Amidst the cries of "Amitabha", there were mixed in the heart-wrenching wails that filled the air. In front of Yun Xin, he saw a brutal massacre taking place. The unarmed villagers fled in all directions under the cover of dark red fog. The ground was already littered with corpses and blood. Following the villagers' horrified gaze, the culprit slowly emerged at the back of the crowd. It was a figure that looked still young, but with the dark red aura lingering around its body, it looked a little weird. When the other person came closer, he discovered that the facial features on that face were surprisingly similar to Yun Xin's today. But the difference is that Yun Xin now talks about Amitabha all the time. If you say that he is a high-level monk, I am afraid no one will not believe it. But the much shorter figure in front of him was completely different, although the other person's facial features were extremely similar to Yun Xin's. But those red pupils and ferocious smile made him look more like a demon bathed in blood from hell, which made people feel terrified. The auras of the two seemed to be two extremes, and there was even a slight sense of incongruity due to their extremely similar looks.
But in this dream, only Yun Xin himself knew that this figure was himself. Or rather... my former self! Looking closely at Xiao Yunxin, who was only eleven or twelve years old, he saw a blood-stained hatchet in his right hand. The hatchet was nearly one meter long, and compared to the yet to fully develop little Yunxin, it took up almost half of his height. But in his hand, the hatchet seemed as light as a feather, and he would weigh it in the air with a grin from time to time. Looking at the villagers fleeing in panic, "Yun Xin" showed a bloodthirsty smile on his face. It was as if he was enjoying the howls of his prey, and infinite pleasure rose in his heart. When they were pulled away from each other for a distance again, a terrifying dark red aura suddenly surged out from "Yun Xin's" body. Then his figure flashed out of thin air, leaving a red light on the spot, and his real body still appeared a hundred miles away. A fleeing villager had just run a short distance when he turned his head to look back again, only to find that the devil had appeared behind him at some point. "no, do not want!!!" "Xiao Nuo! Don't you recognize me? I'm your Uncle Chen!" "what!!!" The villagers' words did not slow down Yunxin's sword even a little. Accompanied by a piercing howl, a horrible wound immediately appeared on the opponent's body. But it seemed that he deliberately avoided the vital points, and the knife did not kill the person immediately. Looking at the person in front of him lying on the ground, covering his wound and wailing, the smile on "Yun Xin"'s face gradually became distorted, and the hatchet in his hand was raised high again. "what!" "Ha ha ha ha!!!" "Cut you to death! Chop you to death!"
As the knife fell, blood and flesh splattered everywhere. "Yun Xin's" tender face was covered with a layer of dark red blood. Decorated with this layer of blood, the devil-like face became countless times more terrifying in the eyes of the villagers. "Run! Run!!" However, how can the speed of mortals compare with that of the extraordinary? In Yunxin's eyes, the running people are nothing more than an escape game that is not difficult at all. Nearly half an hour later, there was no living person left in the huge village. The young figure of "Yun Xin" stained with blood stood quietly in place, and his pupils seemed to reveal an indescribable joy because of the blood on the ground. Soon, the dark red aura lingering around his body began to frantically devour the blood energy that filled the air. Only when the blood flowing on the ground had all solidified into dried blood scabs did the breath seem to be satisfied and retracted into Yun Xin's body. After the red light lingering around her body disappeared, "Yun Xin" seemed to have lost consciousness all of a sudden, her body swayed, and she fell on the blood scabs covering the earth's crust... …… It seemed like they were two different worlds apart, but to Yun Xin, it all felt like being there again. I had only heard about this incident vaguely before, but had never seen it with my own eyes. Since he fainted that time, he only remembered that when he woke up, he was lying in the Zen temple of Lingyin Temple, and he also had a new name. Cloud Heart... As for what happened in between, Yun Xin had no memory of it at all. Until today, the things that the old host had been hiding from him were finally made public. "I did all this?" Yun Xin's face turned pale, and she swayed and staggered back a few steps. He looked down at his trembling hands, unable to believe that it was these hands that picked up the hatchet and killed everyone in the village. "Ami……" At this moment, the remaining two words seemed to be stuck in Yun Xin's throat forever, and she couldn't say them no matter how hard she tried. It seemed that he was no longer qualified to recite this Buddhist name. At this moment, Yun Xin's faith seemed to be cracked with countless cracks, and she almost fell to the ground powerlessly. "I...why me?" "Why would I do such a thing? Why! Why was I, someone like me, chosen by the Buddha!!!" "I am a sinner!" “I’m not qualified!!!”
I don’t know if it was a dream, but the voices in Yun Xin’s heart kept being amplified. Like a spell, it has now firmly bound his mind. However, just as Yun Xin was deeply trapped in self-doubt, the scene in front of him changed again. I saw an old monk with a hunched body slowly appearing at the end of the village. The man with the kind eyes is none other than the old abbot of Lingyin Temple - Master Mingde. When he saw this Shura-like scene, his body trembled violently. But as if he had expected it, after entering the village, he went straight to "Yun Xin", the only one who was still breathing. The old monk slowly wiped the blood off "Yunxin's" body with the sleeve of his robe. "poor child……" After hearing the familiar hoarse voice, he sat in front of the figure in the morning light. He clasped his hands together and recited some Buddhist scripture. However, these words, which did not carry any spiritual energy, became concrete at this moment. Scriptures emitting golden light surrounded Yunxin's body, as if they were cleaning away the filth while scattering golden rays. About ten minutes later, the old monk finally stopped talking. I don’t know if it was an illusion, but in these short ten minutes, the originally hunched figure seemed to have aged several years. As the voice stopped, the scriptures that had been densely covering the two of them suddenly stagnated, and then immediately rushed into Yun Xin's body... (End of this chapter)