He is a pure-blooded dragon in the miniature garden.

Chapter 272 What should I do if I accidentally hit Buddha?
Why did you kill them?

Beneath the lotus throne, watching the Buddha weep blood and the Bodhisattva die a violent death, Rahula glared at Su Nian with burning rage and questioned her.

"Is this what you're talking about?"

Su Nian casually grabbed a cassock, wiped the blood off her hands, and said calmly.

"Of course we're here for revenge!"

At this point, Su Nian squatted down in front of Luo Houluo and looked at him with a grin.

"Who told you your father is that big monk? I can't lay a hand on you, so I can only lay a hand on those demons and monsters."

"While I'm at it, I'll also vanquish demons and monsters, fulfilling my duty as a leader of my social class."

"You call this revenge? You call this fulfilling your duty?"

Luo Houluo was quite angry at Su Nian's words.

"Is not it?"

Su Nian stared at Luo Houluo with her dark eyes.

"They recklessly broke through the barriers between heaven and earth, attacked my Flame City, and nearly caused the great sin of the lower levels to collapse."

"Don't tell me you still believe your Buddhist sect is innocent?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Houluo fell silent.

Is Buddhism innocent? No one knows better than him why Buddhism has fallen into this predicament.

All of this was to pave the way for him to obtain the spiritual status of Mara and attain the two-digit number; it all started because of him.

If he hadn't coveted the merits gained from wreaking havoc on the lower classes, and hadn't pursued Mara's spiritual status... perhaps none of this would have happened.

Looking at the bodhisattvas who had been blasted into dust by Su Nian, and at the Buddhas lying dead in the hall, he thought about everything from the past.

I recalled the compliments from the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, and the expectant eyes of the Buddhist disciples.

He also thought of himself, and of the Buddha behind him who tacitly approved of his actions.

He also thought of himself, who had barely reached the legendary three-digit realm after consuming so many Buddhist resources.

Silently, just as Su Nian was about to turn around and continue enjoying the battle, he raised his head and stared at Su Nian's back, as if he had made up his mind.

In that instant, he shouted at Su Nian.

“One person does the work and the other takes responsibility!”

"I gave the order to breach the lower levels, and I carried it out; it has nothing to do with them."

“They fell into demonic ways and went down the path of demons because I needed these achievements to become Mara.”

"This all started because of me, so come at me with whatever you want!!"

"Please, I beg you, let them go!!"

For a moment, Su Nian paused, turned her head to look at Luo Houluo, and slightly curled her lips.

The main hall fell silent at this moment. Whether they were preparing to escape, waiting to die, or bravely facing death, all eyes were now focused on Su Nian.

They hoped that Su Nian would agree, so that they might be able to save their lives.

He just looked at the wicked smile on Su Nian's face.

"Sorry, I refuse. I wouldn't dare lay a hand on you. What if that great monk comes after me?"

"And you don't actually think you're the leader of this Buddhist sect, do you?"

Su Nian couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh, and then casually grabbed the neck of some kind of Buddha statue.

"Tell our naive prince, what exactly is his position in your Buddhist grand plan?"

“A lucky guy of noble birth… cough cough, if he weren’t the Buddha’s own son… how could he have gotten the position of Mara?”

The Buddha was being choked by Su Nian and was barely able to speak, but because he was on the verge of death, he was able to boldly express his jealousy.

"And he was a... good-for-nothing. All his achievements in wreaking havoc on Buddhism for so many years only made him a three-digit... legend."

"But this is... not bad either. At least trash is easy to defeat, isn't it? A piece of trash like Bo Xun will surely gain a lot of merit, right?"

"Hahaha, don't you even think about why you're the only one who would walk the path of Moro... cough cough!!"

Then, Su Nian cheerfully snapped the neck of the unknown Buddha and looked at Rahula.

"How are you feeling, Your Highness? How is this grand plan for Buddhism going?"

Luo Houlu remained silent and did not answer.

Perhaps he had realized this long ago, or perhaps he had been deceiving himself all along.

He was well aware of his own abilities. Without his own status, three digits would be the absolute maximum... or even less.

However, the direct malice and the countless Buddhas' hateful gazes still made him somewhat uncomfortable.

They were just planning this together yesterday, especially the one whose neck Su Nian had just grabbed, who praised his idea.

Was it that they couldn't think of it? No, it's just that they couldn't take responsibility.

"Ha... So I've always been a puppet."

In a sense, Rahula and Shakyamuni were indeed father and son; one was bound to the altar by Buddhism and forced to become the public leader of Buddhism.

The other was raised like a pig, completely treated as a puppet.

Su Nian shook his head helplessly, ignoring the guy who had escaped from the Great Thunderclap Temple. He had killed for so long that he was pretty much done killing.

"Fine, let's give the head monk some face and kill all the fake Buddhas in this main hall."

Su Nian twisted his neck and said, and the next moment his movements became even faster, even surpassing time.

And just then, click.

A crack appeared on the enormous golden body of the Buddha in the main seat.

With a crackling sound, the golden Buddha statue began to shatter. With a loud bang, a hand pierced through the golden body, emerged from within, grabbed the edge, and tore it apart forcefully.

With a deafening crash, the golden statue collapsed.

A robust young man with striking features, a cinnabar dot between his brows, and a face so memorable yet easily forgotten, stepped out and stood before Luo Houluo, looking down at him.

Shakyamuni reached out and touched Rahula's head, his eyes filled with a hint of compassion.

"Oh? There's another one?"

Su Nian raised an eyebrow in surprise, looking at the unknown monk, but he wasn't too surprised.

After all, there are so many monks in the Great Thunder Temple, how could he possibly know every single one of them?
Moreover, having just enjoyed the killing spree, he hadn't paid any attention to the movements of the Great Thunderclap Temple.

"Forget it, I'll apologize to the monk after I've cleaned this up. Anyway, I've vented enough."

Su Nian glanced at the Great Thunderclap Temple, which he had wrecked, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Then he walked straight toward Shakyamuni, who had just been freed from his predicament.

At this moment, the countless gods and Buddhas watching the battle in the miniature garden fell silent. They stared in disbelief at Su Nian, who was grinning as he walked toward Shakyamuni, their lips twitching slightly.

"Kurima, is your son really that brave? Seeing the great monk escape, he still doesn't back down?"

"This Su Nian is truly the greatest warrior of the Little Garden."

"Good lad, I underestimated you. Su Nian is no slouch!!"

"..."

This time, not only Kurima, but almost all the gods and Buddhas in the Little Garden were terrified.

She's really fearless, like a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger. Su Nian is a bit too reckless.

At this very moment, someone was already trying to communicate with Su Nian telepathically, telling her who it was. However, for some unknown reason, the communication seemed to be blocked and failed.

"Oh, you're not scared at all? You even dare to walk towards me?"

Looking at the monk, Su Nian couldn't help but give him a thumbs-up in praise of his courage, and then suddenly swung her fist. Boom—!

The fist was caught and held firmly in the palm of the hand.

"Not bad, I admit you are the strongest among all the Buddhists present."

Su Nian's face showed a hint of surprise; this was the first person in the Buddhist sect who could withstand his punch.

This Buddhist sect is indeed full of hidden talents; they even have a three-digit exceptional talent who came from who-knows-where.

"This is more interesting. Torture is too boring."

As he spoke, Su Nian flicked his hand, and a sword gleaming with cold light appeared in his hand. This was the weapon transformed from the Sun Sovereign Dragon, which could greatly amplify one's spiritual power.

The monk raised his hand, and a vajra appeared in his palm.

The next moment! !

Dang, Dang, Dang! ! !
In the blink of an eye, countless battles have already taken place.

Then, a vajra appeared behind Su Nian's head at some unknown time.

"Effect before cause? That's interesting."

Su Nian's lips curled up slightly, and then endless cold air emanated from his body, freezing everything.

"But I refuse to put the effect before the cause; cause and effect should proceed from cause to effect, completing the normal closed loop!"

Anchoring to cause and effect, remembering everything, completing the closed loop—this is [memory]!

Sometimes, the sword wound precedes the flash of the sword!

Then Su Nian swung her sword, and a white mark appeared on the monk's body, which was then healed by golden light.

"It's a bit hard."

Su Nian's lips twitched slightly, and a hint of retreat arose in her heart.

This guy is a tough nut to crack, and he's also a causal manipulator. If I didn't have the pseudonym Fu Li, I would have been played to death long ago.

The microcosm ignores all fancy mechanisms; it only ignores itself.

However, the power of that vajra was somewhat unbearable for Su Nian. Just fighting against it made him feel numb.

What kind of monster is this? Even with my own body strength burning with my inner power, I feel like I can't compare to it.

Su Nian wiped the cold sweat from her forehead without making a sound.

"Fine, I won't bully you anymore. You have to take this move from me, and then you'll win, okay?"

After the sword and the vajra clashed, Su Nian and the monk both took a step back.

"Oh? Then come on."

The monk smiled slightly, deciding not to bully Su Nian and to accept her move.

"Pseudo-narrative layer attack—a predetermined death!!"

In an instant, Su Nian constructed a fictional worldline.

My next punch will kill the person in front of me...

'Can't continue writing? Am I still not mature enough?'

Su Nian wasn't too surprised, after all, this was a move he had only developed not long ago.

Using the simulated star chart and the virtual star Tai Sui, a fictional universe is created, and then a fictional world line is constructed. It is then anchored with the authority of [Intelligence], locked in causality with [Memory], and finally made real with [Immortality] or [Existence], thus overwriting the current world line.

These powers, combined with the simulated star map, allow Su Nian to alter reality as easily as revising a novel, hence he named it "Pseudo-Narrative Layer Strike".

However, this was just Su Nian's idea, and this was the first time he had used it.

'Since I can't kill him, I'll just have to beat him up.'

After a moment's thought, Su Nian immediately revised the fictional content.

I will knock this monk to the ground and give him a good beating.

The next moment, Su Nian swept her leg and knocked him to the ground, then her fists, like pear blossoms in the rain, landed on his head.

"You're not bad, so I'll spare your life this time."

Su Nian clapped her hands in a mock manner, then put her hands behind her back and slowly began to treat the injury on her hands.

This guy's head is really hard.

My finger is broken.

At this moment, however, the void above the miniature garden fell completely silent.

"What just happened? Brahma, did you see it clearly?"

"It seems the head monk was subdued and then beaten up?"

"Isn't His golden body impervious to all magic?"

"Who should I ask if you ask me?"

Su Nian: Brother Xiaoyu Shenli, go talk to Chaoshen if you have anything to say!

……

Just then, feeling he had had enough of the commotion, Su Nian curiously looked around at the Great Thunderclap Temple, which he had reduced to ruins, and scratched his head.

"How strange! Where is the senior monk? Isn't he sitting on the lotus platform?"

In an instant, Su Nian seemed to realize something. She casually wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, walked to Luo Houluo's side, hooked her arm around his neck, and said with a grin.

"By the way, Luo Houluo, have you seen your father? I'm going to apologize to him."

Luo Houluo didn't speak, but stiffly turned his head to look at the monk who had just been beaten up by Su Nian.

"This is the senior monk?"

Luo Houluo nodded mechanically.

At this moment, Su Nian only had two words in her mind—It's over!

What should I do if I get carried away and accidentally beat up Buddha?
I need help urgently, but is there anyone who can help me?

At this moment, Su Nian looked at the monk, unsure whether to approach him or just stand there and watch.

However, it was clear that the great monk did not care about Su Nian's offense to Him, or rather, His gaze toward Su Nian carried a hint of affection.

It also carries a sense of envy for the neighbor's child who has grown up and been admitted to a prestigious university, and a feeling of disappointment and frustration at one's own child's lack of ambition.

At this moment, Shakyamuni sat down next to the dazed Rahula and sighed.

"You know you're wrong?"

"I know I was wrong."

Luo Houluo said with a bitter expression, "I really know I was wrong."

As he spoke, Shakyamuni waved his hand, and the Six Paths of Reincarnation appeared in his hand. Rahula transformed into a ray of light and poured into it.

"Now that you know you're wrong, try to make amends."

"I feel like this is still letting this guy off too easily."

Su Nian muttered to herself in a low voice.

"So what do you want to do?"

At this moment, Shakyamuni asked curiously.

"If you can't raise a son, then raise a daughter; if you can't be a father, then try being a mother, how about that?"

Upon hearing this, Shakyamuni fell into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)