"Zhu Xie... what did you see?" Jiang You asked.
A calm smile rested on Zhu Xie's face. Though he was already barely breathing, he forced himself to hold on, trying to save the stubborn person before him. "Benefactor... there was once a monk... whose spiritual altar shattered. He was dragged toward Hell by countless ghostly hands. That monk passed through level after level of Hell, evading mountains of blades and seas of fire... searching piece by piece for his shattered spiritual altar... Now, he has found them all... Buddha is merciful... cough, cough, cough..."
A flush suddenly spread across Zhu Xie's deathly pale face, as though he had returned to life just before death.
He saw it. He saw those blood-covered hands struggling out of Hell, using each fragment to mend the shattered spiritual altar.
Those he had guided to salvation, those sparks of kindness he had awakened in this man-eating world, transformed into beams of Buddhist light that lifted him back onto the Buddha platform...
In his hazy consciousness, a mountain gate appeared before him. The gate opened from within.
An old monk walked out, while a young monk knelt on the ground.
"Master, I am your disciple Zhu Xie. I will surely purge every evil spirit in the world."
Buddha had told him long ago that evil thoughts could not be killed. But as long as the kindness within people was awakened, light would drive away the darkness.
And now, he had done it.
He firmly believed that the path he had taken was the right one.
"Benefactor... turn back, and you will find salvation..." He warned Jiang You once again.
A sinister smile curled the corners of Jiang You's lips. "Stinking monk, you lied to me. Didn't I say that everyone who lies to me will end