I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3626: Chapter 1767: Crossing the Western Deserts on a Truth-seeking Journey, Lifting the Buddha Sword on This Path Without a Gate

A pause, this courteous Divine Sorcerer smiled and pointed toward the temple door behind the Abbot:

“Just now I saw the young monk in front of the temple, his complexion was rosy, his wisdom innate.”

“And now the old Abbot appears, his speech is extraordinary, his foundation profound.”

“It is expected that this place is blessed with spiritual elegance, can interpret the meaning of Buddha, can explain the root of Dao.”

“Thus, I have a whimsical thought, could I hold the Abbot’s hand and enter this ancient temple for a chat, where you and I could lie with feet touching, discussing the Great Path, wouldn’t it be delightful?”

Abbot Youxi joined his hands together, after a recitation of “Amitabha,” he calmly said: “This is a whim, then let it be whim.”

“Eh?” Nangong’s technique was stunned in place.

In his stillness, inside the temple behind a low wall, the whispers of young monks became noisy:

“Hiss! Does he want to sleep with Abbot Youxi?”

“How do you sleep with feet touching, like feet to feet, the bed isn’t that big?”

“No, no, I like to sleep with belly touching, Abbot Youxi’s belly is always soft, it’s so comfortable to sleep against it, hehe.”

“…Shut up, all of you shut up!”

Only then did it quiet down.

Outside the wall, Nangong’s technique laughed after a long time, praised with cupped hands: “The old Abbot is indeed extraordinary, his speech hasn’t returned to simplicity, yet has the truth of returning to origin, truly is…”

“He seems somewhat hypocritical.”

The voice of a young monk faintly drifting from outside the low wall made Nangong’s technique’s words halt, his face turning a bit livid.

Abbot Youxi seemed never to blame the young monks, viewing the matters within the low wall as if unseen, he just glanced at the sky, saying:

“The day is getting late, Master Nangong, speak directly.”

Nangong’s technique no longer circled around, spoke sternly: “To be frank, I do have a matter to discuss, entrusted by an old acquaintance of the Buddhist Sect.”

Abbot Youxi’s brow twitched, yet his eyes remained calm: “Please speak, Master.”

“Does the Abbot know this sword?”

As he spoke, Nangong’s technique slowly drew out a sword from his chest.

It was a greatsword, the sword body was imbued with dazzling Buddhist light, flowing with golden Power of Will.

Abbot Youxi deeply inhaled a breath, closed his eyes:

“Buddha Sword, Angry Immortal.”

“Exactly!” Nangong’s technique nodded heavily, “Can the Abbot discern the mystery of this sword?”

“It’s fake.”

“Exactly!”

Nangong’s technique pinched his fingers, and the Buddha Sword Angry Immortal suddenly shattered into pieces, eventually disappearing as light points.

He said with a face of sorrow:

“An old friend gifted me this sword, yet I showed it as a shadow.”

“Abbot, forgive me a bit more; truly this sword should not be drawn rashly, nor shown casually.”

“Even if the Abbot has said before, ‘Once entering Buddhism, all worldly bonds are severed,’ when seeing this sword again, a slight mortal heart might still arise.”

“Or perhaps not for you, but within this temple, there are many who are human.”

Nangong’s technique looked troubled, soon took out the Golden Light Seal:

“But the mark of this sword, the seal of Power of Will, can serve as proof of my identity.”

“Abbot Youxi should cast a glance, then know that I, Nangong, seek nothing harmful to the Buddhist Sect.”

He tossed the golden seal.

Abbot Youxi reached out to catch it.

This seal was in the shape of the “Palms joined” Buddha Hand Seal, appearing ordinary from the outside.

With spiritual senses sweeping over it, it revealed the left palm marked with the character “Buddha” and the right palm marked with the word “Resentment.”

“A thing of resentment…”

Abbot Youxi’s face showed a sigh, now troubled even more.

Nangong’s technique with a joyful expression, said with abundant laughter: “It’s best that the Abbot recognizes this item, thirty years ago, Resentment spoke this to me.”

He paused, his voice becoming compassionate, joined his palms reverently, saying:

“If the Buddha sits atop the Stairway to Heaven, covering the world, then carry the seal westward, seek truth in joy, so let the question be…”

“The world is as such, my Buddha does not enter. My Buddha does not enter, remains hidden in seclusion.”

“The world is as such, my Buddha chooses to enter. My Buddha chooses to enter, finds it hard to return even after millennia.”

“Senior Brother, what choice will you make?”

At this point, Nangong’s technique looked up at the sky.

The day wasn’t late, at this time the sun stood high; clearly it was only Abbot Youxi’s words of sending guests away.

But until sunset, like petrified, Abbot Youxi’s huge body finally trembled slightly, vowed with a shaking voice:

“Enter the world.”

“Enter the world?”

“Nangong’s technique!” the master earnestly asked a question in return.

To enter the secular world is like the Buddhist Sect’s previous attempt that once flourished, only to end in decline, with the Great Brahma Dragon Sound echoing and concluding.

Yet this time entering the secular world means the arrival of Youxi, and will there also be those like You Yuan Buddha coming to an end?

“What if there is no peaceful ending?”

“Then there will be no peaceful ending.”

Abbot Youxi pondered for a whole afternoon, as if he had considered everything.

But Nangong’s technique, standing in front of him, obviously reflected thoughts stretching beyond an afternoon:

“Knowing brotherly love, but how about the sect’s loyalty?”

“Has the Abbot considered that this act may assist You Yuan, but if it ends up involving the entire Buddhist Sect, how could You Yuan bear it in his heart?”

Abbot Youxi fell silent at the right moment, his face turned ashen gray, seemingly having foreseen this.

Nangong’s technique pressed on aggressively, continuing: “Leaving aside everything unspoken, if you go to the Central Region to assist in the battle, and You Yuan wakes up, only to be controlled by the Demon Ancestor, what then?”

Abbot Youxi’s body shuddered violently, opening his mouth yet failing to utter a sound.

“Why did You Yuan enter the Cross Corner Street, why was the inverted pagoda established, and the return you’ve waited thirty years for, why is the return date uncertain…”

“Abbot Youxi, to all these, you have the answers.”

Nangong’s technique spoke earnestly, finally taking the Buddha Hand Seal from Abbot Youxi’s hand, his words becoming exceedingly sharp, with a sense of murderous fierceness:

“He urged me to bring this saying, finally appending these words.”

“If my Senior Brother Youxi chooses to ‘enter the world,’ wielding this sword, upon the Buddhist Sect, there will be no Buddha in this world.”

Clang——

The sound of the sword humming echoed.

Nangong’s technique then pulled from his chest the golden gleaming sword, except this time, the sword appeared extremely ferocious, like a Vajra glaring fiercely.

“Angry Immortal…”

Abbot Youxi, however, seemed even more resolute, saying: “Cursed Yin will come to the world, the people will be in distress.”

Nangong’s technique held the sword, laughing heartily: “Even the Holy Palace turns a blind eye, only your Buddhist disciples, with a Bodhisattva’s compassion, must go to such extents?”

“I won’t let others judge my heart, nor see the filth of this world.”

“Even if I brandish the sword to block the path here?”

Nangong’s technique wielded the Buddha Sword Furious Immortal in reverse, gazing contemplatively at Abbot Youxi who slowly shook his head, saying sorrowfully:

“Master Nangong, you cannot stop me.”

As soon as the words fell, the kasaya billowed, the white beard fluttered.

Abbot Youxi’s face turned stern, as he lightly exhaled a pure golden Holy Emperor Relic, the Power of Will in his eyes like lightning, soaring and raging.

Boom!

The entire mountain forest shook violently.

The young monks in the ancient temple retreated in fright.

“The Pot-bellied Abbot is enraged.”

“So terrifying, the last time the Pot-bellied… oh, not mentioned, let’s run, we must hurry and run!”

Holy Emperor Youxi warned in advance.

Even though Nangong’s technique trembled slightly, he held his ground with the sword, his expression firm as iron:

“Abbot Youxi, today either you cut me down and proceed, offering salvation to the people, or go beyond me into the middle, and I will slaughter the entire mountain of Buddhist Sect disciples.”

“The choice is yours!”

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding land, the trees rustled and whispered.

In the dim light of the evening, countless scarlet eyes seemed to open in the forest.

“What is that?”

Beside the ancient temple’s entrance, a young monk with widened eyes seemed to see countless demons awakening in the darkness?

“So frightening!”

“Bu Bei, Bu Le, you both quickly come and see, what are these things, are they people?”

Two more young monks clambered onto the doorframe.

In the forest, the scarlet eyes seemed to all come forth, they were figures clad in star pattern robes, roughly estimated to be no less than a thousand.

Whether old, frail, women and children, or commonplace…

But without exception, their expressions were incredibly stiff, as if they were marionettes.

“This is…”

The Little Monk Bu Le clung to the doorframe, swallowing hard.

He had seen the world outside, and this made him even more terrified, feeling uncertain if Abbot Youxi could handle so many monsters:

“Divine Puppet?”

“No! Divine Oracle? So many Divine Oracles!”

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