Chapter 230 Fear and Panic
"Yes, Master." Based on just a few words, Duobao had already guessed the truth pretty accurately. It was just that his second master had taken in a second disciple outside and then forgotten about him. Now, this poor second disciple could only slink back to the mountain to acknowledge his master.
Duobao felt a bit more sympathy for this junior brother from the lineage of his second senior brother. "Junior Brother Huanglong, please come with me."
"Yes, thank you, Senior Brother." This was an unexpected joy for Huang Long. He was filled with anticipation, knowing that with his senior brother guiding him, he would soon be able to integrate into the group of fellow disciples.
Watching Duobao and Huanglong's departing figures, Tongtian stroked his chin, glanced at the three children on the stone table, and after thinking for a moment, simply rolled them up in his sleeve. "Come on, your teacher will take you to find some friends to play with."
The eldest brother put the second brother in semi-solitary confinement, but he didn't say he would put him in jail. If his three little apprentices could help him recruit a few little golden crow apprentices, that would be even better.
...Lingshan...
Jieyin and Zhunti have stood here for a very long time. The solemnity and grandeur of Mount Ling have been reduced to ashes. Several of their disciples, whom they had painstakingly taught, have died, including Randeng, whom they had always highly regarded and who was about to become a Quasi-Saint. He was currently the only senior Grand Luo Golden Immortal that the West could boast about...
The losses were devastating!
Only after the excruciating pain subsided did the two begin to recount the cause and effect.
This trip to Zixiao Palace has made them fully understand the consequences of acting impulsively. After the divination was completed, the excruciating pain that had subsided was even greater than before.
"This is outrageous!!!" Zhunti's face turned ashen, and his three corpse gods were so angry that they jumped up and down. Although they were unaware that they possessed a treasure mountain, that was no reason for that brat Lu Ya to run to the West and take away the treasure mountain.
"Junior brother, calm down." Jieyin restrained Zhunti's outburst with trembling hands. "A clear and tranquil mind is free from dust. Junior brother, you are attached to appearances."
Zhunti was so angry with Jieyin that he said, "At a time like this, what are you still talking about Buddhism for?"
Jieyin suddenly laughed.
"You can still laugh?" Zhunti glared angrily, unable to remain calm at all.
“Even we two, who have been here day and night, did not know that there was a treasure here. How did Fellow Daoist Lu Ya find out?” Jieyin calmly stared at the furious Zhunti.
"It must be Master..." Zhunti abruptly stopped himself from saying what he was about to say. Even though he had become a saint, he still couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart when facing his unfathomable master.
“That’s right,” Jieyin smiled with relief. “The two of us almost caused a catastrophe and made a deep enmity with Nuwa and Lu Ya. This is the cause, and losing the treasure mountain is the effect. How can you say that we are being too unreasonable?”
"But those belong to the West. Are we just going to let Lu Ya get away with this so easily?" Zhunti was not as open-minded as Jieyin. If he were, he wouldn't be trying to poach people from other countries.
“Those were never from the West, Junior Brother, your mind is in turmoil.” Jieyin knew perfectly well that if Lu Ya hadn’t come looking for them, they would never have discovered that Mount Ling actually had treasures. Since that was the case, it was better not to have lost anything since they hadn’t obtained it.
"So annoying." Zhunti didn't want to listen.
Helpless, Jieyin had no choice but to shield himself from the Heavenly Dao and tell Zhunti his discovery in detail: "Think about Nuwa. When she occasionally looked at Master in Zixiao Palace, she was full of fear and lingering apprehension. She hated us so much that she gritted her teeth, but she didn't dare to say a word. Do you want to become like her?"
"Senior brother?" Zhunti looked at Jieyin in surprise.
Jieyin nodded. "During this great calamity of the Lich King, my master strictly ordered us not to interfere and could only watch from the sidelines. But if we didn't use other methods, Nuwa, who has close ties with the demon race, wouldn't have stayed quietly until the very end to offer her assistance." As a result, they were caught off guard by their calculated moves.
"What a sage can fear is nothing more than the destruction of his body and the loss of his position." Jieyin shuddered at the thought of his discovery. Lu Ya's outburst was good; it meant that the two of them were safe.
If you hold back your intentions, you'll find yourself tossing and turning, constantly on edge.
Zhunti's face turned ashen, and his lips trembled as he asked incredulously, "Senior brother, are you saying that even saints can perish? They're not immortal?"
Jieyin nodded heavily, "That's true, junior brother. Be careful with your words and actions, lest you follow in Nuwa's footsteps."
After being repeatedly threatened by Jieyin, Zhunti's resentment had long since dissipated. "I'm going into seclusion; an unstable mind is a major taboo."
Jieyin was overjoyed, "Junior brother, rest assured, when you emerge from seclusion, you will surely see a completely transformed Mount Ling..."
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The group of veteran quasi-saints who survived the Demon Court and were taken to Mount Ling waited anxiously for the thunderous wrath of the two Western saints, but instead the two saints swallowed their anger and dealt with Mount Ling with their tails between their legs, without even a sign of going to the Heavenly Court to demand an explanation.
Everyone fell silent. Fei Lian and Jimeng, who had once been loyal to Di Jun, were naturally gratified. Di Jun had a good son, and the demon race had not fallen to the bottom. They would surely rise again one day.
Those who had been wavering between two sides have completely settled down, especially Kunpeng, who has completely abandoned his ulterior motives and can only cling to His Majesty's coattails from now on, going down a dark path.
Even if His Majesty banishes them, they won't leave; they'd rather die in Heaven...
Just kidding. If they stayed in Heaven, they would still enjoy boundless glory, not much different from the treatment they received when Emperor Jun was alive.
If you leave Heaven, believe it or not, the two sages, who have nowhere to vent their anger, will catch you and take you back to the West, cut off your three flowers on your head, break your arms and legs, and drag you out to be chopped into a hundred or eighty pieces...
"Your Majesty, your presence is an honor to the Heavenly Court. Please wait a moment while I send someone to inform His Majesty..." Kunpeng greeted Nuwa with smooth words, showing no trace of his former cynicism.
“No need, we’re all on the same side, why bother reporting? I’ll go see him myself,” Nuwa knew that Chang Hao would never stay in Di Jun’s former palace, so she went to Taiwei Yuqing Palace with familiarity and said with emotion, “It’s been a long time, Kunpeng, you’ve changed quite a bit.”
It's a pity. Nuwa really misses the Kunpeng who used to have a full expression on his face. Now, the Kunpeng has a blank face, and you can't see anything.
Kunpeng thought to himself, "What's so surprising? Life has just worn down my edges. But you're still the same as before, showing up without even a word..."
Kunpeng secretly sent a message to someone to quickly report to Chang Hao.
His Majesty has a rather wicked sense of humor. He likes to shrink himself down to a tiny size, sit on a huge throne, and smile as if he has no temper at all. He never utters a harsh word, but all he does is send people to their deaths.
He addressed this minister and that minister so affectionately, and on the surface, their proposals were all passed through friendly negotiation. In reality, they were not ministers at all, but his puppets and laborers. The so-called negotiation was nothing more than a one-man show.
Oh, Your Majesty, of course, needless to say. Their newly appointed Queen Mother, the head of the female immortals, is this person's lackey. There's no need for Your Majesty to speak; she handles everything perfectly without even asking.
Anyone who dares to object will have a sword to their throat in the middle of the night...
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