You said you could kill the evil spirits without me, why are you crying now?

Chapter 284 Such pure, such warm power!
"Such pure, such warm power!"

Standing in the hotel room, Chu He couldn't help but sigh as he watched the situation develop outside.

He rarely felt such power, and he was afraid that even an evil spirit could not fake it.

Could it be that the power of practice of those monks in the Great Western Paradise also comes from some ancient heritage?
After all, Blue Star is so huge, so it is understandable that there are some scattered ancient heritages.

However, judging by the spectacular scene of the monk's attack,
I'm afraid he has already cultivated his realm to a very high level.

Above the brightly lit luxurious hotel, an unimaginably huge golden palm quietly took shape.

Its size is almost comparable to the huge head floating in the night sky, exuding an ominous aura.

This palm seemed to be from an ancient god, shining with golden light, and every ray of light contained the power of purification and judgment.

The huge head was now hanging under the dark sky, and a strange and cold smile spread across its hideous face. It was an unreasonable and creepy joy.

As the golden palm approached, the joy gradually turned into intense alertness and uneasiness.

The smile on the head became increasingly distorted, and malice overflowed like substance, as if it could tear apart the air.

Suddenly, the huge head began to tremble uncontrollably.

It was a shudder that came from the depths of the soul, an inability to resist the impending destruction.

The golden palm ignored all obstacles and pressed down with the force of thunder. Its speed was so fast that it was astonishing.

In an instant, golden light surged out like a tide, dyeing the entire night sky a dazzling golden color.

That light contained the power to purify all things. Wherever it passed, all evil and filth melted away.

Under this unstoppable force, the huge head's defense collapsed in an instant like paper.

I saw its huge body twisting and deforming in the golden light.
Eventually it turned into dust all over the sky, dispersed by the wind, and disappeared without a trace.

The strange smile that once made people's hearts flutter also disappeared into the darkness, as if it had never existed.

Immediately afterwards, an even more shocking scene unfolded before everyone’s eyes.

The normal-sized heads that were originally floating in the air lost their support and fell to the ground one after another like kites with broken strings, making a dull and heart-pounding sound.

These heads were torn into pieces and covered in blood the moment they hit the ground.

The expressions on their faces quickly changed from the previous weird smiles to despair, pain, numbness and collapse.
That was the most true portrayal of life before it disappeared, forming a sharp contrast with the false smile before, which was chilling.

On the ground, blood flowers caused by the smashing heads bloomed one after another, bright and dazzling. They were incompatible with the luxurious scene around them, creating a weird and terrifying atmosphere.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and death, making everyone who witnessed the scene feel a chill involuntarily.

The environment in the luxury hotel became completely quiet.

Even though the strange situation has been resolved, no one dares to come out.

Because no one knows what the situation outside is like, and whether the danger has been eliminated.

At this moment, the door of a room in the luxury hotel was pushed open, and a monk wearing a cassock walked out, with his hands clasped together and a string of Buddhist beads hanging between his fingers.

The monk had a kind face. As he walked out, the doors of the surrounding rooms were pushed open one by one, and other monks walked out.

These monks were brought here by this monk, and naturally they came to participate in the martial arts academy ranking competition organized by the Lighthouse Empire.

"What a pity, these are all living lives.

They must have come to the Black Continent prairie to seek wealth.
I hope to change the lives of myself, my family and my loved ones.

Unexpectedly, he died here and even his body became incomplete.

It’s a pity that I didn’t come to the Black Continent Prairie earlier, otherwise, I might have had a chance to save them from the sea of ​​suffering, Amitabha.

Next, I will lead other monks to pray for the souls of the dead."

This kind-looking monk jumped down from the building with other monks and landed steadily on the ground.

Then, he sat down cross-legged next to the bloody heads on the ground.

"All conditioned dharmas are like dream bubbles, dew and electricity, and should be viewed in this way."

"If one wishes to understand all the Buddhas of the past, present and future, one should contemplate the nature of the Dharmadhatu, and realize that everything is created by the mind alone."

"All phenomena are impermanent, they are subject to birth and death. When birth and death cease, nirvana is present."

……

In that solemn and silent moment,

All the monks seemed to be drawn by the same force; their voices merged into an irresistible torrent, with ancient scriptures flowing from their lips and teeth.

These scriptures are no longer simply a collection of words.

They turned into golden rays of light, like the gentlest first ray of sunlight at dawn, penetrating the curtain of night.

The golden characters are delicate and exquisite. They slowly gather in the air and sway gently as if alive.

Like fireflies flickering in the woods on a summer night, or like fallen leaves floating on the lake in autumn,
Eventually, they converge into a gorgeous ocean of light.

In this ocean of light, they began to dance.
With a rhythm beyond the world, it surrounded the head on the ground that was still open-eyed and covered it with a golden coat.

Above the head, golden light intertwined, and each ray of light was like a delicate paintbrush.
Intricate patterns are traced across the surface of the skull.

Under the shining light, those originally stiff and lifeless faces seemed to be slowly changing, and their outlines gradually became clearer. The souls of the deceased were briefly revived at this moment.

Their faces showed both a attachment to the world and a fear of the unknown, but more importantly, a deep, unspeakable reluctance to leave.

The crowd around the luxury hotel was silent, and this incredible scene was reflected in everyone's eyes.

Their faces showed surprise, sadness, and more often than not, a complex emotion that was difficult to describe.

Those sentimental people had tears welling up in their eyes, which eventually slid down uncontrollably and dripped onto the cold ground, blending into this scene filled with the pain of parting.

The dead heads, bathed in the golden light, seemed to be saying their final farewell.

Their eyes are filled with reluctance to leave their relatives, lovers, friends and this world.

All the words they wanted to say and the emotions they wanted to express were condensed in this final gaze.

However, the wheel of fate rolls forward, and they cannot escape the cycle of life and death after all.

Finally, under the cover of the golden light, all the heads slowly dissipated and turned into nothingness.

They took away all the pain, fear and reluctance, as well as people's endless longing for the deceased.

The sobbing in the crowd gradually subsided, but the heavy heart remained for a long time.

At this moment, the boundary between life and death becomes blurred, and people are immersed in the pursuit of life.
Deep thoughts on death and love.

"I would like to ask, where does salvation go?"

Chu He's voice came from the corridor.

(End of this chapter)