I have been bound in a forbidden place for five hundred years. Why are you crying when I am a casual

A deathly silence fell over the scene. The giant sword, composed of countless sharp blades, floated silently in the sky, becoming a blade hanging over everyone's hearts, bringing boundless oppression.

"Boom~!"

Just then, a loud roar broke the silence.

Everyone looked up at them.

Before them, a barrier radiating golden light appeared in front of the giant sword, resembling a winding, rugged, and towering Great Wall, blocking all external interference and influence.

"He who comes is stopped!"

Along with this golden Great Wall, several figures radiating divine light appeared. They were all dressed in monks' robes and possessed terrifying power. Below them was an extremely luxurious temple, yet filled with Zen-like tranquility.

Two large characters are written above the temple gate.

Guide them!

"We've reached the outer core area of ​​the Western Desert Buddhist Kingdom so quickly?"

"It is said that the Western Desert Buddhist Kingdom is actually an extremely large temple. The entire Buddhist Kingdom is divided into three areas: inner, middle and outer. The first level is called the Reception, which is mainly to show the world the magnanimity and compassion of Buddhism, and to guide lost travelers onto the path of Buddhism."

"Jieyin Temple is said to be a place that mainly accepts new believers. It has countless powerful people who are well-versed in Buddhism. If they were to fight, it would be a fierce battle."

"It seems that the Buddhist sect has already noticed our movements."

The group discussed amongst themselves, their faces showing shock.

Previously, the giant sword had ignored countless temples along the way, and they thought that the Tianyuan Sword Sect only intended to pass by, or even bypass the Buddhist experts. But now it seems that they had no intention of bypassing them at all, but instead chose to go straight for the heart!

"Benefactor Yin, you have crossed the line!"

The monk who appeared at Jieyin Temple was an old monk with eyes full of compassion. He was thin and dressed simply, even with patches on his clothes. His calm and serene eyes held an unprecedented tranquility.

Looking into such eyes, even the most wicked person would be moved by such a gaze, and would involuntarily feel ashamed.

"I'm sorry, senior brother. I'm so sorry. I told the elders about your suffering back then. I'm so sorry."

“Junior brother, I repent, I repent for my mistake. I shouldn’t have done that. I’ve always said that if it weren’t for your report, I might not be in such a miserable state now, but in reality, I know in my heart that if it weren’t for you, I would have been ruined long ago.”

"Waaaaah, Master, Master, I'm so sorry."

"Elder, I was wrong, I was wrong! It was I who brought the contraband! Waaah, please forgive me!"

"..."

The moment this eminent Buddhist monk appeared, he merely glanced casually at the group on the giant sword, yet the scene immediately descended into chaos. Everyone was filled with guilt, weeping and wailing as they recounted the sins buried deep within their hearts.

Even Gu Xiu couldn't help but be surprised by this strange ability.

Even he, faced with such gazes, couldn't help but repent for all his past mistakes, subconsciously feeling that he was a wicked person who shouldn't be accepted by heaven and earth or by Buddha.

but.

Just as everyone was filled with remorse, a cold voice came: "I promised your Immaculate Zen Master that I would wipe out the Buddhist Kingdom after the Sword Offering Ceremony, and I have come here to fulfill that promise."

He is the Sword Saint.

The swordsman who had remained silent ever since he stepped onto the greatsword finally spoke.

His tone was calm and even, as if he were talking about a trivial matter. Yet, it was this very narration that dispelled the self-doubt in everyone present. They all came to their senses and realized their strange behavior just now.

I broke out in a cold sweat and was terrified.

It is said that Buddhism is good at winning hearts and minds, and now it seems that this is indeed the case. They didn't even know when they fell into the trap. If it weren't for the Sword Saint, many of them would probably have committed suicide on the spot out of shame.

Such a change naturally aroused the suspicion of the Buddha who was guiding him.

His gaze swept over everyone on the greatsword, and after much hesitation, he finally spoke:

"Master Wugou's actions were merely wishful thinking on his part. He had embarked on the wrong path and been corrupted by the wrong spirit, which is why he did such a crazy thing. All of this was done by him alone."

"Of course, this is due to the lack of discipline within our Buddhist community. I am deeply ashamed and hope that everyone can understand."

"I hope that Senior Yin can see through everything."

The other party spoke earnestly and tried to defend themselves.

He still looked kind and gentle, but that kindness and gentleness couldn't help but turn into fear when facing the Sword Saint.

only……

The Sword Saint ignored his words and instead asked, "What did you say?"

"This humble monk says that Zen Master Wugou is..."

"I'm not asking about this sentence, what's the next sentence?"

"The next sentence?" The Buddha of Guidance paused for a moment, then said, "This is due to the lack of discipline within our Buddhist community. I am deeply ashamed and hope to receive your understanding."

"So that's what it means." The old sword saint glanced at the other party indifferently, his gaze still calm. Even the Buddha of Guidance was secretly pleased, thinking that the old sword saint might just want to get justice this time. But before he could speak, the old sword saint had already smiled and said:

"Since the Western Desert Buddhist Kingdom cannot discipline its disciples, then my Heavenly Abyss Sword Sect should also discipline you properly."

"As for what you said about gaining our understanding..."

"I'm sorry you chose death, but I won't let you down. Our way of understanding is very simple."

He didn't explain why it was simple; he just waved his hand.

next moment.

The numerous swords that originally formed the giant sword suddenly leaped out, then, like a dense array of threads, rushed towards the entire reception hall. Along with them were some of the Heavenly Abyss Sword Cultivators standing atop the giant sword.

A quick glance revealed that there were at least a thousand of them. They had broken free from the giant sword's restraints and were heading straight for the Jieyin Temple below.

The battle is about to break out.

The Buddhist disciples and the disciples of the Tianyuan Sword Sect clashed directly, and for a time they fought back and forth. But that's not quite right. The Buddhist sect was almost completely overwhelmed. If it weren't for the many fearless believers who always helped them take the hits at crucial moments, the temple would probably have been destroyed and its people killed by now.

“Senior, there must be some misunderstanding. Our Western Desert Buddhist Kingdom and the Heavenly Abyss Sword Sect have been at peace for over a thousand years. If we take action now, it will inevitably cause some friction. We hope that Senior Yin can take a step back and let things be.”

"Rest assured, our Buddhist Kingdom will give you an explanation. As long as you can abide by the agreement made back then and step back, we will certainly not be disrespectful to you because of this matter."

The Buddha who guided them still had eyes full of compassion, and every word he spoke seemed to carry the essence of Buddhism.

This caused countless believers to kneel down in response.

Hands together.

Begin offering blessings with a sincere attitude.

"No need." A dissatisfied voice came from the Sword Saint:

"I'm just here to keep my promise. As for whether you've truly repented or realized your mistakes, I don't really care that much."

These words seemed to sound the battle cry.

This caused the Tianyuan sword cultivators who were fighting below to become increasingly agile in their moves and more and more ferocious in their fighting style.

Half an hour.

In just half an hour, the outermost layer of the Western Buddha Kingdom, which symbolized the safest place, was completely breached. The Reception Hall, which symbolized the place where the strongest power in the outer layer was concentrated, has now been reduced to ruins and rubble.

The monks who were stationed there were all covered in blood as they went to the paradise they envisioned, with no chance of survival.

Even the Buddha who initially blocked the Sword Saint's path.

Under the watchful gaze of the Sword Saint, who revealed his sharp edge, they were all torn into a pile of mud.

A real puddle of mud

This should have been a huge gain, but the Sword Saint showed no joy whatsoever, merely waving his hand casually:

"Continue the expedition!"

The Sword Saint's journey to the west is still ongoing, but this journey will be stained with blood!