The air was filled with smoke, the territory disappeared, and a deep pit appeared on the vast land. Hundreds of people were trapped in the pit and were supporting each other to climb out.
Wangcai and her younger sisters and brothers were struggling to squat at the edge of the deep pit, pulling themselves up one by one. They asked, "Auntie Zhang! Where's Daniu?"
The old lady said in her simple accent, "Daniu broke his leg a few days ago. I guess he's still crawling on the road!"
“…”
Even though the Smiling Buddha's domain disappeared along with her, the flat houses and mountains and rivers that were crushed by the nearby villages were still almost completely destroyed. Without the illusion of the lotus seat to cover it up, it was just a ruin, not to mention the fields full of crops in the distance, which was terrifying to look at.
Fortunately, fortunately it is only within this circle of towns, fortunately it is in the suburbs.
Even if this happened in the center of Qiankun City, or even in a city under the full jurisdiction of the Sword Sect, it would definitely cause serious damage and injuries.
The scene was in chaos, with people crawling and rescuing. Even Liu Jian and the others who had been brainwashed from the beginning woke up in a daze. When they recalled their previous memories, their faces turned pale.
It's really terrifying. My mind has been controlled without me even realizing it. If I don't stop it, I don't know what will happen next.
All the team members present, including Zhang Heyan, had lost their lives, and the bodies of those people from Qiankun City who chose to commit suicide because they did not want to provide spiritual energy were also spit out. Master Mingguang put away the purple gold bowl, sat on the ground to preach, and golden light flickered. In the distance, a Buddhist lotus rose.
But everything is finally over.
Su Chi sheathed the Burning Moon, frowning slightly. He was still incredibly handsome in the chaotic situation - this sentence was finally not a metaphor, but a statement. However, when everyone saw his gaze sweeping over, they automatically avoided his eyes.
Ah, the sky is so clear. Ah, the water is so green. Ah, this senior brother is so handsome.
...Don't blame anyone. What Akihito shouted before leaving was so deafening that everyone with ears within a radius of ten miles could hear it. Everyone's last act of kindness was to pretend that they had just been temporarily deaf.
Jiange is in such a mess. I didn't expect Yun Xian to have such a grand wish, and I don't know how Su Chi will react.
I'm so anxious, why can't I see any expression on her face? Even a little shyness!
Mingguang had things to do, so the others had to pretend to be busy, and immediately organized themselves properly. Liu Hui had come to inspect the situation, and he directed everyone, "Send the bodies to the Grandmaster for now! Is Qiankun City nearby? Ask the people from Xinglin Pavilion to come and take them in."
Mingguang suppressed his sorrow and prayed for the people.
A golden light shone, and he stood up. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a worn sachet on the ground, and his heart ached again. Mingren seemed to have lived a hundred years, but he had only lived nineteen. The only thing he had left was this sachet. He stumbled over, bent down, and prepared to pick it up when a pale hand reached out from the other side.
Slender and fair, yet with a sense of illusion.
Mingguang raised his eyes and saw Fangfei. His pupils shrank and he said, "You..."
Mingren's obsession is over and she has completely disappeared from this world. As her spiritual phantom, Fangfei should have disappeared as well, but why is she still here?
Fangfei actually couldn't touch the sachet. She just touched it one last time with a look of affection in her eyes, then looked at Mingguang, performed a pious Buddhist ceremony for him, and finally, disappeared.
Mingguang: “…”
So that's how it is. This, too, is... obsession. Fang Fei has no cultivation, not even the ability to transform into a spirit. She can only rely on this wisp of obsession, clinging to the illusion created by Ming Ren. Crushed and condensed, he has accompanied her in this muddled state for decades, watching her transform from Ming Ren into a smiling Buddha. No amount of persuasion is effective, and he can't let go, can't let go, until now.
Fulfill your wish and go with the wind.
Mingguang bowed deeply to the disappearing phantom.
The commotion was so loud, and there were people from the Sword Sect outside restricting entry. The various distress signals sent by Yun Xian and his group earlier in a desperate attempt to seek medical treatment finally attracted someone. Tiedan came with the people from the Body Strengthening Sect in a rage, and they happened to run into Liu Hui. They stared at each other in an awkward manner.
The next place to go was Xuanbao Pavilion. Xuanbao Pavilion was located in almost every city, and Xiao Yuan had been keeping a close eye on Yun Xian. Now, rushing over, he saw no Yun Xian, but instead saw Master Mingguang's back. He frowned, "Master, this is different from what you told me."
When the mission was first issued, Mingguang told her that Yun Xian would obtain intelligence and rescue people, and he would be responsible for the rest. But now it seems that this is not the case.
Mingguang had his back to her, slightly hunched, but he quickly stood up straight. "I'm sorry, Pavilion Master."
"What do you mean by sorry?" Since Yun Xian's matter was involved, he had to ask for clarification. Xiao Yuan bluntly asked, "Master, could you please explain what happened? Where is Yun Xian now? I see his soul lamp is still on, so I know he's not in danger, but he's still hanging on, so I guess he's not in danger either. What on earth happened?"
Master Mingguang finally turned around, his eyes moist beneath his graying eyebrows, his voice trembling, "Young friend Yun is not in danger. He is refining spiritual energy down below. As for the matter of the Smiling Buddha, this is what happened..."
Xiao Yuan: “!!!”
Oh my god! Why are you crying?!
There was a whistling sound behind him. Liu Chang, who had received the Sword Sect's call for help, finally arrived. He swept his sharp eyes over the scene, raised his eyebrows, and shouted angrily, "Master Mingguang! I respect your high moral character, but that doesn't mean you can go too far and come to my Northern Territory and do whatever you want! Who the hell is this Smiling Buddha?!"
Xiao Yuan quickly moved aside, and Liu Chang landed on the ground on tiptoe. His gaze fell on Mingguang's face belatedly: "?"
Um?
Mingguang said, "Elder Liu."
"Elder Liu, you're going too far!" Xiao Yuan immediately stood up and pointed, "Can't you just talk it out nicely?! If it weren't for resolving this matter, why would Grandmaster personally travel to the Northern Territory? It would be fine if you didn't express your gratitude, but why bother with this? Look, you've even scolded Grandmaster to tears!"
The looks of everyone present at Liu Chang quickly became extremely subtle, and even the disciples of Dao Zong couldn't help but whisper to each other.
"How can this be... The master is over a hundred years old..."
"Master Mingguang has had a hard time... He's been so badly injured, and yet he's still being scolded. His kindness truly goes unrewarded..."
"Fortunately, the Dao Sect's motto is to respect the elderly and cherish the young..."
"..." Liu Chang's face went numb, and then he raised the corner of his mouth immediately, "Master Mingguang, that's not what I meant, don't get me wrong. What I meant was, if you wanted to enter the Northern Realm, why didn't you inform the Sword Sect in advance? That way, we could arrange for you to come and meet us, ha, ha ha..."
What a lousy Xuanbao Pavilion! Sooner or later, the Northern Territory will tear you all down!
Mingguang stopped, shook his head, and recounted the whole story as briefly as possible.
This was the cause planted by Buddhism back then, and it should have been Buddhism that reaped the fruits. This was what he originally thought, but he did not expect that Yun Xian would do this.
Xiao Yuanren was stunned: "You mean, Yun Xian, you convinced the Smiling Buddha?"
Master Mingguang nodded.
Xiao Yuan said, "I'd rather believe she went to challenge a fusion-stage cultivator. Master, did you see it wrong? Or did you remember it wrong? Yun Xian is the one with the red sword, the chubby face, the dirty look, and the noisy look. Not the others. She can't even recite the Three Character Classic, how can she debate?"
What a strange way of describing it, but why is it so appropriate? Liu Chang always felt that this kind of word is usually used to describe puppies.
Su Chi said, "It's her."
Mingguang could admit his mistake, but Su Chi couldn't possibly have mistaken his own junior sister. How could this happen? It was really hard to accept. Xiao Yuan was silent: "...Okay. But, eldest disciple, why are you here every time? I thought you were traveling. Where is Yun Xian now?"
Su Chi turned his head and looked back, at the center of the original battlefield.
The place was enveloped by a golden light. Xiao had originally thought it was a defensive barrier set up by Master Mingguang, but now it seemed that the golden light was emanating from within. Suddenly, his heart tightened and he rushed over: "Yun Xian!"
As soon as she approached, she was blocked by the golden light, but through the translucent barrier, she could already see the people lying in rows inside.
Although Xiao Yuan thought that there was strength in numbers when she posted the task, so she wrote everyone on the list, but she really didn't expect that Yun Xian had such good popularity that everyone came, including the witch.
However, now everyone was lying down with their eyes closed, their bodies working rapidly, refining the spiritual energy that was about to overflow from their spiritual palace. Xiao Yuan looked over and saw Yun Xian in the middle at first glance: "..."
She almost burst out laughing.
Yun Xian's body now had the golden-bronze color of the Eighteen Arhats, and his skin was shiny as if it were smeared with oil. He looked just like a little golden man in front of the mountain gate, looking quite festive, as if he could be carried away directly.
Why is it that every time he finishes a mission, he looks so ugly... either white, red, or gold? Thinking about it this way, it is quite rare for Yun Xian to be normal.
No, Su Chi was beside her, so she couldn't smile too obviously. Xiao Yuan suppressed the corners of her lips that were curling up wildly and looked at Master Mingguang: "As long as she's okay. But, will this leave any sequelae?"
"The spiritual energy left by Mingren will help stabilize the floating state within her body." Mingguang said tactfully, "However, this is Buddha's energy after all. During this period, Young Master Yun may develop a greater interest in Buddhist scriptures, which is harmless."
"What?!" Xiao Yuan had never been so panicked before: "This can't be right! The Yun family has only one son in nine generations. He can't be interested in Buddhist scriptures! Absolutely not!!"
Mingguang: “…”
What happened? What happened to Buddhism?
Buddhism has not offended any of you!
Little Golden Man Yun woke up in the carriage again.
A familiar carriage, familiar seats, the sky was dark, but the eldest brother had disappeared somewhere. Yun Xian struggled to sit up, first touching Taiping who was leaning in the corner, and said, "Taiping? Are you okay?"
"It's okay." Taiping's usually energetic voice also revealed a deep sense of fatigue, "I'm so tired."
After Yun Xian touched it, he lay down again and said, "I'm tired too."
There was no one here, and it was the first time she said she was tired.
I was tired of even talking, and the carriage suddenly became dead silent.
Yun Xian knew this was the Xuanbao Pavilion's carriage, and that Xiao Yuan had probably picked her up again and taken her back to Qiankun City. Anyway, her aunt and mother always let the vanguard go, which was a good thing; at least she always had someone to pick her up.
After reviewing what had just happened, the man and the sword each made a decision in secret.
From now on, I'd rather beat someone than try to persuade them. It's too difficult. My head is a complete mess, but I still have to struggle to dig out something useful from it, appealing to their emotions and reasoning with them. When I'm emotionally agitated, I can't even make a slip of the tongue, get angry, cry, or pause. It's truly more exhausting than being hung up and beaten ten times.
"Every profession has its specializations." Yun Xian lay there, his mind blank, and murmured, "From now on, I'll let others do this kind of thing."
Taiping said calmly, "Yes."
Yun Xian: "Taiping, you are much more cultured than I thought."
"Don't you think about it?" Taiping said, "How many years have you lived? How many years have I lived?"
The man and the sword usually spend their time together, basically calling each other crazy. It was rare for them to be so affectionate. Yun Xian couldn't help but turn over, look at it, and say affectionately, "Then tell me what the second line of the four-way war is supposed to be."
Taiping: "Are you sick?!"
No one knew where the others had gone. Yun Xian was used to waking up surrounded by several big heads. He twisted around in his seat and said, "Taiping, where are the others?"
"They haven't woken up yet." Taiping said dryly, "Everyone is in the carriage."
"No way?" Then they would have to hire a few cars. With so much money, Yun Xian widened his eyes slightly: "Has my aunt changed her personality?"
"I was hired by the Sword Sect." Taiping said, "I'm afraid people will accuse me of not respecting the elderly and loving the young. Besides, Mingguang Qi practitioners Xue Lingxiu and Ji Rongxue are here too, so I can't treat them badly on the surface."
Feeling that he was just a by-product, Yun Xian lay back down, looking at the tent roof, and said regretfully: "Alas. Senior Mingren didn't even leave his ashes. Otherwise, they could have been cleaned up and buried."
With Akihito's death, the matter seemed to be over, but her words only deepened the layers of mystery that had previously existed.
Eighty years ago, a demon named "Chiyou" secretly instigated and misled people, with a clear goal, and headed straight for the Son of Destiny from the Western Realm.
It is not difficult to imagine that he taught Mingren how to combine the magic of Buddha and demons with the punishment of heaven, and he must have taken away what he wanted from Mingren. But luck is an illusory thing. Now that decades have passed, how can he track it?
The only clue is this name, which is unclear whether it is true or false, and the notch above its right ear.
"Son of destiny..." Yun Xian muttered to himself, "Even a genius like Mingren can't match Zhong Changyao's destiny. Do you think it will appear again now, after taking a risk and swallowing up Mingren's destiny eighty years ago?"
The Northern Realm's child of destiny has yet to emerge. The younger generation is generally strong, but none of them stand out from the crowd, eclipsing the rest. The same is true for the Southern Realm. So, the only one currently active is Zhong Changyao.
Yun Xian gathered the luck of the four realms. Although he didn't know how this mysterious old devil was going to perform his plan, he knew in his heart that it was definitely not a good thing.
Tianyuan Martial Arts Competition.
A melee among the various sects.
Yun Xian's fingertips tapped the wooden board bit by bit, making a sound like hard objects hitting each other, but she was completely unaware of it. She said, "Zhong Changyao should show up during the martial arts competition."
Taiping friendly condolences: "Do you still have enough brains?"
Yun Xian answered frankly, "It's not enough. I already overspent. So I decided to get some sleep and leave the difficulties for myself tomorrow."
Taiping: “…”
But his mind wasn't so easily controlled. He tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. He rolled over and asked, "What on earth is this Big Brother? I really want to know. A demon? A devil? A spirit? If it's any of these, the Saint Lady wouldn't be able to tell! Taiping, do you have any idea?"
"I don't have a head." Taiping said, "I don't understand either. It's just that he's even more powerful without a sword than with one. And, to be honest, I can sense that if he wants to use me, I won't be able to resist."
Yun Xian: "So awesome?"
Taiping said: "Is this awesome? You want to use me, can't I resist?"
I can't think of it, I don't want to think about it anymore. But Yun Xian still cares about what Grandma Mingren said. She is confused and asks, "What did my inner demon do to my senior brother? He is gone now."
Taiping paused, his tone extremely strange: "Do you really want to know?"
Yun Xian hesitated slightly: "I don't think I'm going too far, am I?"
Half a minute later, Yun Xian, with a wooden face, almost crashed to death in the carriage: "..."
It's over.
It's really over!
The senior brother treated her as his junior sister, but she wanted to take off his clothes!
Forget it. It's normal for people to have lustful thoughts. This is just a mistake that women all over the world make.
But it’s over!! No wonder the eldest brother is always there, but now he’s gone!!
Yun Xianjin sat in the carriage with a gloomy face, thinking sadly that she must be a little pervert in the eyes of the eldest brother.
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