Chapter 771: The Conversion of Ye Lin

Seeing a little nun pop up in this place, Ye Lin could not help but be stunned for a moment.

Buddhist cultivators are generally only found in the Western Realm of the Everlasting Continent; they are extremely rare in the Eastern Profound Domain.

Moreover, this little nun's strength is not weak at all; she is actually a Third Phase Star-Luo Realm existence!

Ye Lin reckoned that even if this little nun could not beat Su Lingjun, she would not be far off.

Isn't this the Eastern Profound Sect Grand Tournament? Why would a nun suddenly appear? And what is the meaning of her striking a wooden fish the moment she saw him?

Ye Chuan guessed that this little nun's identity was likely not simple.

Ye Lin approached quickly and arrived directly in front of the little nun.

Seeing Ye Lin approach, the little nun closed her eyes even tighter and retreated repeatedly.

"No, little nun, what is the meaning of you striking that wooden fish when you see me?" Ye Lin could not help but ask.

"Amitabha, benefactor, your body is full of resentment and baleful aura left behind from wanton slaughter; just looking at you causes one to lose merit! I hope you will lay down your butcher's knife and turn back to the shore!" The little nun struck the wooden fish even more frequently.

Ye Lin's face turned green.

What the hell?

What does it mean that looking at him causes one to lose merit?

Slander!

This little nun is slandering him!

Too much!

But what did the little nun just say? Lay down the butcher's knife and turn back to the shore?

A bold idea suddenly formed in Ye Lin's mind.

At this moment, the people around also noticed this side; although Ye Lin had disguised himself, he was still recognized by other cultivators.

"Damn! That's that cursed Ye Xiehong! That beast who slaughtered his own blood kin and called us trash!"

"That's right, it's him! I would remember him even if he turned to ash; how dare he still appear before us!"

"Kill him, let this guy know what it means for trouble to come from the mouth, and what it means for evil to not prevail over good!"

Facing this scene of agitated public sentiment, a sharp glint flashed in the depths of Ye Lin's eyes, and he immediately rushed forward and hugged the little nun's beautiful legs.

"Master, please tonsure me and guide me into the Buddhist gate; I already know I was wrong, I really don't want to commit any more slaughter!"

"Benefactor! Men and women must keep their distance, please let go!" The little nun clearly did not expect Ye Lin to suddenly make a move; her little face and her bald head turned bright red instantly.

"The Buddha has no form, so how can there be a distinction between men and women?"

Ye Lin argued while stroking her soft thighs.

"The Buddha has no form? How can there be a distinction between men and women?"

The little nun stood frozen on the spot, even forgetting to take issue with Ye Lin taking advantage of her.

This man before her could actually say such words of Buddhist philosophy; could it be that he really has an affinity with the Buddha?

"Amitabha."

The little nun pressed her palms together and chanted a Buddhist name; her body erupted with brilliant Buddhist light, and dense golden Sanskrit characters emerged, directly repelling Ye Lin.

"Benefactor, do you truly wish to take refuge in my Buddha?" the little nun asked.

"Truly! My sins of slaughter are too heavy, and there is no hope of turning back; only by kneeling before the Buddha can I atone for my crimes! I swear a Dao oath!" Ye Lin immediately promised.

"Very well, since that is the case, then let this poor nun tonsure you."

The little nun took out an exquisite small knife and bit by bit shaved away the "hairs of vexation" from Ye Lin's head.

Hum!

The moment the little nun made her cut, a phantom of a Buddha appeared behind her, and countless Sanskrit characters fell into Ye Lin's body like spring rain, moistening things silently.

A majestic and powerful yet very gentle aura permeated Ye Lin bit by bit, just like a mother's hand gently stroking a child's face.

Bursts of Buddhist chants rang out in the depths of Ye Lin's heart.

As each strand of black hair fell, Ye Lin clearly felt that his emotions and his desires as a human were actually becoming faint bit by bit.

This feeling... seems a bit familiar?

"All living beings suffer; only the Buddha is at ease."

The moment the little nun spoke, golden lotuses bloomed from her tongue, spiritual springs gushed from the ground, heavenly visions descended, and the phantoms of countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas condensed behind her.

Ye Lin's mind was shaken; the Buddhist chants exploded in his brain like thunder, and the inner demons working hard inside him let out miserable wails under this Buddhist sound, showing faint signs of dissolving.

"Is this the power of a Buddhist cultivator's conversion?"

Ye Lin's eyes revealed horror; this was his first time dealing with a Buddhist cultivator. He bit the tip of his tongue and sacrificed his brain, attempting to resist this power of conversion.

But the next second, the sky full of Buddha phantoms behind the little nun opened their eyes!

The moment those pairs of Buddha eyes, containing great compassion, looked at Ye Lin, some things uncontrollably appeared in Ye Lin's consciousness.

Just at this moment, his last strand of hair was also shaved off under the little nun's knife.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful."

Ye Lin pressed his palms together, golden light surged from his body, and a look of compassion for the world appeared in his eyes.

Even though he had no changes other than having his black hair shaved off, the feeling he gave off was earth-shattering, exuding a sense of holiness and clarity from the inside out.

The crowd could no longer associate the Ye Lin before them with the so-called demon of the Joyous Union Sect; they only felt that this was a monk devoted to the Buddhist Dharma.

This scene caused an uproar among everyone present.

"So terrifying! Is this the power of a Buddhist cultivator's conversion? A demon like Ye Xiehong has been completely converted!"

"It is said that an old monk deep in the Western Realm can convert even a Saint with a single word, making them devote themselves to Buddhism; I didn't believe it before, but now I do!"

"Where did this little nun come from? Why would such a powerful Buddhist cultivator appear in the Eastern Profound Sect Grand Tournament?"

The faces of the many genius disciples were filled with wariness, and they hurriedly distanced themselves from the little nun.

Originally, they had thought this little nun looked a bit cute and silly, but now, no one dared to underestimate her in the slightest!

However, the little nun had no time to pay attention to these people; she stared blankly at the golden light on Ye Lin, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"This is... the Golden Light of Merit?!"

The little nun was dumbfounded.

The Golden Light of Merit has no substantial lethality, but it is of great benefit to cultivators.

Cultivators who possess the Golden Light of Merit are naturally more attuned to the Dao and the elements of heaven and earth; whether it is comprehending laws or wanting to become a Saint, it is easier for them than for other cultivators.

And cultivators who possess the Golden Light of Merit must be people of great kindness and benevolence.

Sweeping the floor carefully to avoid harming the lives of ants, cherishing moths by covering lamps with gauze—only such people can have the Golden Light of Merit on them.

Her Buddha eyes clearly perceived that this person before her had committed many wanton acts of slaughter and was burdened with karmic obstacles; how could he possibly have the Golden Light of Merit?