Can't?
The young monk heard the anxious shouts behind him. He turned around and gritted his teeth with tears all over his face.
"Senior Brother, look, this is a demon who kills without blinking!
I just want to live. What's wrong with that?”
"Then you can't defile Martial Uncle's corpse! Are you so afraid of death?!"
"Huineng, be obedient and come over quickly!"
The monks were either gentle or stern as they tried to stop him.
Lin Che stood tall, his blood-red robe fluttering in the wind.
The young monk's heart trembled when he saw the look in Lin Che's eyes. He pointed at Qi Sha's body and gritted his teeth,"
"What Martial Uncle? How can this person be considered a Buddhist? He works for the imperial court and is an executioner!”
After saying that, he suddenly turned around with his kasaya and walked to Qi Sha's corpse. He raised his leg and kicked it twice in anger.
"Stop! Stop!"
"Oh Buddha, quickly open your eyes and subdue this demon!”
The courtyard was filled with curses and cries.
After kicking Qi Sha's body, the young monk bent his head and panted heavily.
After a long while, he turned around and squeezed out a fawning smile as he looked at Lin Che,""Patron, this little monk, is this okay?”
Lin Che stood up and did not answer.
As if he had been pardoned, the monk turned around and ran into the distance. He did not care that he fell down a few times along the way and disappeared from everyone's sight.
"Sigh…"
Reverend Ku Zhi sighed softly.
The speed at which he moved the prayer beads was even faster than before.
Cheng Yaojin, Yuchi Baoqing, and the imperial guards were all stunned.
The sunlight was suddenly blocked by a dark cloud that drifted over from somewhere.
Without the warmth of the sun, the corpses and pools of blood in the courtyard made people's nerves tense and their backs colder.
It was as if...
The place they were standing on was not a Buddhist sacred land at all.
Instead, it was Asura Hell.
Clack clack.
The sound of light footsteps could be heard. Every step seemed to be stepping on the extremely fragile nerves of the Imperial Guards and the monks of Puzhao Temple.
Lin Che walked up to the monks who had scolded him and raised his knife.
Fresh blood gushed out, emitting dense steam.
As long as the killing intent was present.
No matter how many people he killed, it was still killing.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
Under Lin Che's continuous slaughter, the other young monks could no longer resist the fear and crawled up from the ground in panic.
They were like livestock being chased by evil spirits as they frantically rushed towards Qi Sha's corpse.
As she ran, she turned around to look at Lin Che with fear in her eyes.
He was afraid that if he was a step slower, he would be killed by the saber.
Hence, he decided to do it.
A scene appeared in Puzhao Temple, a scene that everyone present would never forget.
These monks, who were usually untainted by the mortal world and were full of Buddhist scriptures, could not withstand the fear of death. They threw away the precepts in their hearts, threw away their faith, and devoutness. They stepped on Qi Sha's corpse and begged for life.
The courtyard was deathly silent.
No matter how cold the wind was, it couldn't be colder than Lin Che's figure.
Lin Che's face was as calm as ever under the mask as he placed the Mo Sword on Abbot Ku Zhi's neck.
"Do you think Buddha is afraid of death like humans?”
His eyes were still tightly shut as he replied in an extremely aged voice,"
"I, Buddha Pudu Cihang, am not even afraid of cutting my flesh to feed the eagles. Why would I be afraid of death?”
Lin Che sneered.
"But you are human."
This sentence struck the depths of Abbot Ku Zhi's heart!
In such a peaceful and prosperous world, Buddhism was favored by the emperor. Many temples were built in Chang 'an, and the incense was flourishing.
Monks in such an environment, who were in contact with ordinary people and high-ranking officials and nobles all day long, how many of them could see through the mortal world and life and death?
Although Reverend Kuzhi was quite skilled, he could not remain unmoved in the face of death.
This could be seen from his attitude towards Seven Kills.
A person who still remembered the friendship of the same sect must still have the mortal world in his heart.
As if he had predicted that his life was coming to an end, Abbot Ku Zhi's body couldn't help but tremble.
"Patron, you can only be free if you put down your butcher knife.”
He moaned again, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Lin Che's face under the mask turned even colder as his lips moved.
"I once... Put down the butcher knife."
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