Chapter 814: She Has Residual Veins

“…Who are you?”

Si Yujie looked at Huai Yuan, whose body was suddenly overflowing with Buddha‑light and whose bearing had drastically changed; her expression shifted.

Tang Language bristled like a cat, bending slightly at the waist, staring fixedly at Huai Yuan lying on the ground.

Zen Master Huizhao looked at Huai Yuan, the corner of his brow twitching slightly, some anger in his eyes, as if he had recognized who the other party was. Suddenly he said, “You people shouldn’t have come and interfered directly!! This is our country’s own affair!”

“You still refuse to turn back?”

Huai Yuan heard this, slowly turned his head, looked toward Huai Yuan, and opened his eyes—but in his eye sockets there were no eyes, only pure Buddha‑light.

“What are you talking about!”

Zen Master Huizhao’s brow twitched again; for the first time he lost his composure and shouted in fury, “Do you know who he is??? Do you know who he is?”

“I know, Chen Lusi, Chen Tiance.”

Huai Yuan pressed his palms together, giving his answer, and at the same time said, “But that is already in the past… He could never pass that trial. Our Holy Sect has never lacked saints, not even in your Yellow Springs.”

“You!!!”

For some reason, Zen Master Huizhao’s anger surged from his heart. “You think that’s an obstacle of the Buddhist Sect!? That is still our country’s Guardian God! You fuck…”

This Enlightened Monk actually, in a rare moment, cursed.

The surrounding Zen Masters turned their heads, somewhat taken aback.

But the “Huai Yuan” on the ground heard Zen Master Huizhao’s words, shook his head, gave a faint smile, and sighed, “So you’re no longer one of the Holy Sect.”

Then.

He simply stopped looking at Zen Master Huizhao and instead swept his gaze over the other Zen Masters, slightly raising his voice: “What you just saw was all illusion. Neither servile nor overbearing—that is the true path… Now, the true path is right beneath your feet. Everyone may give your answer again.”

Obviously.

He wanted the others to continue answering the question Chen Lusi had just asked.

The faces of the surrounding Zen Masters were dark and clouded; no one spoke.

“…What did you just say?”

In the end.

It was actually a woman’s voice that rang out.

Si Yujie was like an erupting volcano, staring at Huai Yuan on the ground. Behind her, two phantasmal four‑clawed golden dragons emerged, reflected in everyone’s eyes.

Seeing this scene, he sighed.

The atmosphere around them instantly froze.

Si Yujie leaned against the golden dragons. The human warmth on her beautiful face quickly faded, gradually a touch of sacred, untouchable aura.

At this moment.

She looked like a God.

Huai Yuan paused, then finally looked at Si Yujie: “Foolish child, the wise, knowing illusion, let go; the foolish take illusion as real… A heretic—why are you so angry? His disappearance is a good thing for anyone.”

“…A good thing!?”

Si Yujie stepped forward, repeating his words again.

“You’d willingly die for an Illusion Dream that has already passed away?”

Seeing Si Yujie like this, Huai Yuan shook his head, pressed his palms together: “My Buddha is compassionate…”

“…Liar.”

“Keep dreaming.”

Suddenly, a childish voice and a crisp voice cut in, forcibly interrupting Huai Yuan.

Si Yujie’s movement halted; a trace of humanity returned to her beautiful face as she looked at her daughter and… Xia Panqiu.

The others also turned their gazes over.

“Even if you disappear, Big Brother will never disappear.”

Facing all those eyes.

The little girl hid behind Xia Panqiu, replying discontentedly.

“…”

Huai Yuan also turned, looking at the little girl hiding behind Xia Panqiu, and smiled again: “Even the Root‑Source Person is so stubbornly deluded?”

“Deluded my ass.”

Xia Panqiu bit her red lips and glared at him: “You don’t know shit!”

“All things are impermanent. Where there is birth, there must be extinction. If you do not cling to birth and death, your heart can be quiet and free of thoughts.”

Huai Yuan shook his head, the smile on his face growing: “Since you are so stubbornly deluded, then let us wait and…”

But before he could finish the word “see” of “wait and see.”

The entire Jiming Temple suddenly… began to shake violently.

The smile froze abruptly on Huai Yuan’s face, and then he snapped his head down.

…

Push the time slightly back—Yellow Springs.

Chen Lusi swept his gaze over the suddenly appearing golden figures around him.

In the end his sight fixed on that group of figures in kasayas, with Buddha‑light pouring from behind their heads.

And as Chen Lusi looked over.

The whispering around them… vanished in an instant.

As if in response to some signal.

“Buddhism?”

Chen Lusi looked at that group, stepping in front of Lan, and asked softly.

“Heretic.”

As Chen Lusi spoke, one of the figures, whose head‑light and body‑light both shone and whose height was nearly three meters, slowly stepped forward and pointed at Chen Lusi: “Judgment.”

At these words, many figures turned their eyes back to Chen Lusi.

At the same time the whispering rose again, as if they were discussing the matter.

Chen Lusi took a step back, shielding Lan behind him, watching the other calmly and replying, “Your word doesn’t count, and even Buddhism’s word doesn’t count in this.”

As he said this.

The nearly three‑meter‑tall figure suddenly leaned forward, glowering at Chen Lusi with Vajra’s Fury.

But before Chen Lusi could go on speaking.

Suddenly.

More than ten figures, all with head‑light, pressed their palms together and directly stepped back.

As if to show that they would not take part.

The nearly three‑meter‑tall figure noticed this, whipped his head around and glared at them: “How then can you see the Tathagata?”

It seemed there was internal disagreement among them as well.

“We do not ask about the next life, we do not ask about affairs of the Human World.”

The monk who had first stepped back answered, and looked at the tall monk: “The Buddha is in the heart.”

The tall figure grew even more furious: “Heretic, no different from another Devadatta!”

The monk opposite did not answer, but simply closed his eyes.

Neither hearing nor speaking.

The tall monk glared at him for a while, then turned again, sweeping his gaze over the other figures, finally fixing on those wearing Confucian robes: “Not the Way of the saints.”