novelraw Chapter 378: Watch as This Monk Delivers You to the Afterlife
Chapter 378: Watch as This Monk Delivers You to the Afterlife
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Scorching heat surged forward. Yu Zhao felt intense pain, as though her flesh was melting. The two mirrors she used as shields were already cracked and damaged.
Yet she didn’t give up. Her determined gaze burned bright as the spiritual energy within her spiraled wildly.
She still had a chance.
Her body retained a significant amount of the medicinal power from the Longevity Pill. As long as she catalyzed it, she could hold on.
The Harmony Sound Temple wasn’t far. By her calculations, they should be arriving soon.
With her continuous efforts, a surge of pure spiritual energy erupted from the depths of her being, rapidly filling her limbs and bones.
In that moment, images of her master, Hermit Bright Moon, practicing cultivation techniques flashed through her mind.
The Illusory Tides Technique included a powerful method called Sun and Moon Rekindled, which borrowed the radiance of the sun and moon to harness a formidable strike combining yin and yang forces.
In the past, Yu Zhao had repeatedly attempted this technique but always failed at the final step.Now, faced with imminent peril and stimulated by the lingering medicinal power, it was the perfect moment to unleash it.
She calmed herself and silently recited the chant. What once seemed incomprehensible now flowed effortlessly through her consciousness, like lively fish darting about.
Finally, she sensed the dual energies of yin and yang coexisting in the air with her spiritual energy.
“Yin and yang forces, lend me your power…”
“Amitabha. This humble monk apologizes for arriving late.”
The sudden voice startled Yu Zhao, nearly throwing off her concentration.
It was Monk Silence! Why was he here now?
Even as she frowned and continued absorbing the yin and yang energies to fend off the external heat, she heard Monk Silence’s voice again.
“Master, save her quickly! It’s Yu Zhao—she’s dying!”
His master? That would be Master Jie Chen of the Harmony Sound Temple!
Yu Zhao refocused her gaze. Sure enough, figures appeared on the flat terrain of Chaozong Gorge.
Among them were Silence, Si Tu Xuan, and a kind-faced monk—Master Jie Chen, whom Yu Zhao had met during the grand competition of the cultivation world.
The fiery orbs floating before her quietly extinguished.
She was saved!
“Silence, take care of Long Fei Fei. I’m about to break through,” Yu Zhao instructed hurriedly. Throwing the unconscious Long Fei Fei to Silence, she immediately sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, and began absorbing the activated Longevity Pill’s power.
The coordination between Silence and Yu Zhao was seamless. Catching Long Fei Fei with spiritual energy, Silence grabbed a fluffy demonic beast from a nearby pile to use as a cushion for Long Fei Fei, ensuring her comfort. He then swiftly fed her a pill.
The entire process flowed as smoothly as water.
Master Jie Chen nodded in satisfaction. Allowing Silence to go out and gain experience was a wise decision. In just a short time, Silence had already learned how to care for others—commendable progress indeed.
The others, however, were filled with confusion.
Wasn’t Yu Zhao on the verge of defeat? How did she suddenly break through?
And that monk!
Using a demonic beast as a cushion—how rude! Did anyone ask for the beast’s opinion?
Who were these people? Why didn’t they play by the rules? Each was stranger than the last!
While Snow Child and the others were baffled, the Cult Leader was seething with anger.
Every time, it was so close! Just a little more, and he could have destroyed those two!
“Among all sins, the sin of killing is the heaviest. Why not spare others when possible?” Master Jie Chen’s face radiated compassion, his aura serene. He seemed no different from an ordinary person despite being a Divine Transformation cultivator.
The Cult Leader sneered, his tone arrogant. “Bald monk, this is none of your business. Stay out of it!”
“Your words are mistaken. To regard all beings as oneself is the essence of my practice. The affairs of others are also my affairs. Besides, all beings are equal. Why must you persist in aggression? Why not set aside your prejudices…”
Master Jie Chen’s calm and reasoned expounding of Buddhist principles impressed everyone initially.
After all, as a renowned monk, people traveled far and wide every year just to hear his teachings.
However, as time dragged on, the audience grew restless.
It was too long… He could really talk.
Was Master Jie Chen not tired?
Hua Tu, scratching his rear with a borrowed bull horn, finally couldn’t bear it anymore. Summoning his courage, he pointed out, “Revered masters, that’s the Heavenly Fire Sect’s Cult Leader! He’s not converting to Buddhism anytime soon!”
So please, stop the preaching!
Silence glanced at the flame insignia on the Cult Leader’s robes and nodded at Master Jie Chen. He, too, recognized the symbol.
Master Jie Chen’s expression remained unchanged, though he finally ceased his sermon. With a smile, he remarked, “So, you are the Heavenly Fire Sect’s Cult Leader.”
The Cult Leader inexplicably felt a chill. Scanning the area with his divine sense, he confirmed that there was only one Divine Transformation monk present.
With renewed arrogance, he replied, “Yes, I am.”
No matter how powerful these monks were, they were mere followers of Buddhism. He was the founder of the Heavenly Fire Sect! They were beneath him!
“If you had told me your identity earlier, I wouldn’t have…” Master Jie Chen’s kind expression suddenly turned ferocious. “…wasted my time on you! Evil heretic, watch as this monk delivers you to the afterlife! Silence!”
Silence respectfully handed over the Wooden Fish Mallet with both hands.
Master Jie Chen swept aside his outer robe, grabbed the mallet, and charged forward.
Hua Tu: ?
The demonic beasts: ??
Si Tu Xuan and the Nascent Soul elders: ???
Wait, what just happened?
Master Jie Chen, weren’t you just preaching? Why resort to violence so suddenly—and in such an unseemly manner?
How were they supposed to respect Buddhist cultivators after this?
Silence remained unbothered.
Few knew the truth: the Wooden Fish Mallet was once Master Jie Chen’s weapon. In his younger days, he was notorious for his fiery temper. His master had crafted the Wooden Fish to help him cultivate patience, using durable materials to ensure it lasted.
Unexpectedly, Master Jie Chen found the mallet more suited to combat than any other weapon, becoming deeply attached to it. Eventually, it had to be forcibly confiscated.
Decades later, after achieving inner peace, his master returned the Wooden Fish to him. He then passed it to Silence as part of his teachings.
As Silence reflected on these memories, he admired his master’s enduring skill with the mallet and resolved to learn from him.
In Master Jie Chen’s hands, the mallet transformed from a simple weapon into a lethal tool.
A single strike left the Cult Leader feeling as though his soul had been nearly shattered. To his dismay, his sacred flames couldn’t harm Master Jie Chen in the slightest.
As Zhu Qing once said, the Harmony Sound Temple was the natural nemesis of the Heavenly Fire Sect.
Outmatched in battle and rhetoric, the Cult Leader had no choice but to retreat.
Run!
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