The clear and joyful sound of chanting echoed in the room. From the initial low murmur, the sound gradually became grand and majestic.

The room filled with mummies, which looked like hell, gradually lost its gloomy feeling under the influence of Buddhist music, and instead made people feel a faint warmth in their hearts.

Ye Hongyu and the fox-fur girl, who were sitting together and leaning against each other, couldn't help but get lost in the scene. The injuries on their bodies seemed to have healed a lot all of a sudden.

Even the dried-up mental power seeps out of the ground like spring water in the peace, nourishing the heart bit by bit.

This was the scene Ning Que saw when he woke up.

The whole room was filled with a hazy glow, amidst the magnificent, celestial Buddhist sounds.

In a trance, it seemed that white petals fell from the sky and landed on the eerie and terrifying pile of mummies, making the mummies as shiny as jade.

Gradually, countless points of light emerged from the pile of mummies, emitting a hazy and dreamy luster, vast and mighty, as if one was under a clear starry sky with countless fireflies dancing.

Ning Que stretched out his hand and caught a bit of the gently falling and graceful fluorescent light in his palm. The fluorescent light penetrated into his palm silently without any hindrance, and a warmth without any joy, anger, sorrow or happiness seemed to flow slowly into his heart.

It was an indescribable warm feeling.

After experiencing this feeling, Ning Que's tense mind and the fear after receiving the baptism and inheritance of Haoran Qi were gradually relaxed.

My heart gradually became peaceful.

The confusion between giving up and realizing is overwhelming, and all kinds of feelings come to mind.

Ning Que looked at Qing Huan who was sitting in front of Lian Sheng with complicated eyes.

Since they met, Qinghuan had always emphasized his profound knowledge of Buddhism, and Ning Que had also constantly confirmed Qinghuan's profound knowledge of Buddhism from the senior brothers and sisters in the back mountain of the academy.

But all along, Ning Que could not connect the rich Buddha, the poor monk, the monk who begged for alms in brothels and had no money to go to casinos, with the word "Buddhism".

At this moment, Ning Que finally realized what it meant to understand the profound meaning of Buddhism!

Qinghuan, who was shrouded in a hazy halo and looked as holy as a god, was sitting in front of Liansheng, who looked as ferocious as a ghost. He was truly a Buddha who could save ghosts and monsters!
Ye Hongyu and the girl in fox fur also opened their hearts to approach the fireflies, feeling the peace in them.

Drifting, drifting, the warm light in the house gradually dissipated into the darkness, gently, quietly, never to be seen again.

Qinghuan's chanting stopped, but the sound seemed to still be echoing in the house.

Liansheng didn't know when he had put down the eagle. He sat cross-legged with his eyes closed and his mouth full of blood. However, he clasped his hands in front of his chest, closed his eyes and muttered, with a peaceful look on his face.

When Qing Huan finished chanting, Lian Sheng chanted "Amitabha" for a while, opened his eyes, and said, "I thought the past was like smoke, but the demons in my heart are deeply rooted, and the dust is stirred up, and the past is vivid in my mind again."

There was no longer any trace of cruelty or violence in those eyes; only purity and tranquility.

Qing Huan smiled and once again asked the question that touched the soul and heart: "Is it bitter?"

Lian Sheng sighed and said, "It's bitter."

Qing Huan asked again: "Can you let it go?"

Liansheng did not answer, but looked at Ning Que.

Even though he had just been baptized by Buddhism, Ning Que still subconsciously held the knife across his chest with a vigilant look on his face.

Qinghuan raised her hand, extended a finger, and tapped Liansheng's brows three times.

Liansheng closed his eyes and clasped his hands together, chanting again: "Amitabha!"

The whole person, like Qinghuan, was shrouded in a hazy glow. Things that looked like flower petals appeared on his body. Things that looked like white flower petals kept rising from his body, dazzling and breathtakingly beautiful.

As the petals continued to peel off, Liansheng's entire body gradually became lighter and weaker...

Ye Hongyu and the other two looked at this magical scene with complicated expressions.

In the end, Lian Sheng completely turned into dust and dissipated, and then white petals shot out into the sky like a fountain, rushing towards Ning Que.

Ning Que was shocked, and all the righteous energy he had just obtained was used up. The sword in his hand was so powerful that water could not penetrate it, but it was unable to resist these illusory petals.

These white petals were completely integrated into Ning Que's body.

……

All the strange phenomena disappeared, and the room returned to normal, but it seemed to be different from before. The mummy on the ground seemed to be more pleasing to the eye and not so frightening anymore.

Qing Huan looked at the place where Lian Sheng disappeared in front of him, sighed slightly, and whispered: "In fact, I also played that game of chess."

Then he stood up, stretched, walked quickly to Ye Hongyu, and said with a chuckle, "Female donor, I am sorry to offend you."

There was no trace of the holiness from before, as there was a greedy look on his face.

The fox-fur girl looked disillusioned.

Ye Hongyu lowered her eyes resignedly and did not refuse.

Qinghuan was overjoyed. He squatted in front of her and could not wait to undress her, revealing the wound on her shoulder. He took out bottles and jars from his arms and began to apply medicine to her.

Of course, some physical contact is inevitable in this process.

Ning Que finished checking his body, came over with some trepidation, and asked, "Monk... Senior Brother, what did Lian Sheng do to me just now? It seems like there are a lot of things in my mind, but I can't figure it out..."

Qing Huan's eyes were glued to Ye Hongyu's snow-white shoulders and half-exposed whiteness, and she said without turning her head: "He entrusted all his obsessions to you... It's not a bad thing."

The fox-fur girl stood up with Ning Que's help, performed a great river salute, and said, "Mo Shanshan, greetings to the master."

Qing Huan finally turned around and looked at Mo Shan Shan with admiration in her eyes. She said, "So she is one of the three most idiotic bookworms in the world. No wonder she is so pretty... It's a pity."

"What's a pity?"

"What a pity that Ning Que got such a good deal!"

Mo Shanshan's pretty face suddenly turned red, and she glanced at Ning Que secretly.

Ning Que was quite proud, but he was still thinking about the scene just now, so he asked, "Did Liansheng... become a Buddha?"

Qing Huan nodded and said, "You can say that."

Ning Que snorted coldly: "How can a devil like him become a Buddha?"

Qing Huan smiled and said, "Put down the butcher knife and you will become a Buddha. He put down the knife in his heart and was liberated. Liberation is becoming a Buddha, so he is said to have become a Buddha."

Ning Que said dissatisfiedly: "Even if he did so many bad things in the past?"

Qing Huan was surprised and said, "You actually use good and bad to describe people? I thought you should know that there is no absolute good or bad in this world. All good and evil are relative."

Ning Que was speechless. He himself was not a good person. He just felt unwilling to accept the situation because the previous incident was too thrilling and the three of them were almost eaten alive by Lian.

Ye Hongyu suddenly spoke up and said coldly: "How long are you going to touch me?"

Qing Huan said seriously: "At least check if there are any wounds elsewhere..."

Ye Hongyu silently pulled up her collar and said coldly, "Shouldn't you be at Washan? Are all the Temple Knights at the foot of Washan blind?"

Qing Huan said proudly: "I have lived in Washan since I was a child. I would sneak down the mountain to play after school every day. How could those people keep an eye on me?"

Then he changed the subject and said, "But I'd like to trouble you to keep it a secret for me, otherwise I won't be able to come down the mountain again."

Ning Que naturally agreed.

Mo Shanshan also solemnly promised not to tell anyone.

Ye Hongyu snorted coldly and said, "You saved my life, I owe you this."

Qing Huan asked tentatively: "Can you pay with your body?"

"can!"

Ye Hongyu said without hesitation: "But I will report your escape from Washan to Xiling!"

Qing Huan was immediately tangled up, and after struggling for a long time, he said with a sad face: "Well, sooner or later, you will understand the truth of "color is emptiness" and have sex with me."

Ye Hongyu: "Haha!" (End of this chapter)