In the last years of the Tang Dynasty, evil cultivation was rampant among the world, and there were even more great evils in the world that human blood had been sacrificed to their own cultivation......

Puning Temple.

A little monk was sweeping the floor in the courtyard, his name was Shi Cong, and he was a little monk who had just entered the empty door. Shi Cong was originally an ordinary child in a small village at the foot of Puning Mountain, but because of the existence of an evil cultivator, the people in this village were brutally killed and sucked blood.

Shi Cong escaped with his life because he was herding cattle in the mountains at the time.

Fortunately, the abbot of Puning Monastery was merciful and took him into the temple and gave him the Dharma name, Shicong......

Shi Cong is not smart, and he can even be said to be a little wooden, but there is one thing that makes his brothers and sisters like him very much, that is, he is very diligent. Shi Cong was reluctant to read Buddhist scriptures, preferring to clean the mountain gate in the mountain road against the cold wind. For him, everything on the mountain is much more interesting than those profound and complicated Buddhist scriptures.

This sweep is twenty years.

For 20 years, Shi Cong has been sweeping the floor of Puning Temple, for some reason, he does not often read Buddhist scriptures, but he can often sweep the floor, and realize some Buddhist principles hidden in Buddhist scriptures.

There are tens of millions of people in the world, and there are thousands of paths, and the abbot said that what Shi Cong cultivates is bowing his head to Zen.

Look only at the filth at your feet, and sweep away the filth at your feet to leave a clear pure land. Although this method is stupid and slow, it is extremely suitable for Shi Cong.

Soon, many people knew that there was a hidden sweeping monk in Puning Temple, so the incense in Puning Temple actually increased......

After a few more years, the old abbot passed away, and although Shi Cong didn't quite understand why he was the stupidest himself to take the abbot's place, he did not refuse.

Shi Cong, who became the abbot, still holds a broom every day and sweeps the mountain gate in the mountain wind, but the difference is that the pilgrims who pass by him have a touch of piety and reverence on their faces.

If the days passed like this, Shi Cong might also be like the old abbot, leaving in the reluctant eyes of his disciples and pilgrims, and then he would be molded into a golden body, standing behind the Buddhist hall, and being baptized by Buddhist scriptures every day.

However, it did not ......

On a dawning morning, Shi Cong, as usual, picked up his broom early in the morning and walked to the gate of the mountain.

The weather was not too cold that day, so Shi Cong's movements were very fast, and he cleaned the mountain road, and he was ready to go back to the temple and start presiding over today's morning meeting.

Today is the day of a certain Buddha's enlightenment, so there will be a lot of pilgrims coming to the incense, so today's morning fast must be more prepared, Shi Cong thought.

Shi Cong didn't expect that the first 'pilgrim' today was actually the person who had changed his life......

Back then, the evil cultivator who once slaughtered Shi Cong's village!

His name is Wang Ji, and he is a cultivator who has practiced for many years but has suffered from talent. By chance, he obtained the evil technique of practicing blood, and quickly succeeded in cultivating this blood method.

At the beginning, there was too much blood needed to practice blood, but Wang Ji had a way.

So many people in the world have to go through birth, old age, sickness and death, and it is completely useless for them to live in the world, so why not become a stepping stone on my cultivation path?

So, however, Wang Ji did not dare to slaughter in the big cities, and only dared to target some small villages. Shi Cong's hometown is one of those small villages......

After many years, Shi Cong is no longer a child, but the abbot of a temple. On the other hand, Wang Ji is no longer an unknown little evil cultivator, his target is no longer those small villages, but some special places...... For example - temples!

It is difficult to enter the temple, because there is a righteous qi in the temple, and there is a Buddha nature that lasts forever. Therefore, even if the evil cultivators are in dire need of blood for the sacrifice, they will naturally avoid the temple.

However, once the evil cultivator has cultivated to a certain level, he will no longer be afraid of the righteousness and Buddha nature in the temple, on the contrary, these things will become more nourishing things than the blood qi.

Wang Ji is like that.

Although Wang Ji has been hunted down by the righteous for decades, with this evil method, all the decent people who hunted him down have died under his hands. However, Wang Ji was not satisfied, he was still slaughtering more living beings and raising more evil spirits.

He believes that one day, he will be able to stand at the top of the world with this evil spirit!

And the desire for Buddha-nature was discovered by him after he killed a high monk by chance. It turns out that the power of compassion can nourish the development of evil spirits!

Puning Temple is the goal he has been looking at for a long time, and the one he attaches the most importance to is the legendary monk who practices bowing his head Zen - Shi Cong!

The sound of Buddha began to sound in Puning Temple, and many pilgrims entered Puning Temple, Wang Ji hid among the pilgrims and did not move, because he knew that Shi Cong was not there now......

Where did Shi Cong go? He was on the mountain path and told some of the old but still devout pilgrims about what he had recently realized, and helped them carry some of the heavier salutes.

When Shi Cong returned to Puning, a faint Buddhist voice sounded...... This is just the beginning.

Shi Cong did not bathe, nor did he change clothes, but simply put on a plain robe and sat on the first place of the lecture. The sound of Buddha wafted out of Shi Cong's mouth, although Shi Cong was contaminated with a lot of earthly fireworks, but he just had a sense of detachment. Out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons, Shi Cong, just like a pure lotus.

Just when all the pilgrims were amazed by the young abbot, a strong murderous aura enveloped the entire Buddhist hall.

Wang Ji has finally begun to make a move.

Wang Ji's target was Shi Cong, but he didn't kill Shi Cong directly.

Shi Cong was nailed to the Buddha statue by Wang Ji with four long nails, and blood flowed along the Buddha statue, forming two rivers of blood.

Then Wang Ji began to do it. The evil of evil cultivation is perfectly displayed in Wang Ji's body, and Shi Cong's Buddha nature is not of much help to him, but if the Buddha nature of a person like Shi Cong is transformed into an evil nature......

Shi Cong saw the pilgrim who was helped up the mountain by himself, and fell in front of him in despair...... The little apprentice who had grown up with him since he was a child, he had just learned to recite a complete Buddhist scripture, and like now, that Buddhist scripture was in his arms, stained with blood......

There is also the innocent little girl, with pigtails, although she was protected by her parents, she was cut off by the man with a knife and her parents...... The girls who went up the mountain to ask for a marriage for themselves...... They probably won't see their husbands anymore......

Shi Cong wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn't, two lines of blood and tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, he looked at the sound of continuous killing, and for the first time in his heart, a murderous intent quietly appeared......

Shi Cong's blood flowed along the feet of the Buddha statue, and the blood of the people who kept falling kept adding to the two rivers of blood, and the blood rivers became thicker and wider......

In the last second, the Buddha hall surrounded by the sound of Buddha has become a purgatory on earth......

Shi Cong has cultivated meditation for a lifetime, how have he ever seen such a scene? The Buddha nature accumulated over the years suddenly collapsed in his heart......

Finally... What is a Buddha? If you can't appear when sentient beings are suffering, what qualifications do you have to be called a Buddha?

O Buddha, come and see! They are all such devout believers! But why do you ...... Shi Cong raised his head and looked at the Buddha statue with compassion high on it.

The Buddha statue sticks to a small flower, in the eyes of Shi Cong, such a mockery......

In front of the Buddha, there is an endless sea of blood...... Flowing through the sea of blood is the Buddha...... But are there any Buddhas who are willing to go back into the sea of blood? No! No, those Buddhas will only say with false kindness: "All living beings are suffering." ”

Shi Cong clenched his teeth, a stream of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his tongue was bitten off by him and chewed into his abdomen...... From this moment on, Shi Cong decided that he would not be chanting Buddha......

......

"Dare to cultivate evilly, and dare to make trouble!" A shout came from outside the Buddha Hall, and then a figure stepping on the fairy sword floated into the Buddha Hall.

The person who came was a young Taoist, full of spirit, his hair was tied with an ebony hairpin, and he was wearing a dark Taoist robe, shouting loudly at Wang Ji.

"Ji Ji ......" Wang Ji held a child's head in his hand and licked it greedily on the head: "Daomen people......?

"As long as I can kill you here, it's not too late. The Taoist said, and a rune full of mysteries appeared in his hand, and shot towards Wang Ji.

When Shi Cong heard the words of the Taoist, his body shook.......

Wang Ji's figure dodged, and suddenly changed color: "Are you ...... Heavenly Court spokesperson?"

"Exactly. The Taoist replied, "Why don't you catch it quickly?"

"Boom. Wang Ji didn't flinch in the slightest: "I heard that the spokesperson of the Heavenly Court this session is a descendant of Jiang Taigong...... I don't know what it feels like to have Jiang Taigong's blood. ”

"Arrogance!" The Taoist pulled out the ebony hairpin on his bun, and the ebony hairpin flashed with golden light and turned into a golden long whip: "Then come and taste the taste of our family's whip!"

The Taoist jumped down from the immortal sword, waved the whip in his hand, and pressed Wang Ji step by step.

Legend has it that if you are whipped by the gods, it will be a god and soul will be destroyed! Although I don't know how much of the divine power that this person can wield the whip of the gods...... However, Wang Ji is absolutely unwilling to prove it with his own body.

"Bone Sacrifice Method!" Wang Ji waved his hand, manipulating the corpse he had slaughtered on the ground and blocking it in front of him.

"Evil magic is useless to me!" The power of the divine whip in the hands of the Taoist man did not decrease, and he swept away those corpses with one whip......

Shi Cong, who was on top of the Buddha statue, once again flowed a stream of blood from the corner of his mouth......

Shi Cong lowered his head and stared at the figure of the Taoist who kept waving the whip.

"It turns out that in your eyes, we are such worthless props?"

"If so...... So you ...... Damn it......"