Chapter 329

He pulled a long face, sitting inside the main hall, when just then a junior fellow disciple walked in, saw Juexin like this, and asked.

"Shī xiōng, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing that, Juexin looked at the junior fellow disciple with a helpless expression, sighed, and said.

"Ah, junior fellow disciple, you say, letting the Dao Yi Sect participate in the Myriad Buddha Assembly—was that right or wrong?"

"That's definitely right—every Myriad Buddha Assembly, the Dao Yi Sect comes to participate, Shī xiōng, why are you suddenly saying this?"

"Nothing, just feeling a bit lost."

"Shī xiōng, some things shouldn't be dwelled on; anyway, just wait for the Myriad Buddha Assembly to end, then the Dao Yi Sect people will naturally leave, and by then everything will be fine—let it go a bit."

Juexin didn't answer—is this a matter of being able to let go or not?

Recall all the things the Dao Yi Sect did after arriving at Putuo Temple.

First they came to blows, then they killed the divine ox, last night they gave Jueyuan a beating, and just now they even shattered the dao hearts of hundreds of disciples.

Thinking of these, Juexin felt utterly weary.

Having been abbot of Putuo Temple for thousands of years, Juexin has never felt this tired; he just feels........ just feels damn how can each day have so many messed-up things?

While Juexin sighed to himself, outside the Dao Yi Sect's encampment, a bruised-and-swollen figure skulked furtively in the corner of the wall.

This person was none other than Jueyuan, who had just been given a beating by Hong Zun and the others yesterday.

After returning last night, he thought it over all night, simply unable to put his mind at ease about Juéqíng Shītài; after repeated consideration, even though he knew the danger, he still came.

There was no way; without personally checking Juéqíng Shītài's condition, he couldn't set his mind at ease.

He had already been waiting here for a while, and this place was the necessary path for Juéqíng Shītài to return to her quarters.

He had no other thoughts; he simply wanted to confirm whether Wuxiaxin was still safe.

To that end, he naturally made preparations.

He waited warily, and finally, after breakfast, Juéqíng Shītài appeared in Jueyuan's sight.

He looked closely and saw that Juéqíng Shītài seemed fine.

But he still didn't dare to be sure, waiting until Juéqíng Shītài drew nearer, and when she happened to reach a corner, Jueyuan, quick-eyed and quick-handed, activated the Formation Disk in his hand, then reached out and directly dragged her over.

"Wuuuuu............"

The sudden change startled Juéqíng Shītài, who struggled wildly; at that moment, a voice came from behind her.

"Don't move, female monk, I mean no harm; I just want to examine your body."

The two of them were enveloped by a Formation, which was a ninth-grade Formation.

It could block Divine Sense; even a sage's Divine Sense could be stopped.

Hearing Jueyuan's words, Juéqíng Shītài froze, "Help me examine my body? Is that the kind of examination I'm thinking of, damn it?"

Glaring angrily, she wanted to speak, but with her mouth covered she couldn't make a sound; as for Jueyuan, he directly fixed his gaze on the female monk's chest.

He nervously thought.

"Wuxiaxin, you must be all right."

Jueyuan was nervous, but in Juéqíng Shītài's eyes, that expression looked like he was stunned.

Her gaze grew icier, "Jueyuan, this poor nun will kill you—I never thought you were this kind of person."

Though Juéqíng Shītài was a Heavenly Human realm cultivator, in Jueyuan's hands she naturally had no power to resist.

She could only let Jueyuan do as he pleased, his palm pressing against her chest, Línglì continually flowing in.

After a careful sensing, Jueyuan's expression finally eased; Wuxiaxin was still there.

"Amituofo, as long as she's here, as long as she's here."

Just as Jueyuan secretly let out a breath, a conversation drifted from far to near.

"Junior fellow disciple, maybe we should just forget it... I... wouldn't this be too abrupt?"

"How could it be abrupt? Last night the female monk reforged her Buddha-heart; Shī xiōng going to visit her now is only natural."

"But this morning the female monk ignored me."

"That's because there were many people; the female monk, after all, is a monastic, a bit thin-skinned; Shī xiōng, as a man, you should be more proactive."

"Really no problem?"

"Rest assured, no problem."

"Holy shit............."

Hearing the voice, Jueyuan's face instantly changed—this wasn't Hong Zun and Shi Song?

No way, the situation's urgent—let's bolt.

He immediately planned to slip away, but before Jueyuan could make a move, Hong Zun and Shi Song just turned the corner; for a moment, the four people, four pairs of eyes, stared at each other.

"Shī xiōng, just listen............"

"Huh????"

Hong Zun and Shi Song were stunned, not expecting anyone to be around the corner; Jueyuan was fearful and helpless, while Juéqíng Shītài felt surprised, relieved to have survived.

After a brief stunned moment, the next second Shi Song exploded in rage.

"Bald donkey, what are you doing?"

His gaze seemed ready to devour a person; "This bald donkey, damn it, what is he doing? Where are his hands?"

Facing Shi Song, who was like an angry lion, Jueyuan unconsciously swallowed.

"I........... the poor monk is examining the female monk's body."

"Checking the body, you put your hand on her chest? Damn, is that a place you can touch? I haven't even touched it myself."

He was furious, utterly furious; without waiting for Jueyuan to finish speaking, Shi Song slapped out a palm.

"Bald donkey, die!"

Not to mention Shi Song, even Hong Zun's eyes were filled with killing intent.

Damn, this guy really has the gall—yesterday he got beaten up like that, and today he dares to show up, not willing to let any chance slip?

Just now, that bald donkey's move—Hong Zun couldn't believe it; if he and his senior brother had arrived even a little later, they would have seen what kind of scene.

Besides, this formation around them—obviously they came prepared, or rather they were prepared; one can see what intentions this bald donkey has.

Without a word, Hong Zun also joined the battlefield.

Seeing this, Jueyuan immediately wanted to flee, but the blood‑red‑eyed Shi Song would never agree.

The aftershock of the three saints' battle instantly appeared on the horizon; inside the dining hall, Qing Shi, Zhāng Tiānzhèn, and Bai Hua Xianzi, who had just finished eating and were lying on rocking chairs, all looked up in doubt.

"Again, that bald donkey? Why are they fighting again? Weren't they supposed to go find the senior nun?"

"I don't know."

They just got beaten yesterday, and this bald donkey shows up again; although we still don't know what happened, since Hong Zun and Shi Song have taken action, we can just follow along.

Qing Shi had already taken out his big hook, swung it slowly, aimed at Jueyuan, and directly flung the hook out.

While Jueyuan was desperately resisting the attacks of Hong Zun and Shi Song, he kept explaining.

"Wait, you've misunderstood, poor monk—I'm really just checking the senior nun's body."

"I'll check your grandma, cut the crap, bald donkey—you're dead today."

"Calm down a bit, it's really not what you think, poor monk..............."

Just then, a sudden cold sensation came from his waist; looking down, a big hook had firmly caught him.

"It's over..............."

Having experienced this feeling before, Jueyuan was, as expected, not surprised; the next second a huge force came, and his whole body was instantly jerked backward.