Huikong felt Ye Chen's murderous intent and knew that Ye Chen would really kill him.
"Ye Chen, you...you can't kill me! I...I am a disciple of the Zen Ling Buddhist Sect!"
"My master is the Wuzheng First Seat! If you...if you kill me, my master will not let you go!"
Huikong begged for mercy and threatened Ye Chen by bringing up his master.
His two junior fellow apprentices also stood in front of Huikong.
"Ye Chen, you...you can't kill my brother! Otherwise...otherwise, our Zen Ling Buddhist Sect will fight you to the death!"
"That's right! If you dare to touch a hair of my senior brother, my master, Master Wu Zheng, will never let you go!"
The two men shouted in a timid manner.
Ye Chen sneered.
"That old bald donkey has become my prisoner, and you still use him to threaten me?"
Ye Chen’s words were like a bolt from the blue.
"What?"
Huikong and the other two couldn't believe it.
Ye Chen directly grabbed Wu Zheng from the Star Soul Control Tower and threw him in front of Hui Kong.
Wu Zheng was now in tattered clothes and looked in a miserable state, and he no longer looked like an immortal.
"master!"
Huikong and the other two exclaimed in surprise.
They never expected that the master who had always been so superior to them would appear in front of them in such a miserable state.
And Ye Chen threw it out like garbage.
This huge contrast made it difficult for them to accept it for a while.
Ye Chen looked down at Huikong condescendingly.
"Now, do you still think your master can save you?"
Huikong's face was pale, as if he had lost his parents. He knew that he was really finished this time.
He looked at Wu Zheng, his eyes filled with despair and pleading.
"Master...save me..."
Wu Zheng looked at Huikong, a complicated look flashing in his eyes.
He knew that he could not save himself and could not save Huikong at all.
"Huikong...you...you're on your own..."
Wu Zheng's voice is full of helplessness and sadness.
Huikong was completely desperate when he heard Wu Zheng's words.
He slumped on the ground, his eyes empty, as if he had lost his soul.
Ye Chen looked at Huikong without any mercy in his eyes.
"In your next life, remember to be born into a good family."
After Ye Chen finished speaking, he pointed his finger and a golden light flashed.
A bloody hole appeared between Huikong's eyebrows, and a generation of pride in Buddhism fell.
"Amitabha."
At this moment, a deep and distant Buddhist chant resounded through heaven and earth.
A golden light suddenly appeared, and an old monk wearing a cassock and with a kind face appeared out of thin air.
The old monk has a solemn appearance and is surrounded by Buddha's light.
He is the Buddha of the Zen Buddhist sect.
The old monk landed in front of Ye Chen and clasped his hands together.
"Amitabha."
He chanted the Buddha's name again.
"Old monk, you are late."
Ye Chen shrugged, looking relaxed.
"Huikong has already passed away."
"It's still not too late to help him pass away now."
Ye Chen pointed at Huikong's body on the ground with a hint of ridicule in his tone.
The old Buddhist monk looked at Huikong's charred body, and then looked at Wu Zheng who was in a miserable state.
He clasped his hands together again and chanted the Buddha's name softly.
"Amitabha."
He did not mean to blame Ye Chen. This was all the result of Master Huikong and his disciple's own actions. They brought this upon themselves and Ye Chen was not to blame.
The old Buddhist monk looked at Wu Zheng.
"Junior brother, do you know you are wrong?"
Wu Zheng raised his head, his eyes full of unwillingness.
"I just want my disciples to become Buddha's children. What's wrong with that?"
"I just failed."
The old monk shook his head and sighed.
"well."
"Amitabha."
"Junior brother, do you still remember why our master gave you the Dharma name 'Wu Zheng'?"
The old monk had a compassionate look and spoke with earnestness.
Wu Zheng remained silent.
"You are inherently strong and stubborn, and to achieve your goals, you defy Buddhist teachings and act recklessly."
"Master bestowed this name in the hope that you would abandon your anger, devote yourself to meditation, and find liberation in the Buddhist path."
After saying this, his gaze was still fixed on Wu Zheng, as if he wanted to send these words straight into his heart.
Wu Zheng still kept his head down, clenched his teeth, and his body trembled slightly.
After a long time, he slowly raised his head, and the unwillingness in his eyes gradually turned into a trace of regret.
"Brother, I...I know I was wrong."
Wu Zheng's voice trembled slightly.
The old monk nodded slightly, with a look of relief on his face.
"My two nephews, please bring Huikong back to the Buddhist sect for burial."
The old monk Buddha instructed the two young monks who came with Huikong.
The two disciples responded quickly, lifted Huikong's charred body, and returned to the Chanling Buddhist Sect first.
"Donor Ye Chen."
The old Buddhist monk turned to Ye Chen and clasped his hands together.
"Could you please spare Junior Brother Wu Zheng this time for my sake?"
"After all, he is the head of the Zen Ling Buddhist sect. If he died here, it would probably cause quite a stir."
"After returning, I will punish him severely and make him reflect on his mistakes in seclusion, dedicate himself to cultivation, and cleanse his sins."
Ye Chen nodded. He had never intended to kill Wu Zheng.
Now I'll give the old monk some face.
"Since you, old monk, have asked for it yourself, I will naturally give you the honor."
Ye Chen came close to the old Buddhist monk, lowered his voice, and spoke mysteriously.
"But..."
"Shouldn't you give me a hundred or eighty jars of your treasured Bodhi Drunk?"
Ye Chen had a cunning and sneaky look on his face.
The old monk put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.
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