My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Where the golden light reached, the mist slowly receded, and the surrounding view suddenly became clear and expansive.

Chen Yi pushed aside the layers of fog and looked forward intently,

Deep within the mist,

An ancient temple slowly emerged, accompanied by a single green lantern, its light dim like a bean.

The surroundings were silent, and the ancient temple was by no means grand, rather extremely small, even less than Yintai Temple, like an abandoned nunnery deep in the mountains, only visited by wandering ghosts and foxes.

The temple gate was open, revealing just one hall, with a stone Buddha inside, faceless, hands making a Dharma Seal, body marred as if covered with thick dust.

It was hard to imagine such a Buddhist temple existed in the Heart Lake of a carefree, stupid girl, evoking a sense of endless desolation.

Chen Yi frowned slightly, thinking that the suffering from the Buddhist Bone Burning Sound the stupid girl mentioned probably originated here.

Now that the root of the ailment was found, it was time to eradicate it.

Chen Yi raised his hand, gathering brilliant golden light, intending to smash the entire ancient temple to pieces.

"Amitabha Buddha."

A serene and gentle female voice suddenly came from the depths of the pervasive mist, resonating clearly in one’s mind.

"My dear benefactor, why is your resentment so heavy? Do you not know that you have arrived at this humble nun’s place of peace, and what is your intention?"

Chen Yi paused his action, the gathered golden light in his hand wavered slightly, but did not immediately disperse. He slowly turned his head, his eyes like lightning, scanning the mist which again began to slowly swirl around, but he found no figure.

His lips curled slightly in a knowing, yet mocking cold smile.

"A remnant soul, is it?"

He spoke aloud, his voice echoing in this peculiar Heart Lake Space,

"Hiding here, barely clinging to existence... It seems that you are the compassionate Master Ling Hui mentioned by Donggong Ruoshu, are you not?"

"Indeed."

As soon as the voice responded, Chen Yi mercilessly retorted:

"You bhikkhunis, always talking about saving all beings, yet in the end, you are nothing but those who scurry about for selfish gains!

Secretly planting so-called Dharma seeds in people’s hearts, unnoticed at first, and when the time is ripe, inducing Buddhist affinity, causing people to suddenly realize, thus achieving Becoming a Buddha on the spot!

Sounds nice, doesn’t it! But how do these methods differ from the Gu Techniques that control people’s minds from the Southern Border?"

Chen Yi never had any affinity with the Buddhist Sect, and because of the Medicine Buddha’s influence, he was even more averse to these Buddhist guidance methods, knowing very well that Little Fox almost got lured into Becoming a Buddha back then.

Such methods, praised by the Buddhist Sect as ’enlightenment’, are said to be ’indescribably wonderful’.

Yet his words mercilessly and directly exposed what others praised as indescribably wonderful to be nothing but demonic heresy.

As his words fell, the surrounding mist roiled violently, as if provoked by these words.

After a moment of silence, that ethereal voice rang out again, but it was already clearly tinged with anger, no longer as peaceful as at first:

"Benefactor! Watch your words! How dare you... how dare you slander the True Dharma of our Buddhist Sect, and defame my intention of benefiting the world!"

As the voice spoke, the mist in front of Chen Yi parted like a curtain to both sides, gradually forming a faint silhouette.

It was a virtual shadow of a bhikkhuni dressed in a gray monk’s robe, with a once dignified face now somewhat distorted by anger, her hands clasped together, staring at Chen Yi with burning rage.

It was undoubtedly the apparition of Master Ling Hui’s remnant soul.

Compared to the Medicine Buddha, her methods were not sophisticated enough.

Luckily she wasn’t sophisticated enough, for if everyone were as troublesome as the Medicine Buddha, Chen Yi would have a major headache.

But now that the mastermind had appeared.

Chen Yi calmed his mind, aligning his fingertips like a sword.

Now, to eradicate the demon completely.

Master Ling Hui seemed to realize something from Chen Yi’s slight gestures and exclaimed: "What are you going to do?!"

Chen Yi did not answer, his fingertips gently rising.

Seeing Sword Qi at Chen Yi’s fingertips flickering, and a chilling killing intent locking onto her like something tangible, Master Ling Hui sensed something was wrong, and hurriedly said:

"Benefactor, hold your hand! What I talk about in terms of enlightenment is no lie! There is another hidden story in this!"

Chen Yi’s Sword Qi slightly solidified, but his eyes still harbored killing intent, clearly not fully believing.

Although Chen Yi’s origins were unknown, given he could enter Donggong Ruoshu’s Heart Lake, it seemed the two were quite close. Master Ling Hui dared not hide anything further and spoke quickly: "I didn’t intend to take over or control her, it is because this girl... she is not human at all!"

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yi’s eyebrows knitted tightly, the Sword Qi gathering in his hand dissipating slightly. This was too bizarre to believe, how could Donggong Ruoshu, a living person, not be human?

He stared at Master Ling Hui’s apparition and said, "Speak clearly."

Master Ling Hui’s remnant soul seemed to stabilize a bit, her hands still in prayer, speaking slowly:

"Since the benefactor does not believe, this humble nun will let you see with your own eyes, just observe..."

With that, she lifted her phantom hands, making an upward lifting motion.

In an instant, the entire desolate ancient temple emitted a low hum, and slowly rose from the ground, as if lifted by an invisible force into the air.

As the temple rose, the scene beneath its original place began to undergo a tremendous transformation.

Donggong Ruoshu’s Heart Lake slowly revealed from beneath the temple.

It was a liquid of crimson gold.

No, perhaps it could not even be called a lake.

The crimson-golden liquid lay still and undisturbed, thick beyond imagination, like molten glaze, or flowing gold, quietly flowing there, staining the shadow cast by the ancient temple above with a golden rim.