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Yuanhui silently recited the Pure Heart Sutra several times before regaining his composure and advising the gathered monks, "Wulian has entered Parinirvana. It is both a time of joy and sorrow! Guests from all over will soon arrive, so let us prepare quickly."
The crowd remained still. Some were still in shock, others were reflecting on their past actions, while a few were enviously eyeing the dazzling Sarira. In contrast, those who were wary of Misha were the least among them.
At that moment, Sarira stopped circling and soared into the air, heading straight for the main hall of Pujisi. Nine more Sarira circled around Misha's neck and evenly pressed into the string of prayer beads hanging there. Once inside, they did not remain still; the colorful Buddhist light pulsed rhythmically.
Under the soothing glow of the Buddhist light, Misha's demonic nature was completely suppressed.
"Yuanhui Master," Wisdom Supreme intently watched Misha's prayer beads and gestured for Yuanhui to bring them forth.
However, Yuanhui replied, "Let it be; it was Wulian's last wish."
Previously, Wulian had spoken with Misha without concern for those around them. Wulian had said that Misha was both a demon and a Buddha, with both aspects mutually achieving greatness.
Considering Wulian's past achievements, it was hard to understand why he received such recognition from heaven. However, if Misha were to accomplish great things in the future that benefited Wulian, then it made sense.
Regardless of how this speculation turned out, it was always good to facilitate a connection and create a good relationship.
Yuanhui tacitly accepted the ownership of the Nine Relics, but Wisdom Supreme was unwilling. Since ancient times, Sarira belonged to temples; disrupting this order was unacceptable!
Order? Hasn't your Demon Subduing Institute often disrupted order behind closed doors? Yuanhui lowered his voice and implied that Wulian's Parinirvana was still somewhat related to Wisdom Supreme. If it weren't for the harsh treatment from your subordinates, he might have been able to hold on a little longer. He called you so many senior brothers; now that he is gone, you won't even respect his last wish?
Moreover, as long as Misha remains in the temple, Sarira remains in the temple—why bother with ownership?
Wisdom Supreme felt awkward upon hearing this and asked again how they should deal with Misha.
Misha’s departure had its reasons and caused no harm; maintaining the original judgment and continuing confinement would suffice.
Having become a Half-Demon, Misha had keen hearing and caught wind of their whispered conversation. Having already composed himself, he stood up and volunteered, "No, I will voluntarily enter the Demon Suppression Tower."
Everyone gasped at his words.
Wisdom Supreme was also surprised and confirmed, "Do you know what the Demon Suppression Tower is?"
"I do," Misha replied. It is where serious offenders among demons are imprisoned—a place where survival is unlikely.
Not just within the temple but across the entire world—the Demon Suppression Tower has been recorded in documents for over a thousand years. It houses only the most wicked demons and monsters; once one enters, there is no way out—those who go in are confined until death.
A place where survival is unlikely? Ha! For Misha, it would be akin to certain death—there would be no chance of escape. In fact, upon entering, he would likely be devoured alive by other demons and monsters.
You may not yet know the horrors that lie within.
No, I do. I have read all the books from the Treasure Pavilion, which contain terrifying descriptions of the Demon Suppression Tower. I will assume that everything written is true, but so what?
When Master Parinirvana passed away, it caused quite a stir. I believe many people are rushing to pay their respects; he deserves to be revered by all. However, if they inquire about the full circumstances of Master Parinirvana's passing, they will inevitably mention me.
I, the root of all this sin, will become the greatest blemish on Master’s life. I voluntarily went to the Demon Suppression Tower, and I was meant to go there. When people ask about it later, you should cover for Master with your words, so he is not disturbed by the filthy remarks of the world.
Moreover, with Master’s Sarira accompanying me, I am not so easily killed. While I recite scriptures and pray for blessings in mourning for him, perhaps I can even persuade the wicked to abandon their murderous ways and attain Buddhahood; that would count as a merit.
Whether genuine or feigned concern, some people came to persuade me repeatedly, yet they could not sway me.
On that day, Misha entered the Demon Suppression Tower on her own.
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