Old Locust City.

A cold wind howled, and dark clouds pressed down on the city.

The city streets were deserted and quiet, and the people stayed indoors, afraid to go out. Master Wuxiang walked on the streets covered with withered yellow leaves, and his kasaya emitted a Buddhist light.

A group of evil cultivators dressed in red blocked Master Wuxiang's path, their eyes bloodshot.

Master Wuxiang looked majestic. With a wave of his hand, a huge golden Buddha palm appeared in the void. As the golden Buddha palm fell, the surrounding evil cultivators were instantly suppressed and killed.

"White Dragon Saint Monk, you've committed such a massacre, and you still want to become a Buddha?" A hoarse voice rang out.

A strange old man in a red robe appeared in the middle of the street. He looked at Master Wuxiang with a mocking expression and said, "Today, I will be the one to deliver you from suffering."

Master Wuxiang remained expressionless as he chanted Buddhist scriptures, and a magnificent Buddha statue materialized behind him.

The sacred light of Buddha illuminated the old Huai City, and the people outside the city, upon seeing it, knelt down and worshipped the old Huai City.

The old man in the red robe frowned slightly. He spread his hands, and blood mist swirled around him, condensing into a tall, blood-red Dharma image.

The two Dharma Masters simultaneously struck out with their palms. The moment their palms collided, space distorted, and the surrounding fallen leaves were shattered. The broken locust leaves drifted in the wind, like golden rain.

Bang!

The crimson Dharma form was repelled.

The red-robed elder retreated several dozen feet before regaining his footing. "As expected of the White Dragon Saint Monk, truly formidable!"

Master Wuxiang didn't waste any words with him. The Buddha made another move, and the red-robed old man hurriedly activated his blood-colored Dharma Form for defense.

The golden Buddha's palm carried a world-destroying power. Wherever the golden Buddha's palm went, space twisted and shattered, and the blood-red Dharma image was also directly smashed by the golden Buddha's palm.

"Pfft!"

"Cough cough cough."

The old man in the red robe was blasted away a long way, and he lay on the street in a sorry state, coughing up blood incessantly.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

A young man in black robes appeared beside the old man in red robes. He said with a mocking expression, "White Dragon Saint Monk, you were originally a high and mighty true dragon who regarded all living beings as grass and trees. Now you actually want to become a Buddha. How ridiculous!"

Master Wuxiang said meaningfully, "All sentient beings are Buddhas. Do not remain deluded. Turn back to the right path."

Zhu You smiled wickedly, "When I was on my deathbed and most helpless, I prayed to the gods, but they did not answer me. I prayed to Buddha, but Buddha did not have any mercy on me. Now you want me to turn back from the brink?"

Master Wuxiang calmly said, "All forms are illusions. All beings suffer, and only self-salvation is possible."

Zhu You laughed loudly, a sinister light flashing in his eyes. "Hahaha, since Buddha won't save me, I'll become a demon!"

Master Wuxiang made a grasping motion from a distance, and the giant Buddha behind him reached out to grab Zhu You. Zhu You grabbed the red-robed old man's shoulder and pulled him away, successfully dodging the giant Buddha's attack.

Zhu You landed under the old locust tree with the red-robed old man. There was also an old man with a full head of white hair sitting cross-legged under the tree. His eyes were closed, there was no life fluctuation in his body, but a ball of fire was burning in his chest, which was the righteous energy.

Master Wuxiang arrived before the old locust tree. He saw the white-haired old man sitting cross-legged on the ground and said in a deep voice, "Gu Yanchen!"

Zhu You looked at the white-haired old man and said with a mocking expression, "White Dragon Saint Monk, if you become our enemy, this is your fate. I advise you to think it over carefully."

As they spoke, cracks appeared in the trunk of the old locust tree, and a continuous stream of ethereal mist poured out from the cracks. Master Wuxiang, seeing the seal loosening, leaped into the air and transformed into a massive white dragon, charging towards the old locust tree.

Zhu You and the red-robed elder were quite frightened. However, Master Wuxiang was not after them. The white dragon circled around the old locust tree, and then he turned to stone, using his physical body to strengthen the seal on the old locust tree and prevent the evil god from breaking free of the seal.

"These lunatics are willing to sacrifice themselves to protect these ants." Zhu You's eyes were filled with mockery.

The old man in red robes struggled to his feet. He coughed, clenching his fist, and said, "Cough cough, city lord, I am badly injured this time and need a lot of food to recover."

Zhu You smiled strangely and said, "Blood Demon, you go back and rest first. I'll take care of the rest."

"Thank you, Lord City Lord."

The old man in the red robe bowed and said.

......

evening.

Ziyue arrived outside Old Locust City.

She looked at the old locust tree in the city and frowned when she saw the white dragon statue wrapped around it.

"Is that Master Wuxiang?"

Zi Yue sensed the presence of Master Wu Xiang. The commotion outside the city caught her attention. A guard in soft armor tried to take away a girl dressed in tattered clothes.

The girl clung tightly to her mother's arm, her voice trembling with tears, "I don't want to go to the city, I want to stay with my mother."

The guard drew his sword and threatened, "There are delicacies in the city. It's an honor to be chosen to enter. If you refuse, don't blame my sword for being blind."

Seeing this, the girl's mother said in a trembling voice, "Ajuan, you should go to the city with the adults. You'll have no worries about food and clothing once you're in the city, and you won't have to suffer with your mother anymore."

"Mother, I don't want to leave you."

The girl wept uncontrollably, clinging to her mother's arm and refusing to let go. Just as the guard raised his longsword, a sharp crack rang out, and the guard fell to the ground.

The middle-aged Taoist priest, dressed in a tattered robe, hid a brick in his sleeve and grinned, saying, "Your head isn't working properly, let me fix it for you."

"Squeak!"

A small monkey, no bigger than a palm and as round as a ball, perched on the shoulder of the middle-aged Taoist priest. Its red fur resembled fiery clouds. It held a red fruit in its arms.

The girl and her mother did not thank the middle-aged Taoist priest. Seeing that the guards of the city lord's mansion had their heads smashed, they were afraid of getting into trouble and quickly left the area.

"You're really not being polite."

The middle-aged Taoist priest said with a smile.

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