My Name Is Moro

As they spoke, Miluo exchanged a look with his senior brother.

"You..."

Maitreya pointed at Miluo and shouted angrily, "You are already a great virtuous cultivator of the Buddhist Sect, and your cultivation did not come easily. Are you truly going to remain so stubbornly lost?"

"Amitabha Buddha!"

Randeng opened his eyes and pressed his palms together, sighing as well. "Miluo, this is a tribulation of yours. If you cross it, you may become a Buddha. Do not fall into the wrong path and fail to turn back..."

"May I ask Buddha, what is delusion? What is failure to awaken?"

Miluo raised his head and said, "Buddha, right now this disciple has no other thought in his heart. I only hope to ferry this pitiful soul out of the sea of suffering so she may attain the true fruition of my Buddhist Sect."

As he spoke, his right hand lightly swept over the ground before him.

A burst of golden Buddha Light lit up on the ground, and immediately afterward, a woman appeared.

She was a very beautiful woman.

Young, pretty, dazzling, and moving...

But at this moment, her eyes were closed as she lay quietly on the ground. In her abdomen was a black dagger engraved all over with talismanic marks, giving off an aura utterly out of place in this world.

"Please, Buddha, grant this!"

Miluo bowed down and kowtowed, prostrating himself on the ground.

"Impudent, Miluo! How can you let a prostitute enter our sacred realm and defile our holy hall? Hurry and take her away!"

Maitreya scolded loudly, "And besides, those who enjoy the ultimate bliss of my Buddhist Sect are all good and kind people. A prostitute—does she deserve it? If an unclean soul like a prostitute's is allowed into my Buddhist Sect, would that