Chapter 582: Outsider (33 Today 1w)

"Who did this!?"

Boom!

Accompanied by a hysterical roar, the bustling crowd at the foot of Spirit Mountain suffered heavy casualties in an instant.

Those merchants and nobles who had paid a high price to come to Spirit Mountain for pleasure died in droves at this moment; the luckier ones had blood spraying from their seven orifices and became idiots on the spot.

This turn of events caused the expressions of the female Bodhisattvas who had been undulating on top of them to change, but they quickly threw themselves back into the movement, wanting to enjoy this last bit of warmth.

The enraged Zen Master Qinghuai did not care in the slightest about the life or death of those poor wretches; he walked out of the palace where he resided and roared at the sky once more.

"No matter who it is!"

"I will definitely kill him!"

Although he practiced the Yin-Yang Desire Dao, his personality was decisive and murderous; ever since his time in the Joy Zen Sect, he had been the sect's executioner, his hands stained with more blood than he could count, and at this moment, his full Evil Qi erupted without reservation.

At this moment, countless gazes were cast in his direction, only to be mockingly withdrawn once they figured out why he was going mad.

It was just the death of a son, wasn't it? Couldn't he just have another?

What was there to make such a fuss about?

But what they did not know was that for Zen Master Qinghuai, the existence of Superior Qingzhan was not merely as simple as being an offspring.

Even if he was depraved, even if he was indulgent, even if he was a good-for-nothing who only knew how to enjoy himself... he was still his son.

His only son!

No one would believe this reason if it were spoken aloud.

Who could have imagined that the former Sect Master of the Joy Zen Sect, now a Great Elder of the Lingyu Sect, would actually lose his composure and fly into a rage for such a reason.

The Yin-Yang Joy Dao most forbids becoming emotionally attached.

Zen Master Qinghuai had only ever been emotionally attached once in his life, having loved one woman—the mother of Superior Qingzhan, an ordinary Vessel, a piece of trash who should have been discarded after he finished harvesting her.

They should never have fallen in love, yet they fell for each other by some twist of fate at that time and gave birth to a child.

But perhaps because she had been harvested by too many others before meeting Zen Master Qinghuai in her early years, the woman passed away shortly after giving birth to the child, becoming an eternal pain in his Heart.

After the woman died, the child became the only thought in Zen Master Qinghuai's Heart.

Zen Master Qinghuai did not like Superior Qingzhan, but he loved the woman who had borne him the child very much.

Thus, Zen Master Qinghuai indulged everything his son did, hoping to compensate for the woman who had left him so early through such methods.

But now, everything was over.

Qingzhan was dead.

It was no longer possible to repay the debt he owed through his son.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Zen Master Qinghuai roared at the sky again, his expression ferocious, as if he wanted to devour someone.

Dong—

But just before he could continue his rampage, a deep bell toll rang out from the summit of Spirit Mountain, causing Zen Master Qinghuai to be slammed onto the ground with a boom.

"Cough!"

Dong—

Dong—

The bell rang three times, and each time, the force exerted upon him was stronger than the last.

Boom!

"Cough! Cough, cough!"

The three bell tolls, accompanied by three terrifying pressures, finally brought Zen Master Qinghuai to his senses; he shook his head, struggled to crawl up from the ground, bowed his head toward the indifferent figure standing with hands behind his back on the summit, and said hoarsely, "I lost my composure for a moment and offended Spirit Mountain... I ask for the Buddha Son's forgiveness."

This was Spirit Mountain, the place where the Fozhu cultivated; it was not a place where he could run wild.

The Buddha Son Jiexing said nothing, nodded at the disheveled Zen Master Qinghuai, and then withdrew his gaze.

Although the Buddha Son seemed to have expressed nothing, Zen Master Qinghuai understood: let this be the only time.

If he continued to be presumptuous, he would surely die.

This was only because he had lost his only offspring that he was not pursued further; otherwise, his behavior just now would certainly have been met with severe punishment, and it would definitely not have been a minor penalty like three bell tolls.

"Many thanks, Lord Buddha Son." Zen Master Qinghuai bowed respectfully, performed a deep salute to Jiexing, and then turned to walk outside of Spirit Mountain.

He had to leave this place, to find the murderer who killed his son, and avenge him!

No matter who it was, he would make the other party pay the price.

Above the summit, Jiexing's gaze was cast in the direction of Zen Master Qinghuai's departure.

"Lord Fozi, why did you not punish him? Letting him leave just like this, I fear it will cause dissatisfaction among others." A voice that sounded somewhat greasy rang out behind Jiexing; the one who spoke was none other than the stout monk who had been ordered to arrange the essence blood last time.

He wore various rings on all ten fingers and luxurious ornaments hung around his neck; if it weren't for the fact that he had no hair on his head, he would surely have hung a pile of jewelry on his hair as well.

The Second Elder of the Lingyu Sect, the former acting Pavilion Master of the Silk Road Immortal Pavilion, Zen Master Tunjin.

Although they had both surrendered to Spirit Mountain, it did not mean they would forget past grievances; they had always been at odds, both openly and secretly.

Seeing Zen Master Qinghuai reveal such a major flaw, as an old enemy, he naturally would not let go of this opportunity to kick a man when he was down.

It was just a pity that this time, Zen Master Tunjin had miscalculated the timing.

"Who is dissatisfied?" The Buddha Son turned his head and looked at Zen Master Tunjin indifferently, "You? Do you have an opinion on the Buddha Lord's arrangements?"

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"This disciple would not dare!"

Sensing that the atmosphere was wrong, the stout Zen Master Tunjin immediately lowered his head and said in fear and trepidation, "This disciple did not realize it was the Buddha Lord's arrangement; had I known, how would I dare to have such thoughts!"

He had thought it was a good opportunity, but now it seemed he had tried to curry favor only to end up kicking a horse's hoof.

"Oh? Is that so..." After listening, Jiexing narrowed his eyes and asked coldly, "Then that is to say, if it were my arrangement, you would be dissatisfied?"

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"Uh! No, no, no, this disciple did not mean that..."

Zen Master Tunjin felt a tremor in his heart, sensing that the situation was very wrong, and he knelt down with a thud, his entire body of fat and jewelry shaking.

It's over! It's over! It's over!

The Fozi is very unhappy right now!

He could no longer remember when the last time the Fozi was angry was, but he still remembered that the sky over the entire Western Desert changed that time, and at least one hundred thousand monks died.

It was also from that time on that people truly realized how much power the Fozi Jiexing, as the acting master of Spirit Mountain, actually possessed.

When the Son of Heaven is angry, a million corpses lie prone, and blood flows for a thousand miles.

When the Fozi is angry, although the scale is not as great as the anger of the Son of Heaven, it is not far off.

Because those one hundred thousand people were not ordinary mortals, but one hundred thousand cultivators with cultivation!

There are a total of ten thousand and eighty temples in the Western Desert; it is almost equivalent to ten people dying in every single temple!

It is just that, what exactly is he angry about this time?

Jiexing stared coldly at Zen Master Tunjin for a while, finally let out an angry snort, withdrew his gaze, and said, "Get up, the Buddha Lord has issued an edict."

Clatter!

Zen Master Tunjin flipped himself up from the ground directly, looking agile and nimble, with no sign of any difficulty in moving.

"The Fozhu says that outsiders are causing trouble, interfering with the progress of the selection of the Fozi, and we are to clear them out as soon as possible."

Outsiders are causing trouble!?

"Who is it?"

To think there are outsiders who dare to enter the Western Desert to cause trouble?

And, at this point in time, why would they come to the Western Desert to stir up trouble instead of studying the divine treasury inheritance in Zhongzhou?

"Unclear, the Fozhu did not say explicitly; we need to find them ourselves."

Zen Master Tunjin's brows furrowed, squeezing into a multi-folded structure at the center of his forehead, and he whispered, "Could it be that they came for that Spirit Mountain?"

At this moment, the only thing that can be mentioned in the same breath as Zhongzhou is that fake Spirit Mountain which alarmed everyone in the Western Desert, but even they do not know what is actually inside it.

"Unclear, but there is a high possibility." Jiexing's expression was also somewhat ugly; that group of fellows made him feel very bad, "But no matter who they are, we must have them found as soon as possible."

Jiexing's expression was cold and stern, and he said slowly, "If you cannot do it, do you understand what this means?"

"I understand, the Buddha Lord will consider us incompetent." Zen Master Tunjin's expression also became serious, "I will go arrange people now to search for the outsiders in the Western Desert with all my might."

"Hmm, go."

Zen Master Tunjin immediately accepted the order and left, leaving only the Buddha Son Jiexing and another monk as thin as a hemp stalk in this place.

That thin monk had a bone club hanging from his mouth, gnawing on it back and forth, and looking at Jiexing's back, he smiled and said, "Lord Buddha's Son, the matter of letting Zen Master Qinghuai leave was your arrangement, right?"

Third Elder of the Lingyu Sect, former leader of the Taotie Sect, Zen Master Wuchu.

Compared to the respect and fear of the other two Great Elders, he appeared quite at ease before the Fozi.

And the Fozi did not mind this somewhat disrespectful behavior of his, nodded silently, and said indifferently, "It was indeed my arrangement."

"Everyone in the Western Desert knows that Venerable Qingzhan cannot be touched, as he is the apple of Zen Master Qinghuai's eye; the fellow who dared to kill him at this time must be an outsider."

"Furthermore, although Venerable Qingzhan's strength is weak, there are not many who have the ability to kill him; at the very least, they must have Dao-Seeking strength. Since Zen Master Qinghuai is willing to avenge his son, let him go."

Zen Master Wuchu nodded in realization; this was about the same as what he had thought, only there was one more thing he did not understand.

"Lord Buddha's Son, since the location of the outsiders has already been found, why let that fat worm Tunjin arrange for others to search?"

Jiexing turned his head back, looked at him, and said strangely, "Who told you that there is only one outsider?"

"Hmm?" Zen Master Wuchu was stunned, the bone club in his mouth was bitten directly into pieces by him, and then he chewed and swallowed it with a crunching sound.

Gulp.

"Oh! So that's how it is! Then is there anything you need me to do?" Zen Master Wuchu took another snack out of his sleeve; this time it was a smooth arm with flesh and blood on it...

"You don't need to be in a hurry; what we have now is enough. It won't be too late to take action after finding the people."

"Understood."

Jiexing watched as he turned back, continuing to look down at Spirit Mountain indifferently, whispering silently in his heart:

"... Now, it is enough."

Linbei Oasis.

"That holy monk is truly a good person!"

"Indeed! To think he actually sent us here!"

"I didn't expect him to be unwilling to even accept a thank-you gift... It has been a long time since I have seen such a holy monk."

The three survivors chatted, lamenting that they had truly met a saint this time, while covertly casting their gazes toward a separate carriage.

Inside that carriage were over a dozen women wrapped in cloth, whom the holy monk had rescued from a palace.

They did not know what this actually meant, nor did they know if it would bring them danger, but at this moment, it was not realistic to leave the team and travel alone, so they could only pretend they had seen nothing.

And at the back of the team, the boy Ma Yao supported his mother, walking forward with difficulty.

As he walked, he could still hear his mother's constant prayers, as faint as a mosquito's buzz:

"Fox Immortal, please, you must protect us!"