Once Huiming regained freedom, he hastily said, “Abbot, please return the scripture to me.”

　　He said that as Fahai did not seem to care about the scripture too much.

　　Fahai said, “I will keep this Sky Demon Scripture. You come with me.” He grabbed Huiming along, and with the blink of an eye, they were back in the temple.

　　Fahai kept the scripture in his kasaya. He could not be bothered with Huiming, because Jinguang Temple had a discipline hall. If he dared to make a scene, there would be punishments from the monks.

　　He did not care too much about the power he held in Jinguang Temple. For him, he did not need to spend too much time about anything in Jinguang Temple, as long as when he was out looking for Baoyue, nothing happened.

　　Tonight Fahai sat in the cultivation room. His body was gleaming with golden lights – he was practicing the Dharma from Moonlight Buddha.

　　The difference was that Moonlight Buddha was human and he was a demon. While Baoyue the Venerable had explained to him some of the advanced Dharma in detail, but he still could not get over some of the obstacles. This made him slightly frustrated.

　　As he was originally a demon, even if he had cultivated his morality, it was hard for him to enter into a state of spiritual calmness. He took out the Sky Demon Scripture. He did not know that Baoguang obtained the Sky Demon Scripture by chance.

　　Baoguang had deep Dharma, but as he lacked the vision, he just could not achieve the Golden-bodied Arhat. When he lost his supernatural power, he, in turn, profited from his misfortune as his Buddhist mind improved.

　　After he obtained the Sky Demon Scripture, he knew that this script was of dissident nature, but some of the evil arts indeed indicated the path to understanding the heart. As such, it was useful for Buddhist’s revelation or Daoist’s breaking away from whims.

　　As it involved the profoundness of the heart, if there was any mishap, one could fall into the demon realm and lose oneself. It took someone with great wisdom, who could overcome the three poisons, the greed, wrath, and obsession. Only someone with a pure mind could master the evil arts.

　　Baoguang knew that if this scripture were to be circulated, it would create great misfortune. At the same time, he thought it was the heart and soul of the wise, and hence he could not bear to destroy it. Until he passed away, he was still contemplating about it.

　　When the time had come, he then decided to have the eminent monk in Jingang Temple to set up the prohibition on the jade box. He then ordered Huiming to bring the scripture back to Jinguang Temple and to bury it at a place where spiritual vigor gathered. He wished that with the influence of the Dharma, the evil Qi in the scripture could be eliminated.

　　If someone came across this scripture again, he would have the ability to withhold his mind and would not be charmed.

　　Whether the person would have any success would depend on his destiny.

　　When Huiming asked Baoguang about why he would not pass it to Abbot Baoyue, Baoguang smiled and said nothing.

　　When Huiming was on the way back, he then knew that Zen Master Baoyue too had passed away. He then knew what Baoguang meant.

　　Fahai looked upon himself highly as he cultivated for a thousand years. He was unfazed by the Sky Demon Scripture.

　　With his cultivation, even though he did not possess a firm resolve like the eminent people of Daoist or Buddhist sect, but Sky Demon could not daze him.

　　As he felt frustrated that night, Fahai decided to take a look at the Sky Demon Scripture to know what it was all about.

　　He flipped open the scripture and in fact, it recorded a lot of profound techniques, but as Fahai was at the level of Dixian and Arhat, he did not think these techniques were worth mentioning.

　　He glanced through the parts that talked about the techniques, and at the back, there was a passage which described the Dao of the Sky Demon.

　　He had gathered advanced Dharma from Baoyue the Venerable, and as he was traveling in the world, he too had some knowledge of Dao. He was fascinated by the Dao of the Sky Demon which was being described.

　　The reason being the Dao of the Sky Demon was similar to both Daoism and Buddhism. It involved the spirit, which was similar to what Baoyue described the Moonlight Buddha Scripture.

　　For instance, Buddha used his millions of clones for divine intervention. He would go through cycles and cycles to spread the principles of Dharma. When people believed in it, it was the equivalent to the millions of clones. It was how the saying “All for one and one for all” came about.

　　In the Sky Demon Scripture, it meant to focus the thought of oneself and then spread the seed in the sentient beings. As long as one’s heart and mind matched, under the coveted influence, the act of stealing the mind could be achieved and hence the others could be turned into a version of oneself.

　　In the beginning Fahai thought he was knowledgeable, and with advanced Dharma, he did not need to pay much attention to this scripture. However, as he went on reading, he realized the similarity between Buddha and Demon. With one thought, one could become Buddha or Demon

　　There was no difference between Buddha or Demon.

　　He was not aware that when he had such a thought, a demon obstacle had been born.

　　When he got to the end of it, it described a technique of the clones of Gods and Humans. He could not help but started cultivating.

　　Shen Lian slowly opened his eyes in the Temple of Killings. After observing the swordcraft and the blood-colored long sword, he knew that he was not an opponent for Chen Beidou even though he did not want to admit it.

　　He entered into a state of spiritual calmness to forget what he had just seen, to return the heart to the clear state.

　　Regardless of what he did, the blood color at the bier could not be eliminated.

　　Fang Yanying was guarding outside when Shen Lian was entering a state of spiritual calmness. Because of what happened to the honored master, she had a lot of questions, but as Shen Lian was in the state of spiritual calmness since he returned, she could not disturb him.

　　During such a deserted night, the Temple of Killings was even more quiet than usual. There was not any sound from the birds or insects to construct the quaint scene of cicadas buzzing and birds chirping in the quiet forest.

　　Even though Shen Lian had cleared off the killing intent of the Temple of Killings, but the instincts of the living creatures had stopped them from entering the territory of the Temple of Killings.

　　The entire Temple of Killings only had two living things, Fang Yanying and Shen Lian.

　　Because of that, Fang Yanying always thought the temple was filled with slight grief. She dared not to close her eyes, as she was afraid that she would see Li Yuanliang and the rest if she did. She dared not to face the people of the same sect as she was scared for them to ask why did all of them die but she survived.

　　When Shen Lian opened his eyes, he did not ask Fang Yanying to come in. He thought that the chilly wind could make her feel more awake.

　　Shen Lian was concerned about where Chen Jianmei was, and the reason why the students were murdered was puzzling to him.

　　He knew that not even Chen Beidou could achieve such a thing, not because he lacked power but because of the fusion. He could not have killed every living thing’s spirit in the territory of the Temple of Killings within seconds.

　　From the east, there came the breaking dawn. The morning light entered the room and as Shen Lian took them in, his face had a great color, and he looked like he was fuming like a jade. He slowly walked out of the door.

　　Fang Yanying seemed to realize that, and she looked towards Shen Lian.

　　What was surprising was that Shen Lian came next to her, and he sat leaning on the wall. He pressed the sword on one hand against the floor, and the few strands of hair in front of his forehead was flying along with the wind. He looked just like a leisure noble son as he simply allowed the warm morning rays to fall all over him.

　　She wanted to speak.

　　Shen Lian turned and stopped her with his eyes, as if he was saying that the sun was great today, one should just enjoy it.

　　Perhaps because how warm the morning rays were, or how leisurely Shen Lian looked, Fang Yanying felt much better.

　　Before her mood was lifted sufficiently, there were black clouds approaching from far. They soon covered the mountain.

　　One could see countless demon soldiers on top of the cloud. One could not see the end of them.

　　The birds around the mountain were all disturbed, and they escaped to the surrounding.