Chapter 260: then translation of title

The two locked eyes, both flashing with a cold glint, but it was only a moment; the next second, they simultaneously looked away.

Afterward they simply wandered around the city; it was clear that Juéqíng Shītài was rather distant toward Juéyuǎn.

However, Juéyuǎn didn't care about any of that at the moment; as long as he could disgrace Shi Song, so that the Dao Yi Sect could no longer protect Juéqíng Shītài, his goal would be achieved.

Strolling casually through the city, over just a short distance of two streets, it was not hard to see the terrifying number of followers of the Fomen.

Out of ten passersby, at least five, upon seeing Juéyuǎn and Juéqíng Shītài, would stop, put their palms together, and perform a Buddhist salute.

These people dare not say that all of them are fanatical followers of the Fomen, but at least they are believers.

In response, Juéyuǎn returned the salute with the demeanor of an eminent monk.

This is the terror of the Fomen: unlike the great sects that emphasize separation between the immortal and the mundane, the Fomen lays its plans in the secular world, and its power there is extremely formidable.

After walking another street, suddenly a group of people rushed over; upon seeing Master Juéyuǎn, they immediately stepped forward and wept.

"Master, save us, please Master, save us!"

Seeing this, Juéyuǎn spoke in the manner of an eminent monk.

"What's wrong?"

"Master, my son suddenly fainted for no reason and lost consciousness."

Saying this, a makeshift door board from the crowd, upon which lay an unconscious youth, was lifted up before Juéyuǎn.

Looking at the youth, a smile flickered in Juéyuǎn's eyes; these people were all arranged by him.

After a perfunctory examination, Juéqíng Shītài and Shi Song beside him also frowned slightly; with their perception it was naturally easy to see that the youth's yang energy was depleted, as if it had been sucked out, likely due to an encounter with the Demon Race.

But this is the imperial capital; where would a Demon Race come from?

Shi Song remained doubtful in his heart, and the next second Juéyuǎn spoke in a deep voice.

"Deficient yang energy, excessive indulgence—alas, they say lust is a blade above the character for sex, yet people cannot pass this hurdle."

Feigning a sigh of regret, upon hearing this the youth's family became agitated and lamented sorrowfully.

"Please, Master, act and save my son."

"I earnestly beg the Master to act."

In a moment, a large crowd knelt before Juéyuǎn.

"Please, benefactors, rise quickly; this poor monk will surely exert all his effort to save people."

"Thank you, Master."

"Master, you truly sympathize with heaven and pity humanity."

Amid the thanks of the crowd, Juéyuǎn acted, and the youth soon woke up.

With his cultivation at the perfected Shèngjìng realm, saving a person was obviously no difficulty for him, especially since this was his own arrangement.

However, this was merely the beginning; after being revived, the youth looked bewildered, and once his family explained the situation to him, he repeatedly thanked Juéyuǎn.

Then someone asked why the youth had ended up like that.

This too was arranged by Juéyuǎn; hearing the question, he spoke with a compassionate expression.

"As the saying goes, form is emptiness, emptiness is form; the young benefactor suffered because of lust, thus his heart's desires wreaked havoc; if he renounces lust and desire, he will not repeat this in the future; all beings' suffering must be understood............"

Watching Juéyuǎn begin to speak at length, Shi Song curled his lip, but Juéqíng Shītài beside him wore a solemn expression, and he did not say much more.

What Juéyuǎn said were indeed the teachings recorded in the Buddhist scriptures; regardless of other matters, Juéqíng Shītài agreed with these, and Shi Song could naturally not refute them at this time.

As Juéyuǎn's words fell, another person asked.

"Master, may I dare ask how one can know whether lust is troubling one's heart?"

Hearing this, Juéyuǎn smiled and said.

"Naturally there is a method; the Buddha's light can illuminate all worldly desires, and under its universal shine, the thoughts of desire in one's heart cannot hide."

Speaking, a pure Buddha's light welled up around Juéyuǎn; under its illumination, everyone felt warmth and great comfort.

However, soon many people's Buddha's light showed clusters of black, which was the desire Juéyuǎn had spoken of.

Juéqíng Shītài beside him saw this and said nothing; she naturally knew the Buddha's light possessed this ability.

But at that moment, Shi Song's Buddha's light also displayed clusters of black, even larger and richer than anyone else's present.

Seeing this, Juéyuǎn immediately wore an expression of surprise and said.

"Shi Song Daoist friend, the lust in your heart...................."

He appeared as if wanting to speak but holding back, yet the meaning he wished to convey was already clear.

A twitch at the corner of his mouth, Shi Song finally reacted: "This bald donkey is messing with me."

Damn it, the Buddha's light didn't even shine on his body at all, being completely blocked by his Línglì; yet why would clusters of black appear? It was entirely Juéyuǎn's covert trick.

Such a blinding technique is something the Fomen excels at; it's hardly surprising.

But at this moment, not only Juéyuǎn, but also Juéqíng Shītài looked over, her expression clearly off.

Seeing this, Shi Song hurriedly explained.

"Juéqíng Shītài, it's not like that; it's this bald donkey, he................"

But before he could finish speaking, Juéyuǎn cut him off.

"Shi Song Daoist friend and the priestess being together—originally you harbored ill intentions; how could you do this? Priestess Juéqíng Shītài is a person of the Fomen, all four are empty; are you trying to harm her?"

He appeared indignant, as if he were angry on behalf of Juéqíng Shītài; hearing this, Shi Song truly became anxious.

He damn well does like Juéqíng Shītài, loving her to death, but he truly has no base thoughts.

"Shut up, you're slandering me."

"How is this slander? The Buddha's light does not deceive."

Juéyuǎn spoke solemnly, and at the same time the surrounding crowd chimed in agreement.

"Exactly, the Buddha's light does not deceive."

"The Buddha's light is pure; it absolutely cannot be false."

Ah, how come even the Fomen people won't let him off? If it really won't work, just go to Gōulán.

This immortal master is really.........

These ordinary commoners don't dare to offend Shi Song; they speak rather tactfully, but inside and out they are all protecting Jueyuan.

In a moment, Shi Song was so angry smoke came out of his seven orifices; he wanted to explain, but he simply couldn't find a reason.

I........ I didn't.........

Looking at Juéqíng Shītài, he said anxiously, but Jueyuan wouldn't give him this chance, and then went on to say.

Shi Song daoist friend, I know your Dao Yi Sect has no such thing as precepts, but you can't be so reckless; after all, the master is a person of Fomen.

Bald donkey, you.........

He was anxious to make a move, but Jueyuan showed no fear at all; he just wanted Shi Song to make a move, so that everything would be confirmed, and then he wouldn't believe that Juéqíng Shītài would still associate with him.

Just as Shi Song could not hold back and was about to make a move, at the same time, another group of people rushed over from outside the crowd, shouting from afar.

You faithless man, I've been looking for you for so many years; how could you bear to abandon us mother and child?

Accompanying the voice, an old woman with three children of different ages squeezed through the crowd; then, under the stunned gaze of everyone, she directly began to pour out her grievances to Jueyuan.

In a moment, everyone present was full of question marks; just a moment ago Jueyuan still had the appearance of an eminent monk, but now he actually turned into a faithless man who abandoned his wife and children?

Even Shi Song, who was about to make a move, was stunned; what's going on? This bald donkey's romantic debts have come knocking?