"My Buddha is merciful. This humble monk observes that the karma of killing and sin upon the benefactor is heavy. Would you not grant this humble monk a meritorious deed?"
Wuchen, the young monk, had an expression of compassion, his hands clasped together.
"Pah! Just say you want my life directly. Being near vermilion makes one red, near ink makes one black. You've learned quite a lot from those sanctimonious types," Ye Yu chuckled.
"Amitabha."
Wuchen, the young monk, directly used his mental abilities to levitate, his legs crossed in mid-air.
The Buddhist beads around his neck pulsed with the sutras he chanted, and waves of mental energy transformed into swastikas that entered Ye Yu's mind.
"Namo hrudaya... "
A sound like a mosquito buzzing by his ear suddenly rang out in Ye Yu's mind, stirring a sense of irritation.
The young monk Wuchen was now going all out, sparing no effort in dealing with Ye Yu.
Chu Ning, seeing Ye Yu hugging his head and roaring at seemingly empty space, felt a sense of relief.
At the same time, Chu Ning gained a deeper understanding of Wuchen's abilities. This was too powerful.
To be so young yet possess such formidable strength explained why Young Master Yun often kept him by his side.
The destructive power of mental abilities was immense. Even if Ye Yu could copy them, copying didn't instantly grant him immense mental strength.
Copying an ability merely replicated the ability itself; it still required step-by-step cultivation.
Too much at once would be indigestible. Ye Yu selectively chose what to cultivate.
In a daze, Ye Yu seemed to hear the voices of those he had killed before, taunting him, saying his fate would soon be the same as theirs.
"Begone!!!"
But Ye Yu couldn't shake them off. His enemies kept appearing before him.
"Ah!!!"
To the outside world, Ye Yu suddenly went mad, his eyes red as if possessed.
At this moment, the dragon markings on Ye Yu's body seemed to sense his danger, and a trace of coolness flowed into his mind.
Wuchen, the young monk, suddenly frowned and struck his wooden fish.
The thudding sound made even Chu Ning feel uncomfortable, his heart feeling as if it were being struck.
Chu Ning quickly retreated, leaving the battle entirely to Wuchen.
Zhao Yunhai, drinking his juice, watched Wuchen on the video, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.
The young monk had finally grown and could now do things for him.
Ye Yu, who was on the verge of regaining his senses, was once again drawn into Wuchen's Buddhist teachings, becoming lost in them.
Seeing Ye Yu unable to extricate himself, Wuchen was greatly pleased and chanted the scriptures with even more fervor.
The dragon markings seemed anxious, frequently influencing Ye Yu, causing him to regain consciousness intermittently.
Thus, the struggle between Wuchen and the dragon markings left Ye Yu oscillating between madness and calm.
This placed a burden on Ye Yu, akin to a computer's CPU running at overload, operating under extreme pressure.
Zhao Yunhai observed this phenomenon and directly tossed a scale to Si Jin Yan, saying, "Give this to Wuchen. He'll know what to do."
Si Jin Yan received the scale with both hands and bowed, "Your subordinate will go at once."
"You all protect Young Master Yun well," Si Jin Yan instructed his team members before quickly running into the depths of the flower sea.
To deal with a golden finger, one needed a golden finger oneself.
Zhao Yunhai intended to visit Ye Yu before his death, and coincidentally, acquire Ye Yu's abilities.
The dragon markings and the scale combined formed the true golden finger. Unfortunately, Ye Yu only possessed half, making him even less of a match for Wuchen.
Wuchen, with his innate Buddhist heart and the aid of mental abilities, was like a fish in water.
Si Jin Yan appeared below Wuchen and tossed the scale up, "Young Master Yun asked me to give this to you."
Wuchen opened his eyes, caught the scale, and looked at the red light emanating from it, then at Ye Yu with a thoughtful expression.
"This humble monk understands."
Seeing that Wuchen understood, Si Jin Yan quickly departed; this was no place to linger.
Meanwhile, the Phantom Butterfly, possessing a sliver of sentience, observed Wuchen and Ye Yu from the shadows, refraining from attacking.
The Phantom Butterfly acted on instinct, waiting for both to be weakened before striking to kill all the humans who had intruded into its territory.
Wuchen, the young monk, had not forgotten the Phantom Butterfly. After he made his move, the Phantom Butterfly seemed to have vanished, only to be hiding in the shadows, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.
However, Wuchen the young monk remained focused on dealing with Ye Yu. The Phantom Butterfly was a gift Young Master Yun wanted for his mother, so it was naturally up to the boss to handle it.
If you can lie down, lie down. If you can be a salted fish, be a salted fish. Never look for trouble.
This was a profound saying taught to him by Wang Fan.
Although a bit unconventional, Wuchen found it quite reasonable.
When Ye Yu regained clarity, he thought of escaping. When he fell into madness, he remained in place, fighting with those "enemies."
Gradually, Ye Yu's enemies dwindled, leaving only Chu Ning.
However, Ye Yu saw Chu Ning right before him, yet the killing intent in his heart had vanished.
Something was wrong!
This was very wrong.
Ye Yu's heart burned with rage, even cursing himself, "Hurry up and act, you useless wretch!"
Wuchen, the young monk, directly channeled his mental energy into the scale. With the scale interfering, the dragon markings also became somewhat ineffective.
"The sea of suffering is boundless, turn back and reach the shore. Lay down your butcher's knife, and you will become a Buddha."
A Buddhist phrase full of wisdom from Wuchen exploded in Ye Yu's mind.
Ye Yu's last shred of intention to act vanished.
"Homage... homage... homage to my Buddha."
Ye Yu opened his eyes. Though his gaze was clear, it held a hint of emptiness.
"I take refuge in Buddha."
Wuchen appeared before Ye Yu at some unknown time. "I am Buddha."
"My Buddha."
Seeing Wuchen, Ye Yu looked as if he saw a true Buddha, bowing to Wuchen with profound reverence.
No matter how powerful Ye Yu's methods or how many abilities he possessed, he could not withstand Wuchen's specialization in a single mental ability.
This was the principle of trying to digest too much at once. Of course, if Ye Yu had had more time to assimilate his other abilities, he might have become an all-around powerhouse.
But there were no "ifs." Reality was cruel. Once ensnared, waking up was not easy.
If Wuchen were the villain, perhaps Ye Yu could have counterattacked with his protagonist's halo.
But Wuchen was also a protagonist, one who emerged even earlier than Ye Yu.
Zhao Yunhai, witnessing this scene, couldn't help but laugh heartily. "As expected of Wuchen!"
"Congratulations, Young Master Yun, on gaining another capable general."
Si Jin Yan had always known that Young Master Yun was grooming Wuchen and the others. He also had a good impression of Wuchen and was happy to see him so strong.
The next second, Si Jin Yan saw Young Master Yun vanish from his chair.
In the depths of the flower sea, Wuchen wasn't surprised to see his boss instantly appear before him.
"Boss, I have completed the task."
"Well done."
After offering encouragement, Zhao Yunhai looked at Ye Yu, who was devoutly and fervently devoted to Wuchen the young monk.
"Your name is Ye Yu."
"Mm."
Ye Yu had taken refuge in Buddhism and become Wuchen's follower, but his intelligence remained intact.
After a brief conversation, the Super Doubling Template activated.
[Ten Thousand]
It was actually ten thousand times.