Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 626 12: Taking the Easy Way Out

"Amitabha Buddha!"

"Greetings, kind benefactor."

In the martial world, the monk Bujie was known for his violent temper, often resorting to action at the slightest disagreement to test his Buddhist teachings. Yet, at this moment, he was exceptionally humble and polite, putting aside his Zen staff upon meeting and bringing his hands together in a gesture of respect. "Young hero, could it be that you are from the Demonic Cult?"

This great monk practiced the Angry Eye Vajra, heavily focused on killing. While wandering the martial world, he had often crushed others' skulls, yet compared to the young man before him, he appeared rather easygoing.

After all, Bujie Monk wouldn't twist off others' heads, and do it so smoothly at that.

The young man glanced at the female disciple of the Hehuan Sect kneeling at his feet. She had already turned into a unit marked in green, her expression filled with panic and fear. Her body trembled, and she cried pitifully, like a shivering little puppy.

He turned his gaze to the great monk opposite him and said slowly, "What if I am?"

"And what if I'm not?"

Bujie Monk gripped his Ruyi Zen staff, nodding slightly, "If young hero is from the Demonic Sect, then I must eradicate evil today and protect the way."

"The aura of slaughter is too heavy on young hero, your body surging with a bloodthirsty force."

"If not eradicated today, I fear you will massacre all living beings in the future!"

Hearing the monk's words, the young man's palms transformed into a faint golden hue, subtly radiating a blood-colored Qi Force. His Tiger Fury Fists had reached mastery, with protective True Qi condensed into a shield at his hands, though it was limited to his hands. To form a defensive shield over his whole body, he needed to cultivate Innate True Qi first.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he assessed the great monk before him, his sight lingering on the monk's Zen staff.

Bujie Monk lowered his head and eyebrows, continuing, "If I were to fight young hero, one of us would surely die."

"Most likely it would be this humble monk."

"So I have a question I'd like young hero to answer."

Bujie Monk had walked the martial world for many years, never feeling death so close before. Using a Buddhist Sect's Secret Technique, he examined the young man before him, yet saw nothing, as if witnessing an endless Corpse Mountain and Blood Sea, far surpassing the mythical Asura.

As he spoke, he had already prepared himself to pass away during this confrontation.

Those of the Xuanzang lineage were indeed very forthright.

The young man's hands glimmered with an aura akin to dark gold. He said lightly, "Ask away."

Bujie Monk nodded and inquired, "Has young hero cultivated the Blood Cultivation Technique?"

Having faced many from the Demonic Cult, he recognized this sinister martial art. It was less an Inner Strength technique than it was a Secret Technique from the Ancient Era akin to Curse Magic.

The young man nodded, "Yes."

This human form never had a proper Inner Strength technique, so he was still practicing the Blood Cultivation Technique. Moreover, the blood child curse was imprinted on his heart meridian and couldn't be easily eradicated.

Bujie Monk questioned further, perplexed, "The Blood Cultivation Technique is incredibly sinister, making its practitioners seem demonically possessed."

"Yet I observe young hero appears clear-headed, even leisurely through this mortal realm."

"How is this so?"

The young man frowned, confused, "A technique is a technique, I am me. Why complicate matters?"

His understanding of martial arts was shallow, so why should he care if he practiced a sinister technique?

Must practicing a Demon Technique mean becoming a demon?

Bujie Monk pondered before reaching enlightenment, muttering, "So that's why."

The young man's demeanor didn't resemble one possessed, and although he used a Demon Technique to channel his True Qi, his aura seemed more like that of someone who had gained the true teachings of the Military School.

The taste of this violent aura was too orthodoxy of the Military School.

The young man appeared somewhat impatient, asking, "Monk, are you going to fight or not?"

If you want to fight, just fight, stop rambling on and on.

Bujie Monk continued, "So young hero is not from the Demonic Cult?"

This person is so annoying, why is he so fixated on one identity?

These days, who doesn't have a different persona?

In the martial world, identities are self-assigned.

The young man said coldly, "I am, and I'm not."

He felt like he had encountered a dimwit. This great monk wanted to eradicate evil and protect the way but also wanted to die meaningfully, persistently fixated on whether he was from the Demonic Cult.

Bujie Monk seemed to notice his impatience, clasping his hands in a prayer gesture, patiently explaining, "If young hero is from the Demonic Cult and I inadvertently die by your hand, it would still be an achievement."

"I could tell it to the Buddha when I meet Him in the future."

"But if young hero is not from the Demonic Cult, then engaging in a life-and-death struggle is greatly inappropriate."

This young man killed members of the Demonic Cult as easily as slaughtering chickens and dogs.

The young man seemed to understand, smiling, "So that's how it is."

"You great monk, wanting to eradicate evil and protect the way, yet afraid of dying without value?"

Calculating to such an extent.

Bujie Monk nodded, "It's a matter of life and death. Although I have the heart to sacrifice for righteousness, my life still has its uses."

If he were confident in victory, why say so much?

One blow from the Zen staff would be enough.

It's because he was unsure of victory that he needed to clarify. If the young man were from the Demonic Cult, avoiding today would haunt him as a heart demon. This child could become a great calamity in the future. But if he wasn't from the Demonic Cult, then there was no need for a life-and-death skirmish, as a monk's life is also precious.

That young man couldn't help but laugh, asking, "Why are you so awkward?"

"Are you really suited to practicing Buddhist martial arts?"

Bujie Monk heard this, his expression solemn and serious, "Every achievement must be accounted for clearly, to justify to the Buddha when the time comes."

"If I die not by eradicating evil, wouldn't it be unjust when meeting the Buddha?"

It actually seemed somewhat reasonable.

The young man seemed to be convinced by this great monk, a mischievous thought arising. With a playful expression, he said, "I can be considered from the Demonic Cult, but I am a blood child refined by an elder of the Demonic Cult."

"That old demon is dead, and now I've regained my freedom."

"Great monk."

"Do you still intend to eradicate evil and protect the way now?"

Bujie Monk heard this, face startling, he assessed the young man before him, indeed seeing traces of the blood child's aura. He clasped his hands in prayer, "Members of the Demonic Cult are infamous for evil, once gathering disciples to refine blood children."