noffsinger Chapter 153 If She Is a Demon, What Can Buddha Do To Me?
Chapter 153 If She Is a Demon, What Can Buddha Do To Me?
As the elders of the demon race fell one by one into pools of blood, Qingmo was fighting a fierce battle with the enemy.
The demons suffered repeated defeats and were outnumbered, but not one of them retreated, simply because they were demons, and demons never fear death.
Qingmo just watched coldly. Maybe they were acting out of sheer courage, or maybe for their king, but so what?
Their deaths were not unjust. After the original owner of the body died in his previous life, Han Yitian slaughtered all the demons in the same way.
She is not the original owner of this body, and she has no obligation to protect anyone. At least under her care, the demon race survived, and even for a long time to come, the demon race will be the leader of the three races.
Sacrifices are inevitable now; she doesn't need powerful subordinates, she only needs loyal dogs.
Demons have no loyalty; they only submit to the strong. So they only need her, for she is the strongest.
When both races had suffered more than half their casualties, and only one-third of the demon race remained, the demon queen finally became enraged.
That battle was a bloodbath. She fought fiercely, sustaining numerous wounds, and slaughtered all the powerful beings above the Nascent Soul stage from both the human and demon races. The demon race won, but it was a Pyrrhic victory.
The three races suffered heavy losses. Although the remaining population of both races was large, they were all below the Nascent Soul stage, which the Demon Lord alone could wipe out. The Demon race won, but they had the fewest remaining people.
There is only one victor in this war, and that is Qingmo, but not the Demon Lord.
The remaining humans and demons, those who surrendered were spared and became subordinate to the demons, still handing over 70% of their existing spirit stones and rare treasures, and an additional 60% annually thereafter.
Those who do not surrender shall be killed.
Buddhist practitioners kill.
If she becomes a demon, she will kill all the Buddhas in the world.
For no other reason than that she is a demon, and is inherently detestable, this damned bald monk.
While all the bald monks were forced to kneel together, one man stood tall and proud, holding prayer beads, sitting cross-legged on the ground, chanting Amitabha Buddha's name, "Compassion for all beings."
With just one glance, Qingmo spotted him among a group of bare light bulbs.
She pointed in that direction and asked, "Who is he?"
A human Golden Core cultivator approached with a fawning expression and said, "Reporting to the Demon Lord, that person is the Buddha's disciple of Little Buddha Mountain, Wuming. It is said that he had extraordinary signs at birth, possessed the golden body of an Arhat, had a natural Buddha heart, and his talent was exceptionally high. At only twenty years old, he was already a Golden Core expert."
Qingmo's face showed a playful expression as she looked at the Buddhist disciple and murmured, "Buddha disciple without a name? Ha, what a good name, what a good appearance."
Qingmo walked closer and looked down at the Buddhist disciple. The people around immediately forced the other bald monks to kneel to one side so as not to disturb the Demon Lord's enjoyment.
He could only sigh inwardly at how lucky this Buddhist disciple was to be chosen by the Demon Lord. Although it might not be a good thing, at least he was able to survive.
She only regretted that her parents were not good enough to give her a stunning appearance.
The Buddhist disciple had red lips and white teeth, his eyes were closed, his eyelashes were slightly lowered, and his slender fingers were fiddling with the prayer beads in his hand. He sat upright on the ground chanting scriptures.
The red dot between his brows made him appear even more otherworldly, as if his entire body was coated with a layer of light, making him seem even more mysterious and eerie.
Qingmo squatted down, lifted Wuming's chin with her finger, and said with a wicked smile, "Buddha's disciple, aren't you afraid of death?"
Wuming did not open his eyes, but said in a calm tone: "Benefactor, put down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. The killing you have committed today will surely be punished in the future. The sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore. Amitabha."
Upon hearing this, Qingmo burst into laughter, her laughter echoing in the air, revealing boundless arrogance.
"Become a Buddha? What I despise most are monks like you who spout so much benevolence and morality. However, you are quite interesting."
Qingmo stood up, stared at Wuming for a while, and then signaled the people around her to make a move.
All that could be heard were desperate cries, and the ground was littered with the corpses of bald monks. Wuming's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he still did not open his eyes.
He simply chanted, "What is life? What is death? How can one know that life is not life, and death is not death?" He chanted the sutra even faster.
After killing down to the last person, only the nameless monk remained. However, his subordinates did not make any further moves, since everyone could see that the Demon Lord was quite interested in this monk.
Ignoring the gazes of the crowd, Qingmo chuckled lightly, casually squatted down in front of Wuming, raised her hand to stroke his handsome face, Wuming frowned but did not move.
Qingmo: "Buddha, Buddha? Heh, I really like Buddha so much."
Nameless: "Benefactor, please..."
Before the word "heavy" could even be uttered, Wuming finally opened his precious dog eyes, looked down at his heart, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.
Qingmo pulled out his Buddha-heart; she wanted to see what was so special about it.
She had heard of the mythical story of Bi Gan's seven-aperture exquisite heart, but she wondered which was more spiritual, the Buddha's heart or the other.
She had never seen a Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart before, but this Buddha Heart was indeed quite remarkable. It possessed a faint golden Buddha-nature, and holding it in one's hand seemed to bring peace to one's mind.
Ah, this Buddha's son is so monstrous in appearance. As long as he doesn't perish, I believe he will surely become a chosen one of heaven in the near future.
Besides, Qingmo has already ruined the male protagonist's arrogance, so it's not impossible for this Buddha to become the next male protagonist.
It's such a pity, she was so popular with Buddhists, especially those in the Beijing Buddhist circle, Buddhists from a thousand years ago.
Since she was a Buddhist, she would guide them to Buddhahood. The Buddha said: If he doesn't go to hell, who will?
Qingmo's eyes suddenly turned ruthless. She threw down the Buddha heart in her hand, crushed it with one foot, took out a handkerchief, slowly wiped her fingers, and then threw it on the face of the Buddha at her feet.
She turned and left, but her voice carried from near to far into the ears of everyone: "Pass down the order, from this day forward, I will make sure there are no Buddhas in this world, kill them all."
"I obey the Demon Lord's command."
One command after another was passed down, and one storage ring after another filled with spirit stones was delivered to Qingmo's hands. One demon body after another also came into her hands. They were all hers, all hers.
Although the demon race has the smallest number of people, they are still the overlords of this cultivation world, because they have a demon lord.
Everything has changed, yet it seems like nothing has changed. Qingmo doesn't care about other matters in the cultivation world. She only cares that each sect submits its spirit stones on time. She doesn't concern herself with anything else, unless it concerns the life or death of the entire cultivation world.
She doesn't cultivate, doesn't refine talismans, and doesn't make pills. Every year, a lot of people send her all sorts of random things, and she takes them all, regardless of their quality. She hoards them, thinking it's the right thing to do.
Her cultivation has already reached its peak; who knows if further cultivation will lead to ascension or transcendence of this plane?
Of course she'll play! She's only a few hundred years old, and the Nascent Soul stage has a lifespan of two thousand years. She'll play for over a thousand years! Lonely? Lonely my foot!
If you're rich and good-looking, you won't age. You can do whatever you want, forever eighteen. What are you still whining about? So pretentious.
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