A plump young man with a benevolent face suddenly appeared before the sword light. He smiled at Ye Lin in the distance, his expression incomparably kind.
He brought his palms together and chanted a Buddhist invocation. The powerful sword light that was about to strike his face turned into nothingness in an instant.
"Amitabha."
At that moment, waves of Buddhist chants rang out from the distant sky. Golden lotuses bloomed one after another, and robed monks emerged from the void with their palms pressed together.
Their faces were benevolent, their hearts compassionate toward all living things.
"Benefactor, you are fated with our Buddha. Why not join our Buddhist sect, cleanse yourself of these sins, and enter the gate of emptiness in pursuit of the supreme Buddhist Dao?"
"This little monk believes that our Buddha will surely forgive you."
The little fatty standing before Qingcang sat cross-legged in the void with his palms together, like a true Buddha. Looking at Ye Lin, he spoke softly.
The bald monks stood behind him as well, palms pressed together as they looked toward Ye Lin. Buddhist light that mourned for all living things continuously radiated from their bodies.
"Buddhist sect? Could it be that you also come from the south?"
The sight of this group of bald heads made Ye Lin sick to his stomach. In his life, the people he hated most were petty villains; second only to them were these bald heads who waved the banner of compassion while committing unspeakable deeds in the shadows.
The bald heads before him were no good either.
With such cultivation, they certainly had not attained it by pitying all living things.
"Indeed. Benefactor, I am the Buddha Son of the Buddhist Sect in the southern Demon Domain. My Buddhist name is Wuchen; benefactor may simply