The Buddha Cannot Forgive Anyone on My Behalf

Before he could finish speaking...

Ji Boying felt a surge of powerful internal energy rushing towards him.

But it seems to be just a test.

It doesn't possess particularly domineering power.

Ji Boying casually dissipated this internal force.

It did allow the Reverend Shenshan to live a little longer.

A soft chant of the Buddha's name.

Unlike the Reverend Shenshan who poured in his inner strength and roared loudly, causing the great bell to hum and the heroes to pale in fear, he did not do so.

But even amidst this chaotic crowd, the soft, somewhat aged and feeble chanting of Buddhist prayers still resonated clearly in everyone's ears.

Before the crowd could react, an old monk with long eyebrows suddenly appeared and bowed slightly to Ji Boying.

Such a ghostly appearance made it clear to everyone that this person was no ordinary individual.

The higher one's skill level, the more terrifying that feeling can be.

Everyone's expression changed immediately.

The Beggar Gang and many martial arts masters who came to help were all apprehensive, never expecting that Shaolin Temple had secretly hidden such a master.

The Reverend Shenshan suddenly felt ashen-faced.

With such a highly respected figure protecting the Shaolin Temple, his coercion ultimately failed.

Zheluoxing and Boluo Xing stopped pretending they couldn't understand what was being said.

They clearly understood what was happening on the field.

Naturally, their faces were all gloomy.

Ji Boying chuckled twice.

"Monk, this is the one I've been waiting for. Even if this hadn't happened today, I would still have wanted to test my skills against you."

The Sweeper Monk uttered "Amitabha" again.

He treated Ji Boying with utmost respect.

"You are a young and talented person. At such a young age, your martial arts skills have already reached such a level. It is truly remarkable."

"Only..."

"Just what?"

Ji Boying countered with a question.

The Sweeper Monk shook his head.

"But to reach a higher level of skill, one should always have compassion and kindness in one's heart. Your actions were too ruthless."

The Sweeper Monk looked at the Reverend Shenshan, whose face was covered in blood and flesh, whose arm was severed, and who had been humiliated by Ji Boying. He sighed again.

Ji Boying gave a cold laugh.

Whether you are compassionate or not, kind or not, is not up to you to decide.

"In just a few words, they want to attribute the martial arts of Central Plains to India."

Ji Boying then pointed at Zheluoxing and Boluo Xing and cursed, "Let these ungrateful bastards gain power, and let these shameless people use those words to make things difficult for the martial arts world of the Central Plains."

"Wouldn't this make the entire Central Plains bow down before India and be disgusted by these wicked people?"

"Why not ask the heroes of the martial world? Who would spare these few scoundrels?"

Ji Boying asked a question.

Naturally, he received a great deal of support.

On the contrary, Duan Yu and Xu Zhu hesitated.

They don't really like killing.

But the martial arts heroes present didn't care about that.

As Ji Boying said, Shaolin Temple is the top tier in the Central Plains, and countless martial artists in the Central Plains are inferior to Shaolin Temple.

If the Shaolin Temple were to be forced to acknowledge outsiders as its ancestors by these people's unreasonable demands, wouldn't all of them be inferior to them?

This is naturally unacceptable.

Kobayashi-ji lost face and could no longer lead the martial arts world, so there's not much to say about that.

But the reputation of the Central Plains martial arts world cannot be lost.

"This hero is right, we absolutely cannot let this traitor off lightly."

"Kill him! Kill him!"

Even the other elders of the Beggar Gang' Sect, after discussing among themselves, spoke up.

"This matter is no longer just a grudge between Shaolin Temple. Shaolin Temple cannot represent the heroes of the martial arts world, nor can it represent the entire Central Plains martial arts world to submit to these people."

The Sweeper Monk sighed, "Alas, they were indeed wicked and violated Buddhist precepts."

"However, since they are all Buddhists and you are in front of this Mahavira Hall, please spare their lives for the sake of the Buddha in this hall."

"Let people be lenient when they can, and let Buddhism handle the Buddhist precepts."

Ji Boying, of course, refused to agree.

"Hmph, you are Buddhists, but I am not. They disgusted me, and even Buddha has no right to forgive them on my behalf."

The Sweeper Monk was in a great dilemma.

He originally just wanted to smooth things over.

He was indeed a highly accomplished monk with profound understanding of Buddhist principles.

Ordinary karmic obstacles and hindrances no longer concern him.

But in the end, he still developed a fondness for talent.

Shaolin Temple just lost Xuan Ci. Although this Reverend Shenshan is arrogant, he is more talented than Xuan Ci and is also a promising talent.

He originally wanted to enlighten Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan. Even though their hands were stained with blood and their obsessions surpassed those of eight or nine out of ten people in the world, he was willing to be tolerant of them.

How could we possibly not be able to accommodate a Reverend Shenshan?

He encountered setbacks today, which can be considered a calamity, but it is naturally a blessing in disguise for him.

But we still have to wait for him to break through and rebuild.

We can't let him die right in front of us.

Otherwise, wouldn't we be losing a great talent?

When the Sweeper Monk first appeared, he originally intended to take the person away directly.

If you protect someone, how many blows you strike, how you strike, whether it's light or heavy—it's all up to you.

But after just one glance at Ji Boying, he felt a fierce threat emanating from him.

That hidden, calm current within the stillness of an ancient well is an immense, surging power.

The Sweeper Monk didn't know if he was better than him.

But he knew he had no power to make the Reverend Shenshan hand over the reins without any resistance.

If the two of them were to fight, and he held back even a fraction of his strength, he could easily crush the Reverend Shenshan to death.

This was naturally something the Sweeper Monk didn't want to see.

Therefore, we cannot take action.

The Sweeper Monk continued to persuade him.

"It's best not to break the precept against killing in a Buddhist sanctuary."

Ji Boying still ignored him.

He glanced disdainfully at the Sweeper Monk.

"I'll kill if I want to, who can stop me?"

As he spoke, he lightly stepped on the ground.

Without seeing how much effort he exerted, one could see that the Reverend Shenshan had bulging eyes.

In an instant, he naturally died.

"You...!"

Even the Sweeper Monk Buddhist cultivation couldn't help but feel a momentary surge of anger.

Everyone present looked on in astonishment.

However, most people cheered after they realized what was happening.

"Good riddance."

"Such traitorous dogs deserve to die."

"That's right, he deserved to die, and it was a good thing he was killed."

"Letting him die so quickly is too good for him."

The crowd cheered.

I never expected that this handsome and dashing swordsman would be so decisive.

They said they'd kill him, and then suddenly they were.

The monks of Shaolin Temple chanted Buddhist mantras.

"Amitabha ..."

The monks were all at a loss.

No matter how much these monks practice Buddhism and cultivate a tranquil mind, they cannot achieve true liberation.

But these monks have not yet truly attained Buddhahood.

Humans have seven emotions and six desires.

The Reverend Shenshan had just been so aggressive, distorting the truth and smearing Shaolin Temple. Naturally, this made them both angry and indignant.

Seeing the Reverend Shenshan die so suddenly before my eyes, the first feeling that welled up in my heart was a sense of relief that all my pent-up frustration had vanished.

But they are Buddhists after all.

He verbally urged his own heart to be compassionate.

After decades of persuasion, even those who didn't believe before are now starting to believe.

They inevitably carried a sense of compassion.

Seeing the sudden killing of the Reverend Shenshan, he naturally felt ashamed of the pleasure he had felt earlier.

I also felt a sense of pity for the death of the Reverend Shenshan.

But in any case, they couldn't be angry with Ji Boying.

After all, whether Ji Boying wanted to help Shaolin Temple or not, Shaolin Temple now owes him a debt of gratitude.

But what can we do now?

This Sweeper Monk is also from Shaolin Temple.

This is a hidden senior master and eminent monk of Shaolin Temple.

Logically speaking, we should naturally follow behind and listen to their teachings.

But now he has to protect the enemy of Shaolin Temple and confront the chivalrous hero who just vented Shaolin Temple's anger and was praised by the heroes of the martial arts world.

How could Shaolin Temple possibly help the Sweeper Monk deal with him?

Caught in a dilemma, with no clear direction, the younger generation is still struggling with their thoughts, looking left and right, their minds in turmoil.

The senior monks of the Xuan and Hui generations all had a compassionate look on their faces, with their hands clasped together and their heads bowed.

Don't look to the left, don't look to the right.

They remained silent, seemingly clueless and unaware that it was time to take sides.

They were all deeply saddened by the loss of life.

They became non-stick pans.

The competition on the field seemed to have no effect on them.

He did not stop after trampling Ji Boying, the Reverend Shenshan, to death.

He reached out and gently beckoned to his side.

An invisible force emanated from his palm, wrapped around Zheluoxing, and then rolled back.

They simply grabbed the monk from mid-air.

Facing Ji Boying, Zheluoxing was like an infant, utterly powerless to resist.

"Please have mercy, benefactor."

A gray shadow flickered in mid-air.

There was a sharp, ripping sound.

Everyone was just regaining their senses.

It was impossible to see what was happening on the field.

Refocusing my eyes, I suddenly realized that the first match was already over.

It was clear that Ji Boying had the upper hand.

That Zheluoxing has already been captured by Ji Boying.

The monk's robe was torn in half, with the remaining half hanging loosely on the monk's body.

The torn half was held in the hand of the gaunt old monk.

Ji Boying swiftly pulled the over 100-pound adult back into the air, and despite their resistance, he managed to grab them in his hands.

Naturally, it's much more difficult than the Sweeper Monk simply needing to disrupt Ji Boying's luck to keep the person alive.

Even so, the Sweeper Monk only managed to snatch half a piece of clothing back from Ji Boying.

This first attempt naturally resulted in a disadvantage.

The old monk clearly didn't want to see any more bloodshed.

He threw the half of the monk's robe on the ground.

He spoke in a deep voice to Ji Boying.

"Benefactor, let's show mercy where we can and stop here. Why push them to the brink?"

The atmosphere became heavy.

Ji Boying and the old monk were locked in a fierce confrontation.

Either of these two individuals is a top-tier master of their time.

His imposing presence alone was enough to make everyone present feel breathless.

Moreover, it was a situation where two people were locked in a fierce confrontation, their inner energy subtly clashing.

Although the crowd did not see any movement from the two masters in the arena, they could not help but feel their hearts pounding with fear.

They usually don't feel any threat from these two people who have honed their skills to a level of simplicity and naturalness.

They don't have the ability to notice.

But when these two revealed their aura, it was far more terrifying than any ruthless executioner or a tiger roaring in the mountains.

They all felt as if they were being pricked by thorns, their lives in the hands of others.

Even though neither of them was paying attention to either of them.

But everyone felt the same way: if they wanted to kill someone, they could probably just frown slightly and that would be the end of them.

Such a tense atmosphere.

Several figures suddenly jumped out and stood behind Ji Boying.

It was Xiao Feng, Duan Yu, Xu Zhu.

Although Duan Yu was also a compassionate person, he didn't want to see Ji Boying go on a killing spree.

But they still stood behind Ji Boying.

The three of them possessed profound martial arts skills and were among the few who could sense even greater terror emanating from this Sweeper Monk.

Faced with such a formidable enemy, they naturally could not back down.

They were all determined to do everything in their power to help Ji Boying.

To everyone's surprise, there was another person standing behind Ji Boying.

It was Jiumozhi who came to Shaolin Temple with the Reverend Shenshan to cause trouble.

At this moment, Jiumozhi once again appeared solemn and dignified, filled with righteous indignation.

The Sweeper Monk before us is indeed powerful.

However, Jiumozhi witnessed Ji Boying's power more than once.

I had already erected this high wall in my heart long ago.

When he arrived at this team, he stood behind Ji Boying without hesitation.

However, he also felt in his heart that if Ji Boying wanted to kill him, this Sweeper Monk might not be able to protect him.

The strongest aspect of Shaolin Temple is its martial arts skills.

But when he tried to take the monk's clothes with his bare hands, he could only snatch half of the clothes from Ji Boying.

Ji Boying's greatest strength was his swordsmanship.

He hadn't even drawn his Sword Light, which was four or five zhang long and could cut through iron like mud, yet.

They voluntarily stood behind Ji Boying naturally pleased him.

But they don't need to do anything.

"There's no need for that. This old monk is no match for me."

Ji Boying waved his hand, dismissing the crowd.

The ordinary iron sword he carried with him since Mount Hua had long since faded and become worn, its blue silk ribbons showing signs of age.

With his left hand, he casually crushed the Zheluoxing in his hand, then drew his iron sword and pointed it at the Sweeper Monk.

An invisible killing intent firmly locked onto the Sweeper Monk.

The old monk's completely white and sparse beard and hair moved without wind.

A hint of embarrassment appeared on his face.

The skin was loose, wrinkled with bitterness.

But he still raised his eyebrows and uttered a Buddhist chant.

Internal force is released externally.

A protective Qi Wall, four or five feet high, enveloped his entire body.

Some of the murky, bewildered look in his eyes finally betrayed a hint of worry and tension.

Faced with Ji Boying's sharp sword, he had no choice but to be on high alert.

A sense of crisis gripped my mind, and I felt a chill run down my spine.

"Old monk, watch carefully."

Ji Boying deliberately gave a reminder.

The iron sword in his hand was covered with a layer of misty purple aura.

In the next instant, a condensed and solid Sword Light extended from the tip of the sword.

In an instant, it pierced five zhang away.

The Sword Light pressed directly against the old monk's throat.

The dangerous aura emanating from the sharp Sword Light caused goosebumps to rise involuntarily on the old monk's throat.

The five-foot -Qi Wall, even when fully deployed, was completely ineffective.

The Sword Light's edge failed to slow the enemy's attack in the slightest.