Chapter 341: Compassion
"you you……"

Liu Xunyi stabbed him in the chest with a knife, and blood flowed like a river in the blink of an eye. Even if Jian Zhong had high martial arts skills, he was already helpless at this moment and his injuries were difficult to heal.

The piercing pain gradually turned into a daze and numbness. Jian Zhong's life force was draining away at a terrifying speed, and his strength was drained from his body bit by bit.

This weak feeling of being on the verge of death, as if someone had blocked his acupuncture points, his body leaned stiffly on Liu Xunyi's shoulder, trembling constantly, but unable to move at all.

Surprise, regret, anger, self-mockery... thousands of emotions gathered in his heart, making Jian Zhong's expression look particularly wonderful.

He stared with a pair of unbelievable scarlet eyes, staring at Liu Xunyi's hideous features without blinking, as if he wanted to ask something, but as soon as his lips opened, a thick stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, instantly drowning out the weak sound in his throat.

In the end, Jian Zhong's thousands of words could only turn into painful and heavy gasps, venting his unwillingness to Liu Xunyi.

"Before Tang Cong died, I promised him that I would make sure you died a miserable death!"

Liu Xunyi's cold voice rang in Jian Zhong's ears, causing his weak eyes to suddenly freeze.

Then, Liu Xunyi pulled out the hidden knife from Jian Zhong's chest with lightning speed, and then pushed with both hands, causing Jian Zhong to turn his body and lean his back against him. Then he tightened his left hand and held the knife in his right hand, pressing it tightly against Jian Zhong's neck.

Judging from his posture, it seemed as if he was going to brutally behead Jian Zhong, who was barely alive and had no power to fight back.

Feeling the biting coldness on his neck, Jian Zhong's breathing suddenly became rapid. He was not afraid of death, but he didn't want to die in such a cowardly and without dignity.

Unfortunately, Jian Zhong was already a piece of meat on the chopping board, allowing Liu Xunyi to slaughter him, with no room for resistance at all. He struggled hard for a while, and finally gave up the pointless resistance, closed his eyes, and seemed to have accepted his fate.

"Amitabha!"

Just as Liu Xunyi was preparing to cut off Jian Zhong's head to avenge Tang Cong, the young monk in the bamboo basket suddenly let out a compassionate sigh.

"Donor Liu, the dead are gone, why do you continue to kill? Donor Jian killed Donor Tang, Donor Liu killed Donor Jian, and this cycle will continue. The resentment will only accumulate, and you will never have peace in your lifetime." The monk advised, "Donor Liu, I would like to give you the same advice I gave Donor Jian. Put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha right now."

"Young Master, his lungs have been injured and he will definitely not survive." Liu Xunyi replied, "In fact, I have already killed him. Don't you think it's a little too late for you to say these words now?"

"No." The monk said, "You fought with Donor Jian because you still have a grudge against Donor Tang for his unjust death. So all the causes and effects just now are the bad karma between Donor Jian and Donor Tang, and have nothing to do with Donor Liu. Right now, Donor Jian has died because of Donor Tang's resentment, and Donor Liu is completely awake. Therefore, if you attack him now, it has nothing to do with Donor Tang's hatred, but Donor Liu's own obsession. One thought can make you a Buddha, and one thought can make you a devil. Donor Liu, please stop before it's too late and turn back."

"Young Master's words are unfathomable. Unfortunately, I am just an ordinary person and I cannot understand your reasoning." Liu Xunyi said calmly, "I only know that killing someone means paying with one's life. This is only natural."

"If you kill him, what's the difference between that and his killing of Donor Tang?" The little monk tried to persuade him earnestly. "What's more, Donor Jian is dying now, and Donor Tang has already been avenged. Why should Donor Liu insist on cutting off his head and letting him die in shame?"

"If I remember correctly, Jian Zhong should be the young master's enemy, not his benefactor." Liu Xunyi said suspiciously, "He kidnapped you from the Potala Palace and never cared about your life or death. Why are you begging for him now?"

"God is merciful and kind. Even ants are greedy for life, so why shouldn't humans cherish their lives? Donor Liu is just greedy for the moment, be careful not to go too far, too much is as bad as too little." The monk said, "Do you know how much bad karma will be created between you and Donor Jian if you cut it with this knife?"

"So what?" Liu Xunyi said stubbornly, "In all his lives, if he wants to seek revenge on me, just come and I will fight him to the end. What's more, reincarnation is just the imagination of you monks. I never believe in ghosts and gods."

"In this case, I am willing to take the blow for you, Benefactor Jian. How about it?" The monk gave in a step, but still refused to give up.

"What did you say?" Liu Xunyi couldn't help but feel surprised.

"Master Liu, feel free to cut off my head. I will never blame you. As long as it can resolve a bad karma in the world, what does my head mean to me? Master Liu, just take it."

The monk's words not only shocked Liu Xunyi, but also made Jian Zhong, who was barely breathing, tremble in his heart.

When Jian Zhong wanted to kill Tang Cong in Tianrong Temple, the monk offered to exchange his own life for Tang Cong's. At that time, Jian Zhong thought he was being hypocritical and false.

To this day, Jian Zhong is seriously injured and is clearly doomed to die, but I am still willing to exchange my own head for a bit of his dignity. How could this not make Jian Zhong fall into deep thought?
Seeing that Liu Xunyi's eyes were erratic and he seemed to be wavering, the monk added: "If Mr. Liu agrees, I am willing to dedicate all my cultivation of a hundred lifetimes to you, and hope that you can escape from the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible."

"It is said that Buddha once cut off his flesh to feed eagles, and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva once made a great vow, 'I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty.'" Liu Xunyi murmured, "I thought it was just a legend, but after meeting the young master today, I finally understood what compassion is and what it means to save all living beings. The young master ignored his own life and death, just to resolve a bad relationship in the mortal world. Such a loving and kind heart, I admire it with all my heart."

"So, the donor agrees?"

"No!" Before the monk could show his joy, Liu Xunyi suddenly said solemnly, "The young master has his own beliefs, and I also have my own obsessions. In the martial arts world, people believe that every grievance has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor, and every person is responsible for his own actions. Tang Cong was killed by Jian Zhong, and it has nothing to do with other people. Today, I will only kill Jian Zhong, and will not hurt the young master. Moreover, I have sworn to heaven that I will use Jian Zhong's head to sacrifice to Tang Cong's spirit in heaven. A real man's words are as good as gold, and he must do what he says!"

"donor……"

"Jian Zhong, prepare to die!"

Without waiting for the monk to persuade him again, Liu Xunyi's eyes suddenly turned fierce. He pulled his right hand, which was holding the hidden knife, inwards suddenly. The sharp blade mercilessly cut Jian Zhong's throat, killing him instantly.

Then, with the blood gushing out, the hidden knife went straight in, smashed the dragon, tore the tendons and bones, and chopped off Jian Zhong's head. The headless corpse leaned on Liu Xunyi's chest, shook slightly, and then fell straight into the snow. At the severed head, the white bone fragments were faintly visible in the scarlet and blurred flesh, and the blood flowed like a river.

Looking at Liu Xunyi again, he was holding a bleeding Tibetan knife in his right hand and a bloody head in his left hand. He had a dull look and no expression, as if he was in a trance.

"Tang Cong, if you knew what was happening in the afterlife, you can rest in peace today!"

Hearing Liu Xunyi's mumbling, the monk in the bamboo basket couldn't help but let out a bitter sigh: "You can't take anything with you, only your karma will follow you. The grievances and grudges in this world will eventually turn into a handful of yellow earth. Forget the past, and then be forgotten by the past. Amitabha!"

After a moment's silence, Liu Xunyi slowly walked to the bamboo basket, opened the lid, and stared at the tearful, silent monk with complicated eyes.

"Young Master, why are you crying?" Liu Xunyi asked, "For Jian Zhong? For Tang Cong? Or for yourself?"

"I am sad for the donor." The young monk choked up, "The donor is kind by nature, but he did something evil today."

"If letting evildoers go is good, then I would rather be an evildoer." Liu Xunyi laughed at himself, then changed the subject and asked curiously, "Young Master is the Buddha Lotus Seed?"

"Yes."

"Then how can you be Ren Wuya's medicine?" Liu Xunyi asked suspiciously, "Is there really something extraordinary about you?"

"As for this body, it is no different from that of an ordinary person." The monk said frankly, "But since you have been ordered by Ren Wuya, I already understand everything."

"What do you understand?" Liu Xunyi frowned, unable to resist the curiosity in his heart, and asked, "Ren Wuya tried every means to get you, why? He said that he has a chronic disease and needs Buddha lotus seeds as a medicine, is this true or false?"

"When the truth is false, the false is true; when the false is true, the true is false." The monk said, "Ren Wuya's words are neither true nor false."

"What do you mean?"

"The secret cannot be revealed. Donor Liu, there is no need to ask more questions, and I will not say much. Since Donor Jian is dead, Donor Liu, just take me to Tianshan and hand me over to Ren Wuya." After saying this, the monk closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, chanted scriptures, and no longer paid attention to Liu Xunyi who was full of doubts.

Seeing this, Liu Xunyi was startled. He did not hurry on his way, but stood there in a daze, motionlessly staring at the calm monk. After thinking for a long time, he said quietly, "Young Master, you... go!"

Hearing this, the monk's chanting stopped abruptly. He slowly opened his eyes, looked at Liu Xunyi with a puzzled look on his face, and asked, "Donor Liu, what did you just say? Are you going to let me go?"

"Yes." Liu Xunyi agreed and sighed, "In my eyes, you are not a Buddha lotus seed, nor a reincarnated spirit child, nor a living Buddha. You... are just a child who has not yet grown up. Although I, Liu Xunyi, am not a good person, it is absolutely impossible for me to hand over an innocent child who is powerless to the martial arts devil as a 'medicine guide'. A real man should do what he should do and not do what he should not do. You are just a child who is ignorant of the world and should not be implicated by the dangers of the world and the unpredictable human heart. If the Buddha lotus seed is a dead thing, I will risk my life to take it back, because this is my principle of doing things. But the Buddha lotus seed is a living person, but I can never pretend to be confused, because this is my bottom line as a human being."

"Donor Liu, you..."

"You don't have to thank me." Liu Xunyi waved his hand and said, "People in the martial arts world have a clear distinction between gratitude and resentment. Jian Zhong has a blood feud with me, and I must kill him. Similarly, there is a person who saved my life. If he were here, he would definitely ask me to let you go. Therefore, if I let you go, it can be regarded as repaying his great kindness."

"What does this mean?" The young monk looked confused, as if he didn't understand what Liu Xunyi said.

"Not long ago, also in the Tanggula Mountains, an old monk saved my life in the ice and snow." Liu Xunyi recalled, "I don't understand Tibetan, so I don't know his name, but it seems to be... Dorje."

At this point, Liu Xunyi couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head, and then said: "Forget it! It doesn't matter what the old man is called. In short, he kowtowed every three steps on the pilgrimage. He is extremely pious. I think he must have great respect for you, the reincarnated soul boy. Therefore, I let you go safely, which can be regarded as fulfilling his wish."

"Good deeds will be rewarded and evil deeds will be punished. Karma will continue in a cycle. Donor Liu, I would like to thank you on behalf of Duoji for your kindness." The monk slowly stood up and bowed respectfully to Liu Xunyi eleven times. He then said, "But if you let me go, how will you explain it to me when you go back?"

"That's my own business. Little Master, don't worry about it." Liu Xunyi smiled calmly, then raised his head and chest, looked around at the vast snow-capped mountains, and said in a relaxed manner, "It's freezing cold here, and the horizon is endless. I'm afraid it will be dangerous if you stay here alone. I'll send you back to Luoshui City first, and then..."

"Your kindness, benefactor. I am grateful for it." Before Liu Xunyi could finish his words, the monk smiled and shook his head, saying, "The people who are here to take me back have already arrived. They will take me back. Please do as you wish, benefactor Liu!"

"what?"

Before he could finish his exclamation, two figures quickly flew over from the south side of the canyon. They were extremely skilled in Qinggong and moved at an incredibly fast speed, leaving a series of afterimages in the air that were dazzling.

"call!"

In the blink of an eye, two red-robed lamas with haggard faces appeared silently in front of the distracted Liu Xunyi.

These two people are none other than the Tibetan Dharma Masters who protect the country and the Dharma Protectors of the Jokhang Temple.

The Venerable Youyi is a Sadhu. The Venerable Terton is Tuyu.

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(End of this chapter)