Chapter 771

Seeing a young nun appear in this place, Ye Lin could not help but be stunned for a moment.

Things like Buddhist cultivators generally only appeared in the Western Realm of the Longevity Continent; they were extremely rare in the Eastern Profound Region.

Moreover, this young nun's strength was not weak at all; she was actually also an existence of the third phase, the Star-Lattice Realm!

Ye Lin estimated that even if this young nun couldn't beat Su Lingjun, she wouldn't be much worse.

Isn't this the Eastern Profound Sect Grand Competition? How could a nun suddenly pop out? Moreover, what does it mean that she started knocking on the wooden fish upon seeing him?

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

Ye Lin approached quickly and came directly in front of the young nun.

And when the young nun saw Ye Lin approaching, she closed her eyes even tighter, and her body retreated again and again.

"No, little nun, what do you mean by knocking on the wooden fish when you see me?" Ye Lin could not help but ask.

"Amitabha, benefactor, your body is full of resentment and baleful Qi left behind from recklessly creating killing sins; just looking at you will cause one to lose merit! I hope the benefactor will put down the butcher's knife and turn back to the shore!" The young nun knocked on the wooden fish even more frequently.

Ye Lin's face turned green.

What the hell?

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

Slander!

This young nun is slandering him!

Too much!

But what did the young nun say just now—put down the butcher's knife and turn back to the shore?

A bold idea suddenly appeared in Ye Lin's heart.

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

"Grass! This is that damn Ye Xiehong! That beast who slaughtered his own blood relatives and cursed us as trash!"

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

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

Facing this scene of public indignation, a sharp light flashed in the depths of Ye Lin's eyes, and then he immediately rushed forward and hugged the young nun's beautiful legs.

"Master, please tonsure me, save me into the Buddhist gate; I already know I was wrong, I really don't want to create any more killing sins!"

"Benefactor! Men and women should keep their distance; please let go!" The young nun obviously did not expect Ye Lin to suddenly make a move; her little face, along with that bald head, turned completely red instantly.

"The Buddha has no form, so where does the distinction between men and women come from?"

Ye Lin argued while touching the other person's soft thighs.

"The Buddha has no form? Where does the distinction between men and women come from?"

The young nun was stunned in place, even forgetting to care about Ye Lin taking advantage of her.

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

"Amitabha."

The young nun put her hands together and chanted a Buddhist name; Buddhist light flourished all over her body, and dense golden Sanskrit characters emerged, directly bouncing Ye Lin away.

"Benefactor, do you truly want to take refuge in my Buddha?" The young nun asked.

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

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

The young nun took out a delicate little knife and tonsured the strands of worry on Ye Lin's head bit by bit.

*Weng! *

The moment the young nun made the 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, powerful, yet very gentle aura moistened Ye Lin bit by bit, just like a mother's hand gently stroking a child's face.

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

As strands of black hair fell, Ye Lin clearly felt that his emotions and 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 young nun opened her mouth, golden lotuses bloomed from her tongue, spiritual springs gushed from the ground, strange phenomena descended from the sky, and countless phantoms of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas condensed behind the young nun.

Ye Lin's mind and spirit were shaken; the Buddhist sounds exploded in his mind like thunder, and the inner demon working hard within his body let out a miserable wail under these Buddhist sounds, showing faint signs of melting.

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

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

But the next second, the phantoms of Buddhas filling the sky behind the young 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 tonsured under the young nun's knife.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate."

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

Clearly, he had no changes, just tonsured his black hair, but the feeling he gave people was earth-shattering, revealing a sense of holiness and clarity from the inside out.

Everyone could no longer link the Ye Lin before them to the so-called demonic head of the Joyous Union Sect; they would only feel that this was a monk loyal to the Buddhist Dharma.

This scene caused an uproar among everyone present.

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

"It is said that an old monk in the depths of the Western Realm only needs one word to convert even a saint to cultivate Buddhism wholeheartedly; I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it!"

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

The faces of many genius disciples were full of wariness, and they hurriedly distanced themselves from the young nun.

Originally, they still felt this young nun looked a bit cute and silly, but now, no one dared to underestimate this young nun in the slightest!

However, the young nun had no time to pay attention to these people at this moment; she stared blankly at the golden light on Ye Lin before her, her eyes full of disbelief.

"This is... golden light of merit?!"

The young nun was dumbfounded.

Golden light of merit has no substantial lethality, but it is of great benefit to cultivators.

Cultivators possessing golden light of merit are naturally more able to be close to the Great Dao and the elements of heaven and earth; whether it is comprehending laws or wanting to achieve sainthood, it is easier than for other cultivators.

And cultivators possessing golden light of merit must all be people of great kindness and benevolence.

Sweeping the floor for fear of harming the lives of ants, cherishing moths and covering lamps with gauze—only people like this can have golden light of merit on them.

Her Buddha eyes clearly detected that the person before her had created many unjust killing sins and was carrying a full body of karmic obstacles; how could he possibly have golden light of merit?