CHAPTER 531: CHAPTER 532 BUDDHIST SACRED LAND!

Yang Yan waved his hand.

"I was not injured, no need to carry me,

and having someone carry me would be too troublesome!"

He declined the young monk’s enthusiasm, but the young monk did not give up!

"Brother Yang, please don’t refuse, there’s no need to be polite.

The Cloud Immortal Realm is incredibly dangerous, how could you be unharmed?

Please do not force yourself!

Moreover, rest assured!

I am willing to carry you, with no reluctance or feeling of inconvenience!

I recall the day you used your mere physique to fend off the Evil Demon’s attack, protecting the Righteous Cultivators as they departed. *You are a model of righteousness for our generation!*

I deeply admire you!

Compared to carrying you, this is merely a slight effort for me," he said earnestly.

"And carrying you is my way of showing respect!

Please allow me to do so!"

"Brother Yang, just let Wu E carry you.

He has been full of admiration for you since he heard about your story.

He said he wants to learn from your great selflessness and spirit of sacrifice!

He has long wanted to meet you!

Before, he thought you were dead and missed the chance!

Now that he has the opportunity, he won’t give it up.

Just fulfill his wish!" the middle-aged monk said with a smile.

Others joined in, and Yang Yan felt helpless.

*It’s hard to refuse such kindness!*

"All right!"

He allowed the young monk to carry him, heading towards the Western Pure Land, while the middle-aged monk spoke of the Cloud Immortal Realm along the way.

"The Cloud Immortal Realm has seldom appeared in the Human World, and no one who enters ever returns.

However, a few from the Heavenly Realm have managed to return.

Those who survived never care to speak much of what happened inside, only stating that it is extremely dangerous and should not be entered lightly.

Only one person stated clearly that an imprisoned demoness resides within!

She feeds insects with cultivators’ physiques!

That’s truly terrifying!"

"The Buddhist monk Bosheng’s reincarnated body went in; it’s likely ill-fated."

The reincarnated body of the Buddhist monk Bosheng?

It was probably the one worshiping towards the Pure Land Buddhist Sect, going for pilgrimage.

He should already be dead!

"By the way, Brother Yang, how did you survive Beizhou?

We heard from brother Jiese that, using your physique to fend off the Evil Demon, it was nearly certain death," the middle-aged monk asked.

"Did you meet someone highly skilled?"

Yang Yan nodded.

"Not just someone skilled, but also aided by the Treasure of the Buddhist Sect, the Saint Buddha’s Finger Bone.

In my most dangerous moment, Uncle master Jiese wielded the Saint Buddha’s Finger Bone, using a self-sacrificial method to save me.

Simultaneously, he shielded me with Buddha Light and sent me away!

I then fled desperately!

Later, on the way, I was discovered by the Evil Demon Sect and was hunted.

Luckily, I encountered a Righteous Cultivator who helped me, allowing a safe return to the City of Life and Death.

And arriving at this West Soil!"

*Everything he said was fabricated!*

*Yet, no matter how he spun it, nobody would be able to dispute him!*

After all, after Jiese and the others left that day, be it the Evil Demon Sect or the Righteous Path,

the only survivors were Yang Yan and Miao Yin!

Miao Yin was his servant and wouldn’t speak of his affairs to anyone.

So the truth of the matter was known only to Yang Yan.

*With only him knowing, he could embellish the tale however he wished, and no one could expose him!*

"Brother Yang speaks lightly of it, but anyone would know the risks in Beizhou!

The danger there is unpredictable!

Brother Yang, you have endured hardships!" the middle-aged monk and the other monks all bowed to him in respect!

"..."

Yang Yan rubbed his nose, lost for words.

An hour later, Yang Yan was on the young monk’s back, seeing from afar a region of golden expanse.

The land there sharply contrasted with the vast, desolate yellow sand of the West Soil.

To the left, to the right, ahead, and behind, it was as if there were two worlds!

"Is that the Buddhist Pure Land?" Yang Yan thought to himself.

From the outside, the Pure Land of the Buddhist Sect looked like a terrestrial paradise.

Looking at it gave a sense of inner peace and warmth!

It had an uncanny allure, making one want to enter!

The middle-aged monk looked up.

"Brother Yang, we are about to enter the Pure Land!

Beyond the Pure Land, we will reach the Buddhist Sect," he introduced.

"Yes,"

Sun Lingming was inside!

"I wonder if, by entering today, I’ll hear Sun Lingming’s cries!" Yang Yan thought to himself.

On the yellow sand outside the Pure Land, Yang Yan saw many monks sitting there.

These monks wore tattered hemp garments, their bodies emaciated.

Some were covered in scars, yet their faces were serene and calm!

Of course!

Besides them, there were many monks glaring angrily, looking with hatred at Jiese and the others.

Some monks even crawled, attempting to enter the Pure Land, but were burned by the light and land of the Pure Land.

An arm, a whole arm, was burnt to ashes!

"Who are these monks, and why can’t they enter?" Yang Yan asked.

The middle-aged monk’s face was cold.

"A group of errant monks who can only suffer here, unworthy of entering the Pure Land!

The reason they are burned upon touching the Pure Land is the abbot’s punishment for them!" he explained.

"Brother Yang, pay them no mind, we shall enter the Pure Land!"

In the next moment, they arrived before the Pure Land.

On the young monk’s back, Yang Yan could see the scenery inside the Pure Land from afar.

Oases, cities, and homes!

And standing at the deepest point of the Pure Land, that massive temple enveloped in sunlight!

Exceptionally dazzling!

"That should be the Buddhist Sacred Land!" Yang Yan thought to himself.

At this moment, the young monk carried him into the Pure Land.

Instantly, roars sounded in Yang Yan’s ears!

Unlike the cries and wails he heard last time from Sun Lingming,

these were beast-like roars seemingly resisting with all their might!

After a few sounds, came screams of agony, as if some beast was enduring immense pain!

These sounds were filled with resentment and deep anger!

"It’s Sun Lingming’s voice!" Yang Yan recognized fully. "He’s not dead, he’s still suffering!"

His eyes darkened slightly.

From Sun Lingming’s voice, he discerned the difficult situation the other was in.

"What are these monks doing to him?" His heart gradually turned cold.

He didn’t act immediately, intending to see Sun Lingming first before making any move.

To prevent these monks from taking him first and making Sun Lingming unreachable!

"Amitabha!" Inside the Pure Land, many monks also sat cross-legged on the ground.

They were different from the monks outside, bathed in the light of the Pure Land.

Their faces were friendly and compassionate, each with a Golden Body Dharma Image within them.

Evidently, these were monks with profound cultivation!

Around them sat many ordinary people.

They listened to the monks’ sermons on Buddhist Law, completely engrossed.

"Greetings to all elder uncles!"

The middle-aged monk led Jiese and the other monks, bowing to them one by one.

Passing through them, they entered the city.

Ordinary people lived here as well; some doing business, others enjoying leisure.

And whether they were conducting business or at play,

each wore a face full of happiness!

Furthermore, there wasn’t a single woman among them, only men!

Continuing west, they arrived before the grand temple, the Buddhist Sacred Land.

The middle-aged monk turned around.

"Wu E, take Brother Yang to the eastern wing room and arrange for his stay," he instructed.

"Yes, brother."

"Brother Yang, we must report about the Cloud Immortal Realm to our master, so we cannot accompany you!

Once settled, you can search within the Pure Land to see if you can find your friend’s silhouette.

If not, inquire one by one or ask the ordinary people for help.

In this Pure Land, everyone is kind-hearted and benevolent.

If you have a request, they will certainly agree," he continued to tell Yang Yan.

"Yes, I understand."

"Amitabha, Brother Yang, we bid you farewell for now."

The middle-aged monk departed with Jiese and the others, while Yang Yan had Wu E carry him toward the side of the Buddhist temple, without entering the temple itself.

They arrived at a small courtyard adjacent to the temple from the east, with its gate open wide.

As Wu E was about to carry Yang Yan inside, several figures emerged from within.

These figures were both male and female, young and old, each lively and full of spirit, chatting happily.

Upon seeing them, Wu E put his hands together in a gesture of respect.

"Greetings, benefactors!"

Seeing him, the people exiting immediately ceased their laughter and quickly returned the greeting respectfully, each looking curiously at Yang Yan on Wu E’s back.

"Master Wu E, who might this be?"