"Dizang… Dizang…"

Because of the reversal when his own power of life and death was stripped away, he had already transformed from the white-haired old man he was, into a middle-aged man with a rather fierce expression. After muttering a few times, he suddenly felt immense pain, clutching his head with both hands, roaring in agony.

"No, no!

"I am not, not, I am…"

In the end, he couldn't remember who he was, only howling miserably, grief-stricken and furious, filled with unwillingness: "Who am I?! Who am I?!"

Yuanjue looked back at the man whose true spirit had been pierced by the domineering and unmatched Buddhist sword energy. When he had previously examined his body, he saw that the foundation of his entire being had been shattered to pieces. Moreover, it seemed that before this, he had experienced an extremely long and terrifying imprisonment, mental torment, with his true spirit directly pierced. In addition, it seemed that even his cultivation had disappeared. With all these factors combined, he had fallen to such a state. Yuanjue frowned. This was almost like being beaten to the point of losing his memory. He grasped the Zen staff inherited from Xuanzang in his right hand, his eyes slightly closed, with a faint hint of killing intent. The old Master Hu next to him suddenly grabbed his hand, lowered his voice, and transmitted his voice: "Hey, hey, hey, little monk, what are you doing?!" "Such heavy baleful aura, you want to kill now?"

The old master had once read Wei Yuan's superficial memories, involving various knowledge, pictures, and attempts of the mundane world. For some reason, his knowledge of Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism was particularly abundant. He understood the historical weight of the two words "Dizang." He lowered his voice and said, "Shijia will definitely return to the past, return to his era. And in the Buddhist scriptures, Dizang Wang (King Dizang) was originally his disciple. Shijia will leave scriptures in the past mentioning this, so she might really be the Dizang from the *Dizang Wang Bodhisattva Sutra* that you read." "You, calm down."

The monk lowered his eyes and replied calmly, "What about Dizang Wang?"

"His body is filled with monstrous karmic energy and extreme killing intent."

"Not benevolent."

Hu Di said, "But, but she is Dizang Wang."

The monk placed one hand upright in front of his chest: "The Buddhist school breaks through attachments and delusions, how could it be suppressed by a mere name? Baleful aura covers the land, bloodlust is thick. If Buddhas are like this, virtuous ones are like this, then all the gods and Buddhas in the sky are killable, and the Buddhas of the Western Paradise should all go to the Avici Hell!" "This humble monk cultivates Buddhist principles, not Buddhist lands."

"The Chan sect seeks sudden enlightenment, the Yogacara school gradual cultivation, but no Buddhist practice requires bowing down to the Buddha."

"Dizang Wang vowed not to become a Buddha until the hells are emptied, he should not be in the human world."

"This humble monk will send him to the Avici Hell."

The great monk had been in the museum for too long, he didn't know if he had been infected with three parts of the stubbornness of a certain museum owner, or if they were just kindred spirits who gathered together because of their similar temperaments. He picked up the Zen staff and said, "Or beat him to death first, then scatter his true spirit, and finally put his ashes in the museum to suppress him."

Hu Di's lips twitched and said, "What can suppress what." Yuanjue pondered. He thought for a moment about the configuration of the museum old street, recalling the configuration of Yuanshi Tianzun plus the second generation Queen Mother of the West of Kunlun.