Yinshan Record

Chapter 191 Becoming a Buddha immediately
"What you say is quite right. After all, one can become a Buddha by laying down the butcher's knife."

Su Che said, "Actually, I have a most basic principle in my life, which is not to kill."

“I have cultivated Taoism for many years and I know the principle of valuing life in the Tao. I have always been kind to people and never killed or set fires. This is how I accumulate good karma. Don’t be fooled by my ruthlessness. I have never killed a single person.”

The Vajra Yaksha stared in disbelief at the man who had cut him to pieces. This man was so violent, yet he claimed not to kill.
“I have always believed that the motivation to eliminate evil is more important than the elimination of evil itself.” Su Che sighed. “Actually, these things cannot be entirely blamed on you. They are all caused by the environment of the hungry ghost realm. Ultimately, it is the Buddhist sect that has driven you beings to this state for its own selfish reasons.”

Su Che smiled and said, "Since you are willing to sincerely repent, then I will forgive you."

"Thank you, Immortal! Thank you, Immortal! I..."

Su Che raised his hand, unleashing the Nine Netherworld Burning God Yin Fire to its fullest extent, turning the evil creature before him into ashes.

A night breeze blew by, revealing a crystal no bigger than a fingertip, resembling mutton fat jade, amidst the ashes.

This must be the relic of a hundred herbs; I never imagined that the Nine Netherworld Burning God Yin Fire could not destroy it.

Su Che placed the relic in his palm and discovered that it was naturally covered with countless fine characters, though he did not recognize them.

interesting.

"It seems they have another expert. That 'Shikshananda' should be difficult to deal with."

Su Che said to Lu Bai beside him, "We don't have much time. You go and wipe out all the ghosts in this village first."

"As ordered."

The villagers had long been devoured by the Vajra Yaksha; all that remained were evil spirits driven by these hungry ghosts.

These ghosts, upon seeing someone who had cultivated themselves, would feign kindness and try to persuade them to leave. When they encountered helpless refugees, they would lure them into the village to serve as food for the evil spirits.

There's no need to keep such accomplices around.

Lu Bai's attack was swift and fierce, and soon the screams of various evil spirits could be heard.

Since the founding of the Great Liang Dynasty, the Imperial Guards have formed their own independent system. Although the leadership is passed down from father to son, they actually share similarities with ordinary immortal sects. In other words, the Imperial Guards' internal combat strength is still guaranteed.

Wherever Lu Bai's fist strikes, these insignificant evil spirits vanish instantly. When he returns, not a single evil spirit can be found in the village.

"Is it clean?"

Su Che placed the relic of a hundred herbs into the Nine Bends of Yin Spring.

"Transparent."

Lu Bai smiled and gestured towards the surviving man.

What should we do with this one?

The man sat on the ground, looking utterly dejected. Before him lay the ashes of the Vajra Yaksha after its death, and beside him were various bones scattered all over the ground.

"God helps those who help themselves. The rest is up to him."

Su Che led the horse over and mounted it.

"Let's go, there are still so many places waiting for us to rescue."

Since leaving the Yin-Yang Realm, Su Che has seen far too many people experience such separations of life and death. What awaits these people? What kind of fate awaits them?
Su Che had no idea.

But roads are for people to walk on, and everyone has to choose a path to follow.

If a person gives up on himself, who can save him?
Su Che knew he was not a god, and would never become one.

A person can only rely on himself. A man's path must be walked step by step by himself, and now all he can do is rush to the next battlefield.

The two mounted their horses again and continued forward along the main road.

The night breeze was cool and breezy, the moon was obscured by leaden clouds, and the few stars stared at the earth with indifference and coldness.

The fine steed let out a series of sharp cries, and the steed's bloody stench in the air seemed never to fade.

Slaughter, death, and grief enveloped Cizhou and continued to spread to the surrounding areas. The common people looked in bewilderment at the ray of Buddha's light rising in Guobei County, wondering what changes this unfamiliar light would bring to their lives.

The real mastermind behind the scenes was smug and self-satisfied, pleased with his brilliant move, yet somewhat lonely, as it was a pity that such a good strategy could not be made public.

Yuwen Rui, the Grand Tutor of the Northern Wei Dynasty, headed north, disregarding the numerous passes and defenses of the Liang Dynasty, and went straight north.

For experts who have reached the fourth rank, they can already break through the nine heavenly realms and enter the outer void by riding the wind. The distance between north and south is just a fleeting moment for them.

At this moment, he had arrived at Jingkou Ferry, not far east of Jiankang City.

The river is nearly ten miles wide, and who knows how many fish and dragons lurk beneath it.

This first man of the Northern Wei Dynasty recalled a story he had read before: a minister of the Southern Dynasty was crossing the river one night when he suddenly heard ethereal music coming from underwater.

He then had an epiphany and ordered his men to set the rhinoceros horn on fire and throw it into the great river.

That night, he witnessed a bizarre and unforgettable sight.

Not long after, the minister died in his sleep.

Perhaps Yuwen Rui felt that the minister from back then might have stumbled upon some underwater conspiracy, and was therefore silenced.

A single note from a pipa pierced the night by the river, and the sounds of battle echoed through the reeds.

The sound of drums and horns echoed across the vast battlefield.

Yuwen Rui composed himself and looked at the surging river.

A reed bobbed and swayed with the river. A person dressed in white, wearing a wooden hairpin, with a clean face and no beard, held a pipa in his left hand and a plectrum in his right, quietly plucking the strings while standing on the reed.

“Su Gui”.

Yuwen Rui uttered a name, but a smile played on his lips.

"It's been a long time. The clouds are quite nice. You're very thoughtful."

The man in white had a handsome face and gentle eyes, and seemed to be a good-natured teacher from an academy.

"The vast river flows on, and throughout history, whether the victors or the vanquished, countless heroes have vanished like this eastward-flowing water. So it is with me, and so it is with the Grand Tutor."

"Why are you so disheartened? You are in the prime of your life and should be doing something for the people of the world."

Yuwen Rui laughed loudly: "Lord Su, it's been many years. Why do you look so aged and dejected?"

"Naturally, I cannot compare to the Grand Tutor. The Grand Tutor entered our court from a thousand miles away, wreaking havoc on a province with a few words, forcing Wei Huaiwen to lead his army south, and causing the court to fall apart. Such heroic spirit that can turn the tide of events is something that I, Su, am truly too old for."

The eunuch in charge of the Imperial Horse Stables suddenly smiled and inserted the plectrum into the strings of the pipa.

"So, you think you can just leave like that?"

Before the sound faded, the figure had already moved.

Yuwen Rui took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

Even Yuwen Rui had to take the person in front of him seriously.

The water surged and rolled, and dark clouds covered the sky.

Su Gui stretched out his palm, which was like the surging waves of the East China Sea, with countless palm shadows whistling in from all sides.

Yuwen Rui clenched his fists, his aura as solid as a mountain.

Fists and palms clashed, shadows overlapping.

"What a masterful Thousand Transformations Hand of Canglang! Master Su, it's been a long time since we last met, and you've made even greater progress."

(End of this chapter)