Chapter 408: Master and disciple enter the world, saving the Buddha

After Qiao Ling finished tidying up and arrived, Su Chen took him out of the cave dwelling and came to the Water Curtain Cave.

Not long after, footsteps sounded outside the cave dwelling.

The Yu Rong Wang and the Gibbon King walked in, their blood and Qi boiling, clearly having just rushed over from the training ground.

"Brother Su Chen!" The two Great Sages seemed to have forgotten the restraint they felt at Bai Ze's cave dwelling that day and returned to their usual carefree selves.

Su Chen smiled and pointed to the stone stool to the side.

"Two Great Sages, please sit. I asked you here today because I have something to entrust to you." Su Chen's language was polite, not looking down on them because of his own cultivation. "I need to leave Mount Huaguo for a period of time, short as a few months, long as a few years. During this time, the overall situation of Mount Huaguo will be hosted by you two Great Sages."

The Yu Rong Wang's expression became serious, and he nodded immediately: "Brother Su Chen, rest assured, with me and Old Six here, Mount Huaguo will definitely not have any trouble."

The Gibbon King also echoed: "Whoever dares to invade, I'll make sure they don't return."

Su Chen didn't talk nonsense, flipped his wrist, and his palm had an extra jade talisman emitting gray-white light.

He pushed the jade talisman to the Yu Rong Wang.

"This is a jade talisman I condensed with Hunyuan magic power, leaving a wisp of my spiritual sense inside." Su Chen warned. "If any great power attacks Mount Huaguo, do not fight hard. Crush the jade talisman, and I will sense it myself and will definitely return to reinforce you at full speed."

The Yu Rong Wang took the jade talisman and collected it solemnly.

Having finished the explanation, Su Chen stood up.

His mind moved, and the bones all over his body made a series of crisp sounds, his appearance changing rapidly.

The originally handsome young face transformed into a green-robed wandering Daoist with a clear face and three long beards.

Qiao Ling, who was standing to the side, saw this and also mobilized his magic power.

The moon-white robe on his body transformed into a green scholar's shirt, and his face became softer, like a scholar.

The master and disciple restrained their magic power fluctuations, and their aura became no different from ordinary mortals.

Su Chen nodded slightly to the two Great Sages, turned around, and took Qiao Ling to transform into a clear breeze, quietly leaving Mount Huaguo and heading straight for Nanzhan Nanjian Buzhou.

Nanzhan Nanjian Buzhou, Lin'an City.

The scorching sun was in the sky, and the earth was cracking.

Outside the city gate, large groups of refugees in rags lay on both sides of the official road, not even having the strength to wail.

Su Chen and Qiao Ling stepped into the city.

The scene in the city made Qiao Ling's brows knit tightly.

On the wide streets, there were no vendors shouting, no heavy traffic.

On both sides of the street, the ground was covered with kneeling people.

These people were sallow and thin, their cheekbones protruding high, their eye sockets sunken, but they still folded their hands and kowtowed continuously toward the center of the city, muttering words.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of inferior incense.

But this city-wide fragrance could not cover the heavy death aura emitted by the entire city.

Su Chen folded his hands in his sleeves, his gaze sweeping over these mortals.

He could clearly see that wisps of white air, invisible to the naked eye, were drifting out from the tops of these people's heads, gathering toward the center of the city.

That was the life force and faith vow power of the human race.

The two followed the street to the square in the center of the city.

In the center of the square stood a ten-foot-tall golden Buddha statue.

The Buddha statue was solemn, looking down at all living beings, and dazzling golden light radiated from the statue, illuminating the entire square.

Under this blinding golden light, the mortals kneeling around the Buddha statue appeared even more withered.

Qiao Ling stopped his steps, staring fixedly at the golden Buddha statue.

The Demon Dao origin within his body began to roll violently, and an uncontrollable anger rushed straight to his spiritual platform.

He saw very clearly that the Buddha statue was not a god protecting one side at all, but a greedy water pump.

The golden light on the Buddha statue was condensed precisely from the fate and destiny of thousands of mortals.

The Fomen was using the faith of these mortals to fill the destiny of Lingshan.

Just at this moment, a commotion occurred at the edge of the square.

An elderly man, skin and bones, couldn't hold on and fell headfirst onto the scorching blue stone slab.

He stopped chanting the Buddha's name, his hands hanging down powerlessly.

Several strong men wearing gray coarse monk clothes rushed over immediately.

"Dare to be disrespectful to the Buddha! Heretic!"

The leading strong man roared, raised his foot wearing thick-soled boots, and kicked the old man's abdomen fiercely.

The old man spat out a mouthful of sour water, his body curled into a ball, not even able to make a sound of begging for mercy.

Those strong men didn't stop, their fists and feet falling like raindrops, every strike fatal.

The surrounding kneeling people had numb eyes; no one dared to raise their heads, instead kowtowing even louder.

Qiao Ling's eyes turned completely cold.

He practiced the Great Freedom Demon Dao, which emphasized following one's heart and breaking through illusions.

The Fomen's behavior of wearing a compassionate outer garment while performing the act of knocking bones and sucking marrow touched his bottom line.

Qiao Ling took a step, and his figure instantly disappeared from where he was.

The next moment, he appeared in front of those few fanatical believers.

No nonsense, Qiao Ling raised his right hand, his sleeves billowing in the wind.

A violent burst of Qi sprayed from his palm, directly sweeping those few strong men.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several strong men didn't even have time to scream, their bodies flying horizontally, smashing heavily against the distant stone wall, falling into a coma.

The square fell into dead silence.

All the kneeling people stopped their movements, looking in horror at this white-faced scholar who had suddenly made a move.

Qiao Ling didn't pay attention to these mortals.

He turned around and faced the ten-foot-tall golden Buddha statue.

"Mud-sculpted and wood-carved, also worthy of receiving the incense of the human race."

Qiao Ling's voice was cold, spreading across the entire square.

He raised his right hand, his five fingers joined into a palm, and slashed through the air toward the giant golden Buddha statue.

An invisible burst of Qi tore through the air, carrying the power of destroying the withered and decaying, smashing fiercely into the Buddha statue's chest.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar.

The ten-foot-tall pure gold Buddha statue exploded from the chest, and giant cracks instantly spread to the whole body.

Immediately following, the entire Buddha statue collapsed with a boom, scattering all over the ground.

The dazzling Buddha light instantly extinguished.

The people in the square were stunned like wooden chickens; some were even so scared they wet their pants, shivering all over.

"Audacious madman!"

A roar came from the temple behind the square, mixed with Buddhist mantras that shocked the soul.

A blinding golden light soared into the sky, tearing through the roof of the temple.

A burly monk with a face full of flesh stepped through the air.

He wore a large red cassock, with a string of prayer beads hanging around his neck.

A tyrannical aura fluctuation erupted from his body, which was clearly the cultivation of peak Mystic Immortal.

He landed in front of the broken Buddha statue, his eyes wide, staring fixedly at Qiao Ling.

With his anger, his body began to swell, his skin turning dark golden, manifesting the Dharma image of the Fomen's wrathful Jin Gang.

A heavy demon-subduing pestle appeared in his hand, the tip of the pestle shimmering with brilliant Buddha light.

Su Chen stood behind the crowd, his hands still folded in his sleeves.

His gaze swept over the Jin Gang calmly, seeing through the other party's background.

It was just a peak Mystic Immortal forced up by incense vow power, with a hollow foundation.

Su Chen walked to Qiao Ling's side and raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder.

"Peak Mystic Immortal." Su Chen's tone was casual. "Solve it yourself."

Having spoken, Su Chen stepped back half a step, leaving the battlefield to Qiao Ling.

Qiao Ling, an early-stage Golden Immortal, dealing with this kind of goods didn't even count as a warm-up.

Qiao Ling nodded, took a step, and stood in front of the many people.

The Buddhist Jin Gang looked at Qiao Ling, unable to feel any magic power fluctuation on the other party, only thinking he was an ignorant mortal martial artist.

"Audacious monster, dare to destroy my Buddha's golden body!"

The Jin Gang roared, the sound making the surrounding people have to cover their ears.

He gripped the demon-subduing pestle with both hands, leaped high, and smashed toward the top of Qiao Ling's head from a high position.

The Buddha light on the demon-subduing pestle was brilliant, carrying a whistling wind, wanting to transcend Qiao Ling.

Qiao Ling stood in place, looking at the falling demon-subduing pestle, a sneer hooking at the corner of his mouth.

A trace of cruelty flashed in the Jin Gang's eyes; he wanted to smash this madman into meat paste to establish his authority.

Just at the moment when the demon-subduing pestle was less than three inches from Qiao Ling's head.

Qiao Ling slowly raised his right hand.

He flicked his index finger, and a wisp of gray-white air overflowed from his fingertip.

This air looked weak, yet it carried a terrifying aura; it was exactly the Great Freedom Demon Qi he had cultivated.

The demon-subduing pestle touched the demon Qi, and the brilliant Buddha light on it disintegrated inch by inch.

The pestle body cast by vow power quickly turned black and decayed, transforming into a pile of fly ash, scattering in the wind.

The Jin Gang maintained the posture of smashing down, his whole body frozen in mid-air.

He widened his eyes, looking at his empty hands, the cruelty in his eyes replaced by extreme horror.

That wisp of gray-white demon Qi spread along his hands, instantly invading his Jin Gang Dharma image.

His proud Jin Gang Dharma image was fragile in the face of this power, collapsing directly.

The Jin Gang fell heavily to the ground, vomiting a large mouthful of blood.

He raised his head, looking at the white-faced scholar before him in extreme terror, his voice trembling.

"You... who exactly are you?"

Qiao Ling looked down at him, no pity in his eyes.

His thin lips parted slightly, spitting out three words calmly.

"One who saves the Buddha." ===== CHAPTER 409 =====