Chapter 1023

Tianwai.

On a certain mountain peak.

A yellow-colored figure sat on the ground, chanting Buddhist sutras, the sound of chanting echoed in the mountains.

It attracted some birds and beasts to come listen to the sutras; for a moment, the mountains were tranquil, like a heavenly realm on earth.

The sutra chanting lasted a long time; when the sound faded, the yellow figure opened his eyes, all birds and beasts scattered, he lowered his gaze, his pupils flashing yellow light that shot straight down to the earth, the corners of his mouth turning up.

"Come out, little friend."

His voice was plain, yet carried an undeniable attitude; the Buddha light on his body became blindingly bright, like the sun in the heavens.

All surrounding light faded, leaving only the yellow Buddha light on his body.

Underground, a figure slowly broke through the soil; the Ten Thousand Poisons Demon King immediately steadied his steps, straightened his attitude, not daring to be negligent, nor to make excessive movements, for the one before him was not someone he could contend with, nor defeat; fortunately, that one bore him no malice.

Otherwise, the Ten Thousand Poisons Demon King would not have come out.

"I have seen a Buddhist Son." The Ten Thousand Poisons Demon King, from some memory fragments of the Toad Venerable, found the information of this person before him, one of the Buddhist Sons of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, the Yellow Eyebrows Buddhist Son.

This person is not simple; his Buddhist Dharma is awe-inspiring, even the Buddhist Dharma on the Ten Thousand Poisons Demon King is inferior to him.

"Not bad, having merged with the Toad Venerable's body, taking everything from it; the Toad Venerable was destined to face this calamity, I never expected it would end up benefiting you—you are also a demon with great fortune, no wonder my junior martial brother would act for you."

"It is not in vain that this Buddhist Son has waited for you so long; this Buddhist Son is the Yellow Eyebrows Buddhist Son of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple; surely you know who this Buddhist Son is."

The Ten Thousand Poisons Demon King respectfully said: "The Buddhist Son's great name is known to all; to receive the Buddhist Son's favor is my honor."

For such a Strong One, a couple of words of flattery are not excessive.

The Ten Thousand Poisons Demon King clearly understood that even if he merged with the Toad Venerable's body and controlled it, he was still no match for the person before him in a single clash; to fight would be his death day, and he knew this well; otherwise he would not be so obedient.

The Yellow Eyebrows Buddhist Son greatly appreciated the Ten Thousand Poisons Demon King, waving his hand and saying: "Please sit down."

"Yes." The Ten Thousand Poisons Demon King dared not stand, and immediately sat down.

He lowered his posture, not daring to be arrogant, nor to raise his head.

Seeing this, the Yellow Eyebrows Buddhist Son became even more satisfied.

"You were able to so quickly master the Toad Venerable's body, thanks to my junior martial brother; I will no longer interfere in your affairs; originally I did not intend to meet you, but feeling something, I still came."

"On your person, I sensed the aura of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple's cultivation method; is it that Great Compassion?"

The Ten Thousand Poisons Demon King dared not conceal: "Yes, Buddhist Son; I accidentally obtained the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple's cultivation method, and by fortunate coincidence succeeded in its practice; if you need it, Buddhist Son, I will offer the Great Compassion with both hands."

It is merely a cultivation method; giving it to him is fine.

What the Ten Thousand Poisons Demon King wants is to live, not to resist.

Before such a Strong One, resistance is useless.

As for him, it's better not to resist; as long as he can stay alive, whatever the Yellow Eyebrows Buddhist Son wants, give it to him.

The Yellow Eyebrows Buddhist Son waved his hand: "No need to give it to me; this Buddhist Son has no interest in the Great Compassion, and this Buddhist Son does not have the habit of liking what strong ones like."

This Buddhist Son sought you mainly to see what you have that would make my junior martial brother worth caring for.

That junior martial brother of his is not simple, nor would he easily look after a stranger.

After meeting him in person, the Yellow Eyebrows Buddhist Son understood.

The Great Compassion technique is the true transmission of the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple; outsiders cannot cultivate it, nor can they enter.

This demon, having successfully cultivated in his demonic form, is truly rare.

Moreover, the Great Compassion technique cultivated by this demon is utterly orthodox, not a false art; according to what he knows, besides the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple, there is another place that possesses this technique.

This demon came precisely from that place.

Put that way, it becomes clear, and it also explains why my junior brother treats him specially.

In an instant, the Yellow Eyebrow Buddhist Disciple thought of many things; finally, his eyes fixed on the person before him.

"Kid, report your name."

The Ten Thousand Poisons Demon King did not dare delay; he immediately bowed and performed a Buddhist salute: "I am Wan Du."

"Wan Du?"

The Yellow Eyebrow Buddhist Disciple pondered, then said: "It fits, but such a title is not suitable for our Ten Thousand Buddha Temple."

"Once you have the qualifications to join the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple, someone will give you a new Buddhist name."

"Kid, are you interested in returning with me to the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple? With my endorsement, you can still enter the temple freely."

The Ten Thousand Poisons Demon King frowned, his mind quickly pondering all of this.

The contest between the two Buddhist disciples, their mutual scheming—being the weaker party, I have no right to refuse.

But he does not want to……

This person before me is not simple; my first impression is that he harbors ulterior motives.

The Ten Thousand Buddha Temple, such a colossal entity, is not something he can enter; once he agrees, he will truly become the target of everyone's criticism.

"I appreciate your good intentions, Buddhist Disciple, but I am accustomed to a wild life and fear I would not suit the temple's monastic rules, so."

The Ten Thousand Poisons Demon King gritted his teeth and refused; entering the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple would bring him many benefits.

At the same time, the dangers would increase.

Getting involved in the Buddhist disciples' struggle would be too dangerous—a near-certain death; he does not want to meddle in their conflict, and it would be better to remain outside, free and unfettered.

"Are you sure?" the Yellow Eyebrow Buddhist Disciple asked again.

He wore a full smile, yet it carried an intimidating dread.

The Buddha's light was faint, yet it could not be ignored.

"Certainly!" the Ten Thousand Poisons Demon King clasped his hands, bowed, lowered his head, not daring to meet the Yellow Eyebrow Buddhist Disciple's gaze.

"Since you've made up your mind, then do as you wish." The Yellow Eyebrow Buddhist Disciple waved his hand; the Buddha's light surrounding him faded, and that layer of Buddha-light seal also dissipated.

Seeing this, the Ten Thousand Poisons Demon King immediately escaped into the earth and vanished.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared a hundred li away; his speed was astonishing.

Huangmei Buddhist Monk smiled and said, "He's an interesting seedling, a shame—being too smart is actually not good, you'd agree, right? Junior Brother Zhenhong."

Behind him, Zhenhong Buddhist Monk stepped out, his expression calm, but in the depths of his eyes lay a hint of anger.

It was obvious that Huangmei Buddhist Monk's actions had angered him, making him very angry.

He even dares to meddle with his own belongings—how unreasonable.

"Senior Brother Huangmei, you have overstepped."

Zhenhong Buddhist Monk slowly opened his mouth, his gaze fixed on Huangmei Buddhist Monk.

"Junior Brother Zhenhong, you need not worry; Senior Brother I merely wanted to see his talent. Junior Brother, you have good judgment—this kid is quite good, a fine seedling for cultivating the Buddhist Dharma, a shame."

Huangmei Buddhist Monk sighed: "His breath is mottled; he is not a true Buddhist cultivator, his demonic power and Buddhist Dharma are intertwined, and that will remain his lot in life."

Zhenhong Buddhist Monk shouted angrily: "Senior Brother Huangmei, this is his affair; you need not interfere."

Huangmei Buddhist Monk waved his hand: "Junior Brother, don't be angry; Senior Brother will not meddle in your affairs, so don't be like this."

"Hmph, best that way." Zhenhong Buddhist Monk gave a cold snort, turned and left, walked a few steps, turned back, and warned: "Senior Brother, I hope this is the last time; otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

"I know, I know." Huangmei Buddhist Monk waved his hand indifferently.