Reborn Tianlong: I practice martial arts for immortality

"Fool, don't be sad. Help me sit up."

Xuan Ji supported Lingmen. After Lingmen sat up straight, he put his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and then he died.

The old monk who was sweeping the floor also picked up the broom and stood up, subconsciously sweeping twice.

But how can a broom clean up the blood all over the ground?

The sweeping monk put down his broom and said, "Amitabha, with your power at this level, no one here can be your opponent except me and the man in the dark.

The donors could have chosen not to kill them, so why did they commit so much sin of killing? "

When the rest of the people heard this, they looked around. Is there someone else in secret?

Shaolin is indeed a thousand-year-old sect. The Lingmen sect, which was thought to be dead, reappears.

But even Lingmen was no match for the devil.

Just when everyone was about to despair, a mysterious old monk suddenly ran out of Shaolin.

Now, we learned from the old monk's words that there is actually a master in the dark who can deal with this devil?

Since this demon came to the mountain, all the heroes on the mountain have been no match for him.

I thought this devil was invincible, but who knew there were actually two masters who could subdue him in secret?

Everyone finally realized their own insignificance, and secretly sighed that the waters of the world were too deep.

Jiang Weichen looked at the Sweeping Monk and replied, "I didn't want to kill, but they captured my family and forced me to come here.

If I don't kill them to scare them away, will they come again in the future?

My family and my men are safe this time, but what about next time?"

The Sweeping Monk was silent for a long time, then said, "Donor, it is really difficult to sort out the right and wrong in the grudges and disputes in this world.

They captured your family, and now that you have rescued them and killed so many people, are you willing to stop?"

Jiang Weichen said, "Master, I have stopped. Otherwise, with this mob, no matter how many of them come, they will not be enough for me to kill.

But I stopped, and they still won't stop. Master, why is that? "

The sweeping monk clasped his hands together and said, "Put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha right here. As long as you are willing to repent, stay in Shaolin and chant sutras with me, pray for blessings, and turn from evil to good, I can ensure that you are safe."

"Master, this is impossible. Such a demon must be killed to appease the people's anger."

"That's right, Master. This demon is causing trouble for the world, absorbing people's skills and destroying their sects. How can he stay here?"

"Master, almost all of my disciples have been killed by this devil. How can we just let this go?"

"........."

Jiang Weichen asked, "Master, listen, I'm willing to stop, but others are not willing.

From the moment I picked up the butcher knife and started killing, I couldn't put it down.

If I lay down my butcher knife, what if these people can't deal with me and turn against my family and subordinates?"

The sweeping monk chanted a Buddhist name, looked at the people around him with a kind face, sighed softly, and said: "When will the cycle of revenge end? Only by letting go of hatred can we find liberation."

The Sweeping Monk pointed to the peacefully deceased figure lying on the ground and said, "Look, even the dead have let go before they die. Why should the living worry about it?"

When the people in the field heard the words of the Sweeping Monk, they couldn't help but feel moved. Looking at those people who had peaceful expressions and were going to their deaths calmly, they suddenly felt like letting go.

Suddenly a young man roared, "No, they died peacefully, they let it go, but my father did not die peacefully, I want revenge."

The people around were awakened by the scream, and they looked at the Sweeping Monk with inexplicable fear.

The Sweeping Monk, with just a Buddhist chant, allows those who do not want to die to die calmly, and makes those who harbor hatred feel like letting go.

Then he looked at the roaring young man and sighed, "The son of the two heroes of the You family in Juxian Village, is he still alive?"

"Alas, what's the point of being alive? It's just another miserable person with hatred in his heart."

Jiang Weichen looked at the young man and also heard the discussions of the people around him.

You Tanzhi, now the enemy who killed his father has changed from Qiao Feng to himself.

But is his desire for revenge so strong? Others were influenced by the Sweeping Monk's words, but he was the first to wake up.

This is inconsistent with his bootlicking character in the original novel. Is it because he hasn't met A Zi?

Jiang Weichen looked at the Sweeping Monk. His words seemed to have some kind of magic that could bewitch people's hearts.

However, just as You Tanzhi finished roaring, the sweeping monk chanted the Buddha's name again.

This chant of Buddha's name was more effective than any words. With the blessing of his power, the entire square suddenly became silent.

It seemed as if the Sweeping Monk was the only one left in the entire world.

Jiang Weichen looked at the sweeping monk, as if he saw a compassionate Buddha.

After chanting the Buddha's name, the Sweeping Monk sat cross-legged on the ground, muttering something, and his voice, empowered by his power, spread throughout the Shaolin Temple.

Jiang Weichen looked around and saw that some people had actually started to drop their weapons.

Jiang Weichen hurriedly kept his mind focused, thinking that the Sweeping Monk might have used his artistic conception to convert these people.

But even though Jiang Weichen kept his mind focused, he still recalled the past grudges and hatreds, and felt pain and regret.

Chapter 277 Half Killing and Half Mercy

Jiang Weichen was shocked. The artistic conception of this sweeping monk was much stronger than Li Yuanhao's.

Li Yuanhao's artistic conception is the artistic conception of the imperial way. The imperial way is so respected that everyone who sees it will prostrate themselves.

This is related to his identity as an emperor, or it can be said that his identity and experience as an emperor helped him understand the artistic conception of the emperor's way.

But his imperial conception can only force people to kneel, but cannot influence their thoughts.

But this Sweeping Monk is different. He actually influences other people's thoughts silently.

Under his influence, Jiang Weichen actually regretted the killings he had committed along the way.

When this trace of regret emerged, Jiang Weichen suddenly remembered a series of Buddhist sounds in his mind.

Jiang Weichen tried his best to resist in his heart, but the feeling of unwillingness in his heart became smaller and smaller.

A thought came to my mind: let go, let go, let go. Only by letting go can you truly be liberated, and only by letting go can you be at ease.

Jiang Weichen's mood became more and more peaceful, and his heart began to become calm, as if he didn't care about anything anymore.

Enemies, subordinates, relatives, everything is just a thing of the past, so what is there to care about?

Even if they were killed, so what? Death is not the end; they simply complete their merits and go to the Western Paradise.

When Jiang Weichen was calm and had let go of everything, a phantom of Buddha suddenly appeared in his mind.

If you look closely, he is almost the same as the sweeping monk who sits cross-legged and chants scriptures outside, except that the shadow image of Buddha in his mind has a layer of golden light surrounding it.

At the same time, when Jiang Weichen let go of everything, the Immortal-Slaying Sword that fell to the ground began to wail, as if it had been abandoned by its owner.

The sword spirit in his mind trembled, but because his master had abandoned him, he was unable to resist the erosion of the Buddha's voice.

The blood-red sword spirit actually began to slowly dissipate, and the originally extremely solid sword spirit actually became thin.

The bright red color is like stains being cleansed by laundry detergent.

Outside, the sweeping monk was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, reciting scriptures.

The entire temple was filled with peaceful sounds, and those who heard them recalled the past.

The people in the main hall were either filled with regret, or had let things go, or sat cross-legged on the ground and began to recite the scriptures.

Chu Tiange, who was far away, looked at the scene and was shocked.

This old monk has comprehended the Buddhist concept of compassion to such a deep level.

Just by sitting cross-legged and chanting scriptures, how can the sound of your voice influence so many people?

Although these people are at a low level and haven't even developed spiritual consciousness, it's not difficult to influence them.

However, if one wants to influence so many people at the same time, it is impossible to achieve the initial understanding of the artistic conception.

Chu Tiange was filled with doubt and uncertainty. Who was this old monk? Should he interrupt him?

Looking at the people in the field who were affected by his artistic conception, Chu Tiange knew very well that if they could not break free on their own.

From now on, they will be influenced by the Sweeping Monk's artistic conception for the rest of their lives. Many of them may become monks, and the strength of Shaolin will inevitably increase greatly.

But if I interrupt him forcibly, I will undoubtedly offend such a mysterious master.

Chu Tiange hesitated, but ultimately did not choose to take action. These affected people were irrelevant to the overall situation.

But if you offend a grandmaster, and it is very likely that you are not even a match for that grandmaster, then even if you are a member of the imperial court, you will be in a lot of trouble.

Chu Tiange can look down on all warriors below the Grandmaster, but he cannot look down on the Grandmaster.

As the Sweeping Monk continued to chant Buddhist scriptures, the voice of Buddha in Jiang Weichen's mind became louder and louder.

The sword spirit became dimmer and dimmer, and in the end it couldn't even condense into a sword shape.

"Clang", an unwilling and mournful cry sounded, the sword spirit completely dissipated, and the only remaining blood and energy wandered in the mind.

Jiang Weichen was awakened by the cry of grief, and his mind was shocked as he looked at the dissipating sword spirit.

Jiang Weichen's eyes turned red as he watched the sword spirit dissipate, and he saw the Buddha condensed in his mind next to him.

Jiang Weichen shouted in his heart, screw you Buddha, screw your compassion.

What regret? I, Jiang Weichen, never regret killing anyone.

If I don't kill people, people will kill me. If I put down my butcher knife, I will have to face other people's butcher knives.

If you want to save me, I will kill you. No one can control me.

Jiang Weichen shouted, "Here comes the knife!"

As Jiang Weichen's mentality changed, and with a loud shout from Jiang Weichen, the sword spirit that had originally dissipated in his mind instantly condensed.

Dao died because of Fei Nian. Just now, he was influenced and let go of everything. There was no Dao in his heart, which caused the Dao spirit to dissipate.

But now he had the sword in his heart again, and as his faith became purer, the sword spirit instantly condensed, becoming more condensed and powerful than before.

The Immortal-Slaying Sword on the ground also made a cheerful sound, and then, without waiting for its owner to pick it up, it moved on its own, and the hilt fell into Jiang Weichen's palm.

There is a knife in my hand and a knife in my heart. With a knife in my hand, I am not afraid of my enemy.