Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 256 Xiao Zizai, can you hold on?
"Since you insist on stopping me, Master, then please don't blame me for being rude. I've heard that you've already lost all your cultivation. Do you really think you can stop me with just a few dozen martial monks?"

Before he finished speaking, Qingmu Cangfang's aura surged, and his monk's robe billowed.

A powerful aura, both chilling and oppressive, yet carrying the meaning of salvation, soared into the sky.

Behind him, a dense golden aura surged and condensed, transforming into a massive Dharma image that was both majestic and imbued with a hint of ghostly energy—the Dharma image of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!

It was forged by the power of the wishes of all living beings, coupled with the dense ghostly energy.

As is well known, Japanese funerals have a very famous characteristic: they are inseparable from temples. It can be said that temples completely monopolize the funeral industry in Japan.

As the saying goes, those near the water get the moon first, so the monastic traditions in Japan, in addition to utilizing the power of the people's wishes, also borrow from ghost energy.

This Ksitigarbha statue, with its lowered brows and eyes, reveals not compassion, but a domineering and greedy desire to save all living beings and forcibly take everything!
"Let this humble monk, 'Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva of the Underworld,' experience the extraordinary skills of Lingyin Temple!"

Aoki Zangfang snorted coldly, controlling the Ksitigarbha Dharma image, raising its huge palm, wrapped in rolling black energy, and pressing down fiercely on Master Jiekong and the group of martial monks.

Wherever the palm strike passed, the grass and trees withered, and the air seemed to groan!

Faced with this terrifying attack, Master Jiekong remained calm, only sighing softly and saying in a low voice, "Baojing, why don't you try to persuade this monk?"

Just as the enormous hand of the Netherworld Guardian was about to fall, a figure flashed out from behind the group of monks and stood in front of Master Jiekong.

The person who arrived was none other than Xiao Zizai.

He pushed up his glasses, his gaze behind the lenses calm and even, but beneath that calm, it seemed as if there were undercurrents surging.

Faced with the terrifying Ksitigarbha Dharma Palm carrying rolling black energy, Xiao Zizai did not retreat. Instead, he crossed his arms in front of him, and his body suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden Buddhist light.

“Om Mani Padme Hum”

The six-syllable mantra of Avalokiteshvara was uttered from his mouth like a resounding bell. Golden light condensed, transforming into a solid and heavy golden bell shaped like Qi, forcefully resisting the enormous nether hand.

"boom--!!!"

The two forces collided violently, creating a shockwave that churned up dust and fallen leaves. The golden bell trembled violently, but ultimately did not shatter, steadily protecting everyone behind it.

Xiao Zizai's figure swayed slightly, and the bluestone ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, but he still stood firmly. However, behind his glasses, streaks of scarlet blood vessels quietly crept into his eyes.

"Oh?"

When Qingmu Cangfang's attack was blocked, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. Then, he stared intently at Xiao Zizai, as if he had discovered some rare treasure.

"Such refined Buddhist cultivation, such profound Qi cultivation! What's even more remarkable is the killing intent hidden beneath the Buddhist light, almost solidified into a tangible form!"

His greed intensified, like a shark that had caught the scent of blood.

"Such intense Asura karma, such a perfect embryo of Asura karma! Master Jiekong, you are wasting such a talent! Such a gifted person, and you actually made him forcibly suppress his murderous intent and walk that corrupt path of observance of precepts?"

Xiao Zizai remained silent, only slowly adjusting his breathing. The golden light around him intensified, but his scarlet eyes became even more prominent, creating a strange and intense contrast with his solemn Buddhist cultivation technique.

"brat."

Aoki Zangfang's voice carried a bewitching magic, directly reaching Xiao Zizai's ears. "Do you feel the beast within you growing increasingly restless? Do you feel that only killing and bloodshed can bring you a moment of peace and freedom?"

"Suppression is useless; it's your nature, the source of your power! Follow me, and I can give you true liberation, teach you the supreme art of slaughter, and let you unleash this innate karmic fire!"

"At that time, your strength and spiritual realm will increase at an unimaginable speed, and you will enjoy true freedom and bliss!"

As the monk spoke, he recited a sutra.

"Killing is for the sake of protecting life, cutting off karma is not killing people; anger is enlightenment, crossing the sea of ​​blood is a compassionate journey; seeing the emptiness of the five aggregates, one is free from the demon king of heaven..."

This seemingly plausible scripture, a blend of Buddhist terminology and heretical concepts, combined with primordial Qi, sounds like Sanskrit chants, each word stirring the most primal desires for killing and destructive impulses in people's hearts.

A chilling and restless aura then spread out, attempting to invade Xiao Zizai's mind.

A burst of golden light rippled around Xiao Zizai, and the scarlet behind his glasses suddenly intensified, as if a sea of ​​blood was churning within it.

"You heretics! Cease your nonsense and disturb my disciple's mind!"

Master Jiekong roared, his voice like a lion's roar in Buddhism, shaking people to their core: "To have murderous intent but not be able to control it, and to let it run rampant, that is to truly fall into the endless demonic path. To uphold the precepts and cultivate oneself, and to use the Dharma to resolve one's violent tendencies, is the right path!"

However, Master Jiekong's cultivation was ultimately destroyed, and his former Buddhist lion's roar no longer had the power to restore people's minds.

Aoki Zangfang grinned maliciously: "Whether he is a demon or not, we will know after a test. This child is destined to be my disciple and inherit my supreme method of killing to save others from calamity!"

Master Jiekong looked at Xiao Zizai with concern. This time, it was Xiao Zizai who took the initiative to return to Lingyin Temple to guard it, which could be considered as a kind of "atonement".

Master Jiekong hesitated for a few moments, but finally agreed.

I never expected that this heretical monk would possess such bewitching and manipulative scripture techniques; I wonder where he obtained them from.

The crimson in Xiao Zizai's eyes grew increasingly intense, almost overflowing his eyes. His originally peaceful face twisted slightly, revealing a look that was both pleasurable and painful.

"Yes, that's right, this is the real you!"

Aoki Zangfang's voice was like a demonic chant, filled with inflammatory fervor: "Why pretend to be a compassionate Buddha? Killing is for the sake of protecting life, cutting karma is not about killing people, using killing to stop killing is the true essence of saving the world! Your Buddhism, your power, should be born for this!"

Upon seeing this, Master Jiekong frowned, stepped forward, and said loudly, "Baojing! Demons arise from the mind and are also destroyed by the mind! External demons are easy to subdue, but internal demons are difficult to overcome! Do not listen to heretical words and lose your composure!"

"Greed, anger, ignorance, pride, and doubt—these five poisons are all illusory! You have cultivated for many years; you should know that all afflictions and karmic obstacles are originally empty and still! Do not lose sight of your true nature!"

Master Jiekong's voice, like a morning bell and evening drum, struck Xiao Zizai's chaotic mind.

He struggled, his facial muscles contorted, torn between the alluring temptations of indulgence and power, and the years of teachings from his master and the bottom line of his heart.

“No, that’s not right…”

Xiao Zizai forced out the words through clenched teeth, clutching his head tightly with both hands, seemingly resisting the onslaught of two completely different thoughts: "Kill... Protect life... No... Master... I..."

He suddenly looked up and stared at Aoki Kurō with murderous intent in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)