Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 567 - 368: Murder and Heartbreak, Shen Hui’s Opportunity, Pointing the Sword at the Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple, News of the Qilin Holy Helm._2

"Mount Daguangming has welcomed back the lineage of the foreign Ranwo Monastery, and now their strength has greatly increased. Kutuo Temple has also become a formidable presence spreading its branches in the perilous Demon Realm."

Upon hearing this, Yi Chen's steps faltered suddenly.

"I have an audacious request, Yi Taoist," Yue Qingping said. "May I inquire why, with your cultivation, you also hold such apprehension toward these two temples? Could it be that they also possess mighty cultivators who have broken through the limit three times?"

Yi Chen wasn't surprised that Yue Qingping knew about his grudge with the Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple. It would be truly bizarre if Da Yue hadn't thoroughly investigated his past conflicts with the Buddhist community.

"No."

"Then why is that?"

"Hehe, naturally, it's because all Buddhist monasteries share the same roots and branches. There's an old monk in Kutuo Temple who has also successfully broken through the limit. As for Mount Daguangming..." Yue Qingping paused here, her voice carrying a hint of respect as she continued in a somber tone.

"Tell me, generation after generation of high monks are buried in the Buddha's cave at the moment of death, sealing themselves with the expectations of countless people, and then at a certain moment, choose one with astonishing Buddha-nature to inherit the legacy of the ancestors. How strong do you think that person would be?"

"He is one, but also the collective memories of generations of deceased monks. They aim to gather the strength of the many to create another Tian Buddha!"

"This mad plan, perfected by innumerable high monks, is already halfway to success."

Yi Chen too couldn't help but feel a chill at these words.

This was ruthless.

Generation after generation sacrificed for the sake of others to produce an unparalleled Buddha.

Countless trees wither away their life force, striving to nourish a single sapling, bearing the wisdom and memories of many, to complete the Buddha path they could not finish.

How magnificent! What a wildly fanatic plan!

"Who is this person?" Yi Chen couldn't help but ask.

"This man is called Shen Hui, who happens to be an old acquaintance of yours. However, in my view, this method is also fraught with dangers, and he might even fall into devilry one day."

"Hehe, the result of bearing the cultivation and memories of thousands is also to bear the obsessions and inner demons of thousands. Let's hope for their success."

"This Buddha child's ascension to the heavens will naturally come at a heavy price. Let's hope the Buddha's rhyme within the cave can suppress his inner demons."

"But regardless, I truly admire the group of great monks on Mount Daguangming for conceiving what others have not and achieving what others cannot."

Yi Chen never thought that he would hear such shocking secrets today.

If he remembered correctly, he still had a one-year pact with Shen Hui…

"Forget it, it's already expired. An expired pact naturally doesn't count."

"With a schedule of a hundred or eighty years, how can I, Yi Taoist, have the time to accompany this Buddha child in another battle?"

Yi Chen made up his mind, entrusted the nun with some instructions, exchanged a few more words, and then transformed into a streak of light and departed.

This time he was headed to the capital, Da Du, to discuss a deal with the Yue Family.

A deal targeting the Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple.

After waiting for two years and with the Yan Family taken care of, it was time to deliver his master's ashes to Holy Mother Piao Xue.

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It was the letter that Master Bai Yunzi had written with repeated exhortations—something that lingered in his thoughts, yet he had never seen it.

Out of respect for Bai Yunzi, Yi Chen felt great regret but did not intend to exploit a loophole to peek at what the letter might contain.

This was his respect for the deceased Bai Yunzi.

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…

One month later.

Da Du.

Inside a royal monastery, Yi Chen sat opposite a nun with beautiful features and ascetic practice.

Although it was the transition from spring to summer, thick snow still clung to the walls of the monastery courtyard.

"Reverend Mother, this is Master Bai Yunzi's urn of ashes. Before his demise, he entrusted me to make sure it reached your hands," Yi Chen said as he produced the urn, his eyes revealing a trace of sorrow and longing.

He couldn't help but reminisce about the times over the past decade when he had caused his Master Bai Yunzi exasperation.

Thinking back, it still seemed as vivid as if it all happened yesterday.

His master, though a Holy Mother, did not hinder Yi Chen's recognition of him.

The Holy Mother sacrifices self for others, and Bai Yunzi was such a person.

Any rational being, in fact, respects the pure-hearted Holy Mother, and at the very least, does not dislike them.

Imagine, if you were drowning, and three people passed by—a Holy Mother, a hypocritical saint, and a social Darwinist.

Of the three, whom would you hope to pass by? Of course, the Holy Mother because they are truly kind.

Yi Chen was clear about reciprocation. He always repaid kindness and, as for resentments... they were remembered and returned tenfold!

How he treated others depended on how they had treated him.

If a Holy Mother were drowning, he would choose to save the person to the shore, but if it were a hypocritical saint, he would pretend not to see and walk away, because if he were drowning, the hypocritical saint wouldn't save him.

If a social Darwinist were drowning, that would be a different matter.

He would throw a large rock at their head without hesitation, and if that killed them, it was their own fault for having a soft skull.

On this matter, Yi Taoist himself had something to say. Clearly, it was a case of insufficient evolutionary development; with such a soft skull, dying was deserved.

If they were diligent enough, they would evolve a thicker skull, or wear a helmet while walking by the river~

A favorite saying of social Darwinists is 'survival of the fittest.' Why don't they reflect on why they didn't make more of an effort...?

If you were drowning, that group would not even match up to the hypocritical saints. How could you not throw a stone to live up to their social Darwinist identity?

"Master, it's been two years, and I truly miss you, you stubborn old man," Yi Chen muttered.

"Over these years, your disciple really hasn't messed up. When Black Tiger Gang caused trouble and came to provoke, I've buried them all, not leaving their corpses in the wild, affording them dignity."