Chapter 333: High Monk and Demon Master, Little Friend, how long do you intend to watch the show?

"Namo Amitabha!"

Following this ethereal and pleasant Buddhist chant, the grey-clad old monk slowly steps into the entrance of the Sima family's carriage pavilion.

The moonlight is bright!

The mottled bamboo shadows in the bamboo forest are swaying, making the old monk's temperament appear increasingly serene and solemn.

The old monk's gaze sweeps over the corpses lying across the ground, deep compassion flowing in his eyes.

He chants softly again: "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Mahasattva!"

This Buddhist chant is like a spring breeze brushing the face, actually allowing the hearts of everyone present to receive a trace of comfort.

Shen Kuan stares fixedly at the old monk, attempting to peek at his cultivation, yet it is as if he is facing an ordinary person, unable to see through him.

The old monk's temperament is truly too strange to be considered an ordinary person.

Another expert!

Xu Yuexi looks at the old monk's attire, deep in thought.

The lame old man's heart tightens; he always feels that this grey-robed old monk is familiar in his memory, yet he cannot recall specific memories.

Xu Jiangxian stares at the old monk, his brows gradually relaxing, a meaningful smile curling at the corners of his mouth:

"Unexpectedly, coming to Above Bianjing this time, I can encounter so many old friends here."

"Master, it has been many years, I hope you have been well!"

His tone is like old friends reuniting, filled with intimacy and emotion.

In the whole world, how many people can be called "Master" by the Demon Master Xu Jiangxian?

The lame old man hears this, and his gaze falls involuntarily on the old monk's grey cloth shoes.

In an instant!

He remembers the identity of this old monk as if struck by lightning.

Master Lianchi of the Southern Buddhist Kingdom!

The Twelfth Ancestor of the Buddhist Eastern Saint Sect, named Xiao Nai, courtesy name Fohui, title Lianchi, is a world-renowned peerless high monk!

Born to a high-caste Brahmin family in the Buddhist Kingdom, he received the precepts at seventeen and was known for his learning and wisdom.

Influenced by Buddhism, he placed his heart in the Pure Land.

At twenty-two, he followed secular customs, married, and started a family. However, three years later, he resolutely abandoned the red dust, becoming a monk at Zhaoqing Temple in the third year, receiving the full precepts from the presiding lawyer at Zhaoqing Temple.

He refined the Buddha-recitation Samadhi, taught far and near, gathered disciples, and thus formed a forest of monks.

He penetrated the eight sufferings of life, strictly observed the eight precepts of Buddhism, and received the inheritance of the highest secret Buddhist scriptures, the "Ksitigarbha Three Sutras," "Yi Jin Jing," and "Jin Gang Indestructible Body Divine Art," his cultivation reaching the level of creation.

While traveling the world, he created the "Jin Gang Zen Tathagata Jade Hand."

This technique is fierce and unparalleled, extremely masculine, and can be called the best in the world.

Years ago, he once engaged in a world-shaking battle with the Demon Master Xu Jiangxian in the north, the two evenly matched, difficult to distinguish the winner.

Afterward, he entered Ze Lake alone, drove away the demons, and from then on became famous throughout the world, shaking the world!

People in the world compiled the strong of the current age into a book; except for that Academy Master who is truly invincible and not in this book.

And not involving the four kingdoms' courts, there is a saying:

"Four Masters, two Daoists, one Demon, one Monk!"

The one demon refers to the Eternal Heaven's Demon Master Xu Jiangxian, and the one monk refers to the Southern Buddhist Kingdom's Master Lianchi.

Such people have all crossed the nine realms of martial arts, refining their Primordial Spirit to an extremely high realm, true world-class Grandmasters.

The lame old man Shen Qi is shocked in his heart.

The Demon Master and Master Lianchi have both sneaked into Above Bianjing.

Shen Kuan is completely numb; in this small carriage pavilion, two world-renowned Grandmasters have gathered.

These people are not easily met by ordinary people.

What kind of dog-shit luck is this today? He dares not move even more now, fearing to be caught in the crossfire, caught in a dilemma.

This matter must be blamed on this Xie Guan; if not for him, how could such a thing happen.

Xu Yuexi's eyes reveal a trace of light.

She knows that Master Lianchi is an existence capable of contending with the Demon Master Xu Jiangxian; his appearance might bring a glimmer of survival for her and her daughter in this desperate situation.

The old monk walks step by step to the front of the crowd.

His steps are steady, as if every step is treading on the heartstrings of the crowd.

Xu Yuexi, her daughter, and the three guards approach the old monk involuntarily; they feel the aura of compassion and peace emanating from the old monk, a surge of inexplicable security rising in their hearts.

Behind the Demon Master is Zhu Ziqian, and further behind are the lame old man and Shen Kuan.

The two groups are "clearly divided"!

Appearing to be in a standoff.

The old monk speaks: "Amitabha, I didn't expect that after disappearing for many years, this donor would be in the north, and I didn't expect to reunite in Above Bianjing today."

Master Lianchi slowly raises his head; his eyes seem to have a piece of golden glaze, crystal clear and transparent, containing the thought of saving all living beings.

The eerie feeling in the carriage pavilion is swept away, replaced by serenity and harmony.

Xu Jiangxian's eyes grow increasingly weathered, seemingly containing the artistic conception of all things withering, making people feel an indescribable weight and suppression.

The auras of the two are drawn to each other, as if forming an invisible confrontation, even the falling bamboo leaves suspended in the air, motionless.

The few people around are shrouded by this powerful aura, unable to move, as if trapped in a quagmire.

Zhu Ziqian's eyes grow increasingly fervent; he longs to obtain this power, believing that as long as he possesses such power, worldly power, reputation, and women will follow one after another, kneeling at his feet.

The lame old man knows the power of Grandmaster experts; he has seen his own Master's terror, and these two are people whose fame is no less than his Master's.

Fortunately, he was originally of the Ninth Grade strength and can barely resist.

However!

Shen Kuan's situation is not very good; his Primordial Spirit Star-Opening cultivation is truly like a small boat.

He feels as if he is being converted by Buddhism, giving rise to a feeling of wanting to become a monk and escape into the empty gate.

Immediately afterward, he feels the artistic conception of all things withering and heaven sending out killing intent, his heart's killing intent rising and falling.

The tug-of-war between two different states of mind makes him miserable, feeling as if his entire head is about to explode, the star patterns on his forehead flickering unsteadily.

Just at this moment!

The old monk's eyes slowly close again, and the tit-for-tat aura disappears.

The surrounding atmosphere suddenly becomes relaxed, and everyone is able to escape from that suppression and restraint.

"Congratulations to the donor, cultivation broken and then established, death followed by life, great enlightenment, cultivation progressed to a realm that the Demon Sect has never touched in a thousand years."

Xu Yuexi is the one who understands the old monk's words most deeply; she also comes from the Golden Family of the Eternal Heaven and knows the rules and inheritance of the clan like the back of her hand.

The Golden Family is inherently about the strong eating the weak, bloodline devouring bloodline to enhance one's own strength.

A family born full of filth, generations of internal intermarriage, even fathers taking their own daughters as wives, to maintain the purity of the Golden Family's bloodline.

To awaken the bloodline, they kill their own relatives and friends.

Because those who carry the Golden Bloodline are naturally suited for cultivation, and those with powerful bloodlines are even born with miracles like "Golden Eyes" or "Golden Hands."

Fathers view their children as fish on a chopping board, food to enhance their bloodline.

This Xu Jiangxian is a clansman with the same father as her, and how brilliant he is; there were seventy or eighty people in their generation, and only he reversed-killed his father, cultivated the Golden Bloodline to the extreme, became the head of the family, and became the master of the Demon Sect.

It was precisely because of this that she escaped the grasslands.

However!

This Demon Master Xu Jiangxian did not choose to be the master of the grasslands, to enjoy that supreme glory and power.

Instead, he chose to pursue a higher realm.

To get rid of the constraints of the Golden Family's bloodline, he excised his own Golden Bloodline, abolished his cultivation, and began to cultivate again.

Xu Jiangxian smiles: "Master Lianchi, you flatter me."

His eyes grow a bit more emotional: "I thought that after leaving the ice plains, there would be no more opponents in the world except for those few people."

"Unexpectedly, the first old friend I met since coming out of seclusion."

"And I didn't expect that you, Master, would also take a step further."

Master Lianchi recites a Buddhist verse lightly: "Bodhi originally has no tree, the bright mirror is also not a stand, originally there is nothing, where can dust arise."

"It's just that at my age, I finally understand the Master's principle of 'do not seek outward'."

Mentioning the Master, both of them have a bit more wariness in their eyes.

Between the two, no move was made.

Xu Jiangxian stands with his hands behind his back, his demeanor leisurely, like an elegant scholar touring a garden.

The old monk presses his hands together, wearing a thin grey garment, his sleeves fluttering lightly with the wind.

Xu Yuexi pulls Sima Muqing tightly, and the two kneel on the ground together.

Xu Yuexi begs Master Lianchi: "Please, Master Lianchi, save the lives of our mother and daughter."

The three guards also hurriedly pay respects to this venerable old monk; facing a Grandmaster-level expert, they dare not have the slightest negligence.

Xu Jiangxian smiles slightly, his gaze turning to Master Lianchi, saying: "Today I am just here to handle some family matters; does the Master also want to stop me?"

Master Lianchi shakes his head lightly: "I was entrusted by someone to come to Above Bianjing; this person was kind to me years ago, and I should repay this kindness."

An invisible force gently lifts Xu Yuexi and the others.

The old monk's voice sounds again: "You don't need to be so polite, get up."

Xu Yuexi hears this, tears streaming down her face; she, who had already fallen into despair, now seems to see the hope of life.

Xu Jiangxian looks up at the sky, changing the subject:

"Now that the Flower Banquet has begun, doesn't the Master want to go and take a look? That is a rare grand event in the world."

"This girl carries the Golden Bloodline; asking me to leave easily is truly difficult."

"If we fight here, I fear it will only let others reap the benefits."

The conversation between the two, although brief, reveals a subtle balance and tacit understanding.

Xu Yuexi and the others look nervous.

The old monk just shakes his head.

Xu Yuexi sees this and finally breathes a sigh of relief.

Xu Jiangxian smiles: "Master, coming to Above Bianjing, don't you want to know what that Master intends to do? Laying out plans in the human world for seven hundred years, then hiding behind the scenes, what is it for?"

He looks up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, his tone leisurely:

"What we seek is nothing but the two words 'ascension', right? Years of bitter cultivation, the other shore of transcending the mortal world."

The middle-aged man looks at Lianchi with focused expression:

"This world is full of strife and suffering; there is no true Pure Land, nor is there a legendary Buddhist Kingdom."

"Master, don't you want to go to that legendary Paradise and take a look?"

The old monk's eyes are rarely startled, murmuring in his mouth:

"Ascend to the Paradise!"

Xu Jiangxian says in a deep voice: "In my Holy Sect, there is the Golden Ancestor who ascended to this realm."

"I, Xu Jiangxian, also yearn for it, wanting to inherit the will of my predecessors."

The old monk hears this, silent for a moment, then says slowly: "The Master is the person in this world who most wants to ascend."

Xu Jiangxian nods lightly.

At this moment!

The lame old man suddenly interrupts, respectfully: "Demon Master and Master Lianchi, I have no intention of offending you both, but may I be allowed to leave? I truly do not wish to be involved in such strife."

Shen Kuan also hurriedly echoes: "This little one too, I will take my leave now."

Xu Jiangxian looks at the two, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth: "You two came here, wasn't it to kill? Now that the main characters have arrived, you want to leave?"

His gaze turns to the carriage pavilion next door, pointing at something.

His voice is not loud, but it echoes in the empty pavilion like an echo:

"Little friend, how long do you intend to watch the show? Why not show yourself."

The old monk also noticed long ago that there were others hiding here, and said.

"Namo Amitabha!"

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A middle-aged man's voice echoes around the carriage.

"Little friend, how long do you intend to watch the show? Why not show yourself?"

The voice is gentle and powerful, yet reveals an unquestionable majesty.

The young man hiding in the dark of the carriage finally opens his eyes slowly.

His eyes reveal a calmness and steadiness that is completely inconsistent with his age.

At the same time, the coachman in the carriage has long been scared out of his wits by this conversation; he curls up in the corner of the carriage, covering his ears tightly with both hands.

"Can't hear, I can't hear anything..."

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【You hear the voice outside in the carriage.】

【The voice sounds as if it came from the edge of the sky, echoing around the carriage.】

【Voice transmission over a thousand miles!】

【Facing this matter... you decide.】

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 334 =====