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Nie Rong paused, questioning whether this was not just sophistry.
Qin Feng suddenly asked, "What about the monks in your temple? Where are they?"
The old monk turned his gaze to Qin Feng, his tone calm. "They have already comprehended the true essence of Buddhism, akin to ancestors sacrificing flesh to feed eagles, offering themselves to demons. They have gone to the Western Paradise to attain Buddhahood."
The crowd twitched at the corners of their mouths, their faces turning pale. The notion of offering oneself to demons was nothing but being devoured by them, wasn't it?
"Are you sure they did so willingly?" Nie Rong asked in a deep voice.
The old monk nodded. "Of course, they were so happy at the time that they cried."
Everyone exchanged strange glances at the old monk. Was this old fellow out of his mind? Surely they weren't crying out of fear?
Outside, the howling wind blew in, carrying the stench of dead demons into the hall. This made the atmosphere here considerably eerie, causing a chill to creep into their hearts; they no longer wanted to stay.
Han Qing quietly approached Nie Rong and whispered, "Nie Bo Bo, should we leave? This place feels a bit sinister."
Nie Rong nodded slightly; he too felt inclined to leave. He immediately addressed the old monk, "We apologize for the disturbance; we shall take our leave."
However, the old monk shook his head. "You cannot leave. You have killed my disciples; you must stay and take their place as my disciples."
The crowd's expressions changed drastically; it was not going to be that easy to leave.
"You should know my identity. I am here on imperial orders. Aren't you afraid the court will send someone after us?" Nie Rong frowned and spoke coldly.
The old monk fell silent, merely gazing at them with an enigmatic look.
Suddenly, the shattered door began to rapidly restore itself and then closed shut. It looked as if it had never been broken at all.
Everyone was taken aback. How was this possible? Could it be that this old monk was truly a demon?
"Brother Qin, do you know what's going on? Is this old monk even human?" Ning Caichen hurriedly looked towards Qin Feng.
With this reminder, everyone turned their attention to Qin Feng. Yes, he should know.
Qin Feng smiled lightly. "It's simple; we are currently in someone else's Illusion realm."
"Illusion?" Everyone exchanged puzzled glances, unsure of what that meant.
The old monk's face changed for the first time as he fixed his gaze on Qin Feng.
With a thought, Qin Feng summoned the Killing Qi Sword, which flew out of its sheath and slashed towards the roof.
A crack appeared in the air, quickly collapsing in on itself.
Nie Rong and the others felt a blur before their eyes, and when they regained their senses, they were horrified to discover that they were standing amidst ruins. The remnants of Jiuhua Temple lay in shambles around them.
"What is happening?"
Everyone exclaimed, nervously looking around; it was all too bizarre.
The old monk stood not far away, but now dark wisps of energy surrounded him. His face was covered in black markings, making him look utterly sinister—no longer resembling a monk at all.
"You actually broke my Buddha Country's divine power," the old monk glared at Qin Feng fiercely.
Qin Feng was taken aback for a moment before sneering, "Is that it? Buddha Country? You must be joking! It's just a minor illusion."
The old monk's anger flared at those words. "How dare you belittle my divine power! I have changed my mind; you must die! You are unworthy to be my disciple."
Qin Feng let out a cold laugh and reached out to grasp the Killing Qi Sword that had fallen into his hand. "Is that so? I want to see how you plan to kill me."
With that, he stepped forward toward the old monk.
The old monk's gaze shifted to the Killing Qi Sword, revealing a hint of trepidation in his eyes.
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