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Cai Zhuo, impatient and unwilling to listen to Yuanhui's excuses, forcefully pushed open the grand temple doors with his Inner Strength, revealing the eerie Skull Muyu before everyone.
It seemed that a considerable amount of Merit had already been accumulated within Muyu's eye sockets, which glimmered with golden light. Behind them, the stacked memorial tablets showed signs of damage; some were shattered, while most bore cracks, with only the emperor's tablet remaining intact.
This scene heightened Cai Zhuo's urgency. This was not the time for reminiscing—there was nothing left to inquire about! Such vile scoundrels deserved to be slain.
Without hesitation, Cai Zhuo launched his attack, each strike more ferocious than the last. Yuanhui remained seated in meditation, merely quickening the rhythm of Muyu's drumming. As danger approached, Muyu suddenly radiated a brilliant light and raised a Barrier that blocked all of Cai Zhuo's attacks.
Cai Zhuo, undeterred by this setback, increased his force. Sang Qingxiao noticed that with each of Cai Zhuo's strikes, a portion of the memorial tablets shattered.
"Cai Zhuo, stop!" Sang Qingxiao urgently called out. "He is using Merit to counter your attacks. The harder you hit and the more techniques you use, the more Merit he will steal."
Yuanhui chuckled coldly. "Miss Sang is correct. Initially, I only borrowed a little—just enough to get by. But with your incessant meddling, I've been forced to borrow even more. Alas, Amitabha, what a sin."
Cai Zhuo was furious; this was an outright threat—using royal Merit against them.
He grabbed Misha and said, "Isn't your recitation of the Sutra effective against him? You go!"
Yet Yuanhui remained unperturbed; his chanting was indeed more potent than Cai Zhuo's attacks. This meant he would need to borrow even more Merit to defend against him.
"Are you sure you want him to take action?" Yuanhui taunted.
Cai Zhuo hesitated, feeling a sense of dread creeping in.
Sang Qingxiao inquired, "The Muyu in your possession comes from Western Shu Esoteric Buddhism, doesn't it?"
"Good eye," Yuanhui said as he fondly stroked it. "Miss Sang, look how perfectly shaped this half skull is! I accidentally stumbled into the territory of Western Shu Esoteric Buddhism once; it was a desolate land scattered with white bones."
"Being part of Buddha Cultivation myself, I felt pity and spent two whole days burying those bones properly. Ironically enough, it was through my good intentions that I randomly chose a digging site and unearthed a pile of uniquely shaped essentials for Buddha Cultivation."
"When I first saw them, I wasn't afraid; instead, I was captivated by these Skull Muyu. At that time, I didn't know what they were for—I carefully selected the roundest one as a keepsake."
"You dare keep such an Evil Object!"
"Who says it's an Evil Object?" Yuanhui retorted sharply. "High Monks of Vajrayana use it to achieve Parinirvana and produce Sarira! To me, this is a sacred relic!"
Everything I have is for it.
As he gathered more and more Merit, Yuanhui felt himself drawing closer to Parinirvana. This wondrous sensation continually soothed his restlessness as if he were on the verge of fulfilling his desires. He began to reminisce about his past.
When I was young and my family was poor, being the eighth child meant there wasn't enough to feed us all. They chose me—the one who ate the most—to send to the temple.
At first, I was overjoyed just to have enough food every day. But as I grew older and saw my fellow disciples rising in rank within the temple, my satisfaction began to wane.
What does it matter if I can't be satisfied? I am naturally foolish; when I was in my teens, I couldn't even recite the simplest sutra.
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