Chapter 841: Peerless Great Medicine

Crack, crack, crack.

Boom!

Wuchen crushed the teacup in his hand into powder; a monstrous and terrifying Buddhist aura surged from his body—the Vajra’s shout, the Bodhisattva’s lowered gaze.

When the Buddha is enraged, he kills without saving!

Ye Lin was so frightened by this sudden burst of aura that he fell to the ground.

The aura erupting from this Monk Wuchen felt no less powerful than that of the Supreme Elder Jian Long of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

Could this bald donkey actually be a Saint?!

Ye Lin couldn't help but get excited; this wasn't some old monster whose lifespan was coming to an end, but a Saint in the prime of his life!

He had already begun to ponder what exactly he should have Wuchen do for those three tasks; if he didn't take this opportunity to make good use of him, he wouldn't be Ye Lin.

"Senior brother..."

Wuchen’s eyes turned red, and two streams of hot tears flowed from his clear, black eyes.

"Alas, Master Wuchen, please accept my condolences; the dead cannot return to life."

Ye Lin put his arm around Wuchen’s shoulder to comfort him.

"If your senior brother Fanxi has a spirit in heaven, he certainly wouldn't want to see you so sad; besides, he is still waiting for you to avenge him."

"This poor monk will; this poor monk will definitely find the true culprit!"

A look of determination appeared in the depths of Wuchen’s misty eyes.

"Go for it! Master Wuchen, I wish you success in avenging your senior brother soon!"

Ye Lin spoke up to encourage Wuchen.

Fanxi, in truth, could only be considered a puppet.

At the very least, the Undying Demon Dragon could absolutely not have been captured alive by Fanxi’s own ability.

He had once seen the memories of the Undying Demon Dragon; at that time, the Undying Demon Dragon had been captured alive in a trap set by someone else, and only then did it meet Fanxi.

As for that person, they had never shown their face from beginning to end.

The treasure of the Flying Immortal Temple that never appeared from start to finish must have also been taken by that person.

Ye Lin telling Monk Wuchen the characteristics of that person wasn't exactly lying to him.

Monk Wuchen wanted to find this person, and Ye Lin wanted to find them too.

But Monk Wuchen’s strength was relatively greater, so it was better to let him go find them first.

"By the way, Master Wuchen, tell me, what exactly is the treasure of your Flying Immortal Temple?"

Taking advantage of the moment when Wuchen’s psychological defenses were somewhat relaxed, Ye Lin hurriedly struck while the iron was hot and pressed for an answer.

Wuchen opened his mouth, then sighed.

"Very well, telling you is no harm; the treasure of the Flying Immortal Temple is a door."

"A door?"

Ye Lin’s pupils constricted, and he suddenly associated it with something; he didn't rush to speak, but waited for Wuchen to continue.

"That door is named the Ten Directions Rebirth Gate; it can communicate with reincarnation, purify karmic obstacles, and even allow high monks whose lifespans are ending to defy the heavens and live a second life."

"Although the Undying Demon Dragon’s vitality is powerful, it is not enough to live nine lives, but if one has the Ten Directions Rebirth Gate, it can be done; this is also the reason why Senior Brother Fanxi stole this treasure."

Wuchen sighed with great emotion; he truly had not expected that Fanxi had actually embarked on such an evil path.

He now roughly knew what Fanxi had done after leaving the Flying Immortal Temple.

"That..."

Ye Lin’s expression looked as if he were about to use the Flame Fist.

"Is the Ten Directions Rebirth Gate made of stone? Is it so high the top cannot be seen, as wide as the clouds, carved with patterns of the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, dragons, phoenixes, and qilin, giving one a feeling of mystery and solemnity at a single glance?"

"How do you know? Have you seen our temple’s treasure?!"

This time, it was Wuchen’s turn to be surprised; before the Ten Directions Rebirth Gate was stolen by Fanxi, it had been located in the forbidden area of the Flying Immortal Temple for years, and even the disciples of the temple itself had rarely seen it.

"Damn it!"

"Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn!"

Ye Lin acted as if he had gone insane; he stood up and slapped his own thigh violently, breaking his own hard thigh bone and twisting it into a bizarre angle.

He should have thought of it earlier!

He should have thought of it earlier!

The so-called Gate of Apocalypse and the Ten Directions Rebirth Gate were the same thing!

At that time, he kept thinking about exploring the world behind the Gate of Apocalypse and wanting to know the secrets behind the door, but he ignored the Gate of Apocalypse itself!

He should have thought that this door was also a treasure!

Ye Lin’s heart was bleeding crazily at this moment; this was truly losing a watermelon to pick up a sesame seed—why hadn't he thought of carrying the Gate of Apocalypse away back then?

This was like entering a treasure vault containing the Beginningless Emperor Scripture, Heavenly Flames, divine inheritances, two-way foils, planet-destroying warships, Infinity Stones, and the Cauldron of All-Things Mother Qi, only to turn a blind eye to those treasures and walk away happily with a single gold bar.

"Benefactor Ye, what is wrong with you?" Wuchen was startled by Ye Lin’s sudden reaction and hurriedly asked with concern.

Ye Lin let out a wail and burst into tears; he hugged Monk Wuchen and sobbed uncontrollably.

"Wuwuwu, I have failed you, Master Wuchen, wuwuwu!"

"Before I ascended, I saw the Ten Directions Rebirth Gate you mentioned in my small world, but I didn't know it was a treasure and didn't bring it back to return it to your Flying Immortal Temple."

"If I had just brought the Ten Directions Rebirth Gate with me at the time, perhaps your senior brother Fanxi wouldn't have died."

"I have failed you, I have failed the Flying Immortal Temple, wuwuwuwuwuwuwu!"

Ye Lin cried with genuine sincerity; this time he was not acting—he was truly sad, in pain, and heartbroken.

Monk Wuchen also couldn't help but comfort him.

"It is alright, Benefactor Ye; the ignorant are not guilty. You need not blame yourself, and certainly need not reproach yourself."

"I want to, but I can't control myself, wuwuwu!"

Ye Lin cried most miserably; it was truly enough to make the listener sad and the hearer shed tears.

After crying for a good while, Ye Lin finally recovered, but he still couldn't help but sob in a low voice.

Given Ye Lin’s nature, if someone passed by him carrying manure, he would want to taste it to see if it was salty or bland; now that he knew he had missed such a great treasure, it was no wonder he would collapse.

After his emotions calmed down a bit, Ye Lin looked up at Wuchen and asked.

"Master Wuchen, so what exactly was your senior brother Fanxi doing in our small world at that time?"

Wuchen pursed his lips, his eyes filled with complex emotions, and he spoke slowly.

"He... was brewing a pot of Great Medicine—a peerless Great Medicine using the world as a cauldron, the Undying Demon Dragon as the furnace fire, the Ten Directions Rebirth Gate as the medicinal catalyst, and hundreds of millions of living beings as the medicinal ingredients!"