Looking at the old man in a rough linen robe approaching, Ye Wushuang frowned slightly, a look of surprise flashed across his face.
He felt a strong solemn aura from the old man, which allowed him to recognize at a glance that what the other man was practicing was a Buddhist technique; but strangely, in that solemn aura, he also sensed a dark aura.
An almost evil black mist lingers.
Even, vaguely, he seemed to be able to hear the wailing screams of countless wronged souls from the old man.
This was very strange, completely different from all the Buddhist monks he had encountered in his previous life.
"Amitabha! Your Excellency is Ye Wushuang, Ye Donor, right?"
Dejue stamped his feet in the void and floated above where Chu Xiaoao had fallen. His expression was calm, his face was smiling, he clasped his hands together and spoke lightly.
"It's me!"
Ye Wushuang did not hesitate, nodded slightly, and immediately asked: "Which sect of the Western Desert are you a monk from?"
Back then, as the Unparalleled Sword Emperor, he once went to the Western Desert in order to seize the Unparalleled Divine Sword. It was his first and last trip to the Western Desert.
But at that time, he did have some understanding of the Buddhist country in the West Desert.
As far as he knew, in the vast Western Desert, the Buddhist family was the only one, calling itself the Buddhist Kingdom. There were no other sects, but they were divided into two sects, the north and the south.
The Southern Sect talks about overcoming oneself, while the Northern Sect talks about overcoming others. Although they are different, they are very similar. After practicing, one's aura will be solemn, and evil spirits will not be able to invade. It is impossible to be surrounded by black energy, let alone evil thoughts!
"Amitabha, Lao Nanzong Dejue, has met the donor Ye!"
Dejue said lightly with a smile on his lips.
Hearing this, Ye Wushuang immediately grinned and said: "No wonder you are so small-minded, but you are practicing Hinayana Buddhism to save yourself! However, the monks of your Southern Sect talk about saving yourself, not others, so they generally don't say
Do you like to live in seclusion and practice, why did you come all the way to this Eastern Wasteland?"
Buddhist monks have always lived in the Western Desert and rarely come out of the world; and because Buddhism and martial arts are very different, the Buddhist Kingdom in the Western Desert is incompatible with the hundreds of millions of warriors in the Far North, Eastern Wasteland, Southern Xinjiang, and even Zhongzhou.
There are even fights.
Therefore, there are almost no warriors on the Tianjian Continent who are involved with the Western Desert monk; even when he was the Peerless Sword Emperor and traveled around the world, he had never been to the Western Desert.
If it hadn't been for the ancient secret realm containing the unparalleled divine sword that later appeared in the Western Desert, he might never have set foot on that strange land in his life.
But now, in the Eastern Wasteland, which is thousands of miles away from the West Desert, not only people from the West Desert Buddhist Kingdom have appeared, but two people have appeared at once. Both of them have abandoned the teachings of Buddhism and started killing indiscriminately. It is really weird!
"Although most of those who practice Buddhism like to meditate, they also practice asceticism. And Lao Monk, traveling thousands of miles across the Heavenly Sword to come here in the Eastern Wilderness, can be regarded as one of the ascetic practices, and it is just a kind of practicing Buddhism."
Dejue explained, then said no more, and instead asked: "I dare to ask, donor Ye, but in Qingyun City, did you kill a Buddhist monk?"
"Qingyun City?"
Ye Wushuang was startled, then laughed: "That guy with such a sinister spirit and using Taoist techniques, could he be with you?"
Hearing this, Dejue was not angry. Instead, he still smiled kindly and introduced softly: "His monastic name is Deqing, and he is Lao Na's junior brother!"
"Your junior brother?"
Ye Wushuang raised his eyebrows and sneered as if he suddenly realized: "No wonder I feel that although you have pure aura, you are also covered with evil. It turns out you are from the same family as that guy."
"However, I am very curious. You are obviously a monk and practice Buddhism. But between you two brothers, one is a Taoist sect and the other is full of yin. They are both nondescript and evil.
The pure energy is completely different. Could it be that in addition to the northern and southern sects of Western Desert Buddhism, there is a new sect?"
"No!"
Dejue shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "The exercises are innocent, so how can we distinguish between good and evil? It's just that those who use the exercises must distinguish between good and evil."
"Then are you good or evil?"
"Although I have left Buddhism for many years, I have always maintained a Buddhist heart and am naturally based on kindness!"
"What a good person!"
Ye Wushuang suddenly shouted loudly and sneered: "Since he is doing good, I would like to ask, as an emperor, Chu Xiaoao is stupid and unscrupulous, harsh on the people, and kills innocent people indiscriminately. Why did the master just save such a sinner?"
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"As a monk, you should always take care of yourself, keep your kindness in mind, sweep the floor for fear of killing ants, and cherish the moths and gauze lamps!"
Dejue retorted: "Although the Emperor of Chu went astray, our Buddha is compassionate and pays attention to putting down the butcher's knife and turning around. Now that he has lost the throne, paid the price for his mistakes, and has a heart of repentance, why should the donor Ye be so different?"
Do you want to kill them all?"
"Then your junior brother, as a disciple of the Buddhist Kingdom, helped Qi Shengtian massacre Qingyun City and killed more than 600,000 living beings. Is it because of your Buddha's mercy?"
"Amitabha!"
After hearing this, Dejue still looked calm and defended with a smile: "Life is short, and people in the world come here just to atone for their sins. My junior brother is just giving them a gift to help them reach bliss early.
Why not?"
"On the contrary, Donor Ye, you, relying on a little talent, are unscrupulous, showing off your superiority, and bullying the weak. You should convert as soon as possible and accumulate merit!"
"You people from the Buddhist country are as shameless as ever!"
As soon as these words came out, Ye Wushuang suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed and said: "The breath is shrouded in black mist, the ghosts of injustice are screaming all around, you are covered with indescribable evil, and your hands are full of blood. How can you lick your face and say that you
Good-based?"
"Aiding the evil deeds, ignoring the suffering of all sentient beings, despising the world's living beings, killing indiscriminately, and staining the earth with blood, how can you have the nerve to say that I, the Buddha, are compassionate here?"
Two consecutive words of scolding, full of anger, resounded throughout the beast mountain, and the lingering sound lasted for a long time.
Even Ye Wushuang, who has always been calm and calm, heard Dejue's words, his blood surged and his anger surged to the sky.
He aided the tyrants and harmed the people, but this guy is still here. How can he be so righteous and compassionate?
Simply, so shameless!
"Amitabha!"
Dejue was still lifeless. Instead, he softly recited a Buddha's name and said with a chuckle: "As the saying goes, the cycle of cause and effect, sowing all causes, reaps all results! Whatever I do, whether it is right or wrong, will be judged by heaven, so I won't bother Ye.
The donor is very upset."
"I came here just for one thing!"
"What's the matter?"
"For my junior brother Deqing, let me get rid of my obsessions and send Donor Ye to heaven!"
"You said so many words, so you want to kill me?"
Hearing this, Ye Wushuang shook his head slightly, picked up the broken knife, pointed at Dejue from a distance, and sneered: "However, I am not interested in your so-called Pure Land of Bliss, so you better go."
"Then there is no room for the donor!"
Dejue narrowed his eyes and waved his palm directly to hand it out.
Whoa...
In an instant, a golden light illuminated the void; a giant palm of a hundred meters emerged, majestic and majestic, and crushed it down!
