Chapter 343: Maybe you shouldn't have come

Hearing Su Luoxing's words, Abbot Juexin was stunned. What the hell did you just say? Kill Hong Zun and them?

Don't joke. Abbot Juexin, let alone killing Hong Zun and them, as long as they don't cause trouble we'll just say Amitabha Buddha; why are you still asking me to provoke them?

Seeing Abbot Juexin silent, Su Luoxing urged.

"How about it, Abbot Juexin, let's join forces and crush Hong Zun and the others at your Putuo Temple."

Looking at Su Luoxing with a strange gaze, Abbot Juexin said speechlessly.

"That... Su Daoist friend, you know, our Fomen never interferes in the affairs of the major immortal sects."

"What did you say?"

"I say that the grudges between your Luo Xia Sect and Dao Yi Sect have nothing to do with our Fomen; don't bring this up again."

"You bastard, how did you say it when you first came to me for cooperation? And now you're telling me this?"

Back then, in order to get the Dao Yi Sect's approval, it was indeed Abbot Juexin who proactively contacted Su Luoxing.

Back then, to form an alliance with the Luo Xia Sect, Abbot Juexin had sworn on his chest that, from then on, whenever it concerned the Luo Xia Sect, his Putuo Temple would never stand by idly.

Damn it, back then you spoke of righteousness reaching the clouds, and now you tell me the Fomen doesn't get involved in the major immortal sects' affairs? You're joking with me.

But regarding this, Abbot Juexin replied with a helpless expression.

"Sorry, earlier I didn't understand the Dao Yi Sect well enough, and Su Daoist friend... let me advise you: it's not a deadly feud, so don't provoke the Dao Yi Sect in the future, really."

"Do you also think I'm not as good as Qi Xiong?"

Originally it was well-intentioned advice, but who would have thought that hearing these words would make Su Luoxing instantly fly into a rage, his eyes bloodshot as he roared.

It felt as if someone had touched his reverse scale.

"Abbot Juexin, I thought you were a remarkable person, but I didn't expect you to be a short-sighted petty person; in what way am I inferior to Qi Xiong, Su Luoxing?"

"The Dao Yi Sect doesn't dare to go to war with the Tiger Clan, my Luo Xia Sect has beaten the Tiger Clan into submission, and even the Tiger Clan demon kings personally admitted that I, Su Luoxing, am stronger than Qi Xiong, yet you can't see this."

"Fine, since you don't dare to be an enemy of the Dao Yi Sect, I'll handle it myself. Wait and see—at the Myriad Buddha Grand Assembly, I will definitely make the Dao Yi Sect look bad, and let you see that the Dao Yi Sect you fear is utterly insignificant before me, Su Luoxing."

No, Su..................

After a tirade of abuse, without waiting for Abbot Juexin's reply, Su Luoxing directly hung up the formation.

Watching the formation light curtain disappear, Abbot Juexin's mouth twitched.

What the hell gives him that confidence? And Huling?

You Luo Xia Sect and the Tiger Clan have been fighting back and forth—have you gained any advantage? As for the Dao Yi Sect, they directly damned well captured tens of thousands of Huling demon beasts to use as mounts.

What's there to compare? Moreover, the Dao Yi Sect is really not to be provoked—why won't you listen to advice?

Ah............

He let out a light sigh, and suddenly Abbot Juexin recalled Su Luoxing's earlier words: at the Myriad Buddha Grand Assembly, he would make the Dao Yi Sect look bad.

Is he coming to the Myriad Buddha Grand Assembly?

This is unacceptable—he leapt up in a single bound and immediately sprinted wildly toward the Dao Yi Sect's base.

It's not that he's worried about the Dao Yi Sect's safety; given the Dao Yi Sect's overall disposition, self-preservation is certainly no problem.

What he really fears is the Myriad Buddha Grand Assembly.

Just the Dao Yi Sect alone has Abbot Juexin on edge; adding the Luo Xia Sect, will his Fomen's Myriad Buddha Grand Assembly even happen?

Who knows how it will develop then?

No, we must inform the Dao Yi Sect as soon as possible, and if possible, get them to leave directly.

He doesn't even want the Dao Yi Sect to participate in the Myriad Buddha Grand Assembly, even though they were the ones he himself invited—but now he's afraid.

He sprinted all the way to the Dao Yi Sect's base.

"Abbot Juexin?"

At the gate, two duty disciples of Jade Maiden Peak saw the hurriedly arriving Abbot Juexin, first startled, then they clasped their hands and saluted.

Hearing that, Abbot Juexin's expression grew complex.

"Where are Daoist friends Shi Song and Hong Zun?"

"The Peak Master and them are eating in the dining hall."

"Good."

Hearing that, without explanation, Abbot Juexin rushed straight to the dining hall; just as he arrived outside, he saw a group of Putuo Temple disciples, stewards, and elders gathered there, wildly inhaling something.

"What are you doing?"

He asked suspiciously; hearing that, the crowd turned their heads, and upon seeing Abbot Juexin, they all froze—'Holy shit, how did the abbot get here?'

"I'm asking what you're doing."

"Cough, nothing much, we're just breathing fresh air here."

"Breathing fresh air?"

He looked at them incredulously: Do you really breathe like that?

I, the old monk, just saw that you only inhale and never exhale—where does the breathing come from?

Moreover, each of them is red-faced from holding their breath—is this breathing?

"Then why have you come here?"

"We're monitoring the Dao Yi Sect disciples."

"Huh???"

The more you say, the more absurd it gets—indeed we arranged people to monitor the Dao Yi Sect, but you've actually stalked them to the door of their dining hall? What kind of surveillance method is that?

In a couple more days, are you going to monitor them all the way to their beds?

Moreover, it's strange that those Dao Yi Sect disciples can even tolerate this.

There's a problem—these disciples and elders definitely have issues, but right now Abbot Juexin doesn't have time to waste words with them; he's busy looking for Hong Zun.

He passed through the crowd and went straight into the dining hall courtyard, his gaze sweeping over each of the disciples who were eating.

Hong Zun and the others hadn't found him, but in a corner Jue Xin spotted Jue Ming at a glance.

At that moment he was loudly slurping beef noodles, a big chunk of beef sliding happily into his mouth.

Seeing this, Jue Xin's eyes widened instantly.

"Jue Ming, what are you doing?"

A furious shout echoed across the courtyard; hearing it, Jue Ming froze, seeing the enraged Jue Xin striding over—this guy not only didn't stop, he sped up and finished the remaining noodles in two or three bites.

"You're still eating? Shut your mouth!"

When determination came to Jue Ming's front, this guy was busy drinking the soup.

Seeing this, Jue Xin's eyelids twitched wildly.

"Don't drink it."

Hoo hoo hoo............

"I told you to stop drinking!"

Finally having licked the bowl clean, Jue Ming then lifted his head.

"Shī xiōng, how did you come here?"

"Do you know what you're doing right now?"

"Just eating."

"You've broken your precepts!"

As one of the chief seats of Putuo Temple, he actually ate meat in public; even when he himself spoke up to stop him, this guy paid no heed, making Jue Xin's veins bulge with anger.

But regarding this, Jue Ming felt nothing was wrong.

"It's fine, Shī xiōng; I've already recast my Buddha-heart."

"What? Your Buddha-heart is gone?"

"Good fellow, breaking precepts aside, you've ruined your Buddha-heart?"

Immediately, Jue Xin grabbed Jue Ming's hand, examined him carefully, and found that Jue Ming's body had no issues—only his Buddha-heart felt somewhat unfamiliar, different from before.

"Your Buddha-heart...... is missing something?"

"Shī xiōng, you're impressive—you noticed that."

"Cut the nonsense—what exactly is missing?"

"The precepts of the Fomen."

Jue Ming replied naturally.