The Pinnacle of Life

However, Ancestor Miller was now targeting Pindola. He jumped out of the coffin with a boom and howled to the sky. “It’s you, bald *ss! You’re the one who has been scheming all this time! You’ve ruined my cultivation’s foundation. You’ve destroyed my accumulated efforts over several millennia in a moment! I shall kill you!”

Ancestor Miller had turned into a green-haired zombie, but he surprisingly still maintained his humanity and could even talk.

“Mystic Maiden, what’s with this situation? Could this guy be a complete zombie?”

Alex hurriedly asked the Mystic Maiden of the Nine Heavens.

However, the Mystic Maiden of the Nine Heavens was nowhere to be found. She was clearly in Alex’s mind palace, but he could not see her.

Meanwhile, Monk Pindola covered his body with dazzling golden light, and the Red Lotus Hellfire unexpectedly rushed out of his hand, forming a flame sword that hovered in mid-air. He folded his hands and said, “Old Miller the Almsgiver, the wages of sin is death. You’ve come a long way to capture me and drain my blood. This is god’s will! My body carries the Red Lotus Hellfire. Draining my blood will do you no good. This is also considered your fate.”

Facing the Red Lotus Hellfire Sword, Ancestor Miller was indeed fearful.

He roared. “To hell with your Buddha! You’ve ruined my cultivation’s foundation and forced me to be at the end of my rope, yet you’re saying that it’s my fate?!”

Pindola replied, “That’s right! My Buddha is benevolent. Give up evil and repent to attain salvation. If you’re now sincerely devout enough to let me sever the abomination in you with my sword, you’ll be able to attain Buddhahood right away by returning to truth, beauty, and goodness. In the future, you’ll have a place in the Siddhartha reahn and enjoy Nirvana and taste the smoke from incense for eternity. How about it? Is it your fate?”

did he feel that Monk Pindola was a little

*ss, you big baldy!

Wham!

Miller indifferently lashed out at Pindola with

“Red Lotus

something was not right. The power of this Red

*ss, you almost deceived

is just a shell without substance! A

in the opposite direction and chanted, “The Buddha-nature is ever pure and undefiled, so where can the dust alight? Old Miller the

leave?

him and disappeared in the blink

his divine sense. “Little brat, what did you come here for? The old geezer

“Uh..?”

had long since discovered

Since he had not acquired it, he certainly could not