Chapter 992: The Plot Of The Demon-Subduing Temple (II)
Kongheng had once entered the Pure Land[1] himself. There were luminous treasure pools, glazed jade steps, lotus canopies, hundreds of birds and beasts, and millions of souls in bliss inside. One could even leave upon being summoned. He was young then, and the experience had shaken him deeply. It even made him begin to secretly question his own Dao lineage.
I’ve had heart-connection since my youth and I can sense others’ emotions. Those people were all genuinely happy... Fuxia too is wholeheartedly devout... this... thought Kongheng.
After the Liao River Temple collapsed, Kongheng had journeyed southward, witnessing countless tragedies across Yan and Zhao States. Only then did he begin to appreciate his master’s Buddhist teachings. Yet Fuxia’s words had stirred that old unease once again. There was a tight knot in his chest that he could not bring himself to voice.
Their ways are simply too extreme, too domineering... if all Seven Daos followed the same moral discipline as the Great Mahayana Dharma Realm or the Precept Dao... thought Kongheng.
The Great Mahayana Dharma Realm and the Precept Dao did not absorb the bliss realm into their bellies, but instead guided people through dharma light. They chanted scriptures and preached teachings, only receiving the people one by one when their merits are fulfilled and their hearts yearn for it, thus they are known as the righteous Daos.
As for the remaining five Daos, they often disregarded the will of the people, swallowing them in one gulp. It was such ruthlessness that made Kongheng hesitate. If not for that, his resolve would have faltered long ago...
"Kongheng!" Li Ximing shouted, snapping the narrow-eyed monk back to reality. The golden chains in his hand had long gone taut, and the Radiant Origin Pass now trembled unsteadily.
Kongheng was sluggish and dispirited, but Li Ximing’s mind was racing. He knew his own strength well; he might not excel in open combat, but the grinding and suppressive force of his radiant pass was no joke. If he unleashed its full might, even core disciples of the three major sects would be forced to yield.
Even someone like Li Qinghong would avoid getting caught beneath his radiant pass during a duel. Not to mention, he also had Kongheng beside him. This monk’s Buddhist arts were anything but ordinary.
With the two of us combined, crushing him fair and square beneath this pass and countless golden Buddhist chains binding him, what Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator could possibly endure?