The Buddhist hymn lingered in the mountains for a long time. Sometimes it was deep, sometimes clear, and sometimes ancient. To the mortals at the foot of the mountain, this was akin to the arrival of millions of deities. Many people even started to burn incense outside their houses to pray.
Beacon King — these two words carried a mystical power.
Even though he had been missing for close to two thousand years, just the mention of his name would still intimidate many of the older generation's experts.
No one thought that he was still alive, but these words came from Qiusheng's mouth. They couldn't help but tremble in fear.
The Heretical King was about to come out again.
"Damn you, you think you can scare me with the Beacon King's name?
Do you think I won't break you and put you back together again? "
Monk Jiu Rou wasn't afraid at all. He raised his hand and slapped Qiusheng's face, sending him flying.
There weren't many in this world who didn't fear the Beacon King, but Monk Jiu Rou was one of them.
The monk was as strong as a bull and sent Qiusheng flying for dozens of miles. His face was almost ruined with his teeth falling all over the ground.
Qiusheng could no longer maintain his scholarly demeanor and snorted. However, he didn't dare to retaliate or curse out loud. If he showed even the slightest bit of dissatisfaction, he would die here for sure.
If he obediently let the monk beat him up, perhaps the monk wouldn't kill him out of fear of the Heretical King. However, if he dared to resist, then he wouldn't be able to live.
Shi Taluo was also taken care of. The monk grabbed him by the leg and flung him away. His head pierced into a mountain.
Qiusheng and Shi Taluo were beaten up again. Only after the monk's hands became weak did he drink some wine: "Worthy of being the two Great Walkers of the Senluo Temple. Your cultivation is not bad, almost comparable to Wu Liangzhu and Tie Niu in the past. Not bad, not bad at all."
Qian Qiusheng and Shi Taluo crawled up. A third of Qian Qiusheng's bones had been broken, while half of the three black feathers on Shi Taluo's back had been torn off. The two of them were covered in dirt, but they didn't dare to complain.
Qiu Qiansheng replied: "It's all because Senior Jiu Rou was merciful. Otherwise, with our cultivation, we wouldn't even have a corpse left."
"I didn't know senior Jiu Rou was here. Please forgive me for the sake of the Beacon King." Shi Taluo limped forward.
They knew that Monk Jiu Rou didn't kill them because of the Beacon King.
Monk Jiu Rou put his hands on his hips and revealed the tattoo on his chest: Azure Dragon on the left, White Tiger on the right, and a big mouse in the middle. He looked like a bald butcher and said: "In this world, evil has its own dao, cultivators have their own dao, and Buddhist cultivators have their own dao. I'm not like those old ox-nosed daoists who don't like to uphold justice and exterminate evil. However, if you motherfuckers dare to provoke me, then don't blame me for beating you up until your mothers won't recognize you."
What kind of seniors and experts were they?
Qiusheng and Shi Taluo were tongue-tied and glanced at each other.
Shi Taluo added: "Sir Beacon King has told us many times that no one in the cultivation world can mess with Master Jiu Rou. Senluo Temple can look down on anyone but not Master Jiu Rou."
These were just polite words.
Monk Jiu Rou was quite pleased: "Did the Heretical King really say that?"
"Absolutely." Shi Taluo confirmed.
Qiu Qiansheng added: "The Beacon King has warned us many times that Master Jiu Rou's dharma is boundless. If we don't open our eyes and offend him, then we will be courting death. Not even the gods can save us."
Monk Jiu Rou coughed and said: "Where is your Heretical King? I want to meet him and ask him how he teaches his disciples."
If someone else said this, they would definitely be laughed at. However, no one laughed when it came from Monk Jiu Rou's mouth.
Qiusheng said: "The Heretical King just came out from Bronze Cauldron Mountain and obtained an ancient sacred item of the heretical dao. He's in seclusion right now and I'm sure he'll come out soon to meet Monk Jiu Rou.
Everything in Senluo is managed by the young lord. "
"I don't want to interfere with your trivial matters. Hand over Yushou House's Golden Silkworm Scripture and I'll let you live. Otherwise, I'll send all of you to the afterlife." The monk said.
Qiusheng and Shi Taluo glanced at each other with a troubled expression. However, when they looked at the monk's sturdy arm, they nodded with difficulty.
Qiusheng bowed respectfully: "The Golden Silkworm Scripture is in Young Lord's hands. I will personally deliver it to Beastmaster Camp within three days after I ask for it. I will also prepare a generous gift as an apology."
Qiusheng and Shi Taluo were quite nervous. Seeing the monk's silence, Qiusheng quickly added: "With Monk Jiu Rou's cultivation, I'll die for sure even if I run to the ends of the earth."
"Very well, then it's decided. If you don't deliver the scripture to Yushou House in three days, I'll drag you out and torture you a thousand times."
Monk Jiu Rou was an eccentric person. His voice was like a thunderclap that shook Qiusheng's ears. He bowed while retreating.
Qiusheng and Shi Taluo brought the rest of the Senluo people and quickly ran away.
Nalan Xuejian immediately rushed into the shrine with her long hair fluttering in the wind. The Na Lan Buddhist Robe on her was glowing brightly, giving people the impression that she was the daughter of a Buddha. She quickly found Feng Feiyun and heaved a sigh of relief after finding that he wasn't injured. She pouted: "Great Demon Feng, you're in such a good mood!
You're still drinking here? Do you know how worried I was? I was afraid that you'd lose an arm or a leg. "
Feng Feiyun sat at the table and took a sip from his bronze cup. The blood in his eyes receded and the evil energy lessened. He smiled: "What are you worried about?"
For some reason, whenever Nalan Xuejian was next to Feng Feiyun, the evil energy from Feng Feiyun's Yama's spine would be suppressed and the demonic blood in his body would recede.
"If you lost an arm or a leg, I'll have to take care of you for the rest of your life. I'll have to wash your clothes, cook for you, wash your face, and even wash your dirty socks …" Nalan Xuejian glared at Feng Feiyun and knocked his head.
"Pfft!"
Feng Feiyun spat out a mouthful of blood into the cup, dyeing it red. His hands were stained with blood as he coughed violently.
Feng Feiyun had already been injured during his battle with Qian Qiusheng's divine sense. He had only been holding on the entire time. Now that the Corrupt path's people had retreated, he finally managed to cough up the blood in his chest. He immediately felt much more relaxed.
"Sorry, sorry, don't scare me …" Nalan Xuejian jumped in fright, thinking that she had knocked him too hard. She blamed herself and hastily took out the Buddhist jade beads. She held them in one hand and used her other hand to hold Feng Feiyun's hand.
The purest Buddhist energy flowed out of the beads. It was like a star was being held in one's hand and was constantly flowing into Feng Feiyun's body.
Feng Feiyun originally wanted to tell Nalan Xuejian that he was fine and that she didn't need to use the beads to help him. However, when the Buddhist energy flowed into Feng Feiyun's body, an indescribably tranquil Buddhist voice resounded in Feng Feiyun's mind, purifying the negative thoughts and shadows in his mind.
The evil energy of the Yama King's spine was suppressed back into his bone marrow and was covered in a faint azure light.
The azure Buddhist light filled his blood vessels and caused Feng Feiyun's evil and violent demonic blood to become docile. Even the Evil Woman's evil blood was purified and became a bit dimmer.
Nalan Xuejian and Feng Feiyun, one standing and one sitting, maintained this posture. Countless Buddhist lights traveled between the two of them.
Nalan Xuejian's eyes were full of concern as her eyelashes trembled. Her immortal face carried the sacred appearance of a saintess. Above her head was a white buddhist halo, pure and flawless. Her five slender fingers tightly gripped Feng Feiyun's palm and looked at the blood in the bronze goblet. She felt an indescribable pain; it was even more painful than being injured herself.
"It's all my fault for being so useless. He likes to show off so much, and he doesn't have a mother to care for him or a grandmother to love him. I can't help him at all. Why am I so useless …" Nalan Xuejian was always worried about Feng Feiyun and hated herself for not being able to help him at this moment.
More than half of Feng Feiyun's demonic energy was suppressed. Even the evil runes on his face became much fainter. His face became white with only a few faint evil runes above the temple on the right side of his face. They were so faint that it was hard to see without careful observation.
Feng Feiyun's eyes turned back to black as he slowly opened them.
Seeing Feng Feiyun open his eyes, Nalan Xuejian finally let out a long sigh. She raised her hand, wanting to knock Feng Feiyun's head again. However, she only raised her hand halfway before stopping. She was afraid that she would make Feng Feiyun vomit blood again.
She relaxed her snow-white fist and gently wiped the blood from the corner of Feng Feiyun's lips with her fingers. Her beautiful eyes were filled with worry as she asked, "Are you feeling better?"
Feng Feiyun sat there and his eyes moved. Looking at the porcelain doll-like beauty before him, he said solemnly, "Oh no, I've cultivated a physique tempering art. Once I cultivate it to perfection, I'll be indestructible and have an indestructible body. However, this art has a weak point. It's on the top of my head. You hit it just now. My … cultivation is ruined. I won't be able to step on the path of immortality for the rest of my life."
When Nalan Xuejian heard this, she immediately blamed herself. She bit her lips and her eyes became moist. She was about to cry, and her fists kept hitting herself. "You stupid Xuejian, you stupid Xuejian, you can't do anything right, but you always spoil things …"
Feng Feiyun's face was filled with sadness. He said, "I don't blame you … really … this is my fate."