262: Entering the hall, Buddha statues

Inside the Mahavira Hall, a bronze mirror was displaying the scene at the foot of the mountain.

Seeing the Night Demon suddenly calm down, the Bronze Buddha sighed, "namo amitabha buddha, that Devil Head truly has boundless magical power. A single look was enough to bring the Night Demon, whose Dao Heart had collapsed, back to clarity—how terrifying!"

The Stone Buddha agreed, "Last time, his ancestral spirit tapped me with a light palm, and my golden body nearly shattered. I dare not imagine if he were to use his full strength, whether I could survive."

However, the Silver Buddha laughed, "Good! Creating such a huge spectacle just to subdue a stray dog was overkill. It is just right to subdue this Devil Head to gain extra power for when the Great Tribulation arrives."

"namo amitabha buddha, Boundless Light, Boundless Life, Boundless Wisdom..."

The Three Buddhas chanted the sutras in unison, the compassion on their faces deepening as golden light bloomed from their bodies, reflecting off the Buddha statues in the hall.

...

The chanting continued in his ears, but the Night Demon could only see the figure of Xu Le. There was a great terror upon him, and he dared not offend him.

Xu Le stepped onto the stone stairs, and two monks engaged in Dharma sparring walked over.

"namo amitabha buddha, excuse me, may I ask if you have seen Senior Brother Zhiguang, who was on duty?"

Zhiguang? The Night Demon did not know who this person was, but he was certain the other party had become one of those he had torn apart. If lucky, perhaps some remains could still be found.

He looked at Xu Le, wanting to know how he would answer. Dharma sparring, telling the truth, or lying.

Xu Le did not do any of that, only saying coldly, "Not interrupting. It's just a few steps away, go see for yourselves."

The two wanted to say more, but Xu Le had already walked away without looking back.

They were professionals at Dharma sparring; he could not out-talk them.

Along the way, those people seemed to know about the tragedy at the foot of the mountain and kept asking, but Xu Le did not answer any of them.

The two walked all the way to the mountain peak. The blood color from the foot of the mountain had already spread up. Everyone who had been rejected along the way was polluted by the blood color, revealing eerie smiles, and then chased toward the peak.

"Hurry, they are chasing us." The Night Demon looked nervous; if not for his fear of Xu Le, he would have already grabbed his arm and rushed forward.

Xu Le looked at the Night Demon quietly, as if looking at a moron.

This guy had suddenly transformed from his previous manic ruthlessness into cowardice and weakness, yet he seemed completely unaware of it. Was it a side effect of the split-soul secret technique, or had he become a lunatic after being suppressed for over thirty years?

"What are you looking at?" The Night Demon touched his nose guiltily, not knowing why he always felt a sense of being looked down upon.

"Are you really the Night Demon from over thirty years ago, who was notorious for leaving nothing alive, even digging up worms from the ground to split them vertically?"

!

The Night Demon felt his head splitting with pain. He clutched his head and hid in place, feeling as if something inside was about to grow out.

What exactly was it?

"Bald Donkey, what exactly have you done to me?"

The Night Demon clutched his head. The handsome host body he was controlling saw its flesh and blood dissipate, and within a minute, his true form was revealed.

The monks from the foot of the mountain also rushed up, their eyes filled with bloody tears, and eerie smiles hanging on their lips.

"You killed Senior Brother Zhiguang."

The others repeated, "You killed Senior Brother Zhiguang."

The blood color permeated over, and the Night Demon suddenly jumped up and slaughtered his way toward the crowd.

Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft...

Fresh blood splattered. The monks who rushed up looked eerie but were easily had their throats cut by the Night Demon, quickly turning into a pile of corpses.

Blood flowed everywhere, and the blood color continued to shroud the peak. Xu Le did not dodge and was also shrouded in the center of the blood color.

The world suddenly had a tinge of blood color. The corpses on the ground opened their eyes again, looking at the two and smiling eerily, while saying exhortations like "Put down the butcher's knife and repent."

"Die, die, die... all of you die!"

The Night Demon, just like at the foot of the mountain, made frantic moves and quickly turned everyone into blood mud again.

But even so, faces emerged from the blood mud, chanting sutras.

Listening carefully, those sutras seemed to gradually become clearer.

The longer you listened, the clearer the sutras became, making you calm down to listen to more content.

The sutras became increasingly clear, containing the ultimate truths of the world. As long as you listened a little more, you could understand the truth of this world.

namo amitabha buddha, Boundless Light, Boundless Life, Boundless Wisdom...

"Noisy!" Xu Le's eyes turned cold, and the A Piaos Alternate Account lashed out with a whip, slamming into the blood foam on the ground.

The faces that were originally full of compassion immediately twisted in intense pain, and the smooth chanting was accompanied by painful wails.

Crack, crack, crack!

The A Piaos Alternate Account lashed out a few more times, and the people on the blood foam became even more painful; some blood foam even began to emit scorching white smoke.

"That's much better!"

Xu Le turned around and continued walking toward the mountain top.

The Night Demon was soaked as if he had been fished out of water. Having almost fallen into the sutras just now, he immediately followed closely behind Xu Le.

If following at the beginning was for utilization, and earlier it was because of fear, now it was out of dependency.

He finally realized that something was wrong with him. He had almost fallen into the sutras just now, and he dared not imagine the consequences after falling into them.

Becoming a Puppet? Or something worse?

Along the way, the Night Demon dealt with a few more waves of monks, and the two finally arrived in front of the Mahavira Hall.

The Night Demon's body trembled involuntarily, a shadow having been planted in his heart.

"This door actually planted a shadow in the Night Demon's heart?"

Xu Le felt it was somewhat incredible.

Even if the Night Demon became fragile due to the collapse of his Dao Heart, isn't this too fragile?

The A Piaos Alternate Account was summoned and immediately lashed the couplets with the whip.

The golden characters twisted slightly, seeming to endure intense pain like a person.

Crack, crack, crack...

The A Piaos Alternate Account was angry. Although it was just an alternate account, he could not tolerate such a setback.

The whip danced like the wind, and the golden characters trembled at an increasingly high frequency, quickly disappearing as if weathering away.

Besides the plaque and the couplets, the Ghost lashed the entire area around the gate, and after ensuring there were no problems, returned to Xu Le's side.

Xu Le stepped inside, his vision went black, and he returned to the foot of the mountain again.

A few gate-guarding Disciples greeted them again, and the Night Demon was like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bow.

"Ah, ah—no, it's too terrifying! Run, we must run. As long as I exist, even if the main body is worn down, it can be revived with time."

The Night Demon was jumping up and down in anxiety but did not turn to run away. Instead, he waited for Xu Le; it seemed he only dared to move once Xu Le moved.

"Open your eyes and look, is this really the foot of the mountain?"

As soon as Xu Le finished speaking, the Night Demon saw a pale hand appear out of thin air and press down onto the ground with one palm.

Boom!

The approaching gate-guarding Disciples turned into bubbles and dissipated. The scenery around them changed, and they were already standing in the main hall.

In the center sat a Golden Buddha over three meters tall, sitting cross-legged in the middle, with a Varada Mudra in his hand.

On both sides were four Buddha statues carved. Three of them were in human form, cast with golden bodies, either holding the Abhaya Mudra, the Vajra Mudra, or the Dhyana Mudra.

Only the last Buddha statue was like a devil.

The Buddha deity was entirely black, and its appearance was as hideous as skin and bones, with two pitch-black eye sockets, bearing a striking resemblance to the Night Demon's true form beside it.

The Night Demon widened his eyes, looking at the black Buddha statue, as if struck by lightning, muttering constantly, "Impossible, impossible..."