Chapter 291: Don't Tell Me About Compassion

Exporting demonic energy, the true yuan of the demon flame was greatly dissipated, fine beads of sweat oozed from his handsome face, his face was pale as if he had had been born with a serious illness, he looked at the old monk coldly, and said: "You don't have other thoughts, if you dare to escape, I will kill all the people in the village, and every day in the future, I will kill one person, and those people will die because of you." ”

The old monk frowned and recited: "Amitabha." He said, "Don't worry, I'm not leaving." ”

Hearing this, Demon Yan breathed a sigh of relief, sat down weakly with his knees crossed, adjusted his body, and rested.

The old monk sat down, looked at him, and said, "Your conscience is not clear, and your good roots are not extinguished, why don't you put down the butcher's knife and turn back to the shore?"

Mo Yan frowned, and a sense of anger came out of his heart, and said, "Shut up, don't talk to me, Dongjing, you have killed more people than me, don't tell me about mercy, you are not qualified." ”

"Demon Yan, you are not incurable, as long as you are dedicated to goodness and reform yourself, you can also start over. The old monk was not angry and continued to preach with him.

Demon Yan opened his eyes mockingly, and said sarcastically: "Restarting the demon can also start again, isn't your heavenly way unable to tolerate the demon, and the demon can also become a human and a god."

The old monk said: "Whether it is a demon or a human, as long as the heart is kind, what is the difference?"

Demon Yan suddenly burned anger in his heart, turned around suddenly, viciously grabbed the old monk's neck, and said angrily: "When you led your troops to destroy the Demon Realm, where was the mercy you said When you slaughtered the people of the Demon Clan, when your hands were stained with the blood of the Demon Clan, where is your kindness, there is no difference between you and me at this time, hypocrisy, disgusting"

The old monk looked at him calmly, his hands were still folded in front of his chest, and said: "Back then, Yan Gu ruled the demon world and pursued the style of a gentleman, but this kind of rule soon ushered in a split, the demon clan was divided internally, and a part of the demon clan flocked to the world, and the three realms did not invade each other, this is the rule of the Three Realms, the demons disturbed the world, killed countless people, and the heavenly realm sent troops to kill, but the demons were to blame, no wonder others." ”

"Nonsense, nonsense, there are a few people in the world who have not killed others, you dare to say that the heavenly soldiers have never killed innocents, you dare to say that there are no people who kill people in human beings, why do some of the sins of the demon race have to be borne by the entire demon race, as you said, it was a war provoked by some demons, but there is also a part of the remaining people, why in the end, the entire demon race was destroyed," Mo Yan asked angrily.

Demon Yan's questioning, the old monk's eyes dimmed, it was indeed some demons who provoked the war back then, but with the evolution of the war, the dispute of power, it was no longer just the war of gods and demons, but the competition for royal power, and the final demise of the demon clan was actually a victim of a change of power, a scapegoat.

But he could not say any of this, because the events of that year were the shame of his life, which made him dream back at midnight, his conscience was tormented, and his soul could never rest in peace.

The sins on his body were something he could never repay, so after the battle between gods and demons was over, he saw the truth clearly, he felt disgusted with the heavenly realm, human nature, and himself, and gave up the dispute with the Eastern Court, gave up the right in the heavenly realm, hid incognito between the mountains and wilderness, fell into the empty door forever, and repented of his past sins.

"Amitabha" The old monk said the Buddha call in a heavy voice and closed his eyes in pain.

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