Chapter 153 The Sinful Buddha Bodhisattva!
Taoism and demons clashed, and the demon ancestor Rāhu, in a rage, detonated the western earth veins.

As a result, all things withered and the immortal energy dried up, and the western land became a wasteland, devastated and extremely desolate.

Thousands of years have passed, and thanks to the great power of Zhen Yuanzi, the earth veins have been repaired.

The Western world gradually recovered, and the origin of heaven and earth and the order of immortal energy returned to normal.

It attracted creatures from all over the world to come and multiply.

The human race even established countless tribes, and the spark spread across the prairie.

On the surface, everything seems to be thriving.

However, only those who are well versed in the creatures of the Western world know that beneath its surface lies the bloodthirstiness and cruelty.

After all, the Buddhist light of Western religions cannot illuminate every dark corner.

Even the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, who are supposed to be compassionate and save all living beings, have become bloodless executioners.

Sitting high above the nine heavens, he looks down upon the common people with cold eyes. He is happy to enjoy the incense and offerings, but turns a blind eye to the efforts to exorcise demons and save all living beings from suffering.

The forest is deep and dark, Wu Tian is wearing a white cassock that is covered with worldly dust.

He clasped his hands together and walked slowly along the winding path, observing the current situation of creatures of all races and being ready to save them at any time.

But at this moment, Wutan frowned, with doubts in his heart.

“Mount Xumi, the holy place of Buddhism, bathes the vast land and sky in the golden light of merit.”

“Why is there a trace of evil spirit lingering between heaven and earth, and why are there resentments from all kinds of creatures?”

Wu Tian’s heart was full of doubts, and the trace of evil spirit and resentment hung over his heart like a dark cloud.

“The temples are as dense as stars, and monks come in an endless stream, creating a sacred and solemn scene.”

“However, ordinary people, and even the monks of various races with low cultivation, are all worried, as if there is a thick haze piling up in their hearts that cannot be released for a long time!”

“Could it be that everything I saw on the top of Mount Xumi was just an illusion?”

Wu Tian clasped his hands together, which were trembling slightly, and he was filled with shock and amazement.

He couldn’t believe what he saw. The huge contrast made his faith waver.

He forced himself to calm his mind and recited Buddhist scriptures, the sound of Sanskrit lingering among the mountains.

Endless golden light shone brightly, illuminating the way forward for him.

In the darkness, wisps of black mist appeared out of nowhere, like ghosts, entwining around Wutan’s eyes.

The twelfth-grade black lotus of destruction, which had been silent for hundreds of years, also emitted a devilish light of annihilation and slowly rotated in Wu Tian Dao’s heart.

And Wu Tian was completely unaware of all this.

Time flies, and I don’t know how much time has passed.

Wu Tian set foot on a human tribe, where the traces of Western religion and Buddhism were everywhere.

On the streets, monks dressed in gorgeous clothes were enjoying the delicious food and cultivation resources offered by the people, looking very comfortable.

“Old man, your family seems to be poor, why do you still carry the burden to offer to these monks?”

Wutan stopped an old man with a haggard figure, wearing muddy straw sandals and ragged clothes.

He was still carrying the load on his thin shoulders, and Wutan hurried forward to help him take it off.

Seeing Wutan’s kind face, the old man let down his guard.

The tense expression gradually relaxed, replaced by a feeling of gratitude.

“Amitabha, the holy monk must have come from afar, right?”

“You don’t know that a thousand miles away from my tribe, there is Tiger Ridge, where nearly a thousand tigers live, and its demon king is a peerless demon with a high level of cultivation!”

The old man lowered his voice and leaned close to Wutan’s ear and spoke.

“Most of the offerings we give to the monks in the temple are sent to Hujianling to feed the tigers.”

“Otherwise, these evil tigers will come out and devour the human race!”

Hearing this, Wu Tian became puzzled and asked, “There are many powerful cultivators in the human race who practice the Golden Elixir Dao and the Martial Dao.”

“Besides, you can ask the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas to subdue the demons. Why do you have to bow down to the demons?”

Wu Tian practiced Buddhism and followed the teachings of the two saints in the West.

For hundreds of years, according to what he heard in Western religions, every Bodhisattva and Buddha has the responsibility to protect the tribes and races that believe in Western religions.

However, the scene before him left him confused for a moment.

The huge contrast filled his heart with confusion. Seeing Wu Tian’s confused look, the old man shook his head and said, “The human cultivators have long been slaughtered by these Buddhas and the demon king of Hujianling.”

“We are a human race with low cultivation level, so we are naturally unable to ask for help from other tribes or human religions.”

“As for the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas, they are high up in the sky, practicing the Dharma. How could they waste their energy and time responding to our prayers?”

“I see that you have a pure mind and are a holy monk who has attained enlightenment, so I will give you some advice.”

“You’d better leave this place as soon as possible. Don’t let your mother’s kindness get in the way and end up dying!”

The old man looked lonely, shaking his head and sighing.

Picking up the load again, the old man walked towards the monk.

Together with other people, they presented the fruits of their hard work and the fruits of their life and death struggles to the monks and temples as tribute.

“Could it be that the monks here are colluding with the demon king?”

Wu Tian thought to himself. Once this thought came into his mind, it was like a seed taking root and sprouting in his heart.

“No, I must find out the truth!”

Wutan nodded firmly, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

He did not activate his cultivation, but instead used his own physical strength to investigate the ins and outs of the matter.

Time flies, and nearly a hundred days have passed in a flash.

Wu Tian was exhausted both physically and mentally, with fire of anger flashing in his eyes, and that fire seemed to burn all evil to ashes.

“The demon king of Hujianling is actually colluding with Fuhu Luohan.”

“Before Fu Hu Luo Han converted to Buddhism, he and the demon king enjoyed devouring humans.”

“Although he became a disciple of the Western religion, he did not change his past behavior.”

“No wonder the Subduing Tiger Arhat makes excuses to leave Mount Xumi every few years. It turns out that he is renewing his relationship with the demon king and slaughtering people together!”

“As for the monks in this tribe, they are even more brutal and horrible, committing all kinds of evil, such as burning, killing, looting, and even the kind-looking abbot is a rapist.”

Wu Tiandao’s heart trembled, and he felt as if he had lost all hope.

He had never expected that the Western Continent, where the Western Empire and Buddhism were based, actually hid such a bloody and terrifying side.

The culprit behind all this is actually Buddha Bodhisattva himself.

This cruel reality filled Wu Tian’s heart with shock and anger.

Tragic scenes flashed before Wutan’s eyes. He suppressed the anger in his heart, clasped his hands together and chanted Buddhist scriptures.

After a moment, golden light was shining brightly and Buddha’s light filled the sky.

The Subduing Tiger Arhat stepped on auspicious clouds, displayed his Buddhist image, and appeared in the air.

Suddenly, all living beings knelt down and kowtowed, burning incense and chanting scriptures.

“Greetings, Senior Brother Wu Tian!”

The Subduing Tiger Arhat bowed to Wu Tian with a gentle look and a calm expression.

“Subduing the Tiger Arhat, do you know why I summoned you here?”

Wu Tian asked in a deep voice.

As a direct disciple of the Two Saints of the West and possessing the cultivation level of a quasi-saint, Wutan has a very high seniority in the Western Church.

The Eighteen Arhats and nearly 90% of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas call him “senior brother”.

His face was kind and calm, but this was just an intentional expression.

The anger in my heart was already on the verge of exploding.

The suppressed anger is like a volcano about to erupt, and it may explode at any time.

Hearing this, Subduing Tiger Arhat shook his head and glanced at everything around him.

There was a hint of doubt in his eyes, as if he didn’t understand Wutan’s intention.

Seeing that this tribe looked familiar, he didn’t think much about it.

“Since you don’t know, then I feel relieved!”

“Subduing Tiger Arhat, follow me to Tiger Stream Ridge to slay the monsters and restore order to the world.”

At this moment, Fu Hu Luohan realized it belatedly and cold sweat flowed down his forehead.

(End of this chapter)