Chapter 990: Fuxia (II)
As expected, he’s from the Wrathful Dao lineage... Kongheng’s heart sank. Things were turning dangerous. He forced himself to cup his hands and return the greeting, speaking gently, "May I ask why the senior has come here..."
Fuxia remained cold, almost amused, as he replied, "Master Monk Kongheng... do you truly not understand, or are you pretending not to? You and I both walk the Buddhist Dao, how dare you speak such nonsense?! Are you even truly a cultivator of the Northern Revered One’s Dao?"
The courtesy on his face had faded, and he now clearly doubted Kongheng’s identity. Kongheng paused briefly, then dropped all pleasantries and said sternly, "Senior, do you call turning a man into a deer with such a beast-forming curse righteous? I’ve only heard of North Demon-Subduing Temple exorcising evil, never of such heretical arts!"
Fuxia’s eyes flared with a bronze gleam, as painted golden lacquer shimmered on his face. His voice dropped, seething with rage, "Beast-forming heresy? This is the law of karmic retribution! A deer is a creature of Heaven and Earth, neither noble nor base. All life is equal. He killed a deer for selfish gain, which is no different from killing a man. Turning him into a deer was already lenient, as he was ignorant and uneducated!"
Kongheng’s sleeves stirred without a wind, golden light emerging faintly behind him. His voice now carried the deep resonance of a Buddhist chant as he said, "He killed the deer to save his ailing wife. Yet you turned him into a deer, and his wife, already destitute and bedridden, died as a result... He killed a deer, but you killed a person!"
When he heard that word 'but,' Fuxia realized Kongheng valued human life above that of beasts, betraying a disregard for the doctrine of all beings being equal. He flew into a rage.
Golden lacquer spread across his face, with bright markings emerging as he shouted, "Madman! Let me ask you! He was poor and his wife bedridden, but whose fault is that? Who is to blame? How dare you spout such nonsense here!"
His voice rolled like thunder, sending the surrounding cultivators fleeing in panic. Those who reacted too slowly were already bleeding from their ears, staggering unsteadily. Kongheng formed hand seals, the golden light behind him surging upward.
Clang!
A six-armed Vajra emerged from the golden light behind him. Its massive golden face was etched with horizontal patterns, glinting with red light. Its round eyes bulged, and its six arms held golden chains that stretched like a spiderweb across the sky, casting a shimmering golden canopy to shield the surrounding cultivators.