Chapter 774: The Buddhist Maiden of Flying Immortal Temple

When Ye Lin asked this question, he stared fixedly at Fan Xin's clear, dark eyes, wanting to capture every fluctuation of her emotions.

Fan Xiu is the person behind the scenes of the God Organization.

He is also the culprit who destroyed the world and kept the Undying Demon Dragon in captivity to cultivate for his own gain.

One is Fan Xiu, the other is Fan Xin; Ye Lin could not help but overthink it.

Ever since she first appeared, the little nun Fan Xin had never shown much emotional fluctuation.

Even when she saw the golden light of merit erupting from Ye Lin's body, Fan Xin was only surprised for a moment before returning to normal.

But upon hearing the name Fan Xiu, Fan Xin's face suddenly turned pale, and her hands, pressed together in prayer, could not help but tremble.

"Where did you hear this name?"

Fan Xin began to press him for an answer, her tone carrying an anxiety she herself had not noticed.

Seeing Fan Xin's reaction, Ye Lin became even more certain that the other party must have some connection to her.

"I accidentally saw the name Fan Xiu in an ancient text. The text said that Fan Xiu was a Buddha incarnate who suppressed a demon dragon that was wreaking havoc on the world, and he is a well-deserved dragon-slaying hero."

Ye Lin made it up as he went along, wanting to trick Fan Xin into talking.

"That is not how it was..."

Fan Xin seemed to want to say something, but at this moment, a cry of surprise suddenly rang out.

"The barrier is about to disappear completely!"

Everyone looked toward the source of the sound.

Sure enough, the golden barrier that had been blocking them was now teetering, on the verge of collapsing completely at any moment.

The eyes of the crowd surged with wild joy and greed, poised and ready to rush in the moment the barrier vanished.

"Amitabha."

Fan Xiu chanted a Buddhist name, and her originally restless emotions calmed down at this moment.

This sudden change clearly gave her a chance to think.

"Ami-your-mother-f-ing-tabha! Why are you shouting so loudly!"

Ye Lin was anxious on the spot; why did this damn barrier have to disappear at this exact moment, of all times? He had almost tricked Fan Xin into talking.

That guy who suddenly shouted was really just bored with nothing to do; if the barrier disappears, let it disappear, why the hell shout!

"Master Fan Xin, don't mind them. If it wasn't like that, then what was it like?"

Ye Lin tried to continue fishing for information, but Fan Xin was clearly unwilling to continue.

"Ye Xiehong."

Fan Xin spoke solemnly.

"Regardless of where you learned this name, I ask that you never mention it again."

"Why, though?"

Ye Lin pestered Fan Xin like a curious child.

"Tell me, Master Fan Xin. Didn't you say you would answer anything I asked? A practitioner of the Buddha does not tell lies!"

Fan Xin pursed her lips and said.

"Except for matters regarding that name, this poor nun will certainly answer everything else."

"Really?" Ye Lin blinked with an innocent look on his face.

"Really." Fan Xin nodded solemnly.

"Then if there is something I ask that you cannot do, you must tell me what that name involves, how about that?" Ye Lin asked.

"Fine."

The naive Fan Xin had not yet realized the gravity of the situation and nodded lightly.

"Come, Master Fan Xin, can you bite your lip, use your nose to make sound, and loudly read out the number 2?" Ye Lin rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

Fan Xin did not think much of it and quickly followed suit.

The strange sound quickly attracted all the surrounding cultivators to turn their heads and look at Fan Xin, their expressions incomparably bizarre.

What kind of practitioner is this?

Fan Xin realized something was wrong at this moment and hurriedly pressed her hands together.

"Amitabha, what a sin, what a sin!"

Her crystal-clear, fair face turned bright red in an instant, and even her little bald head turned red, looking just like an egg boiled in brown sugar water.

"Master Fan Xin is truly one who answers everything!" Ye Lin gave her a thumbs up.

"Ye Xiehong! A practitioner should keep their six senses pure; do not make fun of this poor nun again!"

Fan Xin looked truly angry, and there was even fire in her clear, dark eyes.

"Next time for sure."

Although Ye Lin said that, in his heart, he was thinking of nothing but how to pry Fan Xin's mouth open.

If he guessed correctly, Fan Xiu should be related to the Flying Immortal Temple behind Fan Xin.

Crack, crack, crack.

A series of shattering sounds rang out.

Countless cracks appeared on the golden barrier, and with a loud boom, the golden barrier completely dissipated into specks of light.

This loud noise was like the gunshot of a starter pistol, and the cultivators present instantly rioted.

Cultivators from top sects like Su Lingjun and Gu Tianshou were the first to rush toward the ancient tomb before them.

Disciples from other sects were not to be outdone, and the cultivators turned into streams of light as they charged toward the ancient tomb.

A black iron tomb gate, several dozen zhang high, blocked everyone's path, but there was already a gap in this black iron gate wide enough for several people to pass through side by side.

Terrifying, sharp sword Qi still lingered on the gap; without a doubt, this was definitely the handiwork of Su Lingjun.

The crowd scrambled and squeezed toward the gap.

"Let's go in and take a look, too."

It was not until most people had entered the ancient tomb before them that Fan Xin slowly walked toward the tomb gate.

Clearly, she really had no interest in any treasures that might exist inside.

"Alright."

Ye Lin followed beside Fan Xin; for him, the so-called inheritance of a Four-Change Law expert was far less important than figuring out Fan Xiu's identity.

The originally peaceful tomb mansion welcomed countless uninvited guests.

They searched and looted along the way, digging three feet deep, fearing they might miss any treasure.

"Amitabha..."

A look of slight sorrow appeared in Fan Xin's eyes.

"How can they be like this? The one resting here is a respectable predecessor who went to deal with the Nirvana Demon Venerable for the sake of the common people of the Longevity Continent."

As she walked, Fan Xin used her own power to repair the places that had been damaged by others.

"Master Fan Xin is right. By the way, speaking of dealing with things, that ancient text recorded that Fan Xiu also went to deal with the demon dragon for the sake of the world's common people..."

Hearing Ye Lin mention the name Fan Xiu, Fan Xin's beautiful, delicate brows could not help but knit together.

"Didn't we agree not to mention this name?"

"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't help it."

Ye Lin chuckled, not taking it to heart at all.

He did not believe he couldn't pry open the mouth of a little nun like Fan Xin who had seen so little of the world.

In the time that followed, Ye Lin tirelessly pursued Fan Xin with all sorts of questions; after all, Fan Xin had just said that as long as he didn't mention Fan Xiu, she would answer any question.

"Master Fan Xin, my grandfather's birthday is April 25th, and my birthday is April 24th. He was clearly born a day later than me, so why am I the grandson?"

"Master Fan Xin, there was a man named Zhou Yu who died, and Zhuge Liang went to pay his respects; but when Zhuge Liang died, Zhou Yu did not go to pay his respects. Does this show that Zhou Yu was narrow-minded?"

"Master Fan Xin, since it takes ten years of practice off-stage for one minute on-stage, why don't we just practice on-stage?"

"Master Fan Xin, there is a slit in my butt, it's very smelly and won't close. Do I have a strange disease and am about to die? Can you help me take a look?"