Good and evil lay only a thought apart. Was becoming a Buddha or falling into demonhood any different? A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating Yuankong's face. His once gentle features had twisted into a hideous, terrifying expression.
A low crash of thunder made Hu Xiaotian tremble to his core. How he wished that thunderclap could bring Yuankong back to his senses.
Unenlightened said, "You and I are burdened with grievous sins. After all these decades, don't we still spend every day steeped in suffering? Our sins will not be absolved because we save one life, nor will they grow heavier because we kill one more."
Hu Xiaotian cursed furiously, "Unenlightened, fuck your uncle!" This wicked monk was vicious and treacherous to the extreme. Though he had not killed Hu Xiaotian with his own hands, his methods were a hundred times more venomous. If Yuankong killed Hu Xiaotian to preserve the secret, wouldn't his sins grow heavier still?
Unenlightened burst into laughter.
Hu Xiaotian said, "Master, I swear to Heaven!"
Yuankong said, "No one in this world is willing to keep a secret..." His blood-red eyes bordered on madness.
Hu Xiaotian said, "Master! You mustn't listen to that wicked monk's instigation." He already understood that Yuankong intended to kill him. No matter what happened, Yuankong would never let him go.
Yuankong said, "Buddha! Why must you make things difficult for your disciple? Why must you make things difficult for your disciple?" His earlier gentleness and kindness had vanished, and a chilling murderous intent spread from his body. Suddenly, cold light flashed in Hu Xiaotian's hand. While begging for mercy, he had already drawn his concealed dagger. Even without the slightest chance of victory, he had to stake his life on one desperate attack. That was better than sitting