Chapter 172 Amitabha, I don’t care anymore

Monk Chan Yi was telling a riddle.

Chu Ning's mouth twitched, his expression became serious, and he said, "Master Chan Yi, the rice fish man appeared."

"Mini fish man?"

"Yes, these people deserve to die." Chu Ning nodded with an angry expression on his face.

"Donor Ji..."

"Master Chanyi, I'm sure you have the same idea as me."

Chu Ning looked at Monk Chan Yi, who was a little confused: "Donor Ji, I don't know who the rice fish man you are talking about is?"

"Master Chanyi doesn't know. This shouldn't be the case. Those people should be killed. This is really abominable."

As he spoke, Chu Ning was filled with murderous intent: "Master Chan Yi, will you join me in killing these people later?"

"Amitabha." Chan Yi had to interrupt Chu Ning and said seriously, "Donor Ji, I didn't feel anyone. Can you tell me in detail what a rice fish man is?"

"The Miyu people are the Miyu people."

This time it was Zen's turn to twitch his mouth, and his face looked a little anxious.

"Master Ji, what I mean is, what is the origin of this rice fish man and where is he?"

"Master Chanyi doesn't know?"

"Donor Ji didn't tell me, how would I know?"

There was a hint of anger in these words.

Monk Chanyi looked helpless. Donor Ji was only halfway through his words and he had no idea what was going on.

"It turns out that Master Chanyi didn't know. I thought Master Chanyi knew. Master Chanyi likes to speak half of his words, just like asking riddles, thinking that others can understand him. Master Chanyi himself must have this ability."

Chu Ning suddenly realized, then shook his head and said, "It seems that I was wrong."

Zen Yi: “…”

He understood.

Donor Ji is using this excuse to stop talking halfway through his speech. The so-called rice fish man is the riddle man.

Riddler be damned.

Donor Ji walked around in a circle and cursed himself.

"It was me who lost my composure."

Monk Chanyi smiled bitterly. He had just broken his precepts out of anger.

It seems that the Riddler really deserves to die.

"Master Ji, I won't say too much because there are some things I can't tell you yet. I think you should have been reminded not to reveal your identity as a Shanzong disciple easily. If I tell you more now, it will only bring you trouble."

Monk Chan Yi explained earnestly: "Some things are fine if you don't know them, but if you know them, it will be different."

"If you believe it, it exists; if you don't believe it, it doesn't exist?"

Chu Ning suddenly thought of this sentence. What the little monk said seemed to have a similar meaning to this sentence.

"Uh... Master Ji Shi, you can understand it this way."

"Since Master Chanyi has said so, I will not ask any more questions. However, Master Chanyi should at least tell me why I should follow him in. If Master Chanyi doesn't even tell me this, then I can only refuse."

Monk Chanyi nodded and said, "If Master Ji asks, then I will not hide it. The relationship between Soul Cultivators and Mountain Sect is very special. Soul Cultivators all over the world consider themselves as subordinates of Mountain Sect."

Listening to Monk Chan Yi's words, Chu Ning's eyes were filled with surprise. Soul Cultivators and Mountain Sects have such a relationship? Doesn't it mean that Soul Cultivators are equivalent to the Plant Clan like Senior Tree Demon?

"Master Chanyi, you said before that soul pills are only effective for soul cultivators."

Chu Ning frowned and asked. Based on his understanding of Shan Sect, it was impossible for Shan Sect to be involved with evil forces because it was inconsistent with the purpose of Shan Sect.

"Amitabha, I didn't explain it clearly. Although Soul Pills are effective for Soul Cultivators, Soul Cultivators don't know how to refine Soul Pills."

Monk Chan Yi knew that Chu Ning had misunderstood and quickly explained.

"The reason why the person behind this is refining soul pills here is because there are corpses of soul cultivators underneath. After a soul cultivator dies, there will be soul energy on the corpse. Without soul energy, it is impossible to refine soul pills."

"Donor Ji is a disciple of Shanzong. Although this soul energy has no owner, it will not harm Donor Ji. If you want to prevent the person behind this from refining soul pills in the future, the best way is to let this soul energy flow away and dissipate. I need Donor Ji's help."

"Besides this, there is another reason. Because of the special nature of soul cultivators, in order to prevent the soul energy transformed from their bodies from spreading out after death, many soul cultivators' bodies are buried by disciples of the Mountain Sect."

Chu Ning stared at Chan for a long time, making sure that the little monk was not lying.

In other words, soul cultivators are mainly from the mountain sect, and the mountain sect plays the role of funeral sermons for soul cultivators.

He understood what the young monk meant. As a disciple of the Shan Sect, he had the responsibility to deal with the matter now that the soul energy of the soul cultivator's corpse had leaked.

"Okay, I will accompany Master Chanyi inside."

After getting Chu Ning's agreement, Chan Yi smiled and said, "Good, good."

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Ji. I will pray for the souls of these poor dead."

Monk Chan Yi looked back at the furnace with an expression of pity on his face. Chu Ning nodded silently. He could feel the corpses of dozens of children in the furnace.

"All living things suffer, and they shall be reborn in bliss."

Chu Ning watched as Monk Chan Yi raised his right hand, and the bowl floated above the furnace which was dozens of feet large. Golden light shot out from the bowl, covering the entire furnace.

Monk Chan Yi sat cross-legged on the ground, murmured the Buddha's name in a low voice, and the sound of scriptures came out of his mouth.

The sound of Sanskrit lingered in the air, and the sound of scriptures could be heard in the golden light of the bowl. The originally boiling furnace began to slowly become stable as the sound of scriptures was added.

Listening to the sound of the scriptures, Chu Ning's expression became much more peaceful.

This scripture is not ordinary.

Chu Ning looked at Monk Chan Yi. This man was only in the late stage of Qi Condensation, but the scriptures he recited could affect his state of mind, which showed that these scriptures were by no means simple scriptures for salvation.

Salvation cannot be accomplished in a short period of time.

"Master Chanyi, I will also complete the unfinished business."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Ning disappeared from the spot.

Monk Chan Yi was stunned and opened his mouth slightly as if he wanted to say something, but Chu Ning was gone. In the end, he could only sigh deeply.

"Karma, karma, the law of nature, Amitabha!"

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The royal residence.

"Elder, this time Lianfeng City only handed over four human pills. I followed your instructions and massacred all the cities that failed to meet the required amount."

Ren Dan is the name given by the Wang family to those children who meet the requirements.

"Um."

Inside the mansion, an old man in the late Qi Condensation stage nodded nonchalantly. Behind him, two women listened to the words of the middle-aged man in front of them. Their pretty faces turned pale and there was fear in their beautiful eyes, but they did not dare to stop their hands and continued waving their feather fans.

"The pills from other cities have all been handed in and sent to the pill cellar."

"Well, in Lianfeng City, draw another 100,000 people from nearby cities and tell the new city lord that if the quota cannot be gathered in ten years, the entire city will be massacred again."

Destroy the entire city.

The old man spoke lightly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

The middle-aged man in front of him didn't show much expression change, because this was indeed a trivial matter for the Wang family.

Outsiders only know that the Wang family is hiding at the foot of Wanxiang Mountain, but the thirty cities around Wanxiang Mountain are all controlled by their Wang family.

Those city lords were either members of the Wang family who changed their surnames to take over, or they were subordinates of the Wang family.

"yes."

The middle-aged man responded immediately. The old man looked at the man who had not yet left and asked, "What else?"

"Elder, this time I brought back not only the human pill, but also a few beauties. I am going to present them to you as a gift."

There was a hint of interest on the old man's nonchalant face, but the two women behind him had sad looks on their faces.

"Send it to my yard."

The middle-aged man quickly agreed, then turned around and left, but when he reached the door, he stopped again.

"What's going on?"

The old man frowned, and the next moment his eyes narrowed rapidly. The middle-aged man at the door fell down with his head.

"who……"

The old man shouted angrily, but before he could finish his words, his head fell down like that of the middle-aged man.

When the two women behind him saw this scene, there was no panic or fear on their faces. Instead, they showed a look of satisfaction.

A few breaths later, screams could be heard one after another throughout the Wang family mansion. These screams came from the women who were captured by the Wang family.

Dan cellar.

The ten Wang family disciples who were in charge of guarding the alchemy cellar all died mysteriously.

Chu Ning's gaze fell on the children in the yard. These children had dazed expressions and did not react at all despite the screams outside.

Looking at these children, Chu Ning sighed in his heart, but then when he saw the women entering the yard, a smile appeared on Chu Ning's face.

Most of these women are ordinary people, but a few of them are cultivators in the early stage of Qi Condensation.

Chu Ning did not show up. He raised his right hand and a few rays of light flew out of the storage bag and landed beside these female cultivators.

"Take the children away. This thing will keep you safe."

Three flying swords and several bottles of elixirs.

These pills can restore the child's consciousness. As for the three flying swords, they are all top-grade magical weapons and can be used by cultivators in the early stage of Qi Condensation. However, they cannot exert their full power.

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The three female practitioners were stunned at first when they heard the voice, then they looked at each other and knelt down on the ground.

"Thank you for saving my life, senior."

"Don't worry, senior. We will definitely take good care of these children."

Chu Ning's spiritual sense swept across the three female cultivators clearly, and the ambition in the eyes of one of the female cultivators did not escape his spiritual sense.

Being ambitious is not a bad thing.

Chu Ning could also guess what this girl was thinking. She wanted to use these children to establish a relationship with this mysterious and powerful man.

Since he was able to destroy the Wang family, he was at least a foundation-building cultivator. For the three women who were in the early stage of Qi Condensation, he was an unattainable figure.

To survive with these children, you need someone with ambition.

"Go ahead. I will come to see you later."

Chu Ning's words were meant to give this ambitious female cultivator some motivation, and as Chu Ning expected, after he said this, a look of joy flashed in the female cultivator's eyes.

Watching these female cultivators leaving with their women and children, Chu Ning clasped his hands together, and huge rocks rolled down from Wanxiang Mountain. In an instant, the huge Wang family was buried by the rocks and turned into ruins.

Whoosh! Chu Ning broke through the boulders and returned to the basement.

The basement was guarded by a formation, so even though the Wang family was destroyed, the basement was not damaged at all.

Monk Chan Yi was still chanting scriptures, and Chu Ning's eyes fell on the teleportation array again.

This teleportation array is used by the Wang family to teleport soul pills. Based on his current attainments in array formations, he can tell that this is a one-way teleportation array.

A one-way teleportation array only allows one party to teleport toward the other party, and the other side of the teleportation array cannot teleport back in the opposite direction.

Chu Ning also had some guesses about the destination of the teleportation array. It was most likely the Xuantian Sect. The Zheng family set up such a teleportation array just to prevent the Xuantian Sect from finding this place.

Chu Ning's eyes flickered, and he was thinking about whether to prepare a big gift for Xuantian Sect, but the monk Chan Yi over there spoke.

"The souls of these children have been refined, and the resentment left behind is too strong. I cannot save them. I can only go to the place where the soul cultivators are buried to see if there is a solution."

Monk Chan Yi gave Chu Ning a bitter smile. Chu Ning swept his spiritual sense towards the furnace. He could not sense this soulless resentment, but he could feel an uncomfortable energy in the furnace.

"Master Chan Yi means that you and I should go to Wanxiang Mountain now?"

"There is no need to go to Wanxiang Mountain. The entrance to the Soul Cultivator's burial ground is right below this furnace. Otherwise, the person behind the scenes would not have built the furnace here."

Monk Chanyi stood up, put away his bowl, made a Buddhist seal with his hands, and shouted, "Open!"

With this sound, a golden light tore a hole in the ground below the furnace, but the strange thing was that the furnace was intact and not damaged at all.

This scene was as if another overlapping space was being torn apart.

Chu Ning looked at Chan Yi deeply without saying anything. He waited for a few breaths after Chan Yi entered the opening before stepping in.

"This...is not an ordinary soul cultivator."

After stepping into the entrance, Chu Ning felt a dead silence. Looking around, he saw circular halos of different colors floating in the air, like large butterflies dancing.

Darkness and light circles make up the entire space.

In front, above the head of Monk Chan Yi, the bowl was hanging high above his head, and a golden shield fell down to protect it, preventing the light circles from approaching and hitting him.

Chu Ning also activated the spiritual armor on his body as soon as possible, and a spiritual shield appeared around him, but what relieved him was that these flying light circles did not get close to his body.

The little monk said that as a disciple of the Mountain Sect, the burial place of the soul cultivator would not cause any harm to him. He should be referring to this colorful halo.

"Donor Ji, each light circle here represents a soul. The cultivation method of soul cultivators is unique. They collect the obsessions of those dead souls, fulfill their obsessions, and then absorb the power of the souls. After the soul cultivator dies, these souls originally absorbed by the soul cultivator will turn into soul circles to protect the soul cultivator's body."

Chan Yi explained the current situation to Chu Ning. Chu Ning's eyes sank. If the soul cultivators took this path of cultivation, then they would really be similar to the Shan Sect.

Shan Zong transformed his body into a mountain, giving shelter to all the poor people in the world and making them happy.

Soul cultivators fulfill the obsessions of these souls, and after death these souls guard the bodies of soul cultivators. Isn't this a different kind of group warmth? The souls of the dead are losers in a sense. Those who can have obsessions must not have died a normal death, so soul cultivators fulfill their obsessions, which is to seek justice for these people.

Chu Ning understood what the little monk meant by the relationship between the Mountain Sect and the Soul Cultivators. The concepts of the two are actually similar. They both stand on the side of the weak, so it is no wonder that they can come together.

The two continued to move forward, and in a quarter of an hour they passed through the circle of light, and there were changes in the surroundings.

It was no longer pitch black, and a small mountain village appeared before the two people.

The small mountain village is built on the mountain and surrounded by green water. Before entering the village, the two heard the sound of reading aloud.

Chu Ning and Monk Chan Yi looked at each other. A middle-aged man in a blue shirt holding a book stood at the entrance of the village and looked at them with a smile.

"Ziliang greets you two."

The scholar called himself Ziliang, and his eyes were more focused on Chu Ning.

"Amitabha, are you teaching people to read and write in the mountain village?" Monk Chanyi's eyes seemed to be looking through the scholar into the village.

"Ziliang has no special talents in his life, and can only make a living by teaching. If he can help children to gain wisdom and understanding, that would be even better."

The scholar was very honest. Chan Yi and Chu Ning looked at each other, bowed to the scholar, and continued forward.

Soon, he met a butcher on the road.

The butcher had a long knife stuck in his chest. He seemed not to notice the two people. He just walked along the mountain road, muttering to himself: "Today I earned fifty coins and three taels of meat. The fifty coins can be used to buy cloth for my wife and children to make new clothes, and the meat can also let the children taste meat. I have to move quickly. I heard that there are many bandits recently. If I don't take the mountain road, the meat will go bad when I take it home. What a damn world."

Walking further, we saw a headless monk sitting cross-legged in the middle of the road.

"I will not be a human being if I don't avenge the man who killed my entire family."

Monk Chan Yi sighed, "These are all the soul obsessions absorbed by this soul cultivator. Now these obsessions are here to protect that soul cultivator. If I didn't have this bowl, and if Donor Ji wasn't a disciple of Shanzong, I'm afraid there would be a fierce battle."

Chu Ning remained silent and just walked forward.

There was a beggar who stole two steamed buns from a rich family. His legs were broken and he was thrown on the street and froze to death in the snow.

There was a traveling doctor who took pity on the poor people and went into the countryside to treat the poor. He caught a cold, but the surrounding pharmacies just stood by and watched, refusing to sell any herbal medicine for the cold.

There are prostitutes, peddlers and hawkers...

"Amitabha!"

"Amitabha."

Chan Yi kept chanting the Buddha's name along the way: "This senior is a very compassionate person, and all the people he has taken in are poor and miserable."

Soul cultivators use the power of the souls of the dead to improve themselves. The stronger the dead, the more energy they provide.

But all along the way were poor people, and the only cultivator was in the middle stage of Qi Condensation.

The soul power of one hundred ordinary people is not as strong as that of one cultivator.

Finish this trail.

The two of them returned to the small mountain village. The scholar Ziliang was still standing at the entrance of the village, looking at them with a smile.

"Amitabha, I don't care about this matter anymore."

Chan Yi seemed to have been thinking for a long time, and after saying this, his expression became extremely relaxed.

Chu Ning looked towards the village with a scholar's gaze.

In the private school in the village, many children were writing at their desks.

On the papers were written blood-red characters: "Blood debt must be paid with blood."

These children are the obsessions of those innocent children who were taken to make elixirs.

This is also the reason why Chan Yi is unable to liberate the resentment in the furnace.

The first thing Chu Ning and Chan Yi saw when they arrived here was the words written on the child's paper.

As Monk Chan Yi finished his words, Chu Ning smiled at the scholar. The scene in front of him disappeared, and the surroundings returned to darkness again. A pair of huge red lanterns appeared in front of the two of them.

(End of this chapter)