Chapter 172: Why Don't You Go Be a Buddha Instead

"This Lu Ren is truly far too arrogant..."

It is unknown who in the crowd abruptly said this.

Although no one else echoed the sentiment, most people were thinking the same thing in their hearts.

That's right!

Lu Ren is just too arrogant!

That is why he treats all of these cultivators present as if they were nothing.

Treasures should be possessed by those who can obtain them.

By what right does Lu Ren arrogantly snatch it away?

Now.

The Wanzhen Liuli Fire has already been lost.

Even if Long Tian'ao has no more unwillingness in his heart, he can only stop.

He gritted his teeth and leaped down from the Flying Magical Artifact in mid-air.

The reason he had boarded the Flying Magical Artifact was so that Jiufang could better look after him, and also because the fire lines in the air were the most concentrated.

But now, everything has been ruined.

Long Tian'ao feels pain in his very heart, liver, spleen, and lungs.

What's more...

He does not know if it is his imagination.

Long Tian'ao always feels that the Wanzhen Liuli Fire should have belonged to him.

Now that he has lost the Wanzhen Liuli Fire for no reason, a trace of discomfort and embarrassment remains in his heart.

And extreme panic.

It is as if he has lost something incredible.

This feeling spreads to Long Tian'ao's heart.

He clenches his fists tightly.

Looking at his appearance.

His complexion is as dark as it could possibly be.

Jiufang knows deeply where the Heart Demon in Long Tian'ao's heart lies; after landing, he stepped forward and raised his hand to gently pat Long Tian'ao on the shoulder.

He said in a deep voice: "Do not take it too much to heart; I know you are feeling bad, but do not let such a small matter become a Heart Demon on your path of cultivation."

"Although the Wanzhen Liuli Fire is indeed a good thing, your constitution is already one in ten thousand; perhaps this Wanzhen Liuli Fire could not have changed your constitution anyway."

That is how it is said.

But without ever having tried to see if it would work, how could Long Tian'ao be willing to just let it go?

Wanzhen Liuli Fire... that should have belonged to him! Lu Ren calmly looked around.

The cultivators around him had various expressions, but not a single one had the courage to come forward and demand it.

Presumably, they were also clear in their hearts.

Standing in place and saying a few words would not yet bring a fatal disaster upon themselves.

But if they said too much, or did too much...

Then whether their heads would still be on their necks in a moment would be uncertain.

Long Tian'ao had originally thought that if someone could be the first to stick their neck out for him, that would naturally be wonderful.

But as it happens, not a single person present is a fool.

He looked left and right, and after a full circle, he did not find any sign of anyone willing to step forward.

Jiufang was the same.

After looking around a circle without gaining anything, he could not help but feel an extreme sense of stifled anger in his heart.

At this moment.

It is no longer a question of where the Wanzhen Liuli Fire belongs.

He just cannot swallow this anger! After exhaling a long breath, Jiufang stood out.

He was born with a very good appearance, but the feminine quality on his face ruined this handsomeness.

At this time, this feminine great monk, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, hissed at Lu Ren.

"Lu Ren, you have taken the Wanzhen Liuli Fire with just empty words; even if treasures are for those who can obtain them, everyone present has also put in no small amount of effort for the Wanzhen Liuli Fire."

"Do you truly have the heart?"

"As everyone knows, you are the famous Lu Family Head of Dongzhou, but looking at it now, your conduct and style are no different from a robber."

"It is truly laughable!" Lu Ren looked at him quietly for a moment.

Suddenly.

Lu Ren laughed out loud.

Long Tian'ao inexplicably felt that this laugh was not because it was funny; his brows furrowed slightly.

Let alone him, Jiufang, as the person involved, could feel the unusual nature of it even more.

He was immediately somewhat annoyed: "What are you laughing at?!"

Could it be that he is mocking him?

Although he is a monk of Tongbei Temple and was raised by his senior brother from a young age, Jiufang's temperament remains unruly.

Only his senior brother can make him listen a little more.

Others...

Let alone others.

It is estimated that even if a Buddha were to appear, he might not necessarily be able to make Jiufang submit.

After all, his inherent nature is just like that.

After Lu Ren finished laughing, he looked at Jiufang's pitch-black expression and said indifferently, "You ask me what I'm laughing at? Naturally, I am laughing at you."

"This unknown fellow Daoist, I feel that since you hail from Fomen, you shouldn't be wandering outside."

What did that mean? Before Jiufang could figure out what Lu Ren's words meant, other cultivators, who had more or less long since heard that the Lu Family Head was so sharp-tongued, had already tasted the implication.

Instantly.

Quite a few people snorted and chuckled out loud.

Even though Jiufang had not yet savored or realized what it meant, his complexion had already become extremely unsightly.

At this moment, Lu Ren indifferently added the rest of what he hadn't finished saying: "My meaning is..."

"The deity enshrined in your temple shouldn't be a Buddha."

"It would be better for you to sit up there yourself; it would be better than saving all living beings."

"How about it?"

"You!" Jiufang was instantly enraged.

Now, no matter how dull or foolish he might be, he could hear that Lu Ren was blatantly mocking him for recklessly showing kindness—and showing kindness with other people's resources at that.

Jiufang, who already lacked brains and had an extremely explosive personality, yet possessed immense strength that allowed him to walk without restraint on his own turf, had his inner fury completely ignited at this moment.

His eyes turned completely gloomy, and he let out a cold sneer.

"Lu Ren, you actually dare to provoke the dignity of the monks of my Tongbei Temple."

"Today, I will use your blood to blood-sacrifice to the Buddha!"

After hearing his words, before Lu Ren could say anything, the Taotie floating beside him had already swayed over.

That round body looked extremely meaty at a glance.

But at this time, a little monk with an equally round head landed on the ground.

His expression was fierce, and he had the vigor of a newborn calf not fearing a tiger toward Jiufang; he opened his mouth and let out a roar.

"What a joke! Since when can you represent the Buddha?"

"When the old man was taking me around to swindle and bluff... ptooey, ptooey, ptooey! When the old man was taking me door-to-door to beg, I never heard that the Buddha needed blood sacrifices."

"You dishonest big monk, I'm afraid you're a fake monk!"

"Ben Aotian is going to sanction you today!"

The moment he appeared, Long Tian'ao's complexion suddenly turned extremely dark.

Long Aotian.

Long Tian'ao.

These two names placed side by side sounded exactly like brothers.

Yet, Long Tian'ao felt no joy at having gained a brother for no reason; instead, he felt extreme humiliation.

Lu Ren!

Lu Ren!

How dare he insult him like this? Long Tian'ao immediately made up his mind, turned his head, and said to Jiufang, "Senior Jiufang, I will come to assist you!"

"Today, we must properly teach Lu Ren a lesson!"

(End of this chapter)