Chapter 80

It's not a simple double jump—it's a trash-tier double jump that can only be used once per hour.

Though he said it that way, Tang Luo was still quite satisfied with these Light-Spirit Treads.

The first attached skill can be perfectly and practically used in any situation.

The second skill is even better, more practical than the double jump in the game.

The double jump only goes upward, but this "Step on Void" allows jumping forward, backward, left, or right at will.

It's just that the cooldown is quite long— a full hour. It can only be used like a "killer's mace," for emergencies, not regular use.

Tang Luo remembered that equipment skills cannot be upgraded.

No matter how you put it, as equipment, it's definitely better than Tang Luo's plain blessed shoes.

After putting on the shoes and testing the skill, Tang Luo transformed into a moon-white hue, matching his clothes.

The original boots were taken off; after a few days, the original blessing effect would fade, turning them into ordinary shoes, no need to deliberately bring them back.

Blessing also has a time limit—there is no permanent blessing, or rather, permanent blessing requires consuming merit power to maintain.

Tang Luo's blessings on gods and demons walking in mission worlds usually last three days.

For item blessings, it depends on the situation. With the same degree and consumption, item blessings last longer in duration.

"... Did I not die?" Qing Lang woke from unconsciousness, recalling the scene at that time.

It seemed that before she shattered her heart meridians, that demon monk knocked her unconscious.

Where is she now?

Beneath her is a soft cushion, and the surroundings are swaying?

Qing Lang jolted upright, discovering she was inside a rather luxurious and spacious carriage.

The demon monk Xuanzang sat beside her, a small square table at hand, with a pot of tea brewed, sipping leisurely.

"Demon monk!" Qing Lang shouted sharply.

"The Bodhisattva has awakened." Tang Luo said with a relaxed posture, "We've already left Anshan City, heading south— I don't know if the direction is correct?"

Qing Lang gave no reply, closed her eyes, preparing to try again.

"Oh?" Tang Luo showed a hint of approval.

Suicide, when stopped by others and then attempted again, is rare— few have such courage.

Especially not from despair or utter hopelessness, but a firm will to die.

A second act of self-sacrifice— such resolve, Tang Luo found acceptable.

That the Wuyai Sect could cultivate such a disciple shows it's clearly not some evil cult.

"Huh?" Qing Lang, eyes still closed, reopened them.

She found her heart meridians and other vital points covered with a layer of extremely gentle power.

Though gentle, it was abnormally tough— her remaining strength could not break through at all.

Qing Lang even felt that if she forcibly broke through, this power, gentle to the extreme, would instantly repair her injuries.

In other words, she couldn't even commit suicide now.

As for biting her tongue to die— that's just talk.

Remember, simply biting off one's tongue won't kill you; in most cases, it only causes pain so intense you pass out.

"Bodhisattva need not waste time." Tang Luo said, "I have already blessed you— I guarantee your safety."

"You..."

Blessing?

Clearly a normal word— why does it sound so strange coming from this monk's mouth?

It seems so— so—

Qing Lang said nothing, leaning against the carriage wall, eyes vacant, looking utterly broken.

But after leaning for a while, she had to sit up straight again.

This carriage really shakes, especially on slightly bumpy roads— leaning your head against the side wall, it shakes so hard you could bite your tongue off.

Qing Lang saw Tang Luo sitting as steady as Mount Tai.

The small teacup in his hand seemed to shake, yet not a single drop of water spilled.

This skill is far beyond her reach.

The carriage fell silent, only occasional whip cracks and the horses' snorts drifting in.

"What exactly do you want?" After a long while, Qing Lang couldn't help but ask.

"I don't want to repeat myself a second time." Tang Luo said, "If the Bodhisattva has idle thoughts to question, better to ponder whether what I said is true or false."

Qing Lang gave a soft hum, said nothing more, but began recalling every detail of her encounters with this demon monk.

Then she realized— this demon monk truly seemed to harbor no killing intent toward her.

"Soul Search."

As Qing Lang sank into thought, Tang Luo suddenly said.

"What?" She instinctively lifted her head and asked.

"Three days."

Tang Luo said, "Three days from now, if the Bodhisattva still refuses to bring me to the Wuyai Sect, I will directly search her soul, find the sect's location, and then destroy your sect."

"..."

Just now I thought you had no killing intent!

"Bodhisattva, consider well— I come with good intentions." Tang Luo said with a smile.

In Qing Lang's eyes, this smile naturally showed no goodwill.

Time passed bit by bit, and three days arrived in a flash.

Qinglang's expression was dazed, her face taking on an unusual pallor.

In reality, her injuries had already recovered considerably; she shouldn't be in this state.

But the pressure Tang Luo exerted on her was truly immense.

The carriage continued to jolt forward.

Over these three days, they certainly didn't spend all their time in the carriage; at night, they would seek out nearby towns or villages to stay for the night.

Tang Luo appeared like an enlightened high monk, generous in his actions, making the journey quite comfortable overall.

But this was only physical comfort; mentally, Qinglang was already on the verge of collapse.

A faint sound came from ahead.

Qinglang's body trembled, she snapped her head around, and saw Tang Luo rise to his feet in the spacious carriage, walking toward her.

A hand extended, already resting on her head, the movement gentle, as if stroking a pet.

"I said—" Qinglang screamed, her entire vitality instantly "drained."

She had lost, utterly defeated by this demonic monk.

"Shan." Tang Luo's hand, still resting on Qinglang's head, did not withdraw.

"I will speak, I will speak."

Qinglang struggled involuntarily, her voice choked with tears; this time she truly wept, weeping bitterly.

"The poor monk merely performs enlightenment and healing for the female bodhisattva." Tang Luo soothed.

Elder Tang is a meticulous person.

Since we are cooperating, let us proceed with enlightenment and healing.

Feeling the warm current from above her head permeating her entire body, Qinglang's evasive body stilled; she wanted to resist, dared not, yet deep in her heart, inexplicably felt some reluctance to let go.

"It actually takes five months?" Inside the carriage, Tang Luo further confirmed.

"Yes, if traveling day and night, the time could be shortened somewhat." Qinglang nodded, her tone carrying a fragility she had never possessed before.

"Then we cannot continue by carriage." Tang Luo opened the carriage door, saying, "Master Wang, stop the carriage."

"Master Xuanzang?" The coachman puzzled, why stop here, in the middle of nowhere, with no village ahead or inn behind?

Could it be he wants to relieve himself?

Idly grabbing the bulging bundle beside him, Tang Luo gestured for Qinglang to dismount.

"Master, what are you doing...?" The coachman, a dark-skinned, sturdy, and honest-looking man with traces of hardship on his face, said.

"Our karmic connection has ended; let us part here." Tang Luo said.

"Ah?" The coachman startled, wasn't it agreed to be one month?

"These are for you." Tang Luo handed the bundle to the coachman, "May you henceforth nurture kindness and perform one good deed daily."

Coachman Wang Bo instinctively took it, then felt his hands sink.

Failing to catch it, the bundle fell and scattered, revealing nothing but a pile of gold and silver!

He stood frozen on the spot—not just the coachman, but Qinglang also staggered in surprise.

Even as a cultivator who hardly values worldly wealth, she understood this represented immense riches, so casually given away?

"Master, this must not be!" The coachman hurriedly said, bending down to pick up the coins.

"No matter, as long as you use it for good deeds." Tang Luo said.

This money was the payment from the Ding and Lu families, more than originally agreed.

The two families do know how to conduct themselves.

It's a pity they still couldn't keep Master Xuanzang as a figure for worship or the like.

"Master—" Wang Bo wanted to say more, but looking up, there was no trace of Master Xuanzang or his attendant in sight.

"Let me... down." Qinglang barely managed to utter four words.

About the time it takes to burn an incense stick earlier.

Xuanzang monk bade farewell to the coachman and gave him a large sum.

Before Qinglang could react, the world suddenly spun.

Carried like a sack of grain on the monk's shoulder, she was hauled along in an exaggerated manner.

Then Qinglang felt she was about to die.

Anyway, since meeting this monk, this isn't the first time she has felt so utterly weak.

Qinglang couldn't even withstand the "pressure" of his pace.

"The female bodhisattva's strength is insufficient." Tang Luo changed his approach, "Is this direction correct?"

Qinglang weakly glanced, then nodded.

"Very well, continue."

Tang Luo leapt up, leaving a pit in the ground and cracks radiating outward in all directions.

He has only one month's time.

With no time to waste on the road, he can only abandon the leisurely, comfortable way of traveling by carriage.

By the way, does a vehicle count as equipment? When will we be rewarded with vehicles?

Little White Dragon, Master misses you again.

Actually, besides this method, Tang Luo could also use the Merit Jade Lotus.

It can fly very fast, but consumes merit power just as quickly; Tang Luo is still in a phase of frugality, unable to afford such extravagant displays.

Tang Luo himself can endure this intensity of travel, and could go even faster and harder.

But Qinglang...

"I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore. Master, please stop, spare me."

"Just hold on a little longer, we'll be there soon, it'll be fine in a moment."

"You said the same thing yesterday."

"Monks don't tell lies, female Bodhisattva, please believe this poor monk."

"..."

Many years later, Qinglang still couldn't remember how she had made her way back to the vicinity of the Wuyai Sect all along the way.

"There are still five days left, barely enough." As they continued forward, upon arriving at the Wuyai Sect, there were still five days left until Tang Luo's return.

If it weren't for having to take care of Qinglang, Tang Luo could have moved faster.

Five days was also enough for Tang Luo to learn some things about this world from the Wuyai Sect.

"The eldest senior sister has returned!"

"Eldest senior sister!"

"Qinglang senior sister!"

Amid the welcoming voices of the disciples, Tang Luo walked beside Qinglang as they entered the Wuyai Sect.

Two days later.

In the Wuyai Sect's Scripture Pavilion, Tang Luo held a copy of "Strange Tales of the Marvelous" and was flipping through it.