Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

At this point, he could no longer contain himself and laid his cards on the table.

He had pondered Buddhism for half his life but ultimately couldn't detach himself from the affection between fellow disciples.

Faced with Han Shan's angry scolding and questioning, Bu Zhong burst into maniacal laughter.

Laughing so hard that tears and snot were about to come out.

He madly said, "Why do you ask? Do you have the face to ask me why? My dear senior brother, keep hitting me, kill me."

"They all like you, they all love you so much."

"The master praises you, others admire you, and what about me? What do I have? I always have to pick up your leftovers, you hypocritical little man, I've always only been fit to live in your shadow."

"What else did I do while you were in seclusion and kept in the dark? Oh, I did quite a lot."

"Do you think your blockhead could make Han Shan Temple so famous? It was me! It was me! I made Han Shan Temple renowned! Did you think it was the Buddha's blessing? It was me!"

"Those people come to worship Buddha, but what kind of Buddha do they believe in? They are just worshipping the desires in their own hearts."

"Some ask for wealth, so I stole others' gold and silver and buried it in their yards. Those who seek safety, I use mana to nourish their bodies in the middle of the night. And for those seeking progeny, I put those women under and took my turn."

"Without my hard work upfront, how could Han Shan Temple enjoy such fame today? Is it all thanks to these rotten peach blossoms on the mountains?"

"Amitabha!" Faced with his crazed junior brother, Han Shan closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering, and his lips trembled as he chanted a Buddha's name, his hands joined in prayer as he silently recited the sutras.

"Senior brother, stop chanting, listen to me, besides those people I killed in the ancestral tomb, I've done much more."

"Those women, each and every one of them was so cheap. Senior brother, you've never slept with a woman in your life, have you? What a joyous life."

"At first, they were hysterical, crying and screaming, but later they crawled up to me like bitches, begging me. Ha ha, it was so entertaining, they even thought they were dreaming."

"Senior brother, did you know among those seventy-two people I killed, there was a couple on their honeymoon? They were people of special destiny who came to me for fortune-telling."

"That young woman was so tantalizing."

"I made her bite on a rope, the rope was slung over the beam, with a guillotine knife tied to it, below the knife was her husband. I was behind her, and if she cried out, her husband would die."

"But I got angry in the end, because she never opened her mouth until she died!"

"Still, I went back on my word, and killed her husband anyway, ha ha."

At these words, Han Shan could hold back no longer, and his eyes opened in anguish.

His aura climbed steadily, unexpectedly breaking through the first level of the True Person Realm and not stopping until he reached the fourth level of the True Person Realm.

Looking at the astonishing aura emanating from Han Shan, Bu Zhong's face changed drastically, "Senior brother, you hid your strength? How are you so powerful? Did the master give you the precious Buddhist relic, the Buddha bone Sharira, from our Han Shan Temple?"

"Junior brother, you've gone mad. Tomorrow, you will come down the mountain with me to see Yi Taoist. I can't enlighten you anymore."

Han Shan's expression was ice-cold.

Faced with the junior brother he had raised by his own hand, he still couldn't bring himself to act against him, but he knew Yi Chen could!

"Senior brother, no, I was wrong, I truly was."

"I'm telling you, about ten days ago I inadvertently found a strange Purple Token in the back mountain. It was it, it seduced me!"

"Every day it tempts me, promising that if I do certain things, if I follow its instructions, it will feed my cultivation. I don't want to live forever in your shadow, brother; I just can't stand it!"

"I've always wanted to expand the Han Shan Temple, brother."

"That woman, it was the Purple Token that made me kill her like this. It's demonic!"

"It speaks to me every day, telling me that as long as I do as it says, my cultivation will keep rising. Brother, please save me, it's this damn Purple Token that seduced me; I'm in such torment."

"If I don't obey it, my whole body is wracked with excruciating pain; I'd rather be dead, brother! I had no choice!"

Bu Zhong slid to his knees in front of Han Shan, clutching his legs and sobbing. When he looked up, a sinister purplish vein crawled across his face.

"Bu Zhong, how did you come across such a thing? Give me your hand, and let your brother use his Buddhist mana to look inside you," said Han Shan, his face draining of color as he grabbed his disciple's hand, ready to channel his Buddhist mana to examine him.

Suddenly, Bu Zhong's hand turned crystal-like, purple as amethyst, and an inhuman amethyst claw burst through Han Shan's chest, clutching a beating heart.

With a shock of evil force, Bu Zhong pushed Han Shan away, a gaping hole torn open in his chest, greedily munching on his brother's heart.

"Brother, you're just as foolish as you always were."

"I'll come clean, I was pretending."

"So what if your cultivation was higher than mine? With a simple trick, you end up dead at my hands. You'd never guess that after following His Majesty for just over ten days, I would already be on par with you, brother."

"Brother, I remember you too were born at the most Yin time, on the most Yin day, of the most Yin month, in the most Yin year. Once I've killed you and offered you as a sacrifice to our master, I'll be able to advance further. Since you seem intent on helping me, why not follow through."

"Master passed the Buddhist relics to you, allowing you to reach such heights in your cultivation, but you're no use at all!"

"Always said Master played favorites, didn't I? Good riddance! If those Buddhist relics had been given to me, your cultivation should have been mine! You're me, and I'm you; you stole my life."

Bu Zhong suddenly burst into loud, sinister laughter, his face twisted with evil, his lips black as night.

Han Shan, sitting in the cross-legged position, vomited a mouthful of blood and spoke in agony: "Disciple, please turn back."

"There never were any Buddhist relics. It was just something Master said to encourage us. How could there be such a treasure in the world? And even if it existed, how could it possibly be in the hands of our Han Shan Temple? You've always been so intelligent; how could you be so utterly deluded?"

"No! Impossible! You're lying to me! You're trying to deceive me again, brother. You want to trick me, even in death!"

"Then why did you hide your cultivation from me? You still don't trust me, you deserve to die!" It's as if he has found another reason, Bu Zhong's voice once more turns cold and justifiably indignant.

"Brother... Brother, you've always been so arrogant and proud; afraid that your heart might suffer, I thought to hide my inadequacies, never speaking plainly to you. Who... who would have imagined you'd misunderstand me to such a degree."

Lies do not hurt people; it's the truth that cuts like a sharp knife.

"It can't be; it's absolutely impossible!"

"I won't be fooled. I'll kill you first. Once my cultivation is complete, I'll kill Yi Chengzi and wipe out the entire Hidden Dragon Temple to keep you company, so you won't be lonely in the afterlife."

Bu Zhong backed away three steps, cackling. The Buddhist relics were an eternal pain in his heart, gnawing at it day and night. The amethyst claw of his palm suddenly grew, tearing Han Shan into pieces.

With eyes both crazed and filled with pain, Bu Zhong glanced over and saw a large face and a cat's head eerily peeking out from the window.