It turns out I'm a second-generation demon.

Chapter 77 A Thousand-Mile Journey to the West (Seeking monthly votes and subscriptions)

In the afternoon, the sudden rain stopped.

A hazy mist shrouded Mount Emei, making the Buddhist temples appear and disappear. After the rain stopped, tourists who had taken shelter in the various temples continued their tour of the scenic spots and historical sites under the guidance of their guides, whispering about the unusual phenomena they had just witnessed on Mount Emei.

Unlike elsewhere, during the previous heavy rains, dark clouds covered the top of Mount Da'e, with occasional streaks of blood-red lightning.

In ancient books, records of such strange phenomena are nothing more than sensational stories such as the birth of evil treasures or great demons undergoing tribulations.

In the room behind the main hall, Jie Se, having just seen off representatives of various families and members of the Daoist sect, held a bone china cup, lost in thought. A ray of sunlight after the rain shone into the meditation room, illuminating the handsome monk in his white robe, his features exquisitely handsome.

If you photoshopped out the old monk on the other side who was making people look bad, this scene would be truly beautiful.

"When confusion is hidden in the heart, it eventually becomes a knot, which is the knot in the heart." The Buddha bowed his head and drank his tea with a serene and contented expression.

"Master, I just can't understand why I want to abstain from lust," the young monk said.

"What is it?"

"Monks are detached from worldly desires, free from the notions of self, others, and sentient beings. If this is so, why are they coerced by the people? If everyone uses this to coerce them, what will become of monks?"

"Are you implying that my resolve as a master was weak, and that I should have fought the battle spirit to the death, refusing to compromise?"

"The palace is stained with blood, how can we compromise?"

The old monk smiled: "Those people on the field are victims in your eyes, but in that child's eyes, they are vicious thugs. What if you save one person and harm another?"

Jiese said, "Buddha has great compassion and is not afraid of cause and effect. The victims before us are the victims."

The old monk continued, "Think about it again. If the Li family's descendant were to meet with an accident, the peerless battle spirit would be enraged, causing bloodshed for miles. But if I, as your master, endure a moment of bloodshed, I will prevent a great massacre, which is not only a great act of merit."

Abstaining from sex causes a frown.

The Buddha put down his teacup and smiled: "In heaven and on earth, I alone am supreme."

Abstinence suddenly realized: "Master, do you mean to prioritize the greater good over the lesser?"

The Buddha smiled but remained silent.

The Buddha thought to himself, Virgos are troublesome. Obsessive-compulsive disorder isn't scary, but it's different when there's an obsessive-compulsive monk. The Li family's war spirit wreaking havoc at Lianghua Temple was a profound stimulus to obsessive-compulsive patients with deep Buddhist understanding.

"Is she still in the temple?" the Buddha asked.

"She said she would stay for a few more days before leaving, and went back to her meditation room to sleep." When talking about the female warrior spirit, Jie Se's face showed disgust.

After finishing the tea, Buddha sat in meditation to attain enlightenment. Abstinence poured out the tea leaves, wiped the tea on the table clean, arranged the teacups and teapot neatly, and silently put away his master's cloth shoes. He glanced around the meditation room, which was tidy and orderly.

They left satisfied.

dusk.

As the rain and mist gradually dissipated, the setting sun painted half of the mountains red. In a quiet meditation room, a girl wearing hot pants and a T-shirt curled up on the bed. Her face was pale, her lips were bloodless, and her brows were slightly furrowed. She was sleeping restlessly.

At this moment, she was less a battle spirit and more a frightened girl.

"My God, what have you created? It only brings disaster."

......

"Monster, she's a monster, not a hero at all. Go to hell, you monster."

......

"By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: The Li family has stolen the Dragon Pearl and privately forged forbidden weapons, intending to rebel. According to the laws of our Great Qing Dynasty, their entire clan shall be executed. So be it."

......

She awoke with a start, finding herself in a quiet, simple meditation room. Birds chirped outside the window, and the afterglow of the setting sun shimmered among the leaves. A mountain breeze blew, chilling her cheeks. Startled, she reached up to touch them, only to find two streams of clear tears.

My homeland is too painful to recall.

There was a knock on the door of the meditation room, and a young novice monk's voice came from outside: "Esteemed benefactor, it's time for your meal."

She hurriedly wiped away her tears and said calmly, "Come in."

She is an unparalleled warrior, a master at the peak of the ultimate path, and she must never let anyone see her crying, otherwise she will be silenced.

The great-grandmother turned her head away, not wanting to look at the young novice monk or let him see her possibly reddened eyes.

The young novice monk placed the food tray on the table. His great-grandmother sniffed and immediately sensed something was wrong. She turned her head and saw a bowl of white rice, a plate of pickled vegetables and tofu, and a plate of boiled green vegetables.

Great-grandmother's face contorted in a grimace: "Where's the chicken leg? Where's the chicken leg?"

The young novice scratched his head: "What chicken leg?"

Grandma took a deep breath: "Who told you to bring the food over?"

Young novice monk: "Junior grandmaster."

Grandma frowned. In the entire Lianghua Temple, there was only one junior grandmaster, a successor of the ultimate path, who abstained from lust.

Where is he?

"Dinner is served in the room."

Grandma grabbed a handful of rice and rushed out.

He kicked open the door to Jie Se's meditation room. Jie Se was having a meal in the room. The white-robed monk's good looks made even his meal a pleasant sight.

Despite being the most handsome member of the Buddhist community, Jie Se remained calm and composed, asking indifferently, "What is your intention, benefactor?"

Grandma stood smugly in the doorway. "Did you cut back on the chicken leg?"

Jiese said calmly, "This is a pure Buddhist temple; where would chicken legs come from?"

Grandma said "Oh" and suddenly threw a handful of white rice into the meditation room.

In the perspective of someone trying to abstain from pornography, the once clean and tidy ground is suddenly defiled.

He remained unmoved, meeting his great-grandmother's gaze with a calm and indifferent look.

The two sides remained deadlocked for several minutes. It seemed that the great-grandmother had given in. She snorted coldly and left.

Quitting pornography let out a quiet sigh of relief, quickly got up, and carefully swept the floor with the broom behind the door.

Finally, it's all over... I feel so relieved to have given up pornography.

At that moment, he suddenly looked up and saw the peerless battle spirit that had returned silently.

Grandma chuckled and waved her little hand, this time scattering rice grains all over the room with a clatter.

The veins on his forehead throbbed as he abstained from pornography: "..."

The great-grandmother, who had gotten the better deal but was still acting innocent, snorted twice: "I won't argue with a junior like you."

Instead of going back to her room for dinner, she walked through the corridors and halls, and casually pushed open the meditation room with the Buddha statue.

The Buddha sat cross-legged on the bed, engrossed in scrolling through his phone without looking up: "Benefactor Li?"

"Help me contact Wang Lao Er, I need to go back to Shanghai," Grandma said directly. Her phone had gotten soaked in the downpour and was no longer usable.

"at this time?"

"immediately."

The Buddha was puzzled and asked, "Has our temple failed to provide adequate hospitality?"

Grandma shook her head: "I'm going back. I won't feel at ease if I'm not by his side."

Buddha Head said with regret, "Twenty years have passed since we parted, and our meeting was only for a few days. This humble monk is quite reluctant to part."

Great-grandmother: "Oh, I see. Then I'll stay a few more days."

Buddha Head: "Monks are detached from worldly desires, so there's really nothing they're reluctant to let go of."

Grandma said "Oh," walked to the bedside, glanced at the phone on the Buddha head a few times, and said casually, "Your phone is bigger than mine."

The Buddha head smiled slightly: "Yours is an outdated product from last year. Mine is a new model, priced at eight thousand yuan each."

Grandma suddenly realized, and with a look of "I'm reflecting on my mistakes," she said, "Can I take a look?"

Buddha Head handed the phone to his great-grandmother, who examined it closely. It was stylish and beautiful, and the system was very smooth. Her own phone, on the other hand, was already lagging.

"Monks are so rich," Grandma said.

"These were all gifts from lay disciples," the Buddha explained. "Monks don't deal in gold or silver; whether this phone is good or bad is unimportant."

"Now that you say that, I feel relieved," Grandma said, stuffing the new Buddha-head phone into her back pocket.

Buddha's head: "???"

"Benefactor Li, what are you doing?" The Buddha had a bad feeling.

"Monks don't touch gold and silver, you said that yourself."

"It was this humble monk who said it."

"Whether the phone is good or bad doesn't matter, that's what I said myself."

"...It was this humble monk who said it," the Buddha said in a deep voice. "But what does that have to do with you putting this humble monk's phone in your own pocket?"

"Just find an old-fashioned phone for yourself later," the great-grandmother sighed. "My great-grandson works hard to earn money, and as elders, we should understand the hardships of the younger generation. Eight thousand silver dollars is too expensive; we can't afford it. Anyway, it's a waste for you to use it; you might as well give it to me."

Buddha Head: "Benefactor Li, please at least let this humble monk back up the data."

Great-grandmother: "No way, get out."

......

Li Xianyu felt another wave of sharp, continuous pain in his kidneys. He used his supernatural abilities to soothe the wound, but the pain quickly returned; he soothed it again, and the pain returned.

Completely confused, my great-grandmother has already passed away, and her superpower is the revival of life.

Why is my kidney still hurting?

Li Xianyu dragged his weary body back to his room at Baoze, lay down on the bed, lit a cigarette, and while resting, browsed the Guyao app. In the news section, a news item was pinned to the top with over 999 views.

#Shocking! Peerless Warrior tears apart major families, all for this!#

Li Xianyu already knew the purpose of his great-grandmother's "business trip" and immediately clicked on it.

The poster was a man named Wang Lao Er. He described the details of the symposium in an exaggerated style, using a lot of words such as "shocking," "unbelievable," and "awesome."

After reading the post, Li Xianyu felt that it was full of twists and turns, and could be read as a short story.

He thought to himself, "As expected of my mother, well done."

Some doubts arose: how could Great-Grandma have become so powerful after only a few bouts of energy extraction? She was practically overwhelming everyone and crushing all heroes.

The post also included a picture of hundreds of prominent figures looking up at the sky in terror, with a thin layer of blood flowing at their feet.

Comments section below the post:

Grandpa Qin: "Judging from the camera angle, Wang Lao Er is probably hiding under the table, isn't he?"

Thunder War Maiden: "Why is Wang Lao Er so cowardly? Isn't he on the same side as War Soul? Impressive, as expected of War Soul."

Li Bai: "Is this for real? The Buddha's head was defeated in one move? Is this woman really that terrifying?"

Vulcan: "Huh? Wasn't the power of the Peerless Battle Soul sealed?"

Tentacle Monster: "Seriously bad review, why are there no pictures of the War Soul?"

Vulcan: "@Tentacle Monster, a beauty that could topple kingdoms, as lovely as jade."

Thunder War Maiden: "Tsk tsk, judging from Vulcan's tone, did you once admire the Peerless War Soul?"

The heartthrob: "I used to suspect that Li Xianyu was a descendant of the Li family, but it seems he isn't."

Thunder War Maiden: "@Girl Killer, I used to think that way too, but after checking the information, I found that the Li family's ability is enhancement, while the Salted Fish's is self-healing."

The teenage assassin said, "Warrior is right. Salty Fish doesn't seem like a descendant of the Li family. How could a peerless hero like Li Wuxiang have a son like that?"

Which one is it? If you're so capable, explain it clearly.

Thunder War Maiden: "Moreover, the fact that the War Soul is so strong shows that the Li family's successor has been quietly growing for a long time, but the company keeps it a secret and is secretly cultivating him as a secret weapon. Also, I think salted fish is pretty good."

I am a good man, I am Li Xianyu.

Long Aotian: "@Thunder War Maiden, are you blind?"

Li Xianyu took a screenshot of the post, exited the Guyao app, and sent the picture to his great-grandmother: "Amazing, great-grandmother."

Grandma replied with a cool sunglasses face emoji.

Li Xianyu: "You really killed Buddha's head in one move?"

Great-grandmother: "Surprised? Unexpected?"

Li Xianyu: "Really?"

Great-grandmother: "Of course it's fake."

Li Xianyu: "..."

Great-grandmother: "That old bald monk was just putting on a show for me."

The essence extracted by her great-granddaughter was enough to beat those guys, but not enough to create an overwhelming aura. Thanks to the half-body true energy transferred from the Buddha's head, her great-grandmother briefly returned to her peak state. However, she was also severely overdrawn. Fortunately, her great-granddaughter was full of energy, and after intermittently absorbing the essence for most of the day, she had recovered.

"How is that possible? That's a Buddha head!" Li Xianyu said, unable to understand.

Grandma: "That old bald monk is a drama queen, but he's also a man of great wisdom."

Li Xianyu: "Grandma, I don't know why, but my kidneys have been hurting all day, and my life-restoring ability isn't working."

Great-grandmother: "Oh, because I've been drawing your life essence."

Li Xianyu: "How did you do that?"

Great-Grandma: "The Spirit Pearl is inside you. It's easy for me to extract your vital energy and essence."

Li Xianyu: "Traveling a thousand miles to obtain essence?!"

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I've already updated 7,000 words today. One more chapter, and I'll achieve my goal of 10,000 words on the first day. I'll write the next chapter during the day. Time for bed.

(End of this chapter)