Chapter 199 Pure Land, a Raft for Salvation

The massive influx of information and the immense pressure on her soul.

The black-robed man couldn't help but groan, covering his mouth and staggering backward. Blood seeped from between his fingers, as if a giant drill was boring into his brain, causing intense pain and a blurring of his vision.

The young monk before him remained calm.

The Buddhist light was as steady as ever.

The black-robed man paused, then reached out, his fingers slightly spread, and retrieved the ancient scroll from the ground. "Daoyan, this is what you want. Now I can give it to you, and you can take these people and leave."

"I will never attack you again."

The young monk raised an eyebrow, glanced at the scroll, and said, "A good bargain."

"But you've miscalculated one thing."

"This poor monk does indeed want that book, but a book is just an inanimate object."

He said calmly, "In the eyes of a Buddhist disciple, even Shakyamuni's relics are not as important as the person behind me. Besides, an expert from the Divine Land has already arrived. Demon, I'd like to see what you're going to do?"

"The one who comes possesses a thick aura, rare in all the world, with vast supernatural powers and unparalleled cultivation!"

"Even in these past few hundred years, I have not seen many like him."

"When he arrives, you will know your fate."

"This poor monk will thank him for saving my life then."

"But for now..."

Daoyan put his palms together, his expression solemn. "Amitabha... do you know what is Pure Land?"

"Hmm?!"

With the monk as the center, a Buddhist light spread, eventually transforming into a domain filled with pure Buddhist light, enveloping all the ordinary people behind him. The sound of Buddhist chanting was peaceful, lulling these ordinary people into a slumber, while the young monk's expression remained calm, his eyes slightly lowered.

As the crowd slept, the Buddhist monk, who had seemed so gentle and serene, became instantly sharp.

"My Pure Land Sect and the Chan Sect, and Longhu Mountain, are merely disputes over the orthodox lineage of the Divine Land!"

"What are you?"

"How dare you compare yourself to us?!"

The monk sneered a few times, chanting a Buddhist verse.

"All forms are a sea of suffering, an endless cycle of sinking."

"Pure Land is a temporary respite, a raft for universal salvation."

Only now was the fundamental great dharma that the black-robed monk cultivated fully revealed. He stood before the Pure Land behind him, and the many alluring illusions that had been cast upon these ordinary people were now cast upon the young monk, as if bearing the obsessions and desires of those people upon himself, his expression calm.

"All sins, I bear them upon my body."

"Even if Hell is empty..."

"I will not become a Buddha."

He closed his eyes slightly, enduring the illusions formed by these desires.

The black-robed man was shocked by the staunch and unyielding nature hidden beneath the monk's surface personality.

He had actually transformed this area into a Buddhist Pure Land, forcibly using his own soul to accommodate the desires of everyone, using this method to break open the illusion. Moreover, he had linked himself to the Pure Land. If the black-robed man attacked, the Pure Land would surge, which would be equivalent to the former helping Daoyan break open the illusion, and would also be attacked by the backlash of the illusion.

At the same time, he had fused the defensive and offensive methods of Buddhism into one supernatural power.

Was it because reinforcements had arrived, giving him confidence, that he could go all out?

And what shocked the black-robed man the most was that even bearing such immense pressure.

The soul of this young monk should have fallen into the illusion.

Yet he still retained a trace of reason and self-control, not sinking into it instantly.

Even his opponent couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

What a firm and unyielding Buddhist heart!

Worthy of being a monk who cultivates the Ksitigarbha Dharma.

And Daoyan endured the pressure of the illusionary trials of thousands of people, not falling into his own illusion immediately. He held his breath, and with a turn of his hand seals, he arranged the people in the Pure Land behind him according to their age and gender, the taller ones in the back and the shorter ones in the front.

Those who were too short stood on stones, and those who were too tall had pits dug under their feet.

They were neatly arranged in two rows.

Only then did he exhale a breath.

And peacefully fell into the illusion.

Daoyan looked at the black-robed man one last time, feeling regret in his heart.

Smiling would have been fine, but only one corner of his mouth was raised, a crooked smile... it was a little uncomfortable.

He wanted to pull up the left side of his mouth too, to make it symmetrical.

What a pity.

However, what will my desires and obsessions... what will I see?

The young monk, who had shared the obsessions of those ordinary people, only had such a thought flash through his mind before he was completely swallowed by the illusion, falling into his own trial.

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Meanwhile, at the place where Wei Yuan was.

When the young man saw those masked people going towards Wei Yuan, he mustered his courage and tried to throw the stone in his hand, but suddenly a force pushed him on the shoulder. When he turned back in surprise, he found that the girl who was traveling with him had her ankle caught by the spreading vines, her face pale.

From this position.

If he hadn't been pushed away just now, he would be the one entangled now.

At this moment, seeing his companion being caught, he rushed forward anxiously, but suddenly the twisted and terrifying peach tree branches slowly solidified, and then turned into handfuls of white sand and dust. The young man quickly helped the girl in the cotton dress up, and when he turned back urgently, he saw that the youth in the wheelchair was already enveloped by the sea of peach blossoms and vines.

Then, this sea of peach blossoms instantly collapsed.

As if it had been dried for thousands of years.

This feeling of death and desiccation spread to the limit of what could be seen in an instant.

Even the two tall and sturdy masked guards collapsed and dissipated along with these peach blossoms. Only the young man, who looked no older than himself, and the woman in armor beside him, whose face was covered, were unaffected. This scene was filled with a desolate and withering, and a heart-wrenching beauty.

Because all the surrounding peach blossoms had shattered, the young man and the girl were also seen clearly.

Wei Yuan noticed the two of them, slightly surprised, and smiled:

"Do you two need any help?"

The young man hesitated for a moment, thinking that he couldn't escape anyway, so he approached.

Wei Yuan was intent on asking about the situation here, and took the initiative to heal the girl. Taoist talismans were basically all-encompassing. He used his fingers as a brush to draw a talisman in the air, using the talisman to restore the girl's body. The young man breathed a sigh of relief and introduced himself, "My name is Wei Yuanliang, and this is my friend, A Liu."

Wei Yuan nodded and smiled, "My name is Wei Yuan."

"Can you tell me what happened before?"

"Wei Yuan..."

Wei Yuanliang was silent for a moment, exhaled a breath, and said simply, "The people here will all enter that illusion, listening to the words of a master. This dream seems to be able to fulfill people's wishes or something. I met a cultivation sect in the dream..."

He was very straightforward and smart, and directly told him about his situation.

Then he saw Wei Yuan fall into deep thought.

Wei Yuanliang hesitated for a moment, and still asked, "This place is terribly big, and the place is very strange. No one can avoid this peach blossom mist, and they are all pulled into that dream that can fulfill wishes. But why are you okay? Is it because your cultivation is very high?"

"Why?"

Wei Yuan was silent for a while, and smiled softly, answering:

"Maybe..."

"It can't fulfill my wish."

"Can't..."

Wei Yuanliang was stunned. Wei Yuan moved his wheelchair forward, looking at the elite warrior of the Kingdom of Women in front of him. He seemed to have some impression of her. This woman should be the one who helped hold the scroll at Longhu Mountain before. Wei Yuan subconsciously reached out to wake her up, but before he could touch her, the woman suddenly opened her eyes.

Then, just like on Longhu Mountain, she was full of vigilance.

The woman took a half step back, directly avoiding Wei Yuan's palm.

Wei Yuan didn't find it strange, and politely introduced himself:

"Hello, my name is Wei Yuan, do you remember me?"

"From Longhu Mountain..."

Jue, wearing the armor of the Kingdom of Women, stared at Wei Yuan, who was introducing himself as if he was worried that she had forgotten her identity. While secretly rejoicing that she was wearing a mask, she looked around, confirming that she had indeed come out of that strange illusion.

That illusion was very strange...

Had she come out?

................

A moment ago.

When Jue stepped into the Peach Blossom Spring, although she was also caught in the so-called illusion of the secret realm due to the interference of the surrounding environment and the effect of this secret realm formation, this was only aimed at the wishes of mortals. Jue herself was not a mortal after all.

So, she actually maintained her consciousness.

It was like playing a game, or watching a movie.

She was overlooking this illusion with a strange, first-person perspective.

"It's an illusion... This is the layout style of the Age of Gods."

When the surrounding white light dissipated, she looked around and suddenly found something very strange - she was in the old street, which was normal, but why was she in the museum instead of the flower shop? She looked at the wall, on which hung a schedule, which said that it was her turn to make breakfast today.

Make breakfast?

Jue was curious, but then felt that this place was too strange.

Why would she be wearing an apron?

Why would she be wearing slippers in the museum?

Where did the recipes on the kitchen come from?

She had to leave here early.

Jue immediately decided to use the flowing wind to break through the secret realm.

The girl made a secret decision. Footsteps came from behind her. Jue turned her head and was stunned. She saw Wei Yuan in home clothes yawning and walking out. Then she found herself habitually smiling and nodding, and then said, "Yuan..."

"That's not right."

The girl watched as the dream-self blushed slightly and said:

"Husband."

"Morning, Jue."

Then the museum curator also nodded naturally, and walked to the dining table in the same slippers, only in a different color. The girl's true spirit widened her eyes, her mind seeming to crash for a moment, her thoughts stagnating, leaving only the flowing wind that had been condensed to break the illusion lingering between her fingers.

Why would she live in a museum?

Why would she be called that?

Why was Yuan so natural?

Too strange!

Just one more look...

ps: The second update today... Thanks to the alliance leader Da Ming 9524, thank you~