"What you say is quite right; after all, one can become a Buddha by laying down the butcher's knife."
Su Che said, "Actually, I have a very basic principle in life, which is not to kill."
"I have cultivated Daoism for many years and deeply understand the principle of valuing life in the Heavenly Dao. I have always been kind to others and have never killed or committed arson, which is how I accumulate good karma. Don't be fooled by my ruthlessness; I have never killed a single person."
The Vajra Yaksha stared in disbelief at the man who had previously sliced him inch by inch. This man was so violent, yet he claimed not to kill?
"I have always believed that the motivation to eliminate evil is more important than the elimination of evil itself," Su Che sighed. "Actually, these things cannot be entirely blamed on you. They are all caused by the environment of the Hungry Ghost Path. Ultimately, it is the Buddhist School, for its own selfish reasons, has driven you beings to this state."
Su Che smiled and said, "Since you are willing to sincerely repent, then I will forgive you."
"Thank you, Immortal! Thank you, Immortal! I..."
Su Che raised his hand, Ninth Nether Soul-Burning Yinflame to its fullest extent, turning the evil creature before him into ashes.
A night breeze blew by, revealing a crystal no bigger than a fingertip, resembling mutton fat jade, amidst the ashes.
This must be the Myriad-Medicine Sarira; I never imagined that the Ninth Nether Soul-Burning Yinflame could not destroy it.
Su Che placed the Sarira in his palm and discovered that it was naturally covered with countless fine characters, though he did not recognize them.
interesting.
"It seems they have more experts. That 'Shikshananda ' should be difficult to deal with."
Su Che turned to Lu Bai beside him and said, "We don't have much time. You go and wipe out all the ghosts in this village first."
"Yes, sir."
The villagers had long since been devoured by the Vajra Yaksha; all that remained were evil spirits driven by these Hungry Ghost.
These ghosts, upon seeing that I am a person with spiritual cultivation, would pretend to be a kind person and try to drive me away. When they encountered helpless refugees, they would lure them into the village to serve as food for the evil spirits.
There's no need to keep such accomplices around.
Lu Bai's attack was swift and fierce, and soon the screams of various evil spirits could be heard.
Since the founding of the Great Liang, the Imperial Demon Hunters have formed their own independent system. Although the leadership is passed down from father to son, they are actually similar to ordinary Daoist School. In other words, the Imperial Demon Hunters ' internal combat strength is still guaranteed.
Wherever Lu Bai's Fist Aura, these insignificant Yin Spirit vanish instantly. When he returns, not a single Yin Spirit can be found in the village.
"Is it clean?"
Su Che placed the Myriad-Medicine Sarira into the Nine-Curved Yin Spring.
"Transparent."
Lu Bai smiled and gestured towards the surviving man.
What about this one?
The man sat on the ground, looking utterly dejected. Before him lay the ashes of the Vajra Yaksha after its death, and beside him were various bones scattered about.
"God helps those who help themselves. The rest is up to him."
Su Che led the horse over and mounted it.
"Let's go, there are still so many places waiting for us to rescue."
Since leaving the Yin-Yang Realm, Su Che has witnessed far too many people experience such heart-wrenching separations and deaths. What awaits these people? What fate awaits them?
Su Che had no idea.
But roads are for people to walk on, and everyone has to choose a path to follow.
If a person gives up on themselves, who can save them?
Su Che knew he was not a god, and would never become one.
A person can only rely on himself. A man's path must be walked step by step by himself, and now all he can do is rush to the next battlefield.
The two mounted their horses again and continued forward along the main road.
The night breeze was cool and still, the clouds obscured the moon, and the few stars stared at the earth with indifference and coldness.
The fine steed let out a series of sharp, alarmed cries, and the stench of blood in the air seemed never to fade.
Slaughter, death, and grief enveloped Ci Prefecture and continued to spread to the surrounding areas.
The local people looked on with puzzlement at the ray of Buddha's Buddha Light rising in Guobei County, wondering what changes this unfamiliar light would bring to their lives.
The real mastermind behind the scenes was smug and self-satisfied, pleased with his brilliant move, yet somewhat lonely, as it was a pity that such a brilliant strategy could not be made public.
Yuwen Rui, the Grand Tutor of the Northern Wei Dynasty, headed north, disregarding the numerous passes and defenses of the Great Liang, and went straight north.
For experts who have reached the Fourth Grade, they can already break through the Ninefold Heavenly Firmament and enter the Outer Void. The distance between north and south is just a fleeting moment for them.
At this moment, he had arrived at Jingkou Ferry, not far Jiankang City.
The river is nearly ten miles wide, and who knows how many fish and dragons lurk beneath it.
This first man of the Northern Wei recalled a story he had read before: a minister of the Southern Dynasty was crossing the river one night when he suddenly heard ethereal music coming from underwater.
He then had an epiphany and ordered his men to set the rhinoceros horn on fire and throw it into the great river.
That night, he witnessed a bizarre and unforgettable spectacle.
Not long after, the minister died in his sleep.
Perhaps Yuwen Rui felt that the minister from back then might have stumbled upon some underwater conspiracy, and was therefore silenced.
A single note from a pipa pierced the night by the river, and the sounds of battle echoed through the reeds.
The sound of drums and horns echoed across the vast battlefield.
Yuwen Rui composed himself and looked at the surging river.
A reed bobbed and swayed with the river, and a person dressed in white, wearing a wooden hairpin, with a clean face and no beard, held a pipa in his left hand and a plectrum in his right, quietly plucking the strings while standing on the reed.
" Su Gui."
Yuwen Rui uttered a name, but a smile played on his lips.
"Long time no see, Dark Cloud Guard look nice. You're very thoughtful."
The man in white had a handsome face and gentle eyes, and seemed to be a kind-hearted teacher from an academy.
"The vast river flows on, and throughout history, whether victors or vanquished, countless heroes have vanished like this eastward-flowing water. So it is with me, and so it is with the Grand Tutor."
"Why so disheartened? You are in the prime of your life, a time to use your potential to do something for the people."
Yuwen Rui laughed loudly, " Lord Su, it's been many years, why do you look so aged and weary?"
"Naturally, I cannot compare to the Grand Tutor's heroic spirit. The Grand Tutor entered our court from a thousand miles away, wreaking havoc on a province with a few words, forcing Wei Huaiwen to retreat south, and causing disunity within and outside the court. Such a heroic spirit that can turn the tide of events is something I, Su, truly find utterly dull and lifeless."
The Imperial Stud Directorate Stables suddenly smiled and inserted the plectrum into the strings of the pipa.
"So, you think you can just leave like that?"
Before the sound faded, the figure had already moved.
Yuwen Rui took a deep breath and clenched his fists.
Even Yuwen Rui had to take the person before him seriously.
The water surged and churned, and dark clouds covered the sky.
Su Gui stretched out his palm, which surged like waves from the Eastern Sea, with countless palm shadows whistling in from all sides.
Yuwen Rui clenched his fists, his aura as solid as a mountain.
Fists and palms clashed, shadows overlapping.
"What a Surging Waves Thousand-Transformation Hand Canglang! Lord Su, it's been a long time since we last met, and you've made even greater progress."