Chapter 343 Accident (Two in One)
Seeing the blazing figure beneath the cassock, one can only feel pity for him.
It's not that the Gulan siblings can't empathize with him.
"…Report this to Master Shikawa."
He took a deep breath to cheer himself up, but all he inhaled was the smell of burning smoke. Gulan was afraid that he would continue to waver, so he immediately used the sound transmission technique.
Thousands of miles away, Yao Yong agreed to the establishment of the technique.
"how?"
Gulan rubbed the handle of the scissors with his fingers, looked around, hesitated, and didn't know what to say. Finally, he said, "The ghost Buddha failed."
"Really?" Yao Yong's voice was a little surprised. "Is that strange cultivator seriously injured?"
"No, the strange cultivation seems to just suppress the Buddhist Dharma... The ghost Buddha is going to die."
Yao Yong was silent for a while, and during this silence, Gulan finally plucked up the courage.
"Master Fuhe, Guixiu Xuanyi wants me to bring you something about your bloodline."
There was a long silence, but this silence was completely different from the atmosphere just now. Gulan couldn't help but have beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, and his hands were clenched tightly.
Yao Yong said simply: "Speak."
"She said, she said," Even though she was inhaling smoke and dust, Gulan took a deep breath to give herself courage, "There are still many Yao family members alive in this world."
The words flowed smoothly as soon as they came out of his mouth. Gulan mechanically repeated Luo Xuanyi's words, "...In the end, she asked you, which is more important, revenge for the dead or saving the living."
Yao Yong did not answer. The distance was too far and Gulan could not judge his attitude. That was as it should be.
The entire sky was suddenly filled with blood-red ripples. In an instant, tens of millions of starlight turned blood-red and dripped down. Everyone who saw it felt their blood boiling and the pain as if it was about to burst out of their bodies!
The wrath of the god shook the Tao.
Gulan had never seen Yao Yong so angry. For a moment, she even forgot her fear and became deeply worried about his mood.
Yao Yong's emotion was only revealed for a moment, and then the celestial changes dissipated as if they had never happened. Gu Lan stammered, "Sir, the Zang Yao Sect has cooperated with us for hundreds of years. This must be a tricky cultivator deliberately trying to sow discord. Please, please don't be angry."
"No."
Yao Yong's tone remained calm, but this time, anyone could guess that something extremely dangerous was going on beneath the calm surface of the sea.
"Thank you for your hard work. Come back first, Agu, Alan."
"Yes!" Gulan subconsciously glanced at the Ghost Buddha, gritted his teeth, and finally asked tremblingly, "Sir, the Ghost Buddha is about to die. What should we do with this xiphoid bone?"
"...It's up to you, just don't give it to him."
After Yao Yong said this, he immediately cut off the sound transmission note.
"ah……"
Her legs felt weak, and her heartbeat was so rapid from fear that she almost thought she was suffocating. She had never been so afraid of Yao Yong before.
Yao Yong, like Gulan, had lost his loved ones, but he gave them a second life like a father. They respected him, feared him, and pitied him.
The souls of the dead wandering the world, unsure even if they are alone.
And there is another person here.
The Gulan siblings bowed to him with genuine affection and said in a resolute voice, "I will bury your brother's remains beneath the Bodhi tree outside the Zhongqu Mountains. You may rest assured, Wuque Buddha."
In the flames, the man seemed to chuckle.
"Thanks……"
As soon as he said this, he turned into ashes and collapsed.
Use your hand to scoop up the ashes in the air. The fine ashes, still warm, will spread out from between your fingers and when they finally fall, they will not leave any trace of the deceased in the world. When a person dies, there is nothing left.
Gulan hugged his arms, and the brother and sister hugged each other to feel each other's presence until their hearts calmed down.
"This shouldn't be considered a violation of Master Shikawa's words, right?"
"It's okay, it's just on the way back."
After taking one last look at the Ghost Buddha's ashes, Gulan slipped into the shadows and swiftly headed towards the Zhongqu Mountains. She encountered no obstacles along the way, even the most annoying Great Freedom Hall, which seemed largely deserted.
"The movement seems to be all in the western chasm. It's just as well that no one is stopping it."
"Tianqian, I'm afraid it's something related to Zang Yaozong. Remember to report it to Lord Fuhe."
Gulan silently gazed at the Buddha's light flickering in the distance. She tried to recall the Ghost Buddha's appearance when he was a perfect Buddhist disciple, but since she came to the Paper Art Sect, the Ghost Buddha had been suppressed under the formation.
After a brief pause, she made her way through the ever-present shadows to the edge of the Zhongqu Mountains. There were no temples nearby to burn incense, so normally no one would come. She ventured out to search, and sure enough, she found a Bodhi tree.
To confirm that it was this Bodhi tree, she turned around a few more times to make sure there were no other Bodhi trees.
The bodhi tree was lush and leafy, clearly very old, but unfortunately Gulan couldn't tell the age of a tree. She walked around it, only to see a patchwork of short grass and wildflowers, with almost no signs of human intervention.
However, according to the Ghost Buddha, his brother died more than three hundred years ago. Three hundred years is enough time to erase all traces of a mortal.
"This is his brother's grave. There's no tombstone or shed. If he hadn't told me, no one would have known it was a grave."
Gulan sighed, but she couldn't stay here for too long and had to return to Yao Yong as soon as possible.
"It didn't say which side to bury it on, so it should be fine, right?"
Gulan chose a piece of land with less weeds near the roots. Fearing that he would dig out Brother Guifo's corpse, he simply dug a shallow hole with his hands and carefully placed the xiphoid process bone in it.
"Sorry to bother you. This is what your brother found for you. Please rest in peace." The Gulan brother and sister prayed together, and then carefully spread the soil back.
“It’s time to go back…!”
When the two stood up and prepared to leave into the shadows, something strange happened.
The brilliant Buddha light slowly rose from under the Bodhi tree, like a sun that had been extinguished and buried there, but now someone had ignited it again.
“Ugh! Ahhh!”
The pure Buddha's light, carrying an unstoppable chant, imprinted itself directly on her heart. The solemn chanting within her, along with the Buddha's light, pierced through Gulan's internal organs. She collapsed under the Bodhi tree in agony, her hands helplessly covering her head.
“No…it hurts…”
"Feel sorry."
A familiar, compassionate voice emanated from the Bodhi tree, and the Buddha's light gathered. Amidst the pain, Gulan felt a warm hand rest on her head. All the Buddha's light and sound that had burned within her flowed toward that hand, and then a soothing stream of spiritual energy soothed her veins.
"I'm sorry, you obviously helped me. Now you don't have to be scared."
The gentle voice faded away, and Gulan opened his eyes in a trance. The first thing he saw was the Bodhi tree.
The Bodhi tree had been split open, revealing its empty heart, revealing what had once been hidden within. Gulan sat up suddenly and saw the golden figure walking away towards the west.
The sight of that figure made the word "holy" float in my heart. A brilliant golden Buddha light descended behind him like the sun, illuminating the pure white linen he wore with a golden hue. The object he held in his arms revealed both ends: a magnificent blade tip at one end, a hollowed-out handle made of white bone at the other.
As if he had seen this look before somewhere, Gulan gritted his teeth and stood up.
"...You lied to us! Master Fukawa, I'm sorry, we, we actually..."
Hearing her roar and regret, a face identical to Wuque Buddha turned around, his smile filled with compassion and the same sincerity as always, as if he would never tell a lie: "I'm sorry, but it's too late. You, including Yao Yong, can't stop me."
There is no doubt that the perfect Buddhist son, or the great free man who finally got rid of the body of reincarnation, told lies to Gulan, and the preparations had been made for a long time.
Wuque is the reincarnation forcibly created by Dazizai who transcends the cycle of reincarnation. He doesn't even have parents, so naturally he doesn't have a brother.
He traveled extensively to retrieve his remains, leaving only the last piece of xiphoid process bone. Unexpectedly, Yao Yong spotted Wuque, the Buddhist disciple, and snatched his xiphoid process bone away from him. Fortunately, Yao Yong had no idea Wuque was actually Da Zizai, and therefore had no idea that this unremarkable bone was Da Zizai's remains.
Da Zizai had been searching for an opportunity to retrieve the bone. When he sensed through the xiphoid process that Yao Yong was going to use him to kill his enemy and send Gu Lan, he immediately came up with a countermeasure.
He was obsessed with his family, and his lies came easily to him. He was free and at ease, never setting any rules for himself. Everything was at his will, so he was very calm.
He has things to do that he hasn't finished yet.
The thunder in the sky roared a few times in dissatisfaction, but Da Zizai just raised his eyebrows and watched, and the thunder never fell in the end.
"As cowardly as ever, he didn't even dare to resort to violence once he missed the most vulnerable moment."
A compassionate expression was placed on Mahabharata's face, and the clouds rolled with anger, but the thunder did indeed stop. He felt bored and turned his gaze to the blackness in the sky.
"But she seems to have discovered it."
They also performed a play together.
His steps paused slightly, but he continued to move forward, heading straight to the west, not caring about exposing his back to Gulan, and left like that.
Gulan, who had been on edge, kicked the Bodhi tree hard. The tree broke in the middle, and the upper half swept across the ground and disappeared from her sight in an instant.
A rough look at the exposed half of the tree stump revealed thousands of circles of marks.
"Damn it, damn it! Ahhh, I'm so mad!"
"Go back and report this to Master Fukawa. We were too soft-hearted and careless."
"...Isn't the adult going to be very angry?"
"It's okay, we'll both be punished together."
What kind of comfort is this? Gulan muttered as she slipped into the shadows and returned to the Yao family mansion with trepidation. However, after she finished her anxious speech, Yao Yong didn't care about it at all.
Or rather, he actually heard nothing.
He stared at the hexagrams scattered on the stone table, his eyes fixed on them, his fists clenched expressionlessly. There were a few people standing in the courtyard, but it was as silent as death.
"Zang Yaozong, unclean!"
The Taoist leader Bujing Shangren, who was far away in Zang Yao Sect, suddenly woke up from his nap, then turned over, completely unaware that his evil deeds had been betrayed.
In the fifth and sixth chapters, Wuque is very scheming and has no lack of mind, so he is Wuque (bushi
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