Chapter 820 - 72: Contempt

"With virtue and without stain, body and mind pure, firm resolve untainted, true Venerable..."

These were the words spoken by Zen Master Huizhao.

Everyone heard it.

Those monks suddenly widened their eyes and stared in astonishment at Zen Master Huizhao.

As complete outsiders, Si Yujie and the others hadn’t heard these words before and didn’t understand their meaning.

However, this did not prevent them from instantly comprehending the words.

Because the fog that made high-ranking monks disregard their dignity and flee, just sensing it rushing towards them, made Si Yujie feel she was doomed; the gray fog that turned the entire Jiming Temple into a ghostly land hadn’t even approached Chen Lusi’s body when it started sizzling and evaporated, as if encountering a natural enemy.

This scene, within the ghostly Jiming Temple at this moment, could truly be called a miracle.

Especially for those monks who knew the inside story.

Additionally.

The monks slowly lowered their heads, looking at Chen Lusi holding that thick book in her right hand, their pupils mildly shaking.

For some reason.

The moment their gaze settled on the book.

Everything around seemed to lose its color and allure, even Huai Yuan and the Dharma Aspect behind him, who had just frightened them into turning and running, seemed to suddenly lose their deterrent power.

The entire world was left with only that slightly yellowed, symbol-less cover of the thick book.

Only the person holding the book remained.

Tap, tap—

Until the next moment.

The sound of Chen Lusi’s continuing footsteps snapped everyone back to reality.

Many people, upon snapping back, refocused their gaze on Chen Lusi and suddenly recalled a possibility.

But this possibility...was too shocking to believe.

No one dared to believe it, or rather weren’t willing to.

Meanwhile.

On the ground.

Huai Yuan, or rather the person occupying Huai Yuan’s shell, maintained the posture of raising his hand toward Chen Lusi. At the moment the fog rushing toward Chen Lusi evaporated without touching him, he suddenly shuddered.

The ferocious Dharma Aspect behind him also shuddered.

He widened his empty eye sockets, accompanied by tears of blood flowing continuously, his arm quivering slightly.

Moreover, as Chen Lusi advanced...the trembling grew larger and larger.

And Chen Lusi continued to walk toward him.

Her steps were neither too fast nor too slow.

Thud—

Chen Lusi took another step.

"..."

Huai Yuan, sitting on the ground, flinched slightly.

He suddenly stretched open his hand toward Chen Lusi.

Simultaneously.

The Dharma Aspect behind him pressed its hands together, its blood-tearing eyes abruptly closed.

"Bodhisattva Guanyin, practicing profound prajna paramita..."

Immediately afterward.

The indistinct chanting began to echo from all directions.

Yet the chanting lacked any solemnity or the serene melody of Brahma sound, instead seemed tainted with bone-deep hatred and distortion.

It sent shivers down one’s spine.

Simultaneously.

Boom—

The sound of statues cracking and collapsing thundered from all directions, accompanied by cries of lamentation, the surrounding gray fog suddenly froze.

And those monks’ breaths abruptly halted, many began to step back.

Chen Lusi paused her steps, then glanced around.

...From Huai Yuan’s position as the center, everything around Jiming Temple began to collapse.

Just like an illusion dream.

The grand halls began to collapse with a roar, turning into ruins.

And with each hall’s collapse, a ferocious Dharma Aspect appeared around them.

Soon.

In the few seconds Chen Lusi paused her steps.

The grand halls within her view all collapsed, leaving only piles of debris, and statues of fierce, blood-tearing Buddhist Dharmas.

They glared fiercely at Chen Lusi as she approached Huai Yuan, the chanting filled with bone-deep hatred and distortion grew louder and louder!

Finally.

Like a roar...it roared toward Chen Lusi.

"Ah!!!!"

Suddenly.

A shriek rang out!

A monk suddenly fell to his knees, his shriek piercing the eardrums, and when he looked up again, his eyes also streamed with tears of blood.

Then, the shrieks resounded one after another.

The distorted chanting, the cries of pain, the sharp wind howling...all sounds mingled together, continuously reverberating within the ghostly Buddhist Holy Land at this moment.

Tang Language felt an intense fear deep in her bones, her delicate body trembling, she leaned closer to Si Yujie, gripping her clothes tightly, then glanced at Chen Lusi’s back in front, trembling as she said, "What exactly is this..."

"I don’t know."

Si Yujie’s body was stiff, equally not in a good condition, she glanced at the holding her daughter Xia Panqiu, then looked at Chen Lusi in front: "But we need to help Chen Lusi..."

"Help..."

Tang Language was nearly in tears from fear...her body kept shaking, but upon hearing this, she forced herself to look at the figure ahead again, tremblingly asking: "...How to help?"

Si Yujie just about to speak.

"Chen Tiance!!!"

Zen Master Huizhao’s voice suddenly rang out, imposing and solemn.

In an instant.

It even directly overshadowed the distorted chanting, the painful screams, the sharp wind howling...

Although it lasted less than two seconds.

It sharply shaken everyone, briefly pulling them out of the deep-seated fear.

All eyes turned to him.

Including Chen Lusi.

"It’s a demon!"

Zen Master Huizhao’s previously calm face was somewhat twisted, but the faint Buddha light emitted by the illusory Dharma Aspect behind him barely kept him conscious.

He looked at Chen Lusi, who had stopped her steps, difficultly reminding, "Leave! You must leave the Buddhist Holy Land! You must leave Buddhism first..."