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Chapter 138 Ten Thousand Buddhas Paying Homage

With a compassionate heart, Sesshouin recited the Rebirth Sutra to the dozens of corpses, then buried them in the pit and planted a wooden branch as a tombstone.

Phoenix disliked this waste of time and retorted sarcastically, "The time you waste doing this might lead to many more people being harmed by the demon wolves in the city."

"Instead of wasting time on the dead, if we arrive earlier, we might be able to save a few more lives."

Sesshouin remained unashamed and unperturbed, continuing with her actions.

She knew she had a clear conscience.

After finishing everything, the four set off again.

As they walked, Sesshouin asked, "Is that martial arts? Or Buddhist teachings?"

What she asked about was naturally the palm technique of "Welcoming the Buddha to the Western Paradise".

Martial arts, being rooted in martial arts, should naturally possess destructive power.

However, the move "Welcoming the Buddha to the Western Paradise" used by Sheng Wansong was gentle and silent, showing no destructive power. Instead, it was like Buddhist teachings, converting evil spirits and restoring their senses. Even their completely deformed bodies were restored to their original shapes.

"Everything has two sides, so why be bound by a fixed form?"

Katsu Mansatsu's casual reply plunged Sesshoin into a life-or-death situation.

Although sects like the Shingon sect and the Quanzhen sect practice both martial arts and magic, these two practices are separate. Martial arts are martial arts, and magic is magic; they are practiced separately.

Although their essences are mixed, they remain unchanged.

Taoist martial arts are still martial arts, not Taoist magic.

Sheng Wansong's answer was that the two could be integrated into one.

The so-called Tathagata Palm is both a palm technique and a Buddhist teaching.

It's not that people in this world can't think of merging the two, it's just that no one has ever done it before.

Even if it were achieved, it wouldn't be very significant in battles between martial artists; it would only broaden the scope of attacks and provide a special advantage against demons.

Unless it's a once-in-a-millennium chaotic world of demons and monsters like this, this special attack ability is completely useless.

It has no meaning for ordinary martial artists, but for sects like Quanzhen and Zhenyan, it is the direction they pursue.

"This time, however, I, the nun, have come out on top."

Unfortunately, that palm strike was just a fleeting glimpse.

Monks must abstain from the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance. The monk was shocked by the sight of the killing palace, realizing that any hope that arose in his heart was greed, and thus completely rejected it.

abandoned.

Katsumansong could understand most things in this world, but the human heart was one of the exceptions.

He couldn't understand why this Japanese nun had suddenly started chanting "Amitabha" incessantly.

Huang remained silent, silently circulating her modified version of the "Eight Transformations of Lotus Master," attempting to imitate the martial arts used by Sheng Wansong.

But no matter how he tried, the technique had no effect.

With each mistake, he even began to show signs of going astray.

Huang immediately stopped the cultivation technique. She had plenty of ways to deal with a mere qi deviation from her cultivation, thanks to her eight hundred years of memories.

The two companions each had their own thoughts, but An Lan was the most well-behaved, which was why Sheng Wansong liked this child the most.

The group continued onward, and after dealing with several more waves of demons, they soon arrived at Xianyang City.

The ancient city remains, but several holes have appeared on the gate and city wall, causing a small section of the wall to collapse.

Dark clouds obscured the sun over Xianyang City, and an eerie atmosphere filled the sky.

Snakes and insects avoided it, and even birds flew around it.

"These demon soldiers and generals all had obsessions in their past lives, so even after transforming into demon queens, they did not leave Xianyang, but lingered around it."

"The Sesshouin stood beneath the city gate, looking up at the two characters 'Xianyang,' with bloodstains left on the splattered blood and even on the plaque above the city gate."

"They will make this city their home and continue to plunder outwards."

This is based on experience.

Unlike the Central Plains, Japan has been in a state of chaos for a century.

Various disasters continue, and evil spirits also appear. The calamity before us is an unprecedented catastrophe, but the underlying principles are the same.

The city was deathly silent, without a single sound.

But Katsumon could hear the low sobs in the city, the low sobs of the imprisoned people, the roars of wild beasts, and the loud snores.

He frowned.

Although it was foreseen, without seeing reality, it remains just a prophecy in one's mind.

Even the largest massacre is just a number if you only hear about it.

Only by truly seeing and hearing can one understand the cruelty of demonic calamity.

Otherwise, even the largest massacre would be nothing more than a string of cold numbers if you only heard about it.

Only then can the anger and hatred in people's hearts be truly aroused.

Sheng Wansong narrowed his eyes slightly. "Go in."

He took the lead and walked at the very front.

The situation in the city was even worse than when the rebel army arrived.

Bones form forests, and flesh and blood form pools.

There is a demon who sews clothes from human skin, and on the chest of the clothes are three or four painful and hideous human faces.

At the center of the tragic scene were generals who had once fought against the rebel army on the front lines.

The demon was covered in gray-black hair, every muscle was bulging and worm-like, the heavy armor it wore in front of it had long been torn apart by its expanded body, and blood scabs were congealed all over its hair. This was not its blood, but the blood of innocent people.

The jackal demon general's muzzle protruded, and its mouth split open all the way to its ears, as if it were never satisfied, constantly stuffing the bodies of its former brethren into its mouth.

It's hard to say who was right and who was wrong between the rebel army and the general who protected the country.

Everyone has their own perspective.

His patriotic and people-protecting aspirations are gone. For this former General Sun, seeing him off is the best way to show him respect.

"Amitabha."

Sesshouin lowered her eyes and bowed her head.

From her, Sheng Wansong sensed no anger or resentment whatsoever, only boundless compassion.

For the suffering people, and for these depraved demons.

Huang Jingjing stood behind Sheng Wansong, her gaze sweeping among the demons, and in an instant, she found the best battle plan.

Her emotions remained completely unaffected.

Looking at these flesh and blood is not like looking at fellow countrymen, but like looking at a group of inferior creatures.

Two human-machine pairs.

Finally, there was Anlan.

An Lan's emotions were what Sheng Wansong liked the most.

Her body trembled violently, not from fear, but from hatred.

The devastation here reminded her of Fujiki Village.

Although the forms of expression are different, aren't the people of Fujiki Village just like prey to be slaughtered?

The only difference is the way they eat people.

An Lan did not feel any empathy or pity for these victims, but his resentment was real.

As Sheng Wansong gazed at the demons, the demons also gazed at them.

The jackal demon lowered the claw that was supporting its cheek, and five sharp, blade-like claws shot out from its open claws.

Their previously uninteresting gazes seemed to have finally found some amusement.

Noticing their leader's unusual behavior, all the demons turned to look at the group.

In the dim environment, there were more than ten thousand pupils shimmering with an oily green hue.

Sesshouin's original plan was definitely not to strike at the heart of the enemy; rather, she followed Katsumanmatsu to the demons.

Despite being targeted by a pack of wolves, Sesshouin remained calm, showing no fear whatsoever, and asked, "Young Master Sheng?"

Sheng Wansong sat cross-legged, floating in mid-air, his hands forming the Mudra of Accomplishment.

The city is filled with demons, and there are also imprisoned survivors everywhere.

The final strike of the Tathagata Palm technique has appeared in the world for the first time.

"All Buddhas pay homage to the ancestral temple".

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