Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 686: So Boring (2/2)

Deep inside the Emperor Zhang’s flag.

This place was specially modified by Zhang Ting, and various masochistic illusions of Xuantian Sect's God-Transforming Ancestor were broadcast all day long without any blind spots.

After Shangguan Yin was tied up, he was hung here like a roast duck, with his eyelids forced open, and he had to look at the illusion here.

Shangguan Yin, who had been tortured to death, was as hopeless as death. He shouted weakly, "Kill me, kill me quickly!"

"How could I let you off so easily?" Zhang Ting, who suddenly appeared here, said with a grin, "The pain you gave me during the competition still makes me choke up in my dreams at midnight. Only by seeing you continue to suffer here can I feel a little comfort."

Hearing Zhang Ting's voice, Shangguan Yin twisted his body crazily and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Kill me! I beg you, kill me quickly!"

"That's wishful thinking. But I, Zhang Ting, am not some devil. Today, I will give you a chance."

Afterwards, Zhang Ting threw the magic technique given by Xuankong, and Shangguan Yin felt something falling into his mind, which made him realize that it was a mental method.

Looking at Zhang Ting warily, Shangguan Yin shouted fiercely: "You decent monster, what is this time? How are you going to torture me again!"

"You will know after you practice it yourself, right? I'm telling you in advance that this technique can calm people's minds. Although it can't free you from suffering, it may help you enjoy it!"

"I don't believe you, you bastard!"

"Believe it or not, I'm going to go back and rest."

Watching Zhang Ting leave, Shangguan Yin's soul tried hard to close his eyes, but the Human Emperor Flag would not let him and forced him to watch the miserable plight of his ancestor.

There was no other way, he could only place his hope on the skills given by Zhang Ting and practice them diligently.

The next day, when Zhang Ting came to inspect the results, he was surprised to find that Shangguan Yin was completely different.

The other person has now become a bald head, and the expression on his face is as if he has experienced great enlightenment, and his whole body has become calm.

The illusions around him could not disturb his state of mind. The ancestor whom he once admired so much seemed to have become unimportant. Now he was like a statue, only knowing how to silently recite the "Art of Righteous Mind", and not caring about anything else.

He quickly pulled the others in, and Zhang Ting pointed at Shangguan Yin and said, "You can't practice this technique! My toy turned out like this after I practiced it!"

Yaoguang looked around and after seeing how the other party tortured Shangguan Yin, she felt that Xuankong was right.

This person is truly extremely evil, it's such a waste of talent that he didn't join the Demon Sect.

Then, she shifted her attention to Shangguan Yin and observed him carefully with Lin Yuan.

The more she observed, the more frightened she became.

Even though he was being observed by so many people, Shangguan Yin still did not react at all.

He just sat there like a dead tree, muttering to himself, as if nothing else in the world was more important than chanting.

The illusion of the ancestor no longer mattered, and the loss of his physical body and only his original spirit was no longer a concern. At this moment, he was completely immersed in a state of no heaven, no earth, no people, and no self. In his heart, there was only the great happiness and great liberation brought by the constant chanting of scriptures.

After looking at the other person carefully for a long time, Lin Yuan asked Zhang Ting to draw out the other person's emotional curve, and then began to observe carefully.

The other party's emotions have been very intense, and he has been in a state of extreme anger and despair.

However, after practicing "The Art of Correcting the Mind", his emotional curve suddenly changed rapidly.

The previous anger and despair disappeared, replaced by a heartfelt sense of satisfaction and a sense of happiness that is hard to find anywhere else.

Although he didn't want to admit it, there was something to the "Straightening Heart Sutra". After staring at the curve for a while, Lin Yuan said, "It seems that the more desperate I was before, the easier it was to be attracted to the "Straightening Heart Sutra".

"Indeed." Yaoguang was also thoughtful, "Otherwise, Shangguan Yin is a Jindan cultivator. Even if it is a fake Jindan from Xuantian Sect, it is still a Jindan. It is impossible for it to be transformed so quickly."

"Then Yaoguang, don't practice it anymore. This thing is a bit weird."

Turning to Lin Yuan, Yaoguang smiled slightly and said domineeringly: "It doesn't matter. How could I, Yaoguang, be transformed by something like this! The domineering thoughts in my heart and my own pursuits cannot be quelled so easily."

"But you need to recite scriptures to cure your stuttering. Where do you get your confidence from?"

"Don't talk to me, you culprit!"

Lin Yuan didn't bother to pay attention to Yaoguang who suddenly became furious, and continued to check Shangguan Yin's situation.

After looking at it carefully for a while, he said to Zhang Ting, "Can Shangguan Yin stop chanting?"

"Okay." Zhang Ting nodded. "The other party is in my Human Emperor Banner. He must do whatever I want him to do. Silence, come on!"

Controlling the Human Emperor Flag, Zhang Ting directly told Shangguan Yin to shut up, and even directly erased "The Art of Correcting the Heart" from Shangguan Yin's mind.

The other party only remembered that he had recited scriptures before, but he had forgotten what scriptures he had recited.

The previous sense of relief suddenly disappeared, and the heart that was satisfied just now suddenly felt extremely empty, causing Shangguan Yin to shout anxiously: "No! Let me chant! I want to chant!"

His emotions suddenly rose, and the fear and despair that had disappeared resurfaced, making him even more crazy.

Looking at the mad Shangguan Yin, the group remained silent, feeling that "Zheng Xin Jue" was more dangerous than they had imagined.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Yuan said, "The Art of Correcting the Heart should be a technique passed down by Buddhism, but the old demon sect should have realized the danger of this technique, so they modified it."

"Indeed. Being able to isolate oneself from external emotional interference is a very powerful effect, but going crazy without chanting is a bit weird."

"After I finished reciting the sutra, I ignored everything in the outside world and only knew to recite this sutra. I also gained great satisfaction from it. Why does this Buddhist country feel even weirder than the Demon Sect?"

"I feel that Buddha and Demon are one and the same. One harvests negative emotions, and the other harvests positive emotions."

Everyone started to discuss, and soon analyzed the efficacy of the orthodox "Zheng Xin Jue", and came to the same conclusion:

This Buddhist kingdom is too much like the devil’s kingdom.

After listening to everyone's discussion, Lin Yuan felt that he had grasped something.

After leaving Zhang Ting's Human Emperor Flag, he went straight into the secret room where Xuan Kong was imprisoned and sat in front of Xuan Kong.

Seeing Lin Yuan coming in, Xuan Kong, although he was tied up here, still said kindly: "Donor Bai, what's the matter with you? Have you finally figured it out and are you ready to convert to Buddhism?"

"No, I just want to ask one question: Are you the man of destiny?"

In response to Lin Yuan's questioning, Xuan Kong did not hesitate at all, nodded and smiled: "Yes, I am the man of destiny."

"If that's true, then your so-called culture is to make everyone recite your "Heart-Rightening Sutra" and then become people who only know how to pray to you?"

"Indeed. This is the true Buddha's compassion and supreme joy. You should accept it."

Looking at Xuan Kong who looked serious, Lin Yuan sighed after a while: "How boring."

(End of this chapter)