Chapter 243 Rainy Night

Juexing carefully glanced at the temple and realized that the fearsome soldiers had long since departed, leaving only broken walls and ruins.

He could even see the once-respected Buddha head scattered on the ground, wrapped in mud.

The Buddha statue, once venerated by countless, stripped of its former mystery and dignity, now lay like dust beneath his feet.

Staring blankly at the Buddha head, a loud, mocking laughter suddenly erupted from Juexing's mouth.

He felt as if everything were a joke, the sanctity and majesty of the Buddha that his master and the Buddhist Sect incessantly taught him had, in this moment, collapsed inside him.

"Is this Buddha, haha…" he laughed.

Recklessly, Juexing laughed in the deep mountains, unafraid of anyone coming to capture him.

He feared this situation more than death, the collapse of faith.

In his mind, a voice kept echoing endlessly.