Chapter 534: This Poor Monk Knows a Little Buddhism (23)

"Lay down the butcher's knife, and you shall become a Buddha on the spot."

"Slaughter is nothing but an evil path."

"Cultivation is the only true path."

The red-robed monk pressed his palms together devoutly and said earnestly to the squinting Ao Zhun:

"Benefactor, you have committed too much slaughter in this life and are long since entangled in Sin Karma. If you do not stop and resolve this soon, I fear it will bring disaster upon your descendants, leaving you in the miserable state of having no sons or heirs."

Ao Zhun: "What did you say!?"

The old Dragon King, who had not long ago lost his last and most cherished "son," was struck by a fit of rage. He cast aside the caution he had felt earlier due to his inability to discern the opponent's strength, wanting only to bite this bald donkey who was spouting nonsense to death!

"Where did this bald donkey come from, daring to meddle in my affairs!?"

"Say that one more time if you dare!!!"

You're doing this on purpose to provoke me, aren't you?

"Oh, very well."

The monk seemed not to have understood Ao Zhun's threat; after responding, he nodded earnestly and advised sincerely: "I said, if the benefactor does not stop now, a bloody disaster will befall you in the coming days."

"Benefactor, stop now!"

Seeing the monk feign ignorance in this manner, Ao Zhun felt deeply humiliated. Already half-mad, he plunged into total insanity at this moment.

"Ahhhhh!!! You dare to humiliate me! I will kill you! Kill you!" He tore at his own yellow beard, his vertical pupils filled with blood. Ignoring the other fleeing explorers, he stared straight at the monk.

Crack, crack...

Explosive sounds erupted from his body, and the scales on his skin fell off one by one, growing wider and wider until he had almost transformed into a half-dragon man.

"Sigh, since the benefactor is obsessed and refuses to repent, this poor monk has no other choice."

Seeing that Ao Zhun had fallen completely into madness, the monk sighed. He took the initiative to step forward and meet his gaze, leaving the others with a tall back, and said without looking back: "Everyone, this poor monk will hold this benefactor back; you should take this opportunity to leave this place quickly."

In just a short moment, the group had walked the line between life and death several times; now that they finally saw a glimmer of hope for survival, they were immensely grateful.

They fled without hesitation, shouting their thanks to the monk who had stepped forward.

"Many thanks, Abbot!!!"

"Many thanks, Master! We will surely repay this life-saving grace in the future!"

"Master! May we ask for your name? So that we may express our gratitude to you in the future!"

Hearing these voices, the flames in the monk's eyes flickered. Perhaps remembering something, he fell silent for a moment before speaking calmly: "This poor monk has no dharma name. If you wish to address me, you may call me 'Chijiao'."

No dharma name?

Although the group found it somewhat unexpected, they still memorized the name Chijiao and thanked him loudly:

"Many thanks, Master Chijiao! We will remember it!"

"Many thanks!"

"Great kindness need not be spoken; I, Wang, will surely repay you in the future!"

The crazed Ao Zhun did not notice that while he was fighting the monk, Kui, who had been beaten to his last breath, had silently disappeared from the pit without a trace.

Amidst the chorus of thanks, the monk and Ao Zhun stood in a quiet standoff, neither taking the initiative to attack.

After falling into madness, Ao Zhun had instead triggered the instincts of a demon; he did not act rashly and kept observing the monk opposite him.

From this fellow, Ao Zhun sensed a tremendous threat.

This was no easy mark!

"Benefactor, why do you not strike?"

Unlike the battle-ready Ao Zhun, the Chijiao monk appeared calm, standing quietly with his monk's staff in a standoff, his expression peaceful, like a Bodhisattva lowering his gaze.

"... Kill."

After a moment of hesitation, Ao Zhun's patience finally ran out. Without further delay, he charged directly at the monk.

"Kill!!!"

And then...

Thud!

Accompanied by a heavy, explosive sound, Ao Zhun flew backward at an even greater speed, landing heavily on the ground and smashing a large crater!

"Cough!!!"

Ao Zhun's chest was sunken, leaving a deep fist print on his hard Dragon Scale.

"... Kill! Kill!?"

As Ao Zhun scrambled to his feet in disbelief, the monk on the other side shook his head and sighed, saying helplessly: "Sigh, I ended up striking after all."

"Forget it, since things have come to this, there is only this one way to resolve it."

The monk sighed, thrust his staff firmly into the ground, and tore off his monk's robe, revealing a physique of knotted muscles even more robust than Ao Zhun's.

He cracked his neck, producing a chilling, explosive sound, and the ferocious Chijiao tattoo on his back seemed to come alive, its eyes glowing faintly.

The Chijiao monk stared at the still-unconscious Ao Zhun, recited a Buddhist chant with a face full of compassion, and then his expression gradually tightened as he spoke slowly:

"Since the benefactor does not understand the Dharma... then this poor monk happens to know a little bit of fisticuffs."

He stared at Ao Zhun, the aura on his body gradually turning violent, also emitting a terrifying Demon Qi.

At the same time, thick mist began to gather all around, obscuring the figures of both Ao Zhun and the monk.

Within the thick fog, only the monk's pair of flame-like eyes were exceptionally dazzling.

If Ren Yidao were here, he would surely recall that pair of terrifying eyes he once encountered in Death Valley.

Fire-Eyed Mist Chijiao, second on the Great Demon Ranking of the Eastern Wasteland Divine Continent!

"You! You are..."

The monk stared at Ao Zhun, and while bringing his fist down to interrupt Ao Zhun's words, he sighed helplessly:

"This world is not the only place where you are trapped; why must you put on such a display?"

Boom!

"Going mad? What use is going mad? Aren't you still being deceived, being tricked into coming here as a sacrificial offering?"

Boom!

"The Great Dao is flawed, and everyone is struggling to cross over!"

Boom!

"If the Dao is blocked, then find another path!"

Boom!

"You refuse to improve, so today I shall teach you a good lesson, hoping you will wake up sooner!"

Boom!

"Slaughter is nothing but an evil path."

Boom!

"Cultivation is the only righteous path!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Within the fog, only these strange, drum-like roars and reprimands echoed out.

"Didn't this monk say so before? I said you would have a bloody disaster in the coming days..."

Boom—

And the moment Ao Zhun stepped into Zhongzhou, his presence had already been noticed; it wasn't just Kui leading the way, as others were following in the shadows.

On the surface, there was only one Star Constellation Envoy, Kui, but in reality, two Star Envoys were hiding in the dark.

These two did not appear even after Ao Zhun went mad; they simply continued to hide, secretly communicating in the dark.

"That old dragon, why did he go mad? Is it because of that technique?" One of them shook his head, feeling that Ao Zhun was like an unstable bomb, exploding at the slightest stimulation.

"Perhaps a little; that technique is inherently imperfect and has some influence on the spirit. The old dragon himself was already half-mad, and after being stimulated, he completely lost control..."

Xianglou, who had previously tried to persuade Ao Zhun outside the East Sea, shook his head, gestured with the Dragon Pattern Staff in his hand, and shrugged indifferently: "But it's not a big problem. Anyway, he has already entered Zhongzhou, and the conditions have been met. Whether he lives or dies later, it's all the same."

The mission they received was to bring Ao Zhun to Zhongzhou; now that the goal had been achieved, they didn't care whether he was mad or sane.

"The seal of that palace requires the fresh essence blood of a true dragon descendant. Although I don't know if this guy's bloodline is pure enough, he is at least a Great Demon at the Ask Dao Peak, so it should be about right, right?"

"Even if it's not enough, living-sacrificing him directly should be about the same." Xianglou said casually: "I had invited him before, but he didn't listen at the time, so now he can only suffer this fate. Speaking of which, I still don't know what kind of attraction that Dragon Transformation Pool behind the palace has, to actually make the Alliance Leader give the order personally!"

The Alliance Leader was a mysterious existence within the Butian Alliance; few people had seen them, and only the four Four Symbols Lords could see them frequently, not even them.

"I don't know, perhaps there is a Supreme Treasure left behind? The seal of that Dragon Transformation Pool has always been strong, and it only loosened in recent days. I suppose it is about time for the Supreme Treasure to appear in the world."

Both Star Envoys were curious about the Dragon Transformation Pool, wondering what kind of treasure was hidden inside, and if they could get a share of the spoils.

The Alliance Leader had always been generous and never shorted them their share when there were gains; otherwise, they, these Ask Dao powerhouses, would not have become part of the Butian Alliance.

It was all for those benefits, to be able to go one step further from their current peak.

Everything for cultivation, everything for Chang Sheng!

"Speaking of which, who leaked the news in advance? Judging from the timeline, the moment Ao Zhun set off, the news was already known to everyone over there." After thinking for a while, Xianglou mentioned another matter as if unintentionally, "Daliang, do you have any clues on your end?"

"I don't have any either, I was just about to ask you." The Daliang Star Envoy shook his head and sighed: "Sigh, what on earth is going on? Could it be that there really is a traitor in the alliance?"

Xianglou suspected him, and he suspected Xianglou!

"Who knows!" Xianglou knew Daliang was already on guard and knew he wouldn't get anything out of him, so he jokingly asked: "Could it be you? Hahahaha!"

"Hahaha! Brother Xianglou really knows how to joke; this is truly the funniest joke I've heard in recent days!" Daliang laughed, sneered, and asked in return: "I am not the traitor, are you?"

"I am naturally not either."

"Then I am the same."

"Hahaha!"

"Ahahahahaha!"

The two looked at each other and laughed, then tacitly moved a little further away from each other.

The world is going downhill, and morality is decaying.

One has to be on guard!

This matter was their responsibility; since they were not the traitor, then... hehe.

Only a few people knew about this; if it wasn't you, then could it be me!?

Or is it that there really is someone in this world with divine foresight who knows all the great and small affairs of the world?

Could there really be such a coincidence in this world?

How is that possible!

They probably would never have guessed that this matter... was indeed just a coincidence.

Ren Yidao had simply habitually pinned the blame on his obvious enemy, Ao Zhun, after calculating the malice others held toward him.

Huhu doesn't know who thought of harming me, but I know you must be one of them.

Since that's the case... violent dragon, it's decided to be you!

A casual buck-passing, who knew it would actually be correct; this was something even Ren Yidao himself had not expected.

Not only did it make Ao Zhun's mentality explode, but he was also beaten up by the Fire-Eyed Mist Flood Dragon, and it even caused some rifts within the Butian Alliance; it was truly killing many birds with one stone.

This is truly "planting flowers with intention but they don't bloom, planting a willow without intention and it grows into shade," which is truly sigh-worthy.

If Ren Yidao really had divine foresight and could calculate to this point, he definitely wouldn't have done it this way.

... He definitely would have said it more filthily!

Not only must I fabricate that Ao Zhun sells his body, but I must also claim that he has developed lustful intentions toward the Alliance Leader of the Butian Alliance!

As for whether the Alliance Leader is male or female, it makes no difference; in any case, it is the nature of dragons to be lecherous, so it is all much the same.