of those present were extremely complicated, while Lin Jingyu stood there in a daze.

Then Faxiang continued:

"Uncle-Master Puzhi is determined to achieve immortality. In the world today, Buddhism, Taoism, and the three religions are the most prosperous and have the highest and deepest attainments in magic. Among them, the Taoist magic is profound and mysterious, and it and Buddhism each have their own territory."

"If we can study together, we will surely be able to unravel the mystery of life and death and untie the knot of eternal life and death."

Upon hearing this, Dao Xuan Zhenren pondered for a moment and said:
"No wonder Puzhi came to Qingyun several times in the past few years."

The Dharma image nodded:

"Because he was politely refused by the sect leader each time, on his last trip down Qingyun Mountain, while spending the night in Caomiao Village, he encountered a man in black."

"This man in black seems to want to kidnap Junior Brother Lin Jingyu, but in reality he wants to deal with Uncle Puzhi and seize the Blood-Devouring Bead, an evil object that he suppressed with Buddhist teachings."

"During this time, he hid the most poisonous creature in the world, the Seven-Tailed Centipede, on Junior Brother Lin's body, and used it to bite Uncle Puzhi. Then he used the Qingyun Sect's 'Divine Sword Thunder Control True Technique', eventually forcing him to the brink of death."

"Then Uncle Puzhi met Junior Brother Zhang. Knowing that he was going to die, but unwilling to let his life's great wish go unfulfilled, he suddenly had a brilliant idea to pass on the supreme true teachings of Tianyin Temple to one person and then have that person become a disciple of Qingyun."

"As long as he possesses the knowledge of both schools, he will surely be able to break through the mystery of immortality that has existed for thousands of years."

Immediately, all eyes in the room fell on the young man in yellow. "The reason why the Venerable Master Puzhi passed on the Great Brahma Prajna to me instead of Jingyu is probably because he felt that Jingyu's aptitude was too good and too conspicuous."

Faxiang hurriedly said:
“Junior Brother Zhang, it’s not entirely like that. Uncle Puzhi also gave you the Great Brahma Prajna, which he had never passed on to outsiders for thousands of years, because he genuinely liked your simple and honest heart. He also gave you the Blood-Devouring Pearl.”

"To reverse cause and effect is nauseating."

Zhuang Buran calmly said:

“The Venerable Master Puzhi passed on the Great Brahma Prajna to me, simply because of his own obsession. He also gave me the Blood-Devouring Pearl, fearing that the man in black would return.”

"As for your point about being simple-minded, he just felt that my personality would be better able to help him achieve his unfulfilled vision."

"I think what happened next was that this so-called divine monk, who could not get rid of the three poisons of greed, anger and ignorance, had long been corrupted by the evil power of the Blood-Devouring Bead without even realizing it."

"Suddenly, a wicked thought popped into my mind. I thought, how could a mediocre village child like me possibly be accepted into the Qingyun Sect? So I wanted to kill all the villagers of Caomiao Village. I thought the Qingyun Sect would surely take me in because of my orphan status."

After hearing this, Lin Jingyu finally reached the point of no return. He glared at Faxiang with fury and drew his sword to slash at him.

The Taoist Cangsong intervened in time, ordering Qi Hao to keep an eye on Lin Jingyu. Even so, Lin Jingyu continued to struggle, tears streaming down his face, and shouting frantically:

"I'm going to kill you all, kill you all!"

Led by Puhong and Pukong, all the monks at Tianyin Temple bowed their heads, their faces filled with shame, and chanted Buddhist mantras in hushed tones.

Daoist Cangsong looked solemnly at the Dharma Image and said:
"Didn't you say that Puzhi was already on his deathbed? How could Tianyin Temple know the details?"

"Uncle Puzhi once befriended an extraordinary person and obtained a rare medicine called the Three-Day Death Pill."

"After taking this medicine, no matter how serious the injury, the body's full potential can be stimulated within three days to save the life. However, after three days, even if the injury is healed, death is inevitable."

He then rushed back to Tianyin Temple within three days and recounted the whole story.

Faxiang paused, then said with deep apology:

"Junior Brother Lin, please take care of yourself. Let bygones be bygones; there's still a long road ahead."

"Just like that?" Daoist Cangsong sneered.
"Now the cause and effect are clear. No matter how you look at it, the culprit is Puzhi. If it weren't for his deep-seated obsession, how could Caomiao Village have been massacred?"

"Even mortals know the principle of 'a life for a life' and 'debts must be repaid.' Do you think that by opening your big mouths, you can erase all the sins you've committed?"

He grew angrier as he spoke, and quickly walked to Dao Xuan Zhenren's side, leaning forward as if to discuss something.

Dao Xuan Zhenren suddenly trembled all over, and a tingling sensation immediately spread throughout his body. He felt dizzy, lightheaded, and breathless.

A sinister look appeared on Cangsong Daoren's cold and stern face. When he saw Daoxuan Zhenren being bitten by the strange creature that crawled out of his sleeve, he took advantage of the moment when Daoxuan Zhenren was trying to calm his mind and suppress the poison in his body to make a sudden move.

With a loud "boom," one person remained standing in place, while the other was thrown to the entrance of the Jade Purity Hall.

Before anyone could react, Dao Xuan Zhenren's right hand trembled, black blood flowed from the wound on his finger, and a shocking black aura surged forth. Even his abdomen was soaked with scarlet blood.

A trace of blood trickled from the corner of Cangsong Daoren's mouth. He held a short sword that was as clear as water, and drops of bright red blood dripped from the blade onto the ground.

On his robe was a strange centipede the size of a palm, with seven forked tails, clearly a seven-tailed centipede.

(End of this chapter)