Many children, many blessings: Stealing the offspring of powerful figures to cultivate immortality.

Without the support of those slender fingers, the 108 Bodhi beads, their strings severed, scattered completely on the golden surface of the water.

Before the beads, imbued with the merits of the Great Thunderclap Temple accumulated over a century, had completely sunk to the bottom, the Five Treasures, sandwiched between the two, began to convulse violently and uncontrollably.

"What's wrong with her?"

Jiang Yining spoke in a low voice.

"The laws of the divine realm retaliate."

Fan Chenxin quickly turned her head, a hint of surprise flashing in her usually calm eyes.

The dark gold law between the little girl's eyebrows exploded with a bang due to the vibration of the water.

Nine illusory fox tails tumbled wildly in the pool of merit.

The pure white lotus flowers planted by the pond were smashed to pieces by the force of the fox's tail.

A three-zhang-high golden column of water, mixed with broken branches and fallen leaves, shot straight into the sky, while water droplets crashed down upon them.

Jiang Yining had no time to pay attention to the slight warmth from the collision.

She grabbed Wu Bao by the back of the neck and pressed the little body into her arms.

A purple-gold chaotic life force flowed from her palm, continuously pouring into the outer layer of Wu Bao's divine soul.

Fan Chenxin instinctively took a step back, trying to ease the oppressive feeling emanating from that soaking wet body.

In the brief moment he retreated, the divine laws within Wu Bao's body keenly detected the retreat of the Buddha's light.

The dark golden poisonous patterns surged upwards along the ripples of the Buddhist light he had just passed through, heading straight for the sacred cinnabar between Fan Chenxin's brows.

A heavy groan escaped from Fan Chenxin's throat.

Crimson blood rolled down his pale lips.

Blood dripped onto the moon-white monk's robe, where it was stained by the golden pool water, spreading into a large patch of glaring light red.

"Master, you retreated so quickly, are you afraid I'll eat you up, or are you afraid these laws will defile your sacred Buddhist sanctuary?"

Jiang Yining protected the five treasures with one hand, her purple-gold eyes staring coldly through the mist.

Fan Chenxin raised his hand to wipe away the bloodstains from the corner of his lips; the red stain on his jade-like fingertips looked particularly eerie.

"Don't be so quick to judge, benefactor. The laws of this divine realm are already connected to this child's bloodline."

Fan Chenxin suppressed his surging blood and anger, his face turned pale, and his usually clear voice lost its composure.

"The stronger the purifying power of the Merit Pool, the fiercer the backlash of this law will be. If you continue to forcefully pour in vitality, it will only backfire."

"Do not force it."

He watched as the dark golden light began to intertwine at the bottom of the water, and his usually calm eyes finally stirred.

"The laws of the divine realm will create a vicious cycle through your obsession and the vows of my Buddhist sect. Continuing this will only cause her soul to be scattered."

The unusual changes underwater confirmed his judgment.

The originally scattered dark gold laws, aided by the purifying power of the merit pool, grew stronger in reverse, weaving into a dense, solid chain in the water.

The chains not only tightly bound Wu Bao's fragile soul, but also climbed up Jiang Yining's arm, attempting to drag the chaotic life force she released into the bottom of the pool.

The golden lotuses floating around withered all at once under this strange pull.

Fan Chenxin gripped the broken prayer beads tightly, preparing to use the Vajra Wrathful Eyes technique to forcefully intervene.

He disregarded any need to avoid suspicion and reached out to grab Jiang Yining's wrist, which was still casting a spell.

"You keep chanting your scriptures, don't move around."

Jiang Yining slapped his hand away, her tone colder than the water at the bottom of the Merit Pool.

"My benefactor, this method is dangerous; you will be assimilated."

Fan Chen said anxiously.

"Shut up."

Jiang Yining didn't even lift her eyelids.

"I don't even believe in destiny, so why would I be afraid of a vicious cycle? If I say I can save someone, then I can save them."

Instead of stopping, she bent her fingers and suddenly reached out with her other hand, precisely grabbing Fan Chenxin's wrist bone in the opposite direction.

"My lord, men and women should not touch each other."

A burning sensation spread through Fan Chenxin's wrist.

"Enough with the nonsense, I'll borrow your Buddha's light for a moment."

Jiang Yining completely ignored his resistance.

The woman's soft yet cool fingertips touched his pulse.

Jiang Yining did not draw upon the Buddhist essence within him, nor did she allow the Buddhist light to directly rush into the Five Treasures' sea of ​​consciousness. Instead, she used his body as a bridge to forcibly gather the surrounding raging Buddhist light of merit.

She used these rays of light to create a temporary barrier around the five treasures, preventing the dark gold chains from further strangling her.

Immediately afterwards, the Devouring Law of the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree erupted in full force.

The purplish-gold vine phantoms grew wildly underwater, tearing through the passage constructed by the Buddha's light inch by inch.

A series of loud popping sounds erupted from the water's surface, and the rising steam made it impossible to open one's eyes.

Fan Chenxin's wrist was held tightly by her, and the Buddhist power in her body was uncontrollably drawn out.

The heartless Buddha, which had been enshrined in the Great Thunder Temple for a hundred years, experienced a violent tremor at this moment.

"Benefactor, you are using your own spiritual foundation to shield her from disaster."

Fan Chenxin was pulled so hard that she lost her balance in the water and was forced to get close to that stunning face again.

"I would give my life for my own daughter, what is Daoji?"

Seeing the shock in his eyes, Jiang Yining's sarcasm grew wider.

"But you, Master, you can't even recite the scriptures after I touched your wrist?"

She deliberately increased the pressure on her hand, her nails almost digging into Fan Chenxin's taut flesh.

For the first time in history, his once fluent chanting went off-beat.

Are you feeling confused?

Jiang Yining keenly caught that half-beat pause.

"Amitabha Buddha, this humble monk has no distracting thoughts."

Fan Chenxin forced himself to keep his voice steady.

"A mind free of distractions?"

Jiang Yining sneered.

"Why is the sandalwood scent suddenly so strong?"

The sandalwood scent in the air outside the pool became much stronger than expected, several times stronger.

The words in the scriptures became fragmented in his mind, replaced by the clear and distinct sensation on his wrist and the woman's breath, carrying a cool fragrance.

The ancient bell in the direction of the mountain gate, which was only rung when encountering enemies, rang by itself without any monks striking it.

The long, deep tolling of the bell echoed throughout the entire back mountain, signifying the complete loss of composure in the Buddhist disciple's mind.

The monks in the temple noticed the imbalance in the Buddhist disciple's mind.

"Master, if you are distracted while saving people, Buddha will deduct your merits."

Jiang Yining looked at the fine sweat beading on his forehead and mercilessly stomped on his breached defenses once more.

"I don't believe Buddha can save my daughter. I only believe in the laws I have. If you don't dare to look, close your eyes."

She tightened the net woven from chaotic life force, firmly protecting the five treasures to her chest.

"This humble monk has never been afraid of any rules; this humble monk is only afraid that you will hurt yourself."

Fan Chenxin finally found his voice, and he forced himself to look directly into those purple-gold eyes.

"You borrowed my Buddha's light to fight against the divine realm, but once the Buddha's light backfires, the first thing to shatter will be your meridians."

Fan Chenxin grabbed Jiang Yining's wrist, trying to pull her away from the violent tug.

"Don't try to lecture me with your Buddhist concept of compassion."