The monk remained calm, his eyes fixed on Ye Wan.
Ye Wan didn't know why the monk was staring at her, so she could only stare back at him silently.
After a while, the monk sighed softly:
"Never mind, it's just returning it to its rightful owner."
Chu Yiming: "?"
Ye Wan: "?"
Everyone: ?
As expected of an eighth-level high monk, his words were indeed profound, and no one could understand them.
But even if they couldn't understand, no one dared to ask him to explain.
With a slight twitch of his fingers, the binding ropes on the young men came loose.
After being tied up for several hours, my arms were so numb I could barely feel them anymore.
Ye Wan stretched her arms and said happily, "Thank you, Master!"
"..."
The monk paused slightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, before moving on to his next target.
Zheng Nansheng picked up He Yuwei, intending to stop her bleeding and set her bones, but was stopped by the monk.
"She has mastered evil magic to a high level. What you are doing will only hurt her more."
Zheng Nansheng knelt properly and kowtowed to the monk, saying, "Please, Master, save my mother."
The monk probed He Yuwei's body with his finger while softly chanting a spell.
The blood flowing from the seven orifices dried and dissipated, and a crackling sound came from the body—this was the process of setting bones.
Zheng Nansheng found the monk's incantation somewhat familiar.
It is a section of the fourth level of the Great Golden Light Mantra.
Although he had only reached the second level, he had already memorized all twelve stages of the incantation.
Each stage has twenty-four scrolls, each scroll being seven meters long.
When Zheng Nansheng first opened the scroll, he recognized every character, but he couldn't understand any of the sentences.
It took him seven whole days to memorize all the scrolls completely.
It took me three days to comprehend the first volume.
Even so, it almost exhausted all of his mental energy.
This demonstrates just how difficult it is.
Listening to this passage now is completely different from the feeling I had when I tried to understand it myself.
The incantations on the scroll were obscure and cold, but the monk recited them with great momentum and all-encompassing power, capable of purifying people's hearts and dispelling evil.
Even just listening from the sidelines, you can feel a ray of warm sunshine shining into the darkest part of your heart.
He Yuwei's injuries were basically healed, and the monk stopped.
"Good comprehension, but unfortunately too many distractions."
Once a cultivator reaches the eighth level, they can see through the fog.
Buddhist practitioners cultivate their minds, achieving a transcendent state of mind that surpasses that of other practitioners.
The thoughts of low-level cultivators can be easily seen through in their presence.
The monk once again approached the culprit, Chu Qian.
He summoned the Demon-Subduing Ring and placed it around Chu Qian's neck.
The once arrogant Chu Qian's eyes were now filled with terror: "You, how are you still alive? Why are you still alive? Ah—"
The Demon-Subduing Circle flashed with golden light and quickly swallowed Chu Qian whole. The once invincible seventh-order ghost cultivator was left with only a puddle of pus on the ground.
No matter how powerful a cultivator is, they are nothing more than an ant in front of someone even more powerful.
Is it only by reaching the very top that one can stand proudly between heaven and earth and no longer fear anyone?
What exactly is the pinnacle of a cultivator's cultivation?
Or perhaps, this "top-tier" doesn't even exist.
Everyone held their breath, afraid that they would be next.
Although this monk had been doing good deeds ever since he entered the cave, it is true that he almost killed three elders of the Immortal Venerable's Mansion.
The monk put away the demon-subduing circle and slowly began to walk away.
Niu Mang, being outspoken, couldn't help but ask, "Huh? You're leaving already?"
"Um?"
The monk's soft syllable sent everyone's hearts racing once more.
I hate those blunt people who have no sense of boundaries!
If he wants to leave, just let him go. Why bother saying anything more?
Do you have to call him back and beat you up before things will stop?
The monk turned around and stood still, looking puzzled: "Is there anything else?"
Since they asked, I can't just not answer.
Niu Mang said somewhat embarrassedly, "Ah, no. That bald master, you almost got beaten to death by the three of us! You have to tell us why!"
The monk furrowed his delicate eyebrows, his expression quite puzzled, but after thinking for a long time, he regained his composure:
"I forgot."
Huh?
Not only was Niu Mang stunned, but everyone else present also had disbelief written all over their faces.
The monk's expression showed no sign of lying, mainly because he had no reason to lie.
Ye Lanqiao said, "Strong people all have some quirks; forgetfulness is nothing unusual."
That makes sense, but isn't this just being too forgetful?
The monk paused for a while, and seeing that no one raised any further objections, he turned and left.
As he reached the door, he suddenly turned back and said, "Please tell the master of Moonfall Crow Valley that I'm back."
Ye Wan waved to his retreating figure: "Oh, I know! Bye-bye Master, I'll definitely tell you~"
"..."
Watching Ye Wan wave and hop around at the monk's retreating figure with a grin, everyone felt a mix of emotions, a kaleidoscope of feelings, and utter admiration.
Sometimes I really envy a little fool.
I am not afraid, I am not worried.
Being carefree means you can always be happy.
The monk disappeared into the night.
Leaving everyone stunned by that single sentence. (Except for Ye Wan)
Ye Lanqiao asked in a trembling voice, "Could this monk be the one who fought against Valley Master Su?"
No one responded to her.
None of those present had personally experienced that battle, so how could they possibly know what the situation was like back then?
According to rumors, Su Hanjiang did indeed fight an eighth-level black monk and successfully killed him.
Could it be that only the fight was real, and the black monk wasn't actually killed?
Or perhaps the monk faked his death and fooled Su Hanjiang?
If it was a fake death, then there's only one possibility: the monk wasn't confident he could defeat Su Hanjiang.
That's why they faked their death to escape, but this situation is quite absurd.
An eighth-level Buddhist cultivator chose to feign death in order to escape from a sixth-level demonic cultivator. This idea is incredibly radical no matter the circumstances.
If it weren't for the monk's last words, no one would dare to have such a thought.
After escaping the extreme tension, everyone was exhausted and had no time to think about anything else.
No one noticed that Uncle Cai was gradually approaching Luo Lianjiang, who was the least prepared.
By the time Li Song realized it, Uncle Cai's dagger was already pressed against Luo Lianjiang's neck.
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