Chapter 248

That monk stepped on the monstrous giant waves, sinking and floating, his brocade kasaya shining brilliantly. Clearly, the Buddha light was dazzling, yet it revealed an indescribable evil nature.

The Primordial Dan Realm disciples of various sects stopped driving their Golden Dans and looked forward one after another.

Heng Xian also walked to the cabin door.

At this time, the monk put his palms together, facing the crowd, his voice like thunder: "The sea of suffering is boundless, turn back and you are at the shore!"

This sentence seemed to have a strange magic, making people feel a trace of retreat for no reason.

Niu Wanli, Yu Qiuyi, Liu Yu, and the group looked at each other. Ye Hongxue shouted in a deep voice: "Does the Master think this strange sea is the sea of suffering?"

The monk laughed loudly: "There are many monsters in the sea, choosing people to devour. If it's not the sea of suffering, what is it? The sea of suffering is boundless, turn back and you are at the shore!"

This second roar, heard by the people present, made the heart of retreat even heavier.

Finally, the disciples of the various sects on the two boats behind shouted loudly: "We won't break into the ruins anymore, let us out!"

Yu Qiuyi, with Primordial Dan cultivation, was not much affected, and shouted loudly: "We break into the ruins to obtain inheritance and fate opportunities, to cultivate the boundless Dao, so that we can truly escape the sea of suffering!"

The monk laughed even louder: "You cannot obtain fate opportunities. The sea of suffering is boundless, turn back and you are at the shore!"

The third shout made almost everyone below the Primordial Dan Realm feel the urge to retreat.

A group of sect disciples shouted crazily: "Let us go back!"

Yu Qiuyi and the group looked at each other, wanting to say more.

"Shut up, all of you!"

Heng Xian on the "behemoth" couldn't hold it anymore, pointed at the monk, and was furious: "If you don't cross the sea of suffering, how can you escape the sea of suffering? You monk, as a member of the Buddhist sect, don't ferry people to the other shore, but instead persuade people to turn back, inducing inner demons in people. If you don't retreat, the Buddha will blame you, and heavenly thunder will strike you to death!"

"You..." The monk's expression was horrified, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a skeleton and sank into the sea.

"What are you doing? That monk might be the guide!" Yu Qiuyi looked up in anger.

Heng Xian said coldly: "There are monsters all over this sea, who would guide you? As a major sect disciple, your thinking is too naive. Now the inner demons have appeared, wait to receive the move!"

Yu Qiuyi and the others wanted to say more, but the nun Yuanyao chanted a Buddha name: "The cat-faced benefactor's words make sense. That monk's Buddhist thoughts are wrong, evil and hateful!"

Niu Wanli hesitated: "If this monk is an evil monk, then what does he want to..."

Before finishing the sentence, the dozen or so boats suddenly shook violently, and were fiercely thrown into the high sky by the surging water flow.

And directly below, a huge monster appeared.

Its eyes were blood-red and the size of a lake, with a single horn, two whiskers, and a blood-red mouth ten li wide.

Including Heng Xian's "behemoth," thirteen boats became like thirteen sesame seeds in the monster's mouth.

The blood-red giant mouth was like an endless abyss, swallowing toward the sky.

This scene scared the low-cultivation sect disciples into losing their voices one after another.

"Sure enough, inner demons are born from inner demons!" Niu Wanli shouted, "Don't panic, keep your heart and one, maintain a clear spiritual platform, sit down and practice!"

"The Dao is formless, heaven moves and earth is still, there is no constant..." Yu Qiuyi immediately formed seals with both hands, chanting words in their mouth.

The nun Yuanyao also had Buddhist beads in one hand and formed a palm seal with the other: "Everything is illusory, not born and not destroyed, not dirty and not clean, never increasing. Those with form are born from the formless, and those without can give birth to form. All scatter..."

The remaining disciples sat down one after another, chanting words.

On the "behemoth," Heng Xian shook his head, sat down, and silently chanted the calming mantra.

"Boom—"

For a time, the sky shook and the earth moved, and then it fell into endless darkness.

In his ears, there were faint sounds of people's fear and shouting.

And then everything disappeared.

I don't know how long it took, Heng Xian suddenly opened his eyes and looked outside.

The sky was already slightly bright, and the sea surface had returned to calm.

His "behemoth" was sailing forward slowly, but there wasn't half a boat left around.

He got up and walked outside, looking around, frowning slightly: "Are they all dead?"

Just at this moment, a wooden board drifted over from not far away, with a person faintly lying on it.

Heng Xian considered it, but chose to save the person, went down to the first floor, and drove the boat to slowly approach.

When he got close, he found it was none other than the nun Yuanyao of Lingtai Mountain, who was covered in wounds and bloodstains at this time.

He pulled her up, tested her breath, and fortunately, she was just unconscious.

Heng Xian carried the nun back to the cabin, first gave her a pill to restore vitality and cleaned her wounds, and then practiced to heal her.

The nun Yuanyao herself had Primordial Dan cultivation and deep magic power, and soon woke up. Looking around, she immediately forced herself to stand up and left Heng Xian a distance away: "You..."

Heng Xian wiped his hands: "Shouldn't I have saved you?"

Yuanyao's expression relaxed, and she put her palms together: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for your kindness in saving me!"

Heng Xian walked to the window and looked outside: "How many of you are still alive?"

Yuanyao sighed, her face full of compassion: "Hard to say. The inner demons were too heavy, eyes couldn't see, spiritual sense couldn't probe, and it seemed other strange things attacked. My ears were full of chewing sounds. This little nun injured her Golden Dan, I'm afraid they are also in danger!"

Heng Xian said "Oh," sat to the side, and poured two bowls of tea.

Yuanyao hesitated for a moment, sat opposite him, and looked at him with curiosity: "You seem to understand a lot. How many people do you think can be left?"

Heng Xian said: "Don't know!"

Yuanyao was a bit embarrassed and quietly picked up a cup of tea and sipped it.

"I heard that Lingtai Mountain is very large, and in the Eastern Region cultivation world, it is the most profound?" Heng Xian looked at Yuanyao.

Yuanyao was surprised: "Who did you hear that from?"

"Heard it on the street!" Heng Xian said.

Yuanyao thought for a while and said: "Perhaps it's because of our Abbot, Master Shanfa! Master Shanfa has already broken through to the Transformation Deity Realm, peeking at the light of ten thousand Buddhas. It is said that in the same realm, he rarely has an opponent, second only to the Great Elder of the Divine Calculation Palace!"

Heng Xian nodded: "I heard you have a monk named Yuantong on Lingtai Mountain?"

Yuanyao smiled reluctantly: "A new disciple who repeatedly breaks the precepts, his talent is good, it's just that his personality is a bit strange!"

"Strange personality?" Heng Xian was curious.

Yuanyao was a bit embarrassed: "He doesn't respect his senior sisters very much!"

Heng Xian almost laughed out loud.

The two chatted casually for a few more sentences, and the sky outside was completely bright, and the sea surface was calm.

Heng Xian walked out of the cabin and looked at the boundless sea surface.

Where the naked eye could see, there was still not half a boat, and the air was still bone-chillingly cold.

He looked at the seawater below. The water quality was very clear, and there were many strange fish swimming around, and there seemed to be other things below.

I don't know if those sect disciples are all dead?!

He opened the "Mysterious Yellow Heavenly Hexagram" to calculate, and fortunately, there were still quite a few people.

Turning back to the cabin, he couldn't help but be stunned.

The nun Yuanyao was gone!

The cabin was large, but it could be seen at a glance. Where could she go?

He couldn't help but look at the two separate small rooms, walked to the door of the first one, and pushed it open to look inside.

At this look, he was dumbfounded.

The nun Yuanyao was in there, alright, but she was stark naked, facing him.

It must be said, her figure was great, convex and concave, plus her delicate and pretty features, her bright red lips and somewhere, giving people a kind of great charm.

Heng Xian's brain was instantly filled with countless images—

The Lamp Grass Monk, the Beautiful Nun Nunnery, the Pretty Nun under the Moon...

Until the door closed with a "bang," and the nun's angry scolding came from inside: "Lecher!"

(End of this chapter)