Legend of the Great Sage Chapter 1325 - Conversion, Salvation

Li Qingshan furrowed his eyebrows. “Why?”

Gu Yanying told him about everything she had seen and heard, which made his brows furrow more and more tightly. The featherfolk present all paled in fright. If the world were destroyed, none of them would be spared. They could only go to the Hungry Ghost realm or the Demon domain, but both of them were a choice even worse than death to them.

Meanwhile, those common living creatures would not even have a choice like that to make.

Li Qingshan fell silent for a good while before asking, “Is it my fault?”

Gu Yanying shook her head. “Where your path exists is where your heart strives towards. You had no other choice.”

Li Qingshan smiled. “That’s unlike you. What, you’re afraid that I can’t accept this? Even if I come up with thousands of excuses, I had a direct hand in this. Sure enough, it’s just not that easy to be a hero. Before we leave, I better try one more time!”

With a splash, he leapt out of the pool. The milky-white fluid trickled down from his bronze body. He was completely unclothed, currently as bare as a statue. He strode off towards the door.

Li Fengyuan offered up the clothes he had prepared beforehand. Li Qingshan shook open a set of robes and draped it around him before fastening the waistband. He asked, “Where’s Xiao An?”

“She seems to be digging up graves all over the place.”

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The Mahachakra temple of the Lightning province.

A hand brushed past the prayer wheel. It whirled away as she made her way through the dim corridor. She turned around a corner as the setting sun dyed the palace built into the mountain red. It was tranquil and glorious. The sounds of chanting rang out in the distance.

Arriving at the entrance of the main hall, she stepped over the tall threshold with her pale, bare feet. Several thousand monks sat neatly in the spacious grand hall as their chanting rose and fell. It all suddenly stopped at this moment.

The long-browed old monk seated on the platform said sternly, “Amitābha. The sea of bitterness has no bounds. Repent and the shore is at hand.”

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