My Demon Queen

Chapter 358

Inside the Pagoda of Ten Thousand Buddhas, that voice suddenly rang out amidst the dead silence.

Countless giant Buddhas were instantly enraged and suddenly raised their eyes. Their majestic and angry gazes all looked in the direction where the sound came from.

Ye Quan's eyes, as dark as the night, slowly looked forward, but the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably, as if he had seen someone who interested him greatly, and there was an elusive light in his eyes.

And right in front of Ye Quan, a mysterious figure slowly walked out of the darkness, and every step seemed to carry invisible pressure.

The moment this figure appeared, countless giant Buddha statues received some strong stimulation and all moved violently.

Their enormous right hands were raised high again, and in their palms, the swastika Buddhist seal slowly condensed again.

Golden light burst out from the Buddha's seal, becoming more and more dazzling, instantly illuminating the entire space inside the Thousand Buddha Pagoda, making everything as bright as day. The strong light made it almost impossible to open one's eyes, and the whole scene was filled with shock and mystery.

"Amitabha, if you are not a Buddha, why do you use Buddhist methods?"

The figure clasped his hands together, lowered his head slightly, and said these words calmly. His voice echoed in the Thousand Buddha Pagoda with an ethereal texture.

Countless giant Buddhas became even more angry when they heard this. They exuded strong pressure from their bodies and attacked the figure fiercely.

For a moment, the wind whistled in the Thousand Buddha Pagoda, the Buddha's shadow swayed, and the scene was extremely shocking.

Ye Quan, however, seemed to keep himself out of the matter, completely ignoring the current situation. Instead, he stood aside leisurely with his arms folded across his chest, looking like he was enjoying the show, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

As countless huge Buddha's palms appeared above the figure's head, covering the sky and the sun, it seemed as if they were going to crush the entire space.

The man just calmly stretched out his right hand, palm facing up, and put his left hand together in front of his chest.

"Zen"

The man uttered a word softly, and a mysterious mark, whose light was no weaker than the swastika seals of the giant Buddhas, lit up from the palm of his right hand above his head.

In an instant, a powerful force burst out from it, holding up all the huge Buddha's palms steadily, as if it was holding up an invisible mountain.

Countless giant Buddhas watched helplessly as their attacks were so easily resolved. Their originally solemnly carved faces became extremely hideous at this moment, like evil spirits emerging from hell, extremely terrifying.

"null"

The man uttered another word softly, and the voice seemed to carry a magical power.

In an instant, all the attacks disappeared without a trace, as if nothing had happened, and the entire space seemed to have been reset.

Countless huge Buddha statues also calmed down at this moment, quietly gazing at the two figures below. The looks in their Buddha eyes returned to compassionate expressions.

"Amitabha, the human spirit likes to be clear, but the mind disturbs it; the human heart likes to be quiet, but desire pulls it.

If you can always get rid of your desires, your mind will naturally be calm; if you can always clear your mind, your spirit will naturally be pure.

Naturally, the six desires will not arise, and the three poisons will be eliminated. The reason why it is not possible is that the mind is not clear and the desires are not eliminated..."

The man watched the Thousand Buddha Pagoda return to peace and began to recite scriptures.

The sound of the scriptures slowly rang out, carrying an ethereal and distant rhythm, echoing in the Thousand Buddha Pagoda.

As the scriptures entered Ye Quan's ears, his heart, which had been restless after the confrontation with Ye An, slowly calmed down.

Just like a lake with waves rising and falling, it gradually calmed down and the ripples dissipated in the gentle sound of scriptures.

Ye Quan did not have any expression of surprise, nor did he look shocked at all. His ink-black eyes were quietly staring at the man in front of him. His dark pupils made it impossible to tell any expression on his face.

After a while, the man stopped reciting the scriptures, then resumed his steps and slowly approached Ye Quan.

Ye Quan never disturbed that person from beginning to end. Instead, he looked leisurely and waited quietly.

His face still had that unfathomable expression, and he seemed to care nothing about what was about to happen.

It was not until the figure appeared completely in front of Ye Quan that Ye Quan finally saw the person's appearance clearly.

It was an extremely ordinary face, nothing special about it, but with those compassionate eyes, it made people inexplicably feel that he was as if he were a living Buddha, exuding a unique temperament.

He was wearing a simple monk's robe, which felt a little ill-fitting and slightly loose, as if it was not tailor-made for him.

Looking at the pair of monk shoes again, they seemed to have traveled thousands of miles, they were extremely worn out, and the uppers were already somewhat tattered.

If the person standing in front of the monk at this moment was Ye An instead of Ye Quan, Ye An would definitely feel curious.

Because all the monks in the Western Paradise that he had seen were dressed appropriately. Although they were not adorned with golden robes like Abbot Huihai, the clothes of those ordinary monks were also made of excellent fabrics.

On the other hand, this monk is like an ascetic who travels around the world. He has experienced many hardships and vicissitudes, but he also exudes a unique kind of tenacity and detachment.

"Amitabha, why did you enter this pagoda, and how did you know of my existence?"

The monk put his hands together, bowed slightly, and spoke gently. His voice was soft and calm, and there was no trace of questioning in his tone. It was as if he was just chatting with a friend.

Ye Quan looked at the monk, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then said: "Don't you know why I came here?"

There was a hint of doubt and inquiry in Ye Quan's tone, and a different light flashed in his eyes.

The monk shook his head, still clasping his hands together, and said, "I have been in the Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda for thousands of years. I know nothing about the worldly life outside, and naturally I don't know why you came here."

There was a sense of detachment in his words, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him.

Ye Quan did not say anything, but looked the monk up and down with interest, his eyes wandering over him, as if trying to determine whether he was a human or some other mysterious being.

The monk did not feel that Ye Quan's gaze was inappropriate at all. Instead, he lowered his eyes calmly, his face as calm as water, and waited quietly for Ye Quan's answer, as if time had lost its meaning to him. He had endless patience waiting for Ye Quan to speak.

After a moment, Ye Quan stopped looking around, put down his arms, and slowly asked, "Before I answer your question, can I know your Dharma name?"

"Amitabha, since you asked, I will not hide anything. My Buddhist name is... Wuwo..."