631. No Destruction, No Construction; Buddha and Demon as One

His gaze swept compassionately over the Blood Sea below.

Over the places where the millions upon millions of wronged souls, newly delivered and now at peace, had vanished.

Then he looked toward the devastated Blood God City, and his voice slowly spread.

"Buddha is all living beings, and all living beings are also Buddha."

"Buddha has myriad forms. He may become a Vajra with Angry Eyes, subduing demons and defending the Dao; he may be a Bodhisattva with Lowered Brows, delivering suffering and hardship; he may become an ordinary mortal, walking the red dust; he may be an old man refining medicine, healing the world."

"The so-called Buddhist Way has never been about confining oneself atop Spirit Mountain, sitting withered in a Zen Room and chanting tens of millions of scriptures. Nor is it about obsessing over the solemnity of a Dharma Image and clinging to rules and precepts. It is to see living beings suffer and reach out to help; to see Evil Demons wreak havoc and raise a fist to subdue them; to see wronged souls weep and use one's strength to deliver them."

"You say Buddha possesses great compassion, but true compassion has never been alms given from on high. It is bending down and entering the fray, suffering with all beings, grieving with heaven and earth."

"You say Buddha has great power, but true power has never been used to display one's own supremacy. It is used to protect the common people beneath one's feet."

Old Yao's voice was not loud, yet every word was like a pearl, like morning bells and evening drums, striking Shiluo's heart hard. The Buddha light around him trembled faintly, and he froze in place. It was as if thunder had exploded in his mind. The understanding of Buddhist principles he