Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

"The aura of the ancient Buddha is completely gone, but some Bodhisattvas and Arhats still remain. We can go inside and take a look; there should still be remnants of the ancient Buddha's body inside."

The agile woman with white hair and dark skin spoke as she strode towards the Burning Lamp Buddha Mountain.

A pale halo of light emanated from the back of her head, with no Sanskrit inscriptions, only ancient and lost Asura script.

White lightning occasionally flashed across her beautiful, slender figure, illuminating her delicate, jade-like skin.

Upon entering the Burning Lamp Buddha Mountain, Chu Mingkong remained cautious. He had heard about how Asuluo's elders had been converted and possessed, and this sense of unease lingered.

However, it seems that the Ancient Buddha has truly "left" this place. Chu Mingkong and Asuluo walked all the way to the depths without encountering any ambushes or traps.

However, because this sacred site had not experienced a battle at the level of supreme beings, everything remained intact with few signs of damage, and all the monks and Buddhist followers were safe and sound.

It's not entirely a good thing.

Along the way, Chu Mingkong encountered group after group of ascetic monks.

Their eyes were lifeless, their bodies withered like dry branches, and they were almost devoid of life.

These ascetics were like walking corpses, constantly repeating the action of bowing, kneeling every few steps, and then bowing again.

The passing of the ancient Buddha seemed to have little impact on these monks; they still knelt as usual.

Chu Mingkong also saw some unique wooden fish and learned their true nature from Asuluo. His lips twitched and his heart turned cold.

He even felt that his previous act of using the peach-shaped buttocks as a wooden fish was so innocent!

As you walk further in, you see far fewer ascetics. This isn't because the situation has improved, but simply because ascetics are not worthy of entering this area.

The magnificent Buddhist temple hall, with its dazzling gold and pristine vermilion gates, was even more imposing than the Tianji Imperial Palace.

These holy beings, who have gone to the highest protection, probably foresaw the disaster they were about to suffer, and were all having a pre-apocalyptic celebration.

Male monks were seen penetrating each other, resembling centipedes. On the long, high steps in front of the temple, a Buddhist disciple stood on each step, forming a long line that stretched out from end to end, a truly gruesome sight.

If this is the case between men, then it's natural that monks would also perform "blessing" ceremonies for female worshippers.

As for the Bodhisattvas and Arhats, they became the most composed people. They followed the ancient Buddha and entered Nirvana, sitting in a row.

At first glance, you might think they were meditating.

In reality, they all followed the ancient Buddha.

However, death is not a big deal for these Bodhisattvas and Arhats. They have the ability to reincarnate, and they may be reborn one day.

"Would burning the bodies of these bodhisattvas prevent them from rising from the dead in the future, or at least prevent them from rising from the dead so easily?"

Chu Mingkong was itching to make a move.

"It's not good. The physical bodies of these Bodhisattvas and Arhats have lost their life force, meaning they've lost their physical cultivation. I wonder if they were drained dry by the ancient Buddha."

Asura explained.

The two walked for a long time without encountering any conflicts with the monks, and smoothly arrived at the remains of the ancient Buddha.

His physical body is larger than the entire Kunlun Mountains, and when He sits there, the mountains and hills are nothing more than His cushions.

Now, His body is a dark, moldy color, like that of dead pork, and lividity is growing at a visible rate.

The severe damage from the bipolar storm still lingered; the bloated belly had been ripped open, and the ruptured intestines were overflowing with "golden" filth.

"Seeing the extreme Yin power clinging to His wounds, I felt sorry for that power..."

Chu Mingkong held his breath, covered his nose, and turned his gaze away, not wanting the defense to keep appearing in his field of vision.

Asura, having personally confirmed the remains of the ancient Buddha, was slightly annoyed and threw a few punches at him, which frightened Chu Mingkong so much that he quickly dodged away.

"Asulo, take it easy, you're exploding poop... I need to go back and hold the baby later, don't let it explode on me!"

"What are you panicking for? Your Yin Shield can completely block these splashing filth."

"Clothes can cover up poop, but that doesn't mean I want my clothes to get dirty... You punch a hole, and another pus-filled hole appears. Don't you mind?"

"I find it disgusting and repulsive, just like when that goddess made you spray my steel boots full of essence."

As Asura expressed his disgust, he unleashed a punch with a blank expression, riddling the mountain-sized remains of the Ancient Buddha with countless holes.

“I want to stop now, but I’ve accumulated too much hatred for Buddhism in my ‘self-inheritance’ and I can’t control myself anymore.”

Chu Mingkong felt slightly hurt. He glanced at Asuluo's current footwear—she had been walking barefoot ever since.

"I think it's going too far to compare my essence with the filth of the ancient Buddhas..."

After Asuluo had vented her anger, the two embarked on their journey back, and Chu Mingkong couldn't help but pay attention to her condition.

Is Asuluo's current situation similar to Xuejun's?

Through Asura's situation, can we indirectly learn about Yuki-kun?

"Asuruo, let me ask you something... Now that you've accepted this 'self-inheritance,' will you lose sight of yourself and reject your past self...?"

I mean, could you become a different person?

Chapter 269 Speaking so bluntly

Asulu was a smart man, and he immediately understood the question that Chu Mingkong really wanted to ask.

"You want to ask about the situation of the Snow River Lord, right? She absorbed the complete Dao Fruit, so what happened to the part that belonged to Shen Xuejun?"

"Correct."

Chu Mingkong shrugged, not expecting his intentions to be so obvious; he had only asked one question before they were seen through.

Asura pondered for a moment, then began to explain his own situation, saying:

“My situation is different from that of the Lord of Snow River.”

My inheritance can be understood as a container that holds the experience, wisdom, and even memories of past generations, somewhat similar to the power transmission between the successive sect leaders of the Wenqing Pavilion.

Speaking of this, I really admire them; they were actually willing to pass on their skills instead of trying to keep them for themselves.

Chu Mingkong also admired this point. Although his master's wife, Shen Xuejun, was aware of her origins, since she couldn't take her power with her, it wouldn't hurt to pass it on to Yunhan. However, the previous sect leader was not entirely the dream body of the Lord of Xuechuan.

However, they were still able to pass on their skills selflessly, which eventually led to the sect leader's overwhelming strength over his contemporaries.

During this process, one sect leader attempted to monopolize the entire city, only to have it reduced to ashes.

While admiring him, Chu Mingkong also shared his understanding: "Perhaps this is the reason for severing emotions. By cutting off personal desires, one will not hesitate so much when doing many things."

Asura nodded.

That's true...

Therefore, I don't feel like I am someone from the past because all my current experiences are genuine and driven by my own emotions.

While the experiences passed down through generations may be mixed with emotions, I am certain that I am simply 'observing' the wisdom, experiences, and lessons of others.

Chu Mingkong breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that Asuluo's personality would change drastically because of this self-inheritance.

However, this is also a contradictory state of mind for Chu Mingkong. He hopes that this inheritance can have an impact, so that perhaps his master's wife, Shen Xuejun, can "come back to life" in the Lord of Xuechuan.

However, he also didn't want Asura to become a different person. Given the Asura race's warlike nature, it was hard to say what he would become in the future.

"That's not right. Didn't you say earlier that you couldn't distinguish yourself anymore, and that you asked me to call you by your name?"

"That's right. My consciousness can certainly distinguish who is who, but my consciousness also gets tired, lazy, and distracted. In a moment of daze, a strange yet familiar memory flashes by, which is very annoying."

But I'm certain this won't affect me personally, and nothing like possession will happen.

Chu Mingkong's thinking was quite broad, and he smiled as he asked another question:

"Shouldn't the Asura King be both male and female? Won't this confuse you about gender?"

Aslo shook his head:

"The male and female Asuras have different cultivation methods and different spiritual veins. I cannot access the inheritance of the male Asura King, as it is passed down separately."

The lineage of your Asura Kings is truly remarkable; you even store it separately according to gender!

Chu Mingkong could understand this, because the differences between men and women in the Asura race were so great that they were practically not even the same race.

The Asura race is characterized by ugly men and beautiful women. The women's appearances are similar to those of the most beautiful women among humans, except for a noticeable difference in skin color.

As for the male Asuras, they are pure monsters. Apart from their general human-like appearance, they are otherwise similar to demons.

So it makes sense that the inheritance of male and female lineages is separate.

"Then... how is my master's wife's situation different from yours?"

"The one who is the Lord of Snow River is essentially still herself. She's just traveling to the underworld without the memories of the original body."

Shen Xuejun's talent is exactly the same as that of the Snow River Lord. The Snow River Lord seems to have an endless lifespan and plenty of time, but faced with the pressure brought by the changing situation, she cannot repeat a life of ordinary talent.

One can only try to see how one's extraordinary talent will lead to different paths and ultimately what kind of enlightenment one will reap under different life circumstances.

Asuluo saw that Chu Mingkong was still in a state of silent contemplation, which can be summarized in the most arbitrary way:

"To put it bluntly, Shen Xuejun is the Lord of Xuechuan who has temporarily lost her memory."

But I'm different. In those unfamiliar memories, when I walk by the lake and look in the mirror, all I see is another person's face.

Chu Mingkong nodded. He was a little tired from standing on the flying sword. He patted his bottom, sat down cross-legged, his back hunched, and listlessly rested his chin on his hand.

"The Lord of Xuechuan absorbed that Dao Fruit. I originally thought of using that Dao Fruit as a divine soul to reshape a physical body for my master's wife."

Now... what if the Lord of Snow River refuses to acknowledge that experience?

Asura, who usually wore a serious and proud expression, chuckled this time, but there was no malice in his laughter.

"Refusing to admit it... In my opinion, this is just like the Lord of Snow River refusing to admit that he sleepwalked or that he had a drunken outburst."

Chu Mingkong remained silent. He only knew that the initiative lay with the Lord of Xuechuan. Her refusal to admit anything was enough to suppress all of Chu Mingkong's efforts.

Asura continued:

"Whether she admits it or not doesn't matter. What matters is that you admit it. Since she has absorbed it, she cannot escape her own experience called 'Shen Xuejun.' Just treat her as Shen Xuejun as usual."

During holidays and festivals, take Yunhan and the baby to visit her. If all else fails, you could just reconstruct a physical body for her, using Yongzhen's soul-binding technique to have the Lord of Xuechuan seal Shen Xuejun's memories within the puppet body, so they don't interfere with each other.

This gave Chu Mingkong two ideas, and his mood instantly brightened, returning him to optimism.

She even stood up excitedly, twisting her waist and massaging her shoulders to loosen her muscles and bones, preparing to take her family to visit her.