Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

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When they first met, she was running grandly toward the sunlight.

At the end, she attended her finery and took her own life in front of the dressing mirror.

If he had a choice, Shen Hui would rather he had never met her, with no beginning, there would be no end.

Perhaps then, she could have accepted the fate that was not hers to choose.

Like a ruin, she could have lived on.

At this moment, the shadows of yellow leaves falling on the windows of the Buddha Hall were growing denser.

Suddenly, a yellow leaf fluttered in through a crack in the grand doors of the Buddha Hall, and the bloodstained woman named Chun Ya in Sheng Ye's mind suddenly opened her eyes.

She pulled out a pair of scissors, sliced open her chest and abdomen, and took out a still-throbbing, steaming heart.

"Shen Hui, my heart, all for you!"

"Your sect, in order to cut your worldly ties, colluded with the Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple to have the Bai Family force me into suicide. How long will you deceive yourself!"

"You coward, why won't you help me take revenge."

"I…I hurt so much~ You know, I…I've always hated pain~"

The woman in his mind holding the heart was approaching step by step, walking toward Shen Hui.

"No! No! It's not like this, Chun Ya, I've looked into it, it was the Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple; they somehow learned of my affairs and to strike at my Buddhist heart, that's why they did this."

"They want to plant in me a shadow that can never be erased in this lifetime."

Suddenly, Shen Hui's facial expression twisted, and he couldn't help but roar in pain and anger in his mind.

"Who are you, who are you, you're not Chun Ya!"

"I am not Chun Ya? Then kill me, Shen! Hui! Master!"

"That's right, you are a Buddha's Disciple from Mount Daguangming, but what am I?"

The woman in his mind began to puncture her own body sporadically with scissors, "Shen Hui, if you didn't love me, why did you save me from those ghostly beings that day."

"You saved me, but you also destroyed my virtue; you all killed me!!!"

"That ghostly being's spell before its death was too evil; I, the poor monk…"

"No, it's not right!"

"What on earth are you! You are definitely not Chun Ya!"

At this moment, Shen Hui's years of Buddhist cultivation started to ripple in warning.

He quickly sat down cross-legged, silently chanting the Heart Sutra, trying to cut off the demons in his heart.

Just then, a huge black skull of smoke suddenly emerged from the fallen yellow leaf that had entered the Buddha Hall, entering into Shen Hui's body.

Buddhist and demonic thoughts began to clash within Shen Hui.

In the solemn and dignified Qinglan Buddha Hall, even the light began to flicker uncertainly, casting a thick shadow over the giant Buddha statue above the spacious Lotus Pond.

The Buddha statue seemed to smile, a smile tinged with a hint of malice.

"The Mortal World is like a prison; where is the Tathagata Buddha!"

A strange whisper echoed endlessly from Qinglan Buddha Hall.

"The Mortal World is like a prison; where is the Tathagata Buddha!"

"Shen Hui has wronged me!"

"Shen Hui, I'm in so much pain, save me!"

"Shen Hui, kill them, avenge me, or I won't rest in death!"

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At this moment,

Under the night sky, a Taoist's deep singing resonated in the heavens.

"Don't cry, my dearest love."

"Tonight, I will bloom like a flower."

"To wilt at the peak of beauty, your tears unable to revive what's wilted."

"Don't cry, my dearest love."

"Know that I shall not wake again."

"…"

This Taoist, who was hastening toward Kutuo Temple across the sky, was undoubtedly Yi Chen.

While on his way, he happened to see a village staging an opera performance; out of boredom, Yi Chen decided to watch for a bit.

Thanks to his ability to spark learning with but a hint, the various theatrical cultures of Central Continent now thrived with vigorous life.

For instance, the play he watched today was quite interesting.

A story about a monk who while pursuing ghostly beings, accidentally discovered one possessed a farmer's daughter, leading to an unintended session in the sheets, a love doomed, and the girl ultimately being forced to her death interwoven with complicated interests—a melodramatic story that Yi Chengzi quite admired, and he even rewarded the troupe with two hundred taels of silver, playing the role of the top patron for once.

"Hey, get to work, get to work!"

Gazing at the distant grand Buddhist Temple, Yi Chen stopped singing, a flash of murderous intent suddenly appearing in his eyes.

The Grim Reaper was about to collect.

This Kutuo Temple had previously provided shelter to the Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple, utterly disrespecting him, Yi Chengzi; he simply had to deal with them.

Beneath the night sky, a fog abruptly arose.

Kutuo Temple suddenly found itself engulfed in shadows.

Fearsome poetry suddenly reverberated through the mountains.

"Reputation fills the body, slander fills the heart, kill, kill, kill, as the halberd dances across the Mortal World, renown spreading in all directions!"

"Like fluff, one travels alone, cut, cut, cut, as World-Shaking Pure Yang, the Taoist path walked alone!"

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