Chapter 600: Just Today (10,000 words daily for 30 days)

Yaoyue slipped away.

After being counter-killed and nearly falling into a defeat CG, she successfully broke free from the cage and slipped out of the villain's embrace.

She had to slip away; if she didn't run now, something truly major would happen.

Moreover, the current timing was not opportune, and the interior of the Divine Path Bell was not a place suitable for...

Thus, she successfully escaped the clutches of the devil, with the tacit permission of another person.

Although she had isolated her disciples and grand-disciples before rushing up, they were still in the same room after all. Yaoyue still felt something; she had a nagging feeling that she might have already been exposed, and felt a slight sense of unnaturalness in her heart.

As an old hand, Ren Yidao, though startled when ambushed, quickly took control of the situation and, relying on his exquisite technique, gained the upper hand... Afterward, he felt no awkwardness at all and went straight to business.

【"Mingxin, how is the situation?"】 After waking up, Ren Yidao learned that he had been unconscious inside the Divine Path Bell for several hours. Outside, Mingxin had already finished the Buddhist Law round and was about to proceed to the third round, Buddhist Affinity.

"Daoist, are you completely unharmed?" Mingxin had been worried about Ren Yidao's condition and finally set his heart at ease at this moment.

【"I am fine here, what about you?"】

"Hehe, everything is fine. In the Buddhist Law round, I, along with Masters Qixing and Tuosheng, were tied for the lead."

Oh?

Ren Yidao was a bit surprised; he hadn't expected those two fellows to actually manage to pose a threat to Mingxin.

Mingxin chuckled, his whole demeanor very relaxed. "I am about to enter the depths of Spirit Mountain to pay respects to the Fozhu, so that He may judge my Buddhist Affinity... If I pass this third round, I will become the next Fozi."

"All of this is thanks to the help of you and your companions, Daoist; otherwise, Mingxin would certainly not have been able to reach this step."

【"I only helped you a little; these last two rounds still depend on yourself. Besides, nothing is set in stone yet. Don't be too happy too early, lest joy turn into sorrow."】

"Hehe, please rest assured, Daoist."

Compared to Ren Yidao's urging, Mingxin appeared exceptionally calm. He pressed his palms together slightly and whispered in his heart:

"Do one's best, and leave the rest to Heaven."

"This humble monk has done everything he can. Whether I can become the Fozi next depends on the will of the Heavens."

"Regardless of whether I have the affinity for the position of Fozi, all results will be revealed today."

"Just today."

Just as Mingxin stepped into the depths of Spirit Mountain to meet the Fozhu, a figure arrived at the desert outside Spirit Mountain.

The monk Chijiao looked up at the magnificent and golden Spirit Mountain before him, his brows locked in a frown, his grip tightening on the monk's staff in his hand.

"... This is not Spirit Mountain."

Although he had not ascended it himself, the extravagance and debauchery on this Spirit Mountain were all exposed to his eyes. The sounds of licentiousness flowed into his ears incessantly, causing his eyes to widen in rage as he gritted his teeth and said, "This is absolutely not Spirit Mountain!!!"

How could Spirit Mountain be like this?

How could this possibly be Spirit Mountain!

Rage!

Mad rage!

The monk Chijiao had originally intended to just come and take a look at the situation, to scout for information first, and not to be hasty in making a move... but he was wrong.

From the moment he saw this place, he could no longer endure it.

"Wait? This poor monk cannot wait!"

"There is no time like the present!"

"This poor monk will make you evildoers understand the consequences of blaspheming the Buddha!!!"

He roared in fury, sprinting across the desert, kicking up a sky full of sand and dust as he charged toward the mountain gate of Spirit Mountain.

Then, carrying a monstrous momentum and killing intent, he slammed a fist onto the gate of Spirit Mountain.

"Just today!!!"

Boom!!!

"My Lord! A wicked monk is attacking the mountain gate!!! His strength is extremely powerful! He only struck three times, and the mountain gate is already unable to hold on!"

!!!

Although Spirit Mountain was extravagant and degenerate at this moment, its strength had not weakened in the slightest; it was even stronger than in the past, and the Array set up was sufficient to deal with a powerful enemy at the Ask Dao Late Stage.

For the intruder to make the Array unstable in just three strikes, their strength was definitely above the Ask Dao Late Stage!

Where did an Ask Dao Peak monster run from!?

Although he was extremely surprised in his heart, Jiexing still appeared very calm and scolded, "Do not panic! It is just a foolish thief, what is there to be afraid of? Even if it is an Ask Dao Peak, so what? It is not as if Spirit Mountain has never suppressed such demons!"

"Tell Zen Master Wuchu to take people to intercept that person, take everyone! Tell him to awaken the Thirty-Six Bronze Men and the Eighteen Arhats, and the three Bodhisattvas, all of them go!"

"Lord Fozhu is at a critical moment; no matter who the opponent is, he must not be allowed to disturb Lord Fozhu at this time!"

Seeing the monk still hesitating, Jiexing's expression turned stern, a bloody glint flashing in his eyes as he snapped, "Did you not hear me? Go at once!"

"Yes!!!" The monk's heart was shaken, sensing a fatal danger, and he immediately turned around.

Although he was somewhat worried about being punished by Lord Fozi, he was still very confident in the safety of Spirit Mountain.

Since Lord Fozi had not chosen to take action himself, it meant the situation had not yet reached a point where he needed to intervene personally.

Yes, that person is an Ask Dao Peak, so what?

Lord Fozi has not even made a move yet, not to mention Lord Fozhu is right here on Spirit Mountain. No matter how strong that person is, can they be stronger than the Fozhu?

It is absolutely impossible!

"..."

Once that person left, relieved, Jiexing's furious expression finally slowly faded, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

"Not someone from the Butian Alliance, not someone from the Western Desert Divine Continent, dressed as a monk, body-refining, Ask Dao Peak, and attacking at this time... who exactly is it?" Countless thoughts flashed through Jiexing's mind as he quickly screened the identity of the intruder.

Logically speaking, the number of those at the Ask Dao Peak in the world is limited; one would not just pop out of thin air.

"... An outsider? But why choose this moment? Does he also know the secrets of the Fozi contention?"

Yet no matter how Jiexing thought about it, he could not find a corresponding person, and his train of thought could only continue to diverge.

A Great Demon?

This thought flashed through his mind, but was quickly cast to the back of his mind by Jiexing; how could a Great Demon come to Spirit Mountain so brazenly?

Are they not afraid of being suppressed by Spirit Mountain?

"... But whoever it is, this is an opportunity."

Mingxin had already entered the depths of Spirit Mountain; only Qixing and Tuosheng remained here, as they had also earned the qualification to meet the Buddha Lord.

However, although it was declared that they were on equal footing, anyone with a discerning eye could see that they were of a lower rank and would have to wait for Mingxin to return before it was their turn.

The nun Qixing also sensed the change in Spirit Mountain and took the initiative to step forward and ask: "Lord Fozi, I wonder what has happened?"

"Thieves are attacking the mountain gate; I have already sent Zen Master Wuchu to resolve it." Jiexing's tone was indifferent, but his brows were tightly locked, as if he were thinking about something important.

Finally, Jiexing seemed to have made up his mind; he beckoned to the two of them and said: "Come here, I have something I need you to do."

"Yes!"

Qixing and Tuosheng did not doubt him and honestly gathered in front of Jiexing, feeling that the Buddha's Son had an important matter to disclose to them.

"I want you to..."

Ssh—

Hm?

Qixing heard a tearing sound, followed by the sound of splashing water, and looked down in confusion toward the source of the sound.

Her dantian was drenched in blood, and the Golden Core she had cultivated for hundreds of years was directly dug out and crushed...

By Lord Fozi!?

"——!?"

In an instant, the nun Qixing's eyes widened, and a shrill scream erupted from her mouth—but no sound came out.

Jiexing flicked his hand casually, and the blood on it ignited in the process of flying off, eventually turning into flying ash and dissipating.

The blood flowing from the wound in her dantian also ignited, spreading over her entire body in just a few breaths, turning her into a human torch.

"——!!?"

The nun Qixing roared and struggled in the flames, but she could not make a sound from her mouth, nor could she leave the spot, dancing wildly in place like a pantomime performance.

She did not understand.

She could not fathom why such a thing would happen.

Why would the Fozi want to kill me?

In the collapse of pain and confusion, she looked to the side and froze—there was another similarly twisted human torch.

Tuosheng had met the same fate, also falling victim to the Buddha's Son's murderous hand.

Why?

Why!!?

After a few breaths, the fire gradually weakened, the fuel was almost burned out, and Qixing stopped struggling, instead staring straight at the expressionless Fozi in front of her with eye sockets that had turned into hollow voids.

She wanted to know the answer.

But she could never know the answer.

Jiexing ignored their confusion and resentment, directly waving his hand to send out a burst of energy that smashed the charred remains of the two into powder, then used his Dharma Power to blow it away.

The entire process took no more than ten breaths; the two geniuses who had stood out from ten thousand Fozi were thus turned into flying ash, scattered by the wind, and disappeared completely.

The gap in strength between the two sides was too great, and Jiexing had too many ways to kill them; if not for the need to avoid attracting anyone's attention, he could have done it more simply.

And now, the final trouble had been cleared away.

"..."

Jiexing did not know who Chijiao was, nor did he know what he wanted to do, but Chijiao's existence had done him a great favor by dragging the others away, saving him from having to spend extra energy to divert them.

Although his original preparations had lost their meaning, he could just use this precious opportunity to act.

"Lord Fozhu... your death day."

Jiexing looked at the path ahead, which seemed to contain endless darkness, stepped forward firmly, and walked into the shadows.

"Is today!"