Aren't you going down?
"Please, fellow Daoist."
"Please go ahead!"
"Fellow Daoist, please!"
"you--"
"Fellow Daoist—"
The monk fell from the clouds, the wind carrying his unfinished words. Yang Wennan innocently spread his hands, facing down, and said sadly, "Buddha saves those with affinity, but Buddha doesn't save fools. Amitabha! Well said, well said."
Lu Wei felt ashamed upon hearing this.
Wen Jingge was speechless. Is this the world of the strong?
"Master..." Realizing he was being watched by his two masters, Yang Wennan snapped out of his composure. "Disciple, have I done something wrong?"
Wen Jingge shook her head, feeling a little scared, because Yang Wennan's eyes were truly compassionate, and his hands were clasped together in a gesture of respect. She didn't want to be sent away like this.
“That’s right, that’s right, you did a great job.” Lu Wei picked at his ear. “Buddhist temples value tranquility, how come such a noisy person was born here?”
"Yes, they even like watching live sex shows."
Lu Wei glanced at her, as if she hadn't seen anything.
No, that's not right. Why is he the only one not wearing sunglasses?
He suspected that Wen Jingge did it on purpose.
The monk's appearance below naturally startled everyone. Wen Jingge and the others had already changed locations and affixed invisibility talismans, making it difficult to trace their movements.
Children can be angels, or they can be devils.
Because good and evil are not distinguished, personal character is not established, and right and wrong are unclear.
These children, who had experienced the destruction of their families and witnessed their relatives being killed one after another, were even more desperate. They only wanted to survive, and the way they did so was cruel.
Even when the monk was surrounded, he was still smiling. He was kind-hearted and plump, and although his chubby face was full of smiles, it was also easy to detect a trace of sadness.
However, this smile was quite jarring to the children, and before the monk could say anything, he was tackled to the ground by a swarm of children.
"The Buddha of Compassion and Joy." Wen Jingge suddenly had an impression of this person in her mind.
There is a ranking list on the Xuanmen Continent. The title of the number one swordsman in the world is not well-deserved. It is actually her. The number two swordsman has always wanted to compete with her. It is Shan Hongxing. The former number two swordsman was Ai Fengling.
As for the list of Buddhist practitioners, ever since she suffered a setback in the Illusionary Realm, she has been studying Buddhism diligently, all so that she wouldn't be talked about next time. The two who are tied for first place are the Buddha of Compassion and Joy and the Buddha of Good and Evil.
The Buddha of Sorrow and Joy was a fat man with a kind and benevolent face, while the Buddha of Good and Evil was a thin man with a cold and resolute demeanor. This fat man was the only Buddhist practitioner that Wen Jingge could associate with him.
Lu Wei clicked his tongue impatiently, realizing once again the importance of studying.
“Master, the Buddha of Compassion and Joy is a member of the Esoteric Buddhism sect. The Esoteric Buddhism sect is located in the far north to deter the demon race. It is likely that they tracked down the demons after discovering that some of them had escaped.”
Lu Wei rubbed his face, wanting to say something, but ultimately said nothing.
"Amitabha, well done, well done." The monk did not resist being hit by the children. He remained seated on the ground, cross-legged, as if he were reciting the righteous words in his heart.
"Fellow Daoist, aren't you coming down?" The monk's eyes lit up as he looked up at the sky.
The scarred butler drew his knife and killed the woman beneath him. As he picked up his trousers, he shuffled over in his shoes. The children obediently stepped back when they saw him approaching, leaving the butler alone.
"Oh, so he's a bald monk!"
The monk remained silent, gazing at the sky. He sighed deeply, but upon closer inspection, a smile still lingered on his lips. "I would rather you die than see me die, fellow Daoist? What have I done wrong, Immortal Master Wen?"
Wen Jingge looked in the direction he was pointing and saw the three of them appear in the sky, while the three of them on the ground were slowly enjoying the view.
"Go up!" The butler's expression changed, and he whistled.
Crows swarmed and gathered, their cries echoing across the sky, with a few feathers drifting down from time to time. The three people in the air remained motionless.
Even if it were an illusion, it should have dissipated long ago. It can only be said that the person's skill was truly profound, which is why they were able to create such a solid illusion.
"Who are those three people?" The steward punched the monk, intending to teach him a lesson, but he found that his hand hurt first, while the monk's expression remained unchanged, still smiling, "How many people in this world are worthy of being called Master Wen?"
The butler was stunned for a moment, then let out a sharp screech, grew a bird-like face, and his huge wings flapped as he took off into the air.
The monk was not frightened and continued to observe coldly.
He was oblivious to everything around him, doing nothing but observing the unfolding events as if he were merely a bystander who had stumbled upon them.
"Master Wen!" He raised his hand to his forehead, shielding his eyes from the sun, and looked at the three figures floating in the sky like kites. He smiled bitterly, "Even if you don't like me, you don't have to treat this humble monk like this! You really haven't changed at all!"
Wen Jingge, standing some distance away, frowned. She had heard the old monk's words, but her mind was elsewhere.
They came looking for the Holy Son, but apart from the children and the large raven searching for something, the three of them found nothing in the camp.
"Master, did you know that monk before?" Yang Wennan looked at his hand. He had pushed him too hastily. If he really was an acquaintance, how should they get along in the future?
“You met the Buddha of Sorrow and Joy, not the Buddha of Good and Evil, it’s alright,” Wen Jingge comforted her.
Lu Wei slowly distanced herself from them, not because she didn't want to listen, but because she couldn't understand and asking would be embarrassing.
He didn't know the difference between the Buddha of Compassion and Joy and the Buddha of Good and Evil, or what they looked like. Well, he knew one.
"That's right. He knows his master, but his master doesn't know him. It's his own fault," Yang Wennan comforted himself.
Wen Jingge couldn't help but glance at him again. It seemed that having Yang Wennan study Buddhism and preach fallacies really had an effect. If she were a Buddhist of compassion and joy, she would probably have been driven to death before she even started discussing Buddhism.
What is it looking for?
At first, Lu Wei thought the crow was looking for him and his group, but soon he discovered that the crow was going to places where children gathered.
"Child..." he muttered to himself, "What child is so important?"
"Qiao Yu..."
Looking at his body, Wen Jingge suddenly remembered what Bei Moling had said in the illusion: Qiao Yu's body was prepared for the Demon Lord's clone.
That demon lord is cunning and unpredictable; is there really only one body in the world suitable for him to inhabit?
If that were true, how could it be extinguished yet not completely eradicated, like a wildfire that cannot be extinguished?
Yang Wennan was stumped: "How are we going to find so many children?"
But then he heard his master glare hatefully at the three shadows in the sky, "You old bald monk, you knew you'd get the short end of the stick when dealing with monks. So you were waiting for me here! Go back!"
"Does he really know?" Lu Wei was very worried.
Wen Jingge was manipulated and driven by this scheme; could there be another trap waiting for her?
"If he didn't know, I would have killed him. Anyway, this is the territory of the Demon Clan's Holy Son. Who would know that I killed him? Even if he did know, it suits my purposes perfectly."
"You're not worried at all!" he sighed.
If it were ten thousand years ago, Wen Jingge would definitely have been his confidant; they were equally fearless.
However, "being too sharp is not a good thing; one should tone it down a bit!"
“This is my fate, you wouldn’t understand.” Wen Jingge shook her head. “If I could do it all over again, I wouldn’t even want to be in this world, even though I didn’t blink when I killed someone for the first time in this world.”
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
