He spat blood, looking at Sun Yan with terror and shouted, "How do you have the Thunder Departnt Magical Artifact? You're not from Tibet! Who exactly are you!"
"Why bother asking so much at this point? All you demons can go to hell!"
Sun Yan forcefully slamd the Nine Dragon Five Thunder Seal onto the Yaksha.
Bang!
At the instant the seal touched the Yaksha's chest, a thunderous roar erupted, even causing the ground of the hall to tremble slightly.
The Yaksha had no ti to react, instantly blown to a charred corpse by the thunder, devoid of any life.
Having inherited the graveyard for so long and seen countless Evil Spirits, Sun Yan knew well that these beings would never yield, and attempting to extract answers from them was a waste of ti.
It's simpler to kill them directly, anyway there are two more temple doors next to explore the truth.
Entering the second temple door, the light inside was much brighter.
An old lama sat cross-legged on a cushion, spinning a prayer wheel and beating a Dharma drum.
The sound of the two magical implents intertwined throughout the hall, grand and peaceful.
As Sun Yan approached with the Golden Halberd, the old lama finally stopped his actions, raised his head kindly and asked, "I see you have troubles, you need help."
"Master, have you seen a boy, about this tall, with frostbite on his body?" Sun Yan gestured, asking.
"Of course, I've seen boys, and many of them, I don't know which one you're looking for."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old lama opened his mouth, reached into his throat, the hand seed to reach into the stomach, searching continuously inside.
Sun Yan could even see a palm print rising on the old lama's belly.
Soon, the old lama pulled out a head soaked in saliva, and it was a boy.
"Are you looking for this boy, or this boy."
Switching hands, the old lama again pulled out a head from his mouth, looking at Sun Yan enthusiastically.
Yet the smile seed extrely eerie.
This was a living devil.
Sun Yan frowned, without hesitation raised the Golden Halberd and cleaved towards the old lama.
"What is this? A magical artifact? How do you know I love artifacts so much."
The old lama laughed instead of getting angry, slyly dodged the edge of the Halberd, and curiously reached to grab it. As his palm touched the Halberd, it sizzled, burning his skin.
Yet he did not let go, instead, clutching the Halberd frantically, shrieked with excitent.
"I love it! I love this! Give it to , I'll trade all my treasures for it."
As he spoke, the old lama began crying, lanting, "I've spent my life collecting artifacts, hundreds of empty gains, how can they compare to this one?"
"Nonsense, die."
Sun Yan snorted coldly, with Mo Lihai Dharma appearing behind him, Mo Lihai glaring with rage, swung the Jade Pipa towards the old lama.
Carelessly, the old lama's chest got struck by the Pipa, flying backwards and smashing into the wall.
"Cough cough cough!" The old lama lay on the ground continuously spitting blood, but his expression didn't change.
"I can't see your appearance, but I can sll the treasure of the artifact. Did the temple disciples send you to give treasures? Give it to ! Holding the artifact, I can die content!"
The old lama crazily pounded the ground and said.
Sun Yan's frown deepened, experintally placed the Nine Dragon Five Thunder Seal on the ground.
"Artifact, it is an artifact."
Imdiately, like a hyena slling at, the old lama crawled rapidly, reaching the seal, embraced it with his arms.
Sizzle! Sizzle!
Instantly, Sun Yan pointed with two fingers, the Nine Dragon Five Thunder Seal erupted purple thunder, countless arcs enveloped the old lama.
Being completely buried in the sea of thunder, following the Yaksha from earlier, he beca charred remains.
"Dignified Buddhist Temple, also known as Vajra, yet it harbors filth, demons residing inside, truly the world is in disarray, five turbid evil ages."
Sun Yan shook his head, picked up the seal and exited the temple door, now just the last door remained to be explored.
Creek!
The temple door slowly opened, sandalwood aroma greeted him, revealing a Great Sun Buddha Statue glowing with gold, inlaid with agate, jade, and tortoise shell as armor, behind it a splendid halo, extraordinarily awe-inspiring.
Below the statue sat an old monk in tattered cloth, beside him another person.
Upon seeing this person, Sun Yan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, Damian is still alive, the best news right now.
"Jackson!"
Seeing Sun Yan arrive, Damian quickly waves his hand in greeting.
Sun Yan cautiously entered the hall, staring at the old monk and asked, "What's going on? Leaving the monk quarters without telling , what are you doing here."
"Master Sangji brought over, sorry, I didn't have ti to tell you as it was urgent." Damian Dorje promptly apologized.
The boy's heart is still truly innocent, embodying the purity of a Tibetan youth. Sun Yan had to directly ask the unmoving old monk, "Old fellow, are you a demon? I won't waste words, the two demons next door were slain by , what do you think."
"Killed…"
The old monk looked at Sun Yan with so surprise, then turned to scrutiny, finally sighed.
"Just as the prophecy foretold, killing is good, it ends their suffering, thank you."
"Don't you want to avenge them?" Sun Yan questioned.
"Those two junior monks, in their early years delved into forbidden things, thus burdened with tornt, usually confined in the hall under my watch, my ability is insufficient to eliminate them. Whether out of sentint or capability, you killed them, allowing them to rest peacefully, I'm grateful, why seek revenge."
"Bringing Damian here was out of concern my fellow monks might harm him, it's safer here."
With Celestial Eye examining the old monk, Sun Yan reassured himself; this fellow unlike the previous two, is indeed human, no problem.
"You're Master Sangji that Damian ntioned, can you solve Damian being hunted by Suffering Bodhisattva?" Sun Yan asked.
This matter ties into his task reward, Sun Yan cares deeply.
If he can get help from Master Sangji, this Tibetan old lama, perhaps he could better complete the task.
Despite having artifacts, Sun Yan doesn't overestimate his abilities.
Dealing with Suffering Bodhisattva is rated three black stars, equal to fifteen white stars, demanding careful preparation.
Otherwise, one misstep could bring trouble.
"Suffering Bodhisattva can't be vanquished, it's formless and constantly reborn, only Buddhist Teachings protect. Keeping Damian in Vajra Temple guarantees his safety indefinitely."
Faced with Master Sangji's words, Sun Yan fell silent.
His words present only a temporary fix.
Staying in Vajra Temple grants Damian peace, yet Suffering Bodhisattva persists, it's akin to imprisoning him, a lifeti confined to Vajra Temple, no different from incarceration.
For Damian's future and his task reward, Sun Yan must personally annihilate Suffering Bodhisattva, forever ending the legend in Tibet.
"Master Sangji, nothing is eternal, even ancient Divine Spirits no longer exist here, we can find a way."
Sun Yan tapped the Nuo Mask on his face, "Because humans can triumph over fate."
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