parentshiftbook Chapter 410 The Discourse on Purity and Turbidity, Bodhi Seed
Chapter 410 The Discourse on Purity and Turbidity, Bodhi Seed
Chapter 410 The Discourse on Purity and Turbidity, Bodhi Seed (Two-in-One, 4.2k)
"Hoh—hoh—" Fa Nan's eyes widened suddenly, filled with extreme shock, bewilderment, and disbelief.
He turned his head and looked at the face of his "fellow disciple" behind him, which had now become ferocious and unfamiliar. Blood gushed from his throat. He wanted to say something, but could only make a weak, breathy sound.
He never imagined that "Ku Chen," who had been eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist scriptures for the past six months, treating him with utmost respect and kindness to younger generations, and whom he considered a "combatant" who might be able to step in at crucial moments, would actually be so ruthless towards him. Li Tianxiong had now torn off his disguise, his face expressionless, his eyes fierce as a jackal, and his other blood claw, carrying the bloodthirsty aura that corroded all things, was pressing hard on Fa Nan's crown.
"laugh--!"
Like boiling water poured on snow, Fa Nan's head, which had been flashing with astonishment, along with its soul, rapidly dissolved and vaporized in the thick blood and evil energy. Before it could even scream, it had turned into a pool of foul-smelling blood, mixed with shattered golden robes and prayer beads, which fell from the sky.
A grandmaster of the seventh level of heaven, the abbot of Vajra Temple, perished in this way, dying a death that was extremely unjust.
This sudden bloody turn of events not only stunned all the monks and believers below, but even Li Xijun, who was preparing to make a move in the air, paused slightly, a look of astonishment flashing in his eyes.
And this is just the beginning!
"The Vajra Temple harbors treacherous intentions, colluding with the Northern Desert to plot against His Highness the Crown Prince. They deserve to die! Today, I, Li, will act on behalf of Heaven to rid His Highness of these treacherous officials!"
Li Tianxiong let out a long roar, the sound echoing throughout the sacred mountain.
With a flicker, he instantly conjured up hundreds of incredibly solid, blood-red figures!
These figures were not illusions; each one contained a portion of his Dharma form, blood shadow, and primordial spirit power. They moved with ghostly speed, like hundreds of blood-red hurricanes, suddenly sweeping towards the various halls, monks' quarters, and meditation monasteries of the Vajra Temple below!
The massacre began.
These blood-red figures reveal Li Tianxiong's terrifying skills, which have been cultivated for hundreds of years and focused on "efficiently eliminating the weak."
They appear precisely before every monk with spiritual cultivation, whether the other party is a newly enlightened novice or an elder at the Dharma Aspect Realm.
"Uncle-Master Kuchen? You—" A young monk who used to frequently deliver vegetarian meals to "Kuchen" looked at the familiar, kind face in front of him, which suddenly turned cold and ferocious. When the bloody claw pierced through his chest, there was still confusion and bewilderment in his eyes.
"Li Tianxiong! How dare you—" An old monk in the late stage of Dharma Aspect glared angrily. He had just condensed the Vajra Subduing Demon Divine Power when several blood shadows corroded his true essence from different angles with blood evil, instantly breaking through his defenses. Then, blood claws ripped out his heart, and his soul was destroyed.
He couldn't believe until his death that this "junior," who had always treated him with the utmost respect and sincerity when seeking his guidance on Buddhism, could be so ruthless and cunning.
Wailing cries, angry curses, chanting of Buddhist prayers, and the sound of collapsing buildings—all resounded throughout the sacred mountain in an instant.
Li Tianxiong's main body and Blood Shadow clone worked together seamlessly, specifically targeting monks with cultivation within the temple.
His attacks do not aim for grand spectacle, but rather for extreme efficiency and deadly precision, often resulting in a fatal blow and never giving the opponent a chance to resist or escape.
When encountering a group of warrior monks forming a defensive formation, several or even multiple Blood Shadow clones would fearlessly charge forward, forcibly breaking the formation by self-destructing their blood essence, and then other clones would finish them off.
Blood flowed like rivers, and corpses littered the ground.
The golden temple walls were splattered with dark red blood, the solemn Buddha statues looked down on the disciples' tragic deaths, and the wafting sandalwood incense was completely masked by the strong stench of blood.
What was once a peaceful and tranquil Buddhist sanctuary has been transformed into a slaughterhouse in the blink of an eye.
The ordinary believers gathered inside and outside the mountain gate were already terrified by the sudden hellish scene. They fled frantically down the mountain, crying and screaming, trampling countless people. However, Li Tianxiong's blood shadow clone did not attack them, but coldly focused on slaughtering the monks.
After all, it was a grandmaster from the Ninth Heaven who slaughtered them with all his might.
In the blink of an eye, the bells in the Vajra Temple stopped ringing, the chanting ceased, and the defiant Buddhist light and angry shouts quickly faded away, eventually returning to deathly silence.
Hundreds of blood shadow clones completed their mission and, like rivers flowing into the sea, instantly merged into Li Tianxiong's main body.
His blood-red monk's robe was soaked in blood, but his hunched figure stood straight, and the dense blood aura surrounding him slowly subsided.
Without even glancing at the devastated, blood-soaked Vajra Temple below, he moved swiftly and arrived on the ground not far below Li Xijun.
"Thump!"
This Grandmaster of the Ninth Heaven, who had just slaughtered an ancient temple a thousand years ago and whose hands were stained with the lives of hundreds of monks, including the abbot of the Seventh Heaven, suddenly knelt down without warning, his forehead slamming heavily onto the hard, diamond-paved plaza ground!
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
He slammed his head three times in a row, cracking the ground and sending stones flying. The force and sincerity of his actions were astonishing.
"This sinner, Li Tianxiong, kowtows to Your Highness the Crown Prince! Long live Your Highness! Long live Your Highness! Long live Your Highness!"
Li Tianxiong's voice was loud and clear, filled with "excitement" and "regret": "The sinners of the past went astray, coerced by the Blood Fiend Sect, and were truly powerless to resist."
"However, in the hearts of these sinners, they have always admired the king's rule and longed for the imperial court. Half a year ago, they were forcibly abducted by that wicked Buddhist monk, the Undying Venerable King, and forced into the monastery. They chanted scriptures day and night, but this was all in vain. They endured humiliation and hardship, all in anticipation of the arrival of the imperial army!"
He raised his head, his face smeared with blood and dust, but his eyes, "clear" and "fervent," gazed at Li Xijun in the air: "Today, witnessing Your Highness's divine might is like seeing the sun after the clouds have parted!"
"We, the sinners, cannot bear to see Your Highness's precious body defiled by such a filthy Buddhist temple, nor can we bear to see Your Highness's holy name tarnished by slaughter."
"Therefore, we have taken it upon ourselves to eliminate these stubborn and treacherous rebels for Your Highness. All the sins lie with the criminals themselves, and have nothing to do with Your Highness!"
"Now that the traitors of Vajra Temple have been eliminated, the malignant tumor of Buddhism in the Western Regions has been eradicated."
"This sinful subject is willing to use this crippled body and this meager cultivation to serve Your Highness and the Great Xia Dynasty from now on."
"To serve Your Highness, to be your henchman and lackey, I would go through fire and water, even unto death!"
"Even if it means facing mountains of knives and seas of fire, Your Highness, at your command, we sinners will not flinch. We only beg Your Highness to have mercy and give us a chance to repent and serve the court!"
He spoke very quickly, yet every word was clear and sincere, perfectly portraying a performance of "enduring humiliation and hardship," "abandoning darkness for light," "sharing the worries of his lord," and "unwavering loyalty." If one hadn't witnessed his ruthless slaughter of his fellow disciples, one would almost believe that he was a loyal and righteous man forced into this situation and yearning for the light.
Li Xijun listened quietly, and the calm and indifferent expression that she had maintained since her appearance was finally broken for the first time.
He shook his head slightly, and then chuckled softly.
The laughter wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Li Tianxiong's ears.
There was little murderous intent in that laughter; instead, it carried a sense of amazement, a playful fascination as if witnessing some kind of "spectacle."
Upon hearing the laughter, Li Tianxiong was initially delighted, thinking there was hope. However, the indifference and aloofness contained in the laughter immediately plunged him into an icy abyss.
He dared not look up, pressing his head even lower, almost embedding it into the shattered diamond floor. His muscles were tense, alarm bells blaring in his mind, and fear was like a venomous snake biting him.
"interesting."
Li Xijun stopped laughing, her gaze falling on the humble, dust-like figure below. Her voice was calm, yet carried a detached indifference, as if looking down upon an ant. "Truly—one cannot underestimate the heroes of the world. Even those not on the Earthly Ranking, those unknown to the world, can have such—'brilliant' characters as you."
Li Tianxiong's heart sank, and he hurriedly kowtowed again, his voice becoming increasingly fearful yet "sincere": "Your Highness, please understand! This sinner dares not call himself a hero, but only begs to serve Your Highness like a dog or a horse!"
"Though the sinners' cultivation is shallow, their advantage lies in their obedience. If His Highness commands them to go east, they would never dare to go west; if His Highness commands them to kill, they would never dare to set fires. They are certainly more loyal and useful than the eunuchs in the palace!"
He deliberately mentioned "eunuch," naturally referring to Eunuch Wei, who was deeply trusted by Li Xijun, in an attempt to elevate his own value through this analogy.
Li Xijun seemed not to hear what he said afterward, and simply sighed to herself, "Li Tianxiong—you really are someone. There's a reason you've lived so long."
Li Tianxiong's fear intensified. He abruptly looked up, his face smeared with blood and a pleading expression. His voice trembled almost imperceptibly, laced with a defiant question: "Your Highness! Why can't you tolerate me? That Grand Eunuch Wei is nothing but a crippled castrated man. Your Highness uses him and entrusts him with important responsibilities!"
"I, Li Tianxiong, may have come from humble beginnings and have a shameful past, but my cultivation at the ninth level of the Heavenly Realm is genuine. Moreover, I can do many dirty, tiring, and shady jobs for Your Highness that Eunuch Wei cannot do."
"Your Highness is destined to be the emperor who rules the world and governs all realms!"
"Can't we have a broad mind that can accept an old dog like me who wants to reform?"
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These words were almost a desperate plea and interrogation, revealing his "survival wisdom" cultivated over hundreds of years and his current despair.
Li Xijun looked at him, her gaze still calm, and slowly began to speak: "When I was young, I read a passage that said there are two great rivers in the world, the Yellow River and the Yangtze River. The Yellow River is muddy, while the Yangtze River is clear. It is said that when a sage appears, the Yellow River will be clear, but when has the Yellow River ever been clear? The Yangtze River irrigates the fertile fields of several provinces on both banks, and the Yellow River also irrigates the fields of several provinces on both banks. Those who govern a country should not use the water differently because it is clear, nor should they neglect it because it is muddy. Only by adapting to the circumstances can we ensure that each river is used to its fullest potential."
Upon hearing this, Li Tianxiong's breathing suddenly quickened, and a strong light of hope burst forth in his cloudy old eyes!
Yellow River? Yangtze River?
Although he had never heard of these two rivers, he understood the metaphor. It meant that both clear and muddy streams could be used, and that he, the "muddy stream," also had a chance.
He was almost moved to tears of joy, and hurriedly said, "Your Highness is wise! Your Highness is truly a born sage ruler! This sinful subject is willing to be the Yellow River's water, though turbid, it can still irrigate the fields—"
However, he didn't finish his sentence.
Li Xijun's voice rang out again, still calm, yet like an ice pick piercing his newly formed fantasy: "But..."
Those two words made Li Tianxiong's heart skip a beat.
"That refers to the Yellow River and the Yangtze River. No matter how muddy the Yellow River is, it is still water, born of heaven and earth, capable of nourishing all things, and therefore usable."
Li Xijun's gaze turned cold and sharp, as if she could see through the filth and poison that had accumulated in Li Tianxiong's soul for hundreds of years. "And you, Li Tianxiong—"
His voice was clear and slow, carrying an undeniable judgment: "While I admire your ability to survive for hundreds of years," in my eyes, you are more like—nuclear wastewater."
Nuclear wastewater?
Li Tianxiong was bewildered; he had never heard of this word before.
But from Li Xijun's eyes and tone, he instantly understood that it was definitely not a good thing.
That was a complete denial, a thousand times more terrifying than "turbid currents".
"It's harmful, filthy, and endlessly toxic waste. Using it for irrigation? That would be a scourge to humanity, causing harm for millennia to come."
Li Xijun gave him one last look, her eyes devoid of any emotion, only indifference. "So, you should just—disappear."
"No—!!!" Li Tianxiong roared in despair and resentment. All his pretense, scheming, and humility turned into the most primal will to survive and madness at this moment.
Knowing there was no hope left, he unleashed a torrent of bloodlust, burning his Ninth Heaven cultivation with all his might, in a final desperate attempt to buy himself even a moment's time and gain a slim chance of escape.
But it was too late.
A hazy, gray sword light, seemingly transcending the concepts of time and space, silently swept across his neck the instant before his roar was uttered and his spiritual power had fully surged.
It is still the Sword of Time and Calamity.
This time, however, Li Xijun controlled it even more skillfully, because the opponent's lifespan was already short, less than fifty years.
All of Li Tianxiong's movements froze instantly.
The madness, despair, and resentment on his face froze, and the last glimmer of light in his eyes quickly faded and died out.
Immediately afterwards, his kneeling body, along with the erupting bloodthirsty spiritual power, like a sand sculpture weathered over millions of years, rapidly disintegrated from the neck where the sword light had grazed it into the finest fragments...
Grayish-white dust drifted and scattered in the blood-scented wind of the sacred mountain.
A Grandmaster of the Ninth Heaven who had lived for nearly seven hundred years, was cautious and timid his whole life, had an unparalleled experience in crushing weaklings, and had just brazenly betrayed and slaughtered an entire temple, vanished into thin air under Li Xijun's casual words and a single sword strike, without even being able to put up a decent resistance.
Li Xijun didn't even bother to watch the process of his complete disappearance.
He looked up at the sky, as if waiting for something.
However, this time, the sky was silent, with no golden light or celestial writings appearing.
The Book of Mortals did not manifest itself to announce Li Tianxiong's death.
Li Xijun raised an eyebrow slightly, then smiled knowingly.
Although Li Tianxiong was a grandmaster, he was not well-known and was not on the list. Moreover, his act of massacring the Vajra Temple was too shocking and difficult to judge. Perhaps even Heaven was too lazy to "endorse" him.
"That saved me some trouble," Li Xijun muttered to himself, then stopped paying attention.
His figure slowly descended onto the central square of the now-ruined, blood-soaked Vajra Temple.
Ignoring the corpses scattered on the ground and the pungent stench of blood, his powerful divine sense spread out like mercury, centered on himself, extending in all directions and into the depths of the earth with utmost detail and patience.
His main purpose in coming here today has remained unchanged: to find the "Bodhi Seed" that may exist and be closely related to the "Indestructible Vajra Body," or any related clues and lineage.
His divine sense swept over the shattered halls, overturned Buddha statues, collapsed scripture pavilions, and stupas containing the relics of eminent monks throughout history. It even penetrated dozens of meters underground, probing for possible secret chambers, underground palaces, and spiritual vein nodes.
Like a most patient treasure hunter, Li Xijun began a thorough search of the Buddhist ruins that had just been ravaged by bloodshed.
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