Chapter 574: Ten-Thousand Poison Demon King Spreads the Buddhist Dharma

Five days later.

In a human village of the Great Qi Dynasty, a monk appeared.

Carrying a demon-subduing pestle, the monk who walked out of the mountains on foot, his body radiating Buddhist light, arrived before his person, the light came first.

The faint Buddhist light, under the sunlight, appeared especially gentle and holy, giving people a feeling of warm solace, as if their souls had been redeemed; the village elder, the village chief, who was relatively old, leaned on his cane to welcome this monk.

The old village chief used to be a cultivator; after being injured, his cultivation plummeted, and as he aged, his cultivation gradually declined, reaching the level of an ordinary person. Because he had prestige, he became the village chief of this village.

"I don't know why the great master has come to our small village—is he to spread the Dharma, or to beg for water?"

"Monk," rarely seen, the old village chief dared not be negligent, nor be careless.

"Anyone who can walk out of the mountains is not simple, let alone this master who emanates a faint Buddhist light; the old village chief knows this is a Strong One, a Strong One not to be offended, and must be properly entertained."

"Amitabha, the Buddha is merciful, this benefactor has long been plagued by illness, his life is not long."

Saying such inauspicious words to his face made people unhappy, even angry; upon hearing it, the old village chief was stunned. He knew his own condition best—indeed, his life was not long, just about a year left. His body had long been tormented by illness; he watched his body deteriorate step by step, powerless.

"Master, life and death are fate; I, old man, have lived many years and have lived enough."

Compared to ordinary folks, his age is the highest, and he is the oldest person in this village.

Being over a hundred years old and still able to move is truly remarkable; moreover, in this dangerous world, being able to protect the village, he has accomplished what many village chiefs could not.

Having his condition laid bare in a single sentence by this master before him, the old village chief dared not be negligent; he personally led the master into the village and prepared some food for him—it was the highest standard fare his village could offer, reserved only for honored guests.

"Master, this modest fare, please do not disdain."

"Benefactor, you have good intentions."

The Ten-Thousand Poison Demon King performed a Buddhist salute, a courteous bow.

After cultivating the Buddhist Dharma, his conduct and everything changed.

Upon arriving in this village, he saw something different.

Along the way, he has converted many demonic beasts, and some humans, upon comprehending his Buddhist Dharma, wish to follow him.

The Ten-Thousand Poison Demon King refused; he is heading toward the Great Qi Dynasty in order to convert more followers, have them take refuge in the Buddhist gate, become his disciples, and provide him with more faith power.

This village is one of many he has passed through, but this village is different.

A faint aura of death lingered above the village.

After eating and drinking his fill, the Ten-Thousand Poison Demon King clasped his hands and said, "Old benefactor, please extend your hand."

The old village chief, not understanding why, still extended his hand; the Ten-Thousand Poison Demon King tapped it.

The old village chief's body trembled slightly, then he widened his eyes.

All the ailments within his body vanished, and that sense of fatigue faded away as well.

In their place came a warmth, like the sun's warmth; this warmth he had not experienced for many years.

He clenched his fists, threw away his cane, successfully stood up, and moreover, a surge of power welled up within his body—those were the powers he had lost.

His strength was restored; everything returned to him.

It was the master before him who restored him, not anyone else.

In an instant, the old village chief immediately bowed in thanks: "Thank you, Master, thank you, Master."

"Master, your Buddhist Dharma is profound, old one..."

The old village chief humbly requested: "Old one, may I become a disciple of the Buddhist gate like you, Master?"

His devout appearance and sensibility made the Ten-Thousand Poison Demon King's eyes light up.

What he had been waiting for was these words; what he had been waiting for was for him to be convinced.

"Benefactor, you have karmic affinity with my Buddha; you ought to be my Buddha's disciple."

"Thank you, Master."

Upon hearing this, the old village chief immediately knelt down, becoming the master's devout disciple.

The Ten-Thousand Poison Demon King extended his hand, pressed it upon his head, and in an instant completed the conversion.

The old village chief's eyes gradually changed, becoming devout, supremely devout.

At this moment, he is the Ten-Thousand Poison Demon King's most devout follower, and also a disciple of the Buddhist gate; nothing can sway his heart.

The Buddhist Dharma is transmitted, Buddhist light shines.

The Ten-Thousand Poison Demon King thrust the demon-subduing pestle into the ground; the earth trembled, and the old village chief blankly lifted his head, his eyes flickering with madness.

"Go gather everyone in the village, so we may all take refuge in my Buddha."

"Yes, Master."

The honest village chief went out, and soon many villagers gathered outside.

The village is not small; the village chief's authority and speaking power in the village are great; in less than half an hour, everyone had gathered here.

Seeing this, the Ten-Thousand Poison Demon King smiled knowingly, his Buddhist light blazing; under the village chief's lead, he walked outside.

The Buddhist light shone upon every villager; anyone bathed in the Buddhist light became a devout believer.

When he had passed by all the villagers, the entire village's people were his followers.

Faith power continually surged into his body; forced conversion naturally cannot compare to self-faith.

The Ten-Thousand Poison Demon King doesn't care about that much; as long as they believe in him, it's fine—giving him an endless stream of faith; other things remain as before, unchanged.

Buddhist light enveloped the entire village; the Ten-Thousand Poison Demon King sat at the highest point, spreading the Buddhist Dharma.

In an instant, inside and outside the village were Buddhist light, the sound of his chanting.

The deathly aura enveloping the village quickly dissipated.

The villagers' bodily ailments, as well as the plague worms hidden deep within their bodies, were instantly destroyed by the Buddhist light.

Annihilated to ash, the plague worms, under the Buddhist light, are nothing.

Buddhist light, continues to overwhelm.

All the plague worms have died.

Inside the distant mountains and forests, a dark cave dwelling.

Mu Longhao opened his blood-red eyes, the black insects covering his body returned to his flesh, he stood up and stared at the distant village.

He walked out of the cave and saw the Buddha light.

He also saw that all his insects were dead, none left alive.

"Buddha light?"

"Such strong Buddha light, this is the Buddha light power of Wanfo Temple; how could there be Buddhist cultivators here?"

"That aura, it's very familiar, seems like?"

Within the Buddha light lay a familiar aura; Mu Longhao sensed it a bit, but couldn't detect it.

The people of that village are all his food, painstakingly cultivated food, now so far from him—how could he let it rest?

They were preparing to harvest, but someone got there first.

"Hmph, my Mu Longhao's things, how could they be taken so easily?"

"Bald donkey, you're asking for death."

Mu Longhao quickly headed toward the village; he wanted to give that bald donkey a taste of his colors, to let him know who truly is the master of this place.

Whoever dares to move his things will die.