Chapter 771: Who Can Stand Up for the Beizhou Disciples

Green waves, clear pool.

A thin, bony Bai Shan Monk squatted quietly by the pool, scooping up chillingly cold water, tirelessly washing those beautiful, slender palms again and again.

Soon, several streaks of light silently swept over, taking human form behind him.

"How is it?" The white-robed Monk flicked the water from his fingertips, rose calmly, and turned to look back at the several Bodhisattvas.

"Venerable One..." The Bodhisattvas' faces looked somewhat grim; they lowered their heads in unison.

Beizhou was originally land governed by the Sanxian Sect, with three Sect Masters seated above, hundreds of caves and thousands of lineages inheriting below, not to mention the five Immortal Court Envoys occasionally coming to preach the Dharma.

In the past, after disguising themselves, they could at least learn some news.

But ever since the Great Selfless Jing Shi Zunzhe acted last time, beheading those several Immortal Gate disciples, the entire Beizhou's vigilance against unfamiliar faces has become an impenetrable fortress.

The strangeness of this change was no less than the events encountered in Da Nanzhou's Pozhou.

More critically, it was heard that Master Qingguang's Taixu Zhenjun suffered a setback while fighting for the Dharma seat, and now his heart is entirely set on taking their heads to restore his prestige.

Just on the road returning today to request an audience with the Jing Shi Zunzhe, they nearly had their clues caught by those Qunsanxian Sect disciples; following this trend, let alone gathering news, they themselves would likely be unable to take a single step in Beizhou.

Although the Great Selfless Jing Shi Zunzhe possesses profound realm strength, he is now deep within Sanxian Sect territory, watched by countless eyes; if he acts and is discovered, it will solidify the matter of bullying the weak with the strong, inevitably escalating the dispute between the two Sects to an irreparable degree.

"It really is similar." The Jing Shi Zunzhe wrung his hands dry, gently rubbing his palms.

"Venerable One, similar to what?" The Bodhisattvas looked up, eyes full of confusion.

"This Taixu Zhenjun, once equal in fame to our Sect's Xiang Long Fu Hu Bodhisattva."

The Jing Shi Zunzhe's lips curled slightly as he gazed into the distance ahead, speaking faintly: "Coming from Da Nanzhou to this unfamiliar place, first restraining his temper, remaining unknown, after making preparations, acting with thunderous speed, rising at an unimaginable pace, becoming famous, then attracting the attention of an elder in some Mouwei Sect, thereby joining the Toushenda Sect..."

"Don't you feel he and that Ling Ling Xu Zi are very much like the Xiang Long and Qian Bi Bodhisattvas?"

Whether cultivator or deity, every move carries the inertia of habit; a person will instinctively repeat things that once brought them sweetness.

The Taixu Zhenjun is now the most prominent figure in Beizhou; even these Qunputi Sect members have heard of him.

Hearing this, the many Bodhisattvas finally realized; they had gone to Beizhou to investigate the matter of those vanished fellow disciples, and upon reflection, this Taixu Zhenjun who suddenly left Da Nanzhou must know much of the inside story, otherwise why would he leave his native land to seek Sanxian Sect protection?

"But he has now joined the Sanxian Sect, has support, and will no longer fear our Da Nanzhou; even if we privately seek him to ask, how would this person be willing to speak the truth?"

"Then make him have no protection."

The Great Selfless Jing Shi Zunzhe withdrew his smile, his gaze turning cold: "Go capture him and bring him back; I will wait for you outside Beizhou."

He had a premonition that this person was the key to everything coming to light.

Before the words finished, the faces of the several Bodhisattvas had already become extremely strange.

They could certainly understand why the Jing Shi Zunzhe could not act personally, but relying solely on themselves, a few Hukou transformed travelers, to capture that Taixu Zhenjun within the Kaiyuan Fu under everyone's gaze before the Sanxian Sect reacted... it sounded somewhat too absurd.

Fortunately, before the few could speak, the Jing Shi Zunzhe slightly turned his palm, and a dark golden demon-subduing Zen staff emerged.

"Five-tempered Buddha Treasure..."

The moment they saw this Zen staff, the eyes of the several Bodhisattvas went straight.

Only now did they realize the Jing Shi Zunzhe was not joking, and that his regard for this matter exceeded their expectations.

This Zen staff was not the kind given to juniors for self-defense; it already counted as one of his most commonly used Buddha Treasures, a weapon used for fighting peers of the same realm, worthy of being called a right-hand man.

"Go."

The white-robed Monk lightly tossed out the Zen staff, then turned and headed toward the outside of Beizhou.

Once this Zen staff appeared, he could not remain here; otherwise, those Jin Xian would surely come out in full force, leaving him no chance to escape.

The several Bodhisattvas jointly received the Zen staff, their hands trembling slightly as they rubbed this cold treasure; having undergone five temperings, it meant it contained a full five hundred thousand calamity forces; even if the few of them joined hands, they could only unleash two or three tenths of its power, yet that far exceeded the foundation of a Jiu Jiu transformation cultivator.

With this object at their side, capturing a third-rank True Person would be no difficulty.

Beizhou, Kaiyuan Fu.

From the initial desolation to the current stream of cultivators coming and going without cease, only one month had passed.

The reason lay with that You Yao True Person.

Everyone wanted to know how this struggle would end, and whether the sudden appearance of Junior Uncle Ling Xu meant that the elders had also developed disputes.

But in the end, this Jiang Shijie You Yao, having suffered heavy losses, actually turned her thoughts toward that group of Puti Sect Monks.

This meant that this matter really ended so perfunctorily.

The Taixu Zhenjun became the first among all Beizhou fellow disciples to successfully snatch food from the tiger's mouth from You Yao's grasp, thereby practically occupying the Kaiyuan Fu Dharma seat.

Within the Sanxian Sect, those who could exclusively occupy a Fu were all great disciples of various lineages, deeply followed by many fellow disciples; let alone that this Kaiyuan Fu was taken with such weight.

Now that Jiang Shijie You Yao did not intend to pursue the matter further, naturally, Shen Yi also became a hot bun in the eyes of many disciples.

"Zhu Shixiong Taixu, a small gift, specially come to congratulate you."

A disciple came with a face full of smiles, only to find it hard even to squeeze into the crowd.

According to the rules, the address between disciples of the same lineage was calculated by entry time into the Sect; even if not of the same lineage, fellow disciples mostly followed this courtesy.

But the many disciples seemed to have forgotten this rule, all addressing him as Zhu Shixiong.

"Taixu... Taixu Zhu Shixiong."

Hao Ming True Person squeezed his body out; even though he had prepared himself mentally beforehand, at this moment he still felt embarrassed, his face flushed as he shouted out this "Zhu Shixiong."

"Quickly apologize to Zhu Shixiong for your previous rudeness!"

After performing the bow, Hao Ming grabbed the timid Hua Ming behind him and dragged him out, pushing him down to kneel on the ground.

Hua Ming had long lost his previous arrogance; staring blankly at the back of the figure sitting quietly by the cliff edge ahead, he could hardly imagine that Jiang Shijie You Yao, who was so high and mighty, who could suppress Zhu Shixiong without a word, would also suffer a setback at the other's hands.

"Zhu Shixiong Taixu!"

The next moment, he hurriedly prostrated himself, kowtowing heavily.

Seeing this, the disciples all fell silent, standing in place, quietly glancing at Hao Ming True Person.

The Taixu Zhenjun's original Dharma seat was Tashan; Hao Ming was the closest to him, so they must have had a conflict during the struggle for the Dharma seat; now seeing the situation was wrong, he came to submit.

This matter was common in Beizhou; it was not considered shameful.

Just refusing to appear in person and pushing a junior brother forward to admit fault is something that makes people look down on you.

"It's all trivial matters, let it go."

Shen Yi turned his gaze, and on his Bai Xi face there was no arrogance after suddenly gaining power; he merely glanced casually at this senior-junior pair before withdrawing his gaze.

Seeing this, the other disciples finally stood up again, one after another echoing, "Zhu Shixiong Taixu has a heart as vast as a valley, inspiring respect!"

Compared to the deliberate flattery before, this statement carried a bit more sincerity.

Everything fears comparison; both are fighting for a dojo, look at Jiang Shijie Youyao, wasn't it that she was the one being fought over, yet she fought others and suffered losses, and afterwards actually wanted to kill people directly.

Look at Zhu Shixiong Taixu again; these two came right to his door, yet he let them go with a light remark.

A dispute over a dojo should be like this to manifest the grandeur of a great sect.

You must know, this senior brother just came from Da Nanzhou, yet his actions are even more in line with the rules than the geniuses of Beizhou.

"Thank you, senior brother; we shall take our leave now."

Hao Ming Zhenren felt his face burning and hurriedly grabbed Huaming before riding clouds away from Tashan.

The other disciples, seeing Shen Yi's quiet nature, did not dare to disturb him further and one after another clasped their hands to take their leave.

"Elders, please come this way."

Several junior disciples from Lingxu Cave stood straight, holding smiles, and respectfully saw the guests off.

Since this great calamity began, when has our lineage ever had such face? Let alone the other fellow disciples, even they felt this newly arrived junior uncle was far stronger than the eldest senior brother.

Just as everyone took a step, one with higher cultivation suddenly frowned, looking up at the sky with suspicion: "Hmm?"

Soon, the rest also reacted, shouting sternly, "Who is spying from the sky!"

The aura that spilled out was clearly incompatible with the members of the Sanxian Sect.

One disciple waved his large hand, his sleeve turning into a thousand zhang wide, sweeping fiercely across the blue sky and Bai Yun like a surging silver waterfall: "Hiding your head and showing your tail, get out here for this seat!"

This sweep was no small matter; by the time the Bai Yun scattered, revealing several shiny bald heads, almost everyone stood stunned in place.

They never dreamed in their wildest dreams that the villain of the Puti Sect, whom the sect had been desperately pursuing, would so abruptly step into Kaiyuan Prefecture.

"Zhu Shixiong Taixu, these thieves dare to violate your dojo; watch as this junior brother relieves you of your troubles."

Once they clearly saw the cultivation levels of the several Bodhisattvas transformed by Huang Liuliu, four or five figures immediately shot out from around Tashan, all of them having achieved a certain realm.

In the eyes of the Sanxian Sect members now, what these monks had on their necks was not just heads, but excellent merit, and the source of the suppressed anger in everyone's hearts.

"..."

The several Bodhisattvas looked at the flowing light before them, narrowed their eyes, without the slightest hesitation, and together mobilized the surging Jinhe; on the crest of the Jinhe waves, a dark golden meditation staff was held high, radiating rosy light that nearly covered the entire sky.

"Buddha Treasure!"

At the moment this rosy light fell, the few who had just shot up, along with the many cultivators on the mountain, instinctively scattered like startled birds.

They stared straight at the meditation staff, their faces filling with shock.

When did Mount Nan Xumi become so wealthy that such a terrifying Buddha Treasure was entrusted to a few ordinary monks to handle?

Such good things, even as disciples of a great sect, I fear even Li Shan and Youyao might not be able to produce one.

Before everyone could come to their senses, the several Bodhisattvas, already tense to the extreme, roared out: "Everyone, we are here today for Taixu; miscellaneous people, leave quickly; we will absolutely not cause further trouble!"

Beizhou is the territory of the Sanxian Sect; even holding the meditation staff, once those Hongze Daxian reacted, even if they had a thousand lives, they would find it hard to escape.

Thus, their strike was a killing move, intending to directly frighten these cultivators away.

"..."

Everyone came to their senses, and many faces already showed a strange expression.

Although good things take time, this Zhu Shixiong Taixu is simply too unlucky; first he was targeted by Jiang Shijie Youyao, and after finally having a quiet period, he was immediately surrounded by these monks.

Even bringing out such a terrifying Buddha Treasure, they still wanted to take down the opponent.

"Zhu Shixiong, rest assured; Beizhou is not a place for these monks to act recklessly!"

After all, their acquaintance was shallow; although they shouted these words, many disciples still consciously shot out of the range of the rosy light; some hurried back to report to their elders, while the rest, too embarrassed to leave directly, could only watch from afar, and in the meantime silently mourn for this newly entered senior brother.

"Hoo."

The several Bodhisattvas took this scene into their eyes and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

They looked down, and then their expressions stiffened slightly; they saw that the Bai Shan youth, although standing up, still stood at the cliff edge, with absolutely no intention of fleeing.

The Bodhisattvas' eyelids twitched slightly; indeed, this was a existence capable of wrestling with Youyao; seeing the Buddha Treasure, he could still remain calm.

"Taixu Zhenjun, do not resist; perhaps you can still keep one life... do not force us!"

Even they themselves lacked confidence in saying these words; although they sought this person just to ask questions, even if they found out the truth and discovered he had nothing to do with it, since he had seen the true form of the Great Self-Purifying Jing Jing Shi Pusa, how could they possibly let him leave alive?

Before the words had fully faded, the golden rings on that meditation staff clattered, the ear-piercing sound waves making everyone's facial features twitch, and even mobilizing calamity power became extremely sluggish.

Buddha sound subdues demons!

In the hands of several Bodhisattvas, it could already produce such effects; it was hard to imagine that if a Great Self-Purifying Venerable held this staff, they would probably be stripped of even the ability to flee.

In an instant, the entire meditation staff slowly stood upright, the staff body exploding a thousand or ten thousand times larger, like a heavenly pillar hanging in the void, then fiercely falling toward Tashan.

Feeling the turbulent calamity power, the many disciples who were already extremely far away looked terrified and shot out again.

This time, they were too lazy to even say comforting words to Shen Yi.

After all, those words were for the living to hear, and among third-rank cultivators, it should be very difficult for anyone to preserve their life from this attack.

If this staff were to fall squarely on Tashan.

The entire Kaiyuan Prefecture would probably have no survivors left.

"..."

Shen Yi was within the rosy light; that ear-piercing Buddha sound seemed to have no great effect on him.

He raised his head slightly, gazing at that falling meditation staff.

In the void behind him, wisps of black clouds spread out, at a speed barely visible to the naked eye, quickly transforming into a giant shadow as high as the sky curtain; that surging black cloud was like flames dyed by ink, rising fiercely, stirring up a momentum to burn the sky!

"Void things, scatter for me!"

The few Bodhisattvas saw at a glance that this giant shadow was vast yet formless, fitting the impression that the Grand Void Dao Fruit was unsuited to direct combat.

If that was all the opponent had, this single staff strike alone should have been enough to take them down.

The Monk's face showed a look of delight.

Yet in the blink of an eye, the black-cloud giant shadow extended a hand with blurred outlines, and right before their eyes, slowly grasped that Zen staff.

The black cloud that should have been scattered by the staff strike churned violently, yet never truly dispersed.

It gripped the Zen staff and lightly tapped the staff's butt against the mountain peak.

Clang—

A crisp sound transformed into an invisible sonic wave that spread outward, halting the fleeing disciples, stunning the Bodhisattvas in the air, and causing the bewildered, wide-eyed commoners to unconsciously gape.

Before the small immortal shrine, on the high cliff where the mountain wind howled.

Shen Yi stood at ease, robes snapping in the wind; behind him, the giant shadow held the Zen staff and regarded the few monks ahead with an indifferent gaze.

"We—"

The five Bodhisattvas were shrouded by that enormous shadow, feeling their mouths go dry, stifled to the point of near suffocation.

(End of this chapter)