Sky War Soul

The older monk looked down and realized that his face was covered in blood.    

It was obvious that he had been buried in the snow for a long time. However, his skin was still as white and tender as before, as if nothing had happened to him.    

"Fire, put him in the car first."    

The elderly monk took a deep breath and quickly put down the car. He then put his hand on the tip of his nose.    

"There's still Qi, and the spiritual energy in my body is dense, I don't seem to have suffered any internal injuries."    

The monk frowned and murmured, "His physical strength is very vigorous and his body is at its peak. The reason he is unconscious is because his mind is damaged and has a great influence on his soul. A fit of anger assaulted his heart."    

"Then his life shouldn't be in danger, right?"    

The young monk called 'Fire Burst' tilted his head as he asked.    

"He's very strong. In fact, he might even be a bit stronger than me."    

The monk hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice, "Fire, let's not worry about this anymore. Let's go back quickly."    

"Why must we go back? Didn't Master teach us to do good deeds?"    

"He's unconscious here, but he might be hungry. We have to take him back."    

The monk smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "I have thought of it that way too, but he is from the buddhist faith."    

"Buddhist Sect!"    

When the little monk heard this, his big eyes quickly flashed a look of shock. He immediately looked down at the random monk and muttered to himself, "The buddhist faith, so he is a monk from the buddhist faith."    

"But Senior Brother, we should still bring him back. We can't allow him to die here." Besides, Master said that we and the buddhist faith are just different in philosophy, there's no deep contradiction between us, is there? "    

Fire Breath continued.    

The monk smiled wryly, "We're good to him, he might not appreciate our kindness. If he finds trouble with us when the time comes, then …"    

"Let's take it back first."    

The young fire monk said nothing, and with a laugh, he jumped off the car and began to pull at the front of the car with all his might.    

When the monk saw this, he could only shake his head with a bitter smile and continue pushing.    

Just like this, the unruly monks were taken left and right back to a dilapidated temple.    

This temple clearly didn't have a buddhist temple that was magnificent, extremely dilapidated. There were old bricks and old tiles everywhere, and the atmosphere was filled with the aura of time.    

"Senior Brother is back!"    

Seeing the two return, the temple immediately became restless. Immediately after, several monks ran out with smiles all over their faces.    

They were very thin and thin, and did not have much meat on them. They were in stark contrast to the big fat monks of the buddhist faith.    

"Senior-apprentice Brother, how much food have we bought this time?"    

He asked excitedly.    

The monk called San Cai sighed and helplessly said, "The food outside is expensive again. We only got these bags of food after selling a few items. It should be enough for two months."    

"Eh, why is there a monk?"    

Some sharp-eyed people immediately noticed the unruly monk that was lying on the cart.    

As the sound of his voice faded, a group of monks gathered around and looked around.    

"Is this a Buddhist monk?"    

"She looks so white and tender."    

Some of the young monks started talking to each other in curiosity.    

"This monk was saved by me. He was unconscious in the snow …"    

Dian Huo chuckled as he explained to the other monks, beaming with joy.    

"Fire!"    

A dignified voice sounded, followed by a white-browed elder walking out of the temple. He frowned and said, "You brought the Buddhist monk back?"    

"Master, you were the one who taught us to do good deeds and do good deeds."    

Scattering Fire blinked his eyes, looking very weird.    

The old man was so angry that he couldn't speak for a long time.    

"Hmph, you actually dare to talk back to this old man!"    

The old monk glared at the fire and then turned his gaze towards the monk.    

His eyes suddenly turned bright and deep. His eyes fell on the Monk's body as if he wanted to see through everything.    

"What a strong aura!"    

The old monk muttered to himself, then asked, "What is his identity?"    

"I don't know. I just found him in the snow on the way here."    

The fireball responded very obediently.    

"His identity is definitely not ordinary!"    

The old monk's voice was calm. This matter was extremely serious, and even his own temple would be destroyed if he wasn't careful.    

"Where am I?"    

Chaotic monk opened his eyes. What he saw was not the hellish village, but a dilapidated room that he had never seen before.    

He was lying on his own bed. The bed was made of a hard bed, and only a thin layer of cloth was placed on top of it. It was very hard for him to sleep, and he was not used to it.    

He sat up, feeling a splitting headache.    

Scenes of what happened in the village rushed into his mind.    

The monk took a deep breath, and his expression changed to one of shock: "I actually killed a person from the village? "Master once said, no matter good or evil …"    

At this point, he suddenly stopped as a trace of struggle flashed across his eyes.    

"They, they can't even be considered evil, they are scum, they are damned things! Even if I kill them all, I won't regret it! Give me another chance to try again, and I'll still do it! "    

The monk clenched his teeth, his eyes full of determination.    

"Tathagata, you are high and mighty. You are in charge of the East Continent. Can you really not see all of this?"    

Yes, Master, can't you stop and wait for your people!    

"Creak."    

The door was suddenly pushed open and a young monk walked in.    

The young monk looked to be in his early teens, strong and cute.    

He was holding a bowl of porridge in his hand. Seeing that the monk had woken up, he could not help but exclaim in surprise, "You're actually awake! Hurry up and drink this bowl of porridge. Take advantage of the heat!"    

With that, the young monk placed the bowl of porridge on the table.    

The moment the monk saw him, his pupils began to constrict.    

With his eyesight, he was naturally able to tell that this young monk was not from the buddhist faith.    

He was a traitor to the Demonic Buddha Sect!    

In other words, he was currently in a temple of the Demonic Buddha Sect?    

Thinking of this, the monk's emotions were mixed.    

The teachings of the Buddhist Sangha could be kind to the wicked, but it definitely could not be tolerated against traitors.    

It could be said that the Demonic Buddha Sect was the nemesis of the Buddhist Sect!    

He was unconscious in the snow, yet he was saved by the Demonic Buddha Sect?    

All sorts of feelings flowed through his heart.    

It was really fate that played with people.    

The unruly monk turned his head to look at the bowl of porridge. It could be considered porridge, but most of it was just water. There were a few grains of rice floating on top of it. It was pitifully sparse.    

"Is that all you eat?"    

It was hard to imagine. Although he did not really care about what he ate, it was too exaggerated to eat only what he ate.    

No matter what, even monks of any Buddhist temple would eat better than them.    

"Yeah, we all eat this, even Master."    

Fire Breath nodded, as if it was only natural.    

As far as he was concerned, eating this porridge was already quite good.    

The monk was confused. He picked up the bowl of porridge and gulped it down.    

The warm current entered his stomach and felt very comfortable. It was as if his entire body was suddenly filled with strength.    

"Take me to see your master."    

He was very clear that this was a temple of the Demonic Buddha Sect. If it was in the past, he would have attacked without thinking. But now, it was different.    

Ever since the Buddha statue in his mind had collapsed, the monk was having mixed emotions. Even he could not figure out what was going on.    

What is good and what is evil?    

Did the Buddhist Sangha really represent justice?    

Was the Demonic Buddha Sect really evil?    

Who defined it?    

"Alright."    

Without wasting any time on nonsense, he walked out of the room and led the way.    

Monk Ma looked around and found that this place was truly poor, and unspeakably plain and simple.    

Some of the pillars even had cracks on them, especially the buddhist statues within the temples. They were extremely damaged.    

If this was in the buddhist faith, it would absolutely be disrespectful.    

No matter what, the Buddha statue had to shine with golden light. Only by doing so could he show his respect and reverence for Buddha.    

"Why are the Buddha statues in your temples so shabby?"    

Chaotic Monk could not help but ask, "If even the Buddha is like this, how can you display your pious heart to Buddha?"    

"Who said that to manifest one's pious heart, one must create a golden body?"    

A sound rang out, and immediately after, the old monk walked out from the temple in front of them. He held a string of beads in his hand and was constantly counting.    

"What do you mean?"    

The monk frowned.    

"Buddha statues are just symbols, what's the use of respecting Buddha statues?"    

The old monk kept the buddhist beads and said with a face full of piety, "Buddha is not in the temple, but in my heart. Buddha exists in the heart, Buddha appears whenever one sees one! "    

Hearing this, Chaotic Monk was shocked. He could not help but mutter to himself, "Buddha exists in the heart, Buddha exists whenever one sees one. Is that true?"    

"We also worship Buddha, but it's different from your buddhist faith."    

The old monk looked at the monk and said word by word, "We are not just showing off, we are actually doing it. Your buddhist sects have too many different opinions, in fact, the Amitabha tribe is more despicable than anyone else. All of our Demonic Buddha Sect's temples have been doing their best to buy food and to make porridge for those hungry people. No matter what they think of us, we will continue to do it.    

"You're right!"    

The reckless monk grinned. His face was full of bitterness.    

After his faith collapsed, he began to doubt the teachings of the Buddhist Sangha for the first time in his life.    

If the existence of the Buddhist Sangha was not to benefit the common people, what was the point in doing so?    

The people believed and paid for it.    

Isn't it just a request for peace!    

But now, did the Buddhist Sangha have done his duty of protecting his people?    

And the Demonic Buddha Sect was really doing such a thing!    

What did they eat?    

It was simply porridge! There weren't even that many grains of rice.    

As for the Buddhist Sangha?    

From top to bottom, which one of them didn't have oil on their face?    

"It seems like junior brother Great Sage is right …"    

The monk looked up at the sky and revealed a bitter smile.    

Some things, when truly seen through, become even more confused.    

When the Buddha statue in his mind crumbled, the Buddha heart was attacked, where should he go?