novelraw Chapter 379: Great Master, I Am Willing to Enter Buddhism!
Chapter 379: Great Master, I Am Willing to Enter Buddhism!
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The Sect Master had already braced himself for returning empty-handed before arriving.
After all, Chaozong Gorge was too close to Harmony Sound Temple, and he lacked confidence in seizing the opportunity from a group of monks.
But he still came—he simply couldn’t accept leaving without trying.
What he hadn’t expected was how challenging just one monk would be.
The wooden staff in the monk’s hand seemed unremarkable, yet it effortlessly bypassed all barriers, rendering the Sect Master’s painstakingly cultivated flames useless. Each exchange left him at a disadvantage.
“Where there’s life, there’s hope.”
With this in mind, he prepared to retreat. Summoning his thoughts, the sea of flames surrounding him transformed into a coiling fire dragon beneath his feet. Standing atop the dragon’s head, he sneered, “Monk, consider yourself lucky today. Next time, you won’t escape!”
He spurred the dragon to leave.
Master Jie Chen hesitated, debating whether to hurl his Wooden Fish Mallet or personally pull the man back. Suddenly, a fierce gale erupted from the depths of Chaozong Gorge.Strangely, the wind bypassed Yu Zhao, who stood within the gorge, and targeted the Sect Master in the air.
Unperturbed, the Sect Master pointed his finger. Flames surged, forming a second fire dragon to intercept the approaching gale.
Yet, before the two forces collided, the fire dragon let out a mournful wail and disintegrated into countless sparks.
Realizing something was amiss, the Sect Master desperately channeled spiritual energy into his remaining fire dragon.
“Go!”
The dragon roared, spiraling upward toward the clouds.
“Snap, snap!”
Below, Hua Tu anxiously whipped his tail, inadvertently striking the old ox behind him several times. The ox could only glare silently, eventually lowering its head to counter with its horns.
Master Jie Chen calmly tidied his slightly disheveled robes, handed the mallet back to Silence, and clasped his hands together in a Buddhist salute.
“Amitabha. May he ascend to bliss swiftly.”
Although his expression remained neutral, a hint of surprise flashed in Silence’s eyes. Did his master mean that the Sect Master of the Heavenly Fire Sect couldn’t escape this time?
Indeed, in the next instant, the gale surged toward the airborne fire dragon with incredible speed.
The entire sky turned a vivid crimson as countless sparks rained like shooting stars. Amid the fiery glow, a scorched figure plummeted from the heavens.
Yet the gale did not dissipate. After circling the sky, it hurtled toward the falling figure again.
The fierce wind echoed across the land, leaving everyone below feeling sharp pain as if their very flesh and blood were about to be stripped away.
The Sect Master, trapped within, felt it even more keenly.
He couldn’t understand why this storm seemed so fixated on him. Recalling the earlier sensation of countless needles piercing his soul, a flicker of fear flashed in his eyes.
Worse still, the gale was closing in—faster and faster!
“Curse it! Curse it all!”
Why had all these misfortunes converged on a single day?
He barely had time for complaints before focusing all his attention on escaping the gale.
Had he known, he would’ve brought along a few of the sect’s high priests—they could’ve at least delayed the storm!
Pain shot through his back again as blood gushed forth. Clenching his teeth, his eyes filled with resolve.
To survive, he had no choice but to abandon this body.
“Spirit Separation!”
A red glow enveloped a fist-sized shadow as it shot out from his body, vanishing beyond Chaozong Gorge in a flash.
Meanwhile, his physical form was consumed by the gale, reduced to dust scattered by the wind.
Master Jie Chen let out a soft “Hmm.”
He hadn’t expected such decisiveness, sacrificing the body to narrowly escape.
“So be it,” he muttered. “Such is karma, the workings of cause and effect.”
The Sect Master’s entanglements with Harmony Sound Temple were now left for others to resolve.
“Silence,” he called.
“Disciple is here,” Silence replied.
“Send word to the temple. Request reinforcements.”
“Understood.”
Master Jie Chen had witnessed an intense battle upon arrival. Considering the waves of cultivators heading toward Chaozong Gorge, his compassionate expression clouded with concern.
His gaze shifted to the corner, where the trembling group led by Snow Child huddled.
Old Man Ji Mie’s heart sank, and he immediately knelt. “Great Master, I am willing to enter Buddhism!”
Snow Child and the others were shocked, glaring at Ji Mie. Yet, one by one, they also dropped to their knees.
“Great Master, we are all willing to join Buddhism.”
A faint smile graced Master Jie Chen’s lips as he shook his head. “To enter monastic life requires both destiny and purity. Your six senses are not yet cleansed. You are not destined for our path.”
The Nascent Soul elders sighed in relief but felt somewhat uneasy.
Had they just been… rejected by the Great Master?
In the cultivation world, they were revered as Nascent Soul ancestors. Yet, in Master Jie Chen’s eyes, they seemed utterly unworthy.
Even offering allegiance had been declined.
What humiliation!
Fortunately, there weren’t many witnesses. Surely, this wouldn’t spread…
Ji Mie comforted himself with this thought until his eyes met countless bright, inquisitive gazes.
One pair, in particular, stood out—golden and crystal-clear, reflecting his very image.
Ji Mie’s face froze, then he reassured himself again.
It’s fine… just a bunch of beasts. Even if they knew, the gossip would stay within the demon clans.
After tactfully declining their offer, Master Jie Chen promptly assigned each Nascent Soul elder specific tasks.
When reinforcements later arrived, they were greeted by an odd sight:
A Nascent Soul elder leading a group of novice monks to maintain order at the entrance. Anyone shouting or shoving was promptly ejected from the line.
Though baffled, the newcomers respected the elders’ authority and obediently queued up to enter Chaozong Gorge.
Other Nascent Soul elders arrived and mocked the duty-bound Snow Child and his companions.
Yet Snow Child remained calm, watching them enter the gorge.
Moments later, those once-arrogant cultivators emerged, now leading groups of novice monks with downcast faces.
Snow Child and his group exchanged gleeful smirks.
Thanks to the monks’ efforts, order in Chaozong Gorge remained relatively stable for now.
Meanwhile, chaos erupted among the demon clans.
Their sharper hearing and quicker reactions ensured the news spread rapidly: a dragon’s roar had been heard in Chaozong Gorge.
White Ling was ecstatic. “It’s Fu Xi! It must be Fu Xi! He’s in the gorge!”
Having endured so much during this time, White Ling nearly wept with joy upon hearing this news. Without a second thought, he raced toward the gorge, forgetting to inform Nine Tails.
When Nine Tails learned of this, she immediately headed to Spirit Mountain. Seeing White Ling already gone, she knew he’d gone ahead.
She wasn’t angry—she understood how much pressure White Ling had been under.
She, too, set off toward Chaozong Gorge.
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