Full level ruthless person.

Chapter 424 Buddha Saint
The white-browed old monk nodded and said with a kind smile, "Fellow Daoist Fang, I will speak directly to you. Can you give up the life-slaying sword in your hand?"

Fang Zhixing couldn't help but glance at the evil monk who broke his vows.

"It's not for him to use, it's for the old monk to use."

The white-browed old monk pointed at himself and said with a serious look: "The terms of exchange remain unchanged. As long as Minghuang Temple has it, I will take whatever I want."

Fang Zhixing was silent for a moment, then replied, "I want a Buddha relic."

"Okay, deal!"

The old monk with white eyebrows agreed without any hesitation.

Fang Zhixing was overjoyed.

I didn't expect it would be so easy to obtain the Buddha's relics.

The next moment, the white-browed old monk waved his hand and a brocade box flew over.

"The previous generation of Buddha Saint, who was also my master, failed to ascend to heaven and did not want to be assimilated by heaven and earth, so he committed suicide and left behind a few relics."

The white-browed old monk opened the brocade box, revealing irregular pieces of golden bones.

Fang Zhixing immediately picked out the largest piece, then took out the bronze dagger and handed it over.

"Is this the Life-Slaying Sword?"

The old monk with white eyebrows picked up the bronze dagger, examined it for a while, then looked at the evil monk who broke his vows and asked, "How do I use it?"

The evil monk who broke his precepts said, "It's easy. Just chop yourself once."

The white-browed old monk had no doubt and swung his sword to chop off his own head.

Swish!
The bronze dagger flashed by and pierced through the white-browed old monk's head like air, leaving no scar.

The white-browed old monk blinked, looking a little dazed, as if he didn't feel any pain at all.

But in the next moment, the bronze dagger suddenly turned into dust-like fragments, flowed out from between the white-browed old monk's fingers, and drifted away with the wind.

"Gone……"

The white-browed old monk raised his head, as if thinking about something.

"Master!"

At this moment, Pokong Buddhist suddenly screamed and stared at the forehead of the white-browed old monk.

Fang Zhixing and the evil monk who broke his precepts also fixed their gazes on that spot on his forehead almost at the same time.

The white-browed old monk was startled at first, then turned his head to look at a bronze mirror.

I saw a black "卍" character appear on his forehead, as if it was written with a brush.

"This is?!"

The old monk with white eyebrows was greatly surprised. He hurriedly approached the bronze mirror and touched his forehead with his hand.

The "卍" character does not look like a tattoo, but more like it is embedded under the skin and buried in the texture of flesh and blood.

Seeing this, the evil monk who broke his precepts asked curiously: "How is it, do you feel any different?"

"It seems that nothing has changed."

The white-browed old monk looked all over his body and didn't notice anything unusual.

"Well, I'll give it a try."

The old monk with white eyebrows stood up, but did nothing.

Fang Zhixing and Pokong Buddhist only felt the air suddenly solidify and their bodies were completely unable to move.

The free life metal particles between heaven and earth no longer obeyed their orders and all submitted to the white-browed old monk.

Even the life metal particles in their bodies became restless and emerged from their pores on their own, as if they had rebelled, switched sides, changed flags, and became out of control.

This is the power of the Martial Saint!

The mighty power of heaven and earth can be mobilized at will, taking whatever one wants, and unleashing all kinds of ninth-level skills without restriction.

Just like the heaven and earth themselves, great and sacred!
Even if Fang Zhixing is at the peak of Martial King, he is still as weak as an ant and not worth mentioning in front of a true Martial Saint.

But it's not over yet.

All the life metal particles gathered around the white-browed old monk seemed to undergo some incredible changes and burst into brilliant golden color.

Even the "卍" character on his forehead gradually changed from black to gold.

For a moment, the image of the white-browed old monk became tall and radiant, as if the real Buddha had descended. One could not look directly at him, nor could one blaspheme against him.

“I feel great now!”

The white-browed old monk revealed a smile that could tear the sky apart, as if he had never been so happy in his life.

Seeing this, Pokong Buddhist disciple said excitedly: "So, Master, you can stay in this world for a long time?"

The white-browed old monk looked at his whole body again and laughed heartily: "The world has stopped assimilating me. I feel as if I have jumped out of this world."

The Buddhist disciple Pokong was dumbfounded and asked in shock: "Master, have you become a Buddha?"

The white-browed old monk was silent for a moment, then replied calmly, "I have never seen the Buddha."

The evil monk who broke his precepts tilted his head and said seriously: "Buddha is omnipotent."

The white-browed old monk understood what he meant, looked around at the three people and said, "Can you please make a wish to me?"

Fang Zhixing lowered his head and looked submissive, not moving at all.

Pokong Buddhist thought for a moment and said devoutly, "I have always wanted to know the whereabouts of 'Great Love Demon Lord'."

The Demon Lord Da Ai is a giant in the magic world and a master at the level of Martial King.

This official has killed countless people and committed many evil things. He is notorious and is the public enemy of the world.

However, few people know that the true identity of the Great Love Demon Lord is actually a Buddhist disciple of the previous generation of Minghuang Temple. After he went astray, he fell into the devil's way and committed numerous evil deeds.

Minghuang Temple has always wanted to clean up its ranks, but the Demon Lord Da Ai is very cunning and his whereabouts are secretive, so no one knows his whereabouts.

As the new disciple of Buddha, there will be a fateful showdown between Pokong and the Demon Lord of Great Love.

Hearing this, the evil monk who broke his precepts laughed and said, "You can just make a wish and ask the master to help you catch the Great Love Demon Lord, right?"

The Buddhist disciple Pokong couldn't help but look at the old monk with white eyebrows, and a hint of anticipation appeared on his face.

The white-browed old monk nodded, then closed his eyes and sat cross-legged.

The golden light on his body began to flow faster and faster, and the "卍" character between his eyebrows also began to shine.

After a while, he opened his eyes with a meaningful expression, and said, "So this is what it feels like to become a Buddha."

“Really, I have become a Buddha!!”

The Buddhist disciples Pokong were filled with awe.

Fang Zhixing held his breath, his face full of disbelief.

The evil monk who broke his precepts looked around and questioned, "If you really become a Buddha, where is the Great Love Demon Venerable?"

The white-browed old monk smiled, his expression unfathomable, and said calmly: "Buddha can indeed fulfill a person's wish, but the way to fulfill it is not done overnight.

For example, if you want a child, Buddha will not directly conjure a child for you, or let you, a man, get pregnant directly, but will give you a destiny. "

He turned to Pokong Buddhist and said slowly: "Four years from now, in the golden autumn, you and the Great Love Demon Lord will meet in the Yellow Valley."

The Buddhist disciple Pokong took a deep breath and clasped his hands together.

"Humph, you're just being mysterious..."

The evil monk who broke his precepts raised his eyebrows, a little disappointed, and snorted coldly: "Buddha, nothing more than that."

The white-browed monk didn't take it seriously and said with a smile, "I only said that I had the feeling of becoming a Buddha, I didn't say that I am the Buddha."

The evil monk who broke his vows shook his head, unable to hide his disappointment, and said, "That's right. How can you become a Buddha with just a life-slaying sword?"

The old monk with white eyebrows said: "If you are sincere, your wish will come true. If you believe that I am a Buddha, then I am a Buddha."

The evil monk who broke his vows laughed, looking very disdainful. The old monk with white eyebrows looked at Fang Zhixing and asked with a smile: "Fang Daoyou, do you have any wishes?"

Fang Zhixing hesitated for a moment and asked, "Senior, do you know everything now?"

The white-browed old monk replied, "No, for example, I still don't know much about you."

Fang Zhixing couldn't help but frown and asked in confusion: "Then what do you mean by becoming a Buddha?"

The white-browed monk replied, "It means that as long as I want to understand you and have this thought, I will definitely know everything about you. It's just a matter of time."

He spread his hands.

The word "因" appears on the left hand.

The word "果" (fruit) appears on the right hand.

"Fate, to put it simply, is how things turn out."

The white-browed old monk held his left hand, raised his right hand, and explained carefully: "I cut off my own destiny, so I can rewrite my own destiny at will and preset my own destiny.

For example, I can now set 'I will know everything about you'. After setting this result, my life will have a clear direction, and I will naturally get the desired result in the future."

Fang Zhixing's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly realized.

Generally speaking, there is often a cause before there is an effect!
This is a theoretical explanation. In real life, a cause may not necessarily lead to an effect.

For example, if you want to be an official, this is the result.

There may be many reasons, such as you are the child of an official, you work hard, you passed the civil service exam, and so on.

A series of causes will eventually lead to your becoming an official.

Of course, you may also fail and end up not being able to become an official.

There are many causes, but the results are uncertain.

This is the normal state of life.

But the old monk with white eyebrows broke this norm. Whatever fruit he wanted, he would definitely get that fruit!
If he wants to be an official, he will eventually become one.

As for the intermediate process, everything will go according to his wishes, happen naturally and smoothly.

"The realm of fate is all about playing with cause and effect!" Fang Zhixing sighed softly.

The white-browed old monk nodded and smiled slightly, saying contentedly: "The first great realm of life is the realm of Nirvana, the realm of reincarnation, and the realm of destiny! Isn't the reason why we practice so hard just to be able to completely control our own destiny?"

Hearing this, the evil monk who broke his vows suddenly interrupted and asked, "Have you ever had the intention to kill? Since you can predict the outcome, can you use this ability to kill another martial saint?"

The white-browed old monk clasped his hands together and said calmly, "Monks are compassionate, and I have no intention of killing."

The evil monk who broke his precepts said, “I think that even if you want to kill, you can’t kill other martial saints.”

Pokong Buddhist disciple asked in confusion: "Why can't he kill him? Master has just proved that he can predict the outcome?"

"You misunderstood."

The evil monk who broke his precepts responded: "Master can only predict his own fate, but not the fate of others, right?

He said that you and Demon Lord Da Ai will meet in four years, but that is not your destiny, but the destiny he has preset for himself!
I bet that even if the master predicts that you will definitely be promoted to a martial saint, you may not be able to do it in the future."

The face of Buddhist disciple Pokong changed slightly.

The white-browed old monk did not deny it, but smiled mysteriously and said, "Those involved are confused, but those who are on the sidelines can see things more clearly. As long as you can jump outside the world, you will see many different landscapes."

Having said that, the white-browed old monk suddenly raised his chin and looked towards the roof.

"Buddha Saint!"

A loud and rough voice suddenly sounded.

The white-browed old monk smiled and said, "Ze Sheng, how are you?"

After hearing this, Pokong Buddhist couldn't help but wonder, "Could it be the Martial Saint who lives in seclusion in the Southern Wilderness Swamp?"

The next moment, a figure appeared outside the door.

He has a middle-aged appearance, a full beard, a short stature, and is wearing a green robe with water patterns.

The white-browed old monk stood up and said with a smile, "The great saint Ze has come to visit us. It is a great honor for Minghuang Temple. Please take a seat."

Ze Sheng walked in and sat down calmly.

Fang Zhixing saw this and tactfully left.

When he was leaving, he heard Ze Sheng ask, "It seems that I was right. The world no longer swallows you. How did you do it?"

……

……

Not long after, Fang Zhixing returned to his guest room and spread out his hands.

A golden relic lay quietly in the palm of his hand.

[3. Obtain 1 Buddha relic (prepared, completed?)]

Fang Zhixing did not act rashly.

At this time, he was in Minghuang Temple, under the eyes of the Buddha, and he should not make any movements.

Not to mention, the Buddha Saint had just severed his fate and became unpredictable.

Just as he was thinking about it, a powerful pressure suddenly descended and enveloped the entire Minghuang Temple.

"Martial Saint, two!"

Fang Zhixing was awed. He did not expect that two more Martial Saints would come.

The next moment, the pressure disappeared in a flash.

"My goodness, with the four Martial Saints gathered together, Minghuang Temple has become a place of trouble."

Fang Zhizhi decided to act without hesitation, packed up his bags and set off.

bang~
Suddenly, a huge shock wave spread out.

A huge mushroom cloud rose above Minghuang Temple!
The meditation room where Fang Zhixing was was instantly destroyed by a terrifying force.

Dust and smoke rolled, and strong winds swept through.

A pile of rubble was uncovered, and Fang Zhi walked out, covered in dust.

He looked up into the sky.

I saw four figures confronting each other in the air, with swords drawn.

There is an old monk with white eyebrows, Ze Sheng, a very majestic old man in purple robe, and a white-haired old woman.

Judging from the positions of the four people, Ze Sheng, the white-haired grandma and the old man in purple robe are attacking the white-browed old monk.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk with white eyebrows glanced down and saw a big pit in Minghuang Temple. The thousand-year-old temple was destroyed and countless monks died.

"My three fellow Taoists, why has it come to this?" the white-browed old monk asked in a sad voice.

The purple-robed old man said coldly: "If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for successfully cutting off your fate. I, Ze Sheng, and Bai Sheng will either ascend to heaven or die, but you can live forever. Your existence is a huge threat to our future generations."

Ze Sheng agreed with this and nodded, sighing, "As long as you are alive, who else in this world can stand out? Our descendants will all look up to you and follow your lead."

The white-haired old lady also said: "Buddha Saint, you have done something against the will of heaven, so you must bear the punishment from heaven!"

The white-browed monk spread his hands and said, "You worry too much. I am a monk, how can I dominate the world?"

The purple-robed old man sneered and said, "You may not have such thoughts now, but what about your disciples and the forces that are attached to Minghuang Temple?"

Ze Sheng nodded and said, "It's just a matter of time. Whether you are willing to admit it or not, your existence itself is a threat and cannot be forgiven!"

The three Martial Saints were filled with murderous intent and had no intention of letting the white-browed old monk go.

(End of this chapter)