153: Chapter 152 Du Yuan Unleashes a Bloodbath: Turn Off the Lights or Lock the Door?

In the Super God World, in front of the mountain gate of Lingyin Temple, the crowd was boiling. Monks from various Buddhist sects intertwined into a bustling torrent of over ten thousand people.

When preaching the Dharma before, Duyuan had also introduced himself. These people were waiting for Duyuan.

Standing in front of the mountain gate, Duyuan quietly activated his Heavenly Eye. He saw that among the densely packed ten thousand-plus people, over ninety percent had dark Qi lingering between their brows, and the turbid thoughts of alcohol, lust, wealth, and anger were like putrid mist, steaming under the scorching sun until the air became sticky.

He slightly frowned, his fingertips unconsciously forming a pale golden Buddhist seal in his palm, as if sighing silently.

The leading monk's plump body almost made the tiles under his feet creak. Beneath his kasaya embroidered with golden threads, his belly rose and fell violently with his breath.

Duyuan's Mind-Reading instantly pierced through this disguise——

That was a Face distorted by desire. Calculation was hidden in the fine lines at the corners of his eyes, ruthlessness showed throughె the fake smile at the corners of his mouth, and only those narrowed eyes were stubbornly glued to Duyuan like a hungry wolf staring at its prey.

"Amitabha, Holy Monk!" Monk Yongxin's voice was somewhat distortedly loud. His posture of pressing his palms together was as textbook-standard as could be, and even the Buddhist prayer beads hanging from his cuffs exuded a warm sandalwood fragrance. He bowed slightly, but Duyuan saw that this arc of "piety" clearly carried a trace of suppressed arrogance.

"This poor monk Yongxin, unworthily serving as the abbot of Shaolin, has brought all the monks of the temple today to specially implore the Holy Monk to impart the Cultivation Method!" Yongxin's voice echoed in the crowd, causing surrounding pilgrims to look sideways. Some knelt to kowtow, some burned incense to worship, and even the old monks of Lingyin Temple stood up solemnly, as if they had truly seen a savior Great Master.

Duyuan merely smiled faintly, his gaze sweeping across Yongxin's wrinkle-stacked Face like a cold pool: "Abbot, you are too polite. The Cultivation Method concerns the Foundation of Buddhism; how can it be easily passed on to outsiders? Why don't you first tell me what Karma Shaolin currently has that makes it worth me making an exception?"

Yongxin's smile froze for a split second, then piled up into an even more exaggerated arc: "The Holy Monk has Wisdom Eye like torches! Ever since its founding, our Shaolin has taken the vow of 'saving all living beings'. Under this old monk's leadership, Shaolin has already been built into a listed company. In recent years, we have built many temples and nunneries on a large scale, and responded to the state's call for disaster relief. Last year alone, we donated to relieve disaster victims..."

The more he spoke, the more impassioned he became, his voice even carrying a hint of choking. Yet Duyuan's Mind-Reading clearly captured the malicious thoughts deep in his heart:

'What is this young punk acting so high and mighty for? Once the Cultivation Method is in hand, he will be a lamb to be slaughtered. When the time comes to squeeze dry his value and find an excuse to wipe him out, this Buddhism, and this world, will sooner or later be this old monk's! As for that Daoist Qingxuan... Hmph, once this old monk gets the Cultivation Method, I will surely grind him into dust!'

The surrounding air seemed to freeze for an instant. Yongxin's voice suddenly rose, carrying a trace of anger and embarrassment from being exposed: "If the Holy Monk insists on declining, could it be that you disdain Shaolin's Karma? Or is it... that you don't have any Cultivation Method at all, and are deliberately toying with us?"

The crowd instantly stirred. Some began pointing fingers, and some cursed in low voices. The turbid thoughts grew even more intense, making even Duyuan feel a wave of nausea.

He slowly stood up, his white monastic robes fluttering without wind. A faint golden light emerged around his body, and his voice was calm yet carried unquestionable coercion:

"Abbot Yongxin, since you say I am toying with you, then open your eyes wide and see—"

He raised his hand in an empty grasp, and a streak of golden light shot straight at the center of Yongxin's brows, turning into countless Buddhist characters the moment it touched him, enveloping Yongxin entirely within them.

"This poor monk has long since cultivated Mind-Reading. This 'Mirror of Clarity' reflects the greed, anger, and delusion deep in your heart, letting everyone see what you have done!" Duyuan's voice was chilling enough to make one's heart tremble.

"You claim to be of Buddhism, yet your actions are no different from those of the Evil Path. Such 'Karma', do you even deserve to seek my Cultivation Method?"

Yongxin's Face instantly turned pale. He desperately tried to break free from the shackles of the Buddhist characters, but those golden lights sank deeper and deeper, as if they wanted to strip away the filth deep within his Soul.

He opened his mouth, but could not make any sound. It exploded like thunder in the bottom of his heart: 'Damn it! This little monk is not easy to fool!'

Duyuan looked down condescendingly at the battered Yongxin, the corners of his mouth curling into a mocking arc: "Want to seek the Cultivation Method? First wash clean this dust-stained heart of yours."

Yongxin finally broke free from the shackles and collapsed onto the ground. The fake smile on his Face completely shattered, replaced by a nearly crazed hatred.

He stared fiercely at Duyuan's back, his fingernails digging deep into his palms, and fresh blood dripped along the gaps between his fingers onto the golden-threaded kasaya, blooming into a glaring patch of red.

Yongxin's voice was hoarse and venomous, echoing in the crowd: "When I get the Cultivation Method, I will surely make you unable to live and unable to die!"

Duyuan paused his steps and said indifferently: "Buddhism originally has no contention; you yourself fell into demonic ways. Today, it is only fitting for this poor monk to eliminate the demons."

As his voice fell, the Buddhist light around Duyuan suddenly surged. The originally warm golden light instantly transformed into piercingly righteous subjugation-of-demons Dharmic power, and instantly, the heaven and earth in front of Lingyin Temple suddenly turned solemn.

The black Qi on the bodies of the surrounding ten-plus-thousand Buddhist monks was severely suppressed by the golden light. All those greed, anger, and miscellaneous thoughts hidden beneath their kasayas were completely exposed without exception. Everyone's Face turned pale, and they trembled all over.

Duyuan formed a subduing-demon seal with one hand, the golden patterns on his fingertips dazzlingly bright, looking down condescendingly at the crazed-looking Yongxin:

"Wearing monastic robes yet harboring demonic barriers in your heart, ruining the Buddhist orthodoxy and disrupting the hearts of the world, you cannot be left alive."

With a soft shout, Duyuan waved his whisk, and an extremely condensed streak of golden Buddhist light swept out with a boom, without any earth-shattering loud noise.

Yongxin was utterly incapable of resisting. His shrill screams abruptly stopped, and his hypocritical flesh turned to ashes in an instant. Sharing the same fate as him were those wicked monks.

The remaining hundreds of monks turned pale, no longer daring to harbor any miscellaneous thoughts, and successively knelt on the ground, kowtowing tremblingly.

Duyuan swept his cold gaze across the entire scene, his voice resounding through the entire Mount Lingyin: "From now on, eliminate the Heart Demon and guard the original heart of Buddhism, only then can one attain the Great Dao!"

Duyuan then directly released his Divine Sense, instantly covering the entire world, meticulously inspecting every inch of all Buddhists in this heaven and earth.

The more he looked, the darker his expression became.

The entire world had nearly two hundred thousand monks, a number that looked extremely massive.

Yet under the detection of his Heavenly Eye and Mind-Reading, those with clean hearts, who could keep the precepts and were worthy of the identity of Buddhist Disciples, actually numbered less than three thousand.

Duyuan muttered to himself inwardly:

"It seems this poor monk really needs to thoroughly clean up this corrupted Buddhist orthodoxy."

At the same time, the bullet comments in the National Fortune Live Broadcast Room were crazily flooding the screen.

[Master Duyuan's killing intent is way too heavy! It looks so scary!]

[Anyone would lose their temper! If I were in this environment, I couldn't help but go on a killing spree either!]

[Don't forget the Master has cultivated Heavenly Eye and Mind-Reading! The filthy and wicked things hidden deep in the hearts of these monks simply cannot be hidden!]

[I saw it when the Buddhist light swept across just now—how many people wore kasayas while doing all kinds of bad things!]

[Now I finally understand why Buddhism's reputation is so bad in many novels. The threshold is too low, and it's really too easy to harbor dirt and conceal filth!]

[To be fair, there are still a few eminent monks of great virtue; you can't paint them all with the same brush.]

[Indeed, eminent monks of great virtue like Master Kongming and Master Suquan are simply too few.]

[They exist, but the number is far too small. Compared to that group of Taoists who sincerely seek the Dao, the gap is huge!]

In the CCTV Broadcast Room, Master Yuanxin and Celestial Master Zhang looked at Master Kongming with half-smiles.

At this moment, Master Kongming's Face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

He was not angry that Duyuan's killing intent was too heavy, but rather angry that the Buddhism in that world was simply too unbearable, harboring filth and thoroughly ruining the good reputation of Buddhism.

Master Kongming knew this clearly in his heart. Asking himself, if he were in Duyuan's position, he would likewise choose to go on a killing spree to purge these scum.

After a long time, Master Kongming only chanted in a deep voice: "Amitabha."

Then he shut his mouth and spoke no more.

Master Yuanxin and Celestial Master Zhang had been his close frenemies for many years, so they saw through his grievance and helplessness at a glance, wisely refraining from making sarcastic teasing remarks.

The Little Nun on the side watched her nose and heart throughout the whole process, looking quiet on the surface, but her eyes were fixed closely on the decisive Duyuan in the live broadcast screen, filled with admiration and respect.

National Destiny Space —— Maoshan of the Super God World

Ye Qingxuan and Bai Yuekui also saw Duyuan's action of going on a killing spree in Buddhism.

Ye Qingxuan's expression was calm. Bai Yuekui turned her head to look at him and asked: "Are you just going to let Duyuan keep killing like this?"

Ye Qingxuan gently shook his head: "This is his Buddhist family's own domestic affair; just let him resolve it himself."

Just at this moment, the two received a voice transmission sent by Lin Lei from North Star.

The voice transmission was full of astonishment: "Brother Ye, Sister Bai! What's the situation? The Great Master has gone crazy with killing!"

Lin Lei was currently teaching martial arts in North Star.

The secretary reported the news of Duyuan settling accounts with wicked monks all over the world to Elder Huang in detail.

Elder Huang had also watched the whole process and really couldn't understand this operation, so he hurriedly asked Lin Lei.

Ye Qingxuan directly replied to Lin Lei via voice transmission: "Don't worry about him. Duyuan knows what he is doing; everyone he kills deserves to be killed."

After hearing this, Lin Lei immediately conveyed Ye Qingxuan's original words verbatim to Elder Huang.

After listening, Elder Huang pondered in silence for a moment, then gave up.

They even dared to try cooperating with aliens from before, let alone Ye Qingxuan and the others who were pure-blooded descendants of Yanhuang and would never genuinely harm this world.

He muttered inwardly: Even if they really wanted to harm people, with our current strength, we wouldn't have any room to resist at all.

Thinking it over and over, Elder Huang completely set his mind at ease and could only let nature take its course.

At Maoshan, Ye Qingxuan stroked the Jade Slip in his hand and pondered. This was the Legacy of the Heavenly Demon Palace.

"Qingxuan, what are you thinking about?"

Ye Qingxuan turned his head to look. It was Bai Yuekui, and he immediately replied: "I don't know how to pass on the Dao and methods of the Heavenly Demon Palace. It's a bit tricky."

"The Demonic Path?"

"Mn, the Demonic Path is not the Evil Path; it is also one of the Three Thousand Great Daos. It's just too extreme. If one's Heart-Nature is unstable, one could enter the Evil Path at any time."

Bai Yuekui: "That really is a bit troublesome."

"I do have a candidate in mind, but I haven't made up my mind yet."

These words aroused Bai Yuekui's curiosity, and she was just about to ask.

Ye Qingxuan's gaze looked towards the direction of the Juxia Ship.

Bai Yuekui looked along his line of sight, and her mental telekinesis simultaneously spread out to investigate. The two saw Qilin sitting quietly in a secret room, with faint Shangqing Dao charms drifting around her body from time to time. The Shangqing Qi Refining Technique had successfully entered the threshold.

Ye Qingxuan muttered in a low voice and casually calculated: "Seven hours, taking more than half a day just to enter the threshold. This Comprehension Ability can only be considered average."

Bai Yuekui helplessly rolled her eyes at him. She had completely viewed Ye Qingxuan's cultivation memories. In her view, Qilin's Aptitude was already top-tier in this world. In Blue Star's cultivation world, apart from Ye Qingxuan, Qilin could look down on everyone equally.

But who asked her own man to be a freak? He felt that things anyone with hands could do might never be accomplished by others in a lifetime. What an information cocoon of a Genius!

On the other side in the CCTV Broadcast Room, Master Yuanxin, Celestial Master Zhang, and Master Kongming all twitched the corners of their mouths upon hearing Ye Qingxuan's evaluation.

For an ordinary person with no Foundation to fully comprehend the Shangqing Qi Refining Technique in over half a day would be considered a rare prodigy encountered once in several hundred years outside. Yet in Ye Qingxuan's mouth, it only earned a "Comprehension Ability is average".

Master Yuanxin inwardly recalled that back then, his own Disciple had only taken half an hour to enter the threshold when cultivating in the Age of Dharma Decline. With Ye Qingxuan's Comprehension Ability, he naturally had the qualification to look down on all Cultivators equally.

The bullet comments in the National Fortune Live Broadcast Room crazily flooded the screen:

[Save me! From having no Foundation to successfully entering the threshold in seven hours, and this is still called average? What kind of fairy standard is this!]

[The standard of geniuses, you see. As the saying goes, no matter how stupid a person is, can't they learn calculus by age 14?]

[I beg you, stop scolding!!]

[This is the Shangqing Qi Refining Technique! It's not our plain-language Qi Refining textbook. It was mastered in over half a day?!]

[Daoist Ye's Comprehension Ability has already transcended common sense and simply cannot be measured by the eyes of ordinary people.]

[This reminds me of what Elder Qian said: people should start school at age 4 and graduate with a Master's degree at age 18.]

[Upstairs, you successfully expelled me from human citizenship.]

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[Qilin is already very strong. If the benchmark is Daoist Ye, it really is quite average.]

[That's the Shangqing Qi Refining Technique after all, with a bunch of obscure and difficult-to-understand terms. If it were me, let alone seven hours, I wouldn't touch the threshold of the Qi Refining method in seventy days!]

National Destiny Space —— Inside the quiet room of Maoshan.

Bai Yuekui asked: "So that's to say, you intend to accept Qilin on behalf of Senior Yuanxin? Then what kind of Disciple does she count as? I remember you are the window-closing Disciple, so what about her? Is she a skylight-closing Disciple? A door-locking Disciple? Or a lamp-holding Disciple?"

Ye Qingxuan pondered carefully for a moment, but still gave up and said: "Forget it, let her choose whichever title she is willing to pick herself."

At the same time, in the CCTV Broadcast Room.

Celestial Master Zhang and Master Kongming stared at Master Yuanxin with half-smiles.

Master Yuanxin felt thoroughly uncomfortable being stared at by his two old friends, frantically complaining in his heart.

My good Disciple! Why on earth did you say these words out loud in public? Your Master still wants some Face!

Blue Star, Maoshan ——

Qingming, Qingyun, and Qingmo were also left between laughter and tears. Wasn't this Junior Brother just a bit too honest?

As for Junior Martial Uncles Yuanhui and Yuanqing and the others, they regretted it so much that they slapped their thighs continuously. Why didn't they fight for it a bit more back then? This Innate Dao Body even came with a buy-one-get-one-free deal?

'No way, when there's a chance, I'll beat up Master Yuanxin again!'

In just a few seconds, Yuanhui and the others reached a consensus, while Master Yuanxin at CCTV only felt a chill wash over him, feeling somewhat clueless.

The bullet comments in the National Fortune Live Broadcast Room were densely packed:

[I'm dying of laughter! Window-closing, skylight-closing, door-locking, lamp-holding—the classification of Disciple-taking in the Shangqing Sect is just too hilarious!]

[If Qilin becomes an apprentice, she'll have to choose a title first.]

[Daoist Yuanxin is completely numb. His own Disciple spills all the big truths outward and leaves his Master zero Face!]

[So Disciples of the Shangqing Sect are divided into various titles; I've truly gained knowledge today.]

[That said, with Qilin's natural endowment and Comprehension Ability being so high, she's not getting the short end of the stick.]

[Daoist Ye even lets her choose for herself; that's way too casual. Is the Taoist Gate operated like this across the board?]

[Master Yuanxin's inner thoughts: Rebellious Disciple! I must properly lecture you later, losing Face in front of the whole world!]

[Looking forward to what title Qilin ultimately chooses. Won't she directly pick skylight-closing to make a pair with Daoist Ye's window-closing?]

CCTV Broadcast Room ——

Looking at the Little Nun's eyes full of thirst for knowledge, Master Yuanxin felt somewhat awkward and explained in a low voice:

"Actually, this poor monk originally only intended to accept four Disciples, and Qingmo is my final-closing Disciple."

"However, Qingxuan's Aptitude was simply too outstanding, and I couldn't help but covet it, so I casually slapped him with the title of window-closing Disciple. Who could have expected Qingxuan to take it to heart and even conveniently plan out various titles for the remaining Disciples."

Speaking to the second half, Master Yuanxin's voice became smaller and smaller.

Master Kongming and Celestial Master Zhang on the side were full of envy and jealousy, secretly regretting in their hearts.

Master Kongming muttered inwardly: Why didn't this old monk walk over to Maoshan more often back then? If it had been this old monk who ran into Ye Qingxuan back then, this Disciple with top-tier Comprehension Ability and talent would have been mine.

Celestial Master Zhang was also full of regret. Such a good sapling, encountered once in ten thousand years, was snatched away by Master Yuanxin first.

The bullet comments in the live broadcast room flooded the screen once again:

[Hahahahaha Daoist Yuanxin is completely socially dead. The nickname he casually came up with was taken seriously by Daoist Ye!]

[Whoever sees Daoist Qingxuan's natural endowment wouldn't be able to move their feet. If it were me, I'd take him in no matter what name I randomly gave.]

[Turns out the window-closing Disciple was just a casual banter, and it directly became the exclusive title of the Shangqing Sect.]

[If Qilin becomes an apprentice, she can really choose her own title of skylight-closing, door-locking, or lamp-holding now.]