The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 428 - 0428: Karmic Fire Engulfs the Body

Chapter 428: Chapter 0428: Karmic Fire Engulfs the Body

In the gathering place of Yin Souls, as Long Fei passed by, the searing Yang energy from his body forced them to retreat one after another.

The wind blew through his clothes, making him appear immensely solitary.

Li Zhenni and Zhang Yinyang watched him from a distance, and couldn’t tell if it was an illusion, but he seemed like a high monk who harbored concerns for all living beings.

Long Fei brought his palms together and whispered softly, "Buddha’s mercy is boundless, I wish to use my own body to widely deliver all beings. I hereby establish this great vow, as long as the resentments of the Human Realm do not cease, I swear not to attain Buddhahood!"

"Amitabha!"

With a chant of Buddha’s name, he effectively submitted his declaration to the Amitabha in the Western Direction.

It was like joining a company; one always has to discuss their expectations and goals with the company, so the company can properly evaluate you.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva once made a great vow saying, "As long as Hell is not empty, I vow not to become a Buddha."

Long Fei plagiarized his great vow, stating that as long as the resentments of the Yang Realm are not empty, he would also not become a Buddha.

Humans possess seven emotions and six desires; unless humanity goes extinct, resentments are impossible to eradicate.

He deliberately set an unattainable goal, so as to benefit from the Buddhist Sect without truly joining it.

Otherwise, if he casually set a goal and it was somehow achieved, wouldn’t he then have to go to the Western Direction and become a monk?

What would become of the pretty girls by his side, surely they couldn’t all become nuns, could they?

Long Fei carefully calculated each step in his mind, afraid that any misstep might let the Bodhi Seed take advantage of him.

After all, the true form of this Bodhi Seed might very well be the one who converted Sakyamuni to Buddhism.

The power of its true form, naturally, could only be imagined.

It was now leading Long Fei step by step to join the Buddhist Sect, but Long Fei was not falling for it.

A single Buddhist chant, its sound barely faded, yet inexplicably spread throughout the entire wilderness.

Li Zhenni and the others were a hundred meters away from him, but they heard every word, clear and distinct.

At that moment, Long Fei’s body suddenly emitted a clockwise spiraling golden light.

Upon close inspection of these lights,

they were actually text chains formed by tadpole-like characters, creating a vacuum force out of thin air, drawing the Yin Souls from all directions towards Long Fei.

Streams of resentments swiftly entered Long Fei’s brain.

The seven emotions and six desires, joy, anger, worry, contemplation, sorrow, fear, shock!

Each one leaves behind resentments.

A woman cried out, "Don’t kill me, I didn’t steal someone’s husband! I’m still young, I don’t want to die; you can’t kill me!"

This was her fear from when she was alive!

A man screamed, "I don’t want to die; my family has a seventy-year-old mother and a three-year-old son. If I die, what will become of them!"

This was his worry from before his death.

Someone lamented deeply, "When will I wield the Heavenly Sword, vowing not to let the enemies step into the Central Plains!"

This was his sorrow!

Someone cried out, "How long must the battlefield campaigns continue, stuttering candle light conversations through the night!"

This was his longing for his wife!

A young man boldly declared, "Thirty years in the east of the river, thirty years in the west, do not deceive the young and poor!"

This was his rage!

Someone laughed loudly, "Although we brothers may not have been born together, today we die together for our country. It is indeed painful, painful! If there is an afterlife, let us brothers once again join the battle against the enemy, staining the Japanese with our blood!"

This was a general’s joy!

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This place was once a battleground that Military Strategists contended for, hence the resentments left behind span from the ancient past to the present.

The earliest were generals from the Northern Song Dynasty resisting the Jin Kingdom, each one brimming with killing intent, as steadfast as steel.

Obtaining their spiritual power was no easy feat for Long Fei.

He had to turn himself into a furnace, use the Karmic Fire to burn these emotions and desires, filtering out all the karmic forces from their being.

Only then, could he obtain the pure spiritual power.

At this moment, his body was surprisingly enveloped in a faint flame.

This flame, unexpectedly, was seven-colored.

Each color represented a type of resentment.

At this moment, the seven-colored karmic fire ceaselessly drew in karmic energy from all directions.

The more souls there were, the more karmic energy there was.

Eventually, it slowly turned into a seven-colored lotus flower that rotated clockwise, completely enveloping Long Fei within.

Li Zhenni and the others looked at each other in dismay, rubbing their eyes to ensure it wasn’t some cheap special effect from Long Fei.

All were filled with panic, recalling Long Fei’s earlier words, that he was going to become a Buddha!

Looking at the situation, it seemed to be true indeed!

Within the seven-colored karmic fire, Long Fei was truly in extreme danger, facing the first life-threatening trial since he began his cultivation.

If he overcame this trial, he could smoothly break through to the Heart-motion Realm.

If he did not overcome it, he might be incinerated by the karmic fire, his soul dissipating into nothingness.

Karmic fire is not a physical flame in the traditional sense but a type of flame that specifically burns the spirit.

Its power was comparable to the Samadhi True Fire of the Daoist Sects.

This fire is born of resentment.

Within the Buddhist Sect, this is referred to as karmic energy.

Everyone is born with karmic energy; the longer one lives, the more one becomes involved in various matters, and the greater the karmic energy becomes.

Kill an ant, and you accumulate a thread of karmic energy.

Argue with someone once, and that too is a thread of karmic energy.

To become a Buddha, a monk must use Buddhist scriptures to eliminate this karmic energy.

The more karmic energy a monk eliminates, the higher their cultivation level becomes.

Therefore, the Buddhist Sect established a set of regulations and precepts, the purpose of which is to avoid karma and reduce karmic energy.

If a monk dares to kill someone without knowing how to eliminate karmic energy, they are doomed to never achieve Buddhahood in this lifetime.

If unlucky, they might even be burned to death by karmic fire.

Long Fei’s mind whirled rapidly, delving into the Om Mantra Technique within the "Amitabha Sutra."

As the seven-colored karmic fire burned outside, inside there was a layer of Buddhist scripture entwining, continuously countering and neutralizing the karmic fire.

He filtered through resentment in his mind one after another, and these spirits left contentedly.

He also obtained the spiritual power of these spirits, albeit with difficulty.

This was salvation!

This was a win-win!

If there were no benefits, why would cultivators willingly hunt demons and exorcise ghosts, defending justice?

In the end, it’s all driven by self-interest.

The yin souls of the mountain were stirred by the wind, originally there were only a thousand or so.

In the end, more and more gathered until there were more than ten thousand.

Just imagine, forcing the thoughts of ten thousand others into your mind.

Probably, with no more than ten, you’d suffer a personality split and become mentally deranged.

The danger of Long Fei’s current situation was thus self-evident, akin to dancing on the edge of a knife, one peril atop another.

Several times he nearly reached the brink of collapse, battling the resentment of one yin soul after another.

Several times his head nearly exploded. Though it was a flame of spiritual power, slowly it began to take on the characteristics of physical combustion.

He felt the essential Qi in his body steadily evaporating, his flesh making crackling noises as if he were sitting in a fire.

The number of yin souls far exceeded his expectations.

A thousand, he could just barely cope with.

But now, more and more gathered as if he had attracted all the yin souls of the mountain top.

Long Fei’s brows knit tightly, looking at his shriveled body, he wondered if he was going to die here today.

Fortune favors the bold, but this time he had taken an enormous risk.

He really shouldn’t have been swayed by the Bodhi Seed; he should have at least tried a preliminary experiment before attempting to exorcise the yin souls!

With Long Fei’s heart wavering, the already turbulent karmic fire became even more vigorous.

He felt his blood boiling, his pores continuously leaking essential Qi, feeling as if his entire being was about to turn to dust and smoke.