Chapter 378

Chapter 378: Watch This Old Monk Send You to the Next Life
Scalding heat surged over. Yu Zhao felt a fierce sting on her skin, as if her flesh was about to melt. The two mirrors blocking in front of her were already chipped and broken.

She still did not give up. Her gaze burned, and the Spirit Power in her body ran wild.

She still had a chance.

There was still a lot of medicinal power from the Longevity Pill left in her body. As long as she drew it out, she could hold on.

This place was not far from Clarity Sound Temple. If she counted the time, they should be arriving soon.

Under Yu Zhao’s constant urging, a stream of pure Spirit Power surged up from the deepest part of her body and quickly filled her limbs and bones.

In that instant, scenes of her master, Wanderer Bright Moon, cultivating flashed again and again through her mind.

In the Illusory Tide Art there was a technique called Sun and Moon Twin Radiance. It borrowed the light of the sun and moon and gathered Yin Yang Power into an ultimate strike.

In her free time, Yu Zhao had tried many times to cultivate Sun and Moon Twin Radiance, but she always failed at the final step.

Now she was on the brink of death, and she had once again roused the leftover medicinal power in her body. It was the best time to use this technique.

She calmed her heart and silently chanted. The once obscure incantation now darted through her Sea of Consciousness like lively little fish.

She finally sensed two completely opposite auras in the air, coexisting with her Spirit Power.

She called in her heart: “Yin Yang Power, lend me your strength…”

“Amitabha Buddha, this poor monk has come late.”

The sudden Buddhist chant almost made Yu Zhao twist her waist.

It was Bu Yan’s voice!

[How is he here at a time like this!]

Yu Zhao frowned while frantically drawing in Yin Yang Power to block the outside heat, when she heard Bu Yan’s voice again.

“Master! Please save her, it is Yu Zhao, she is about to die!”

Bu Yan’s master?

Wouldn’t that be Master Jie Chen of Clarity Sound Temple?

Yu Zhao focused and looked over.

Sure enough, several figures had appeared on the flat ground of Chaozong Gorge.

Besides Bu Yan and Si Tu Xuan, there was also a monk with kind brows and gentle eyes.

It was exactly Master Jie Chen, whom Yu Zhao had seen before at the Cultivation World Grand Tournament.

The fireball floating in front of her also went out without a sound.

[I’m saved!]

Yu Zhao shouted: “Bu Yan, take good care of Long Fei Fei, I am going to break through.”

Yu Zhao did not have time to say more. She tossed the unconscious Long Fei Fei toward them, then quickly sat down cross-legged and closed her eyes to breathe and circulate her energy.

The power of the Longevity Pill had already been stirred. She had to absorb it as fast as possible.

Bu Yan was very in sync with Yu Zhao. He immediately used his Spirit Power to catch Long Fei Fei, then grabbed a fluffy Demonic Beast from a pile of Demonic Beasts nearby to use as a cushion so she could lean on it comfortably. Only then did he neatly feed a Pill into her mouth.

The whole set of movements flowed like water, smooth and clean.

Master Jie Chen nodded in satisfaction.

Letting Bu Yan go out to temper himself really had been a very wise decision.

It had not even been that long, and Bu Yan had already learned how to take care of people. Very gratifying.

The others, however, were nothing like Master Jie Chen in calmness. Their small eyes were full of big confusion.

[Wasn’t Yu Zhao getting beaten one-sidedly?]

[How did she suddenly start breaking through?]

[And that monk!]

[You grabbed a Demonic Beast to use as a cushion, is that polite?]

[Did you ask the Demonic Beast’s opinion?]

[What kind of people even are they?]

[Why does none of them act normally? Each one is stranger than the last!]

Xue Tong Zi and the others were baffled, while the sect master was so angry he almost spat blood.

[Every time it was just a little bit short!]

[He had only been a hair away from wiping out these two!]

“Among all sins, killing is the heaviest. Benefactor, why not spare others when you are able to spare them?”

Master Jie Chen’s face was full of compassion and his aura was gentle. One could not sense the presence of a Divine Transformation Cultivator from him at all. He seemed like an ordinary person among the masses.

The sect master still held his arrogance as he shouted: “Big monk, this has nothing to do with you. Do not stick your nose where it does not belong!”

Master Jie Chen replied calmly: “That is not so. If one sees all living beings as oneself, then other people’s matters are also this poor monk’s matter. How could that be called meddling? Also, all beings are equal. Benefactor, why be so aggressive? It would be better to put down the prejudice in your heart…”

Master Jie Chen was indeed an enlightened High Monk. Even when facing the sect master, he could calmly preach the Buddhist Dharma.

At first everyone listened with great interest.

After all, Master Jie Chen was a renowned High Monk. Each year, countless people devoted to Buddhism traveled over mountains and rivers just to listen to his lectures.

However, as time went on, everyone gradually found it hard to keep standing there.

He was talking for too long and was far too good at it.

[Is Master Jie Chen not tired?]

Hua Tu did not know if Master Jie Chen was tired, but he himself was. He used the old ox’s horn beside him to scratch his backside. In the end he could not hold it in and, mustering his courage, he went to complain to Bu Yan and Jie Chen.

He said in a low voice: “Honored Masters, he is the Sect Master of the Heavenly Fire Divine Sect! He will never join the Buddhist Order!”

So he begged again: “So please stop chanting!”

Bu Yan let his gaze rest on the sect master’s outer robe for a few breaths, then nodded toward Master Jie Chen.

He too had recognized the flame pattern.

Master Jie Chen’s expression did not change, but he finally stopped preaching and said with a smile: “So you are the Sect Master of the Heavenly Fire Divine Sect.”

For some reason, the sect master felt a chill.

He frowned and swept his Divine Sense around, confirming that there was only this one Divine Transformation stage big monk nearby.

He lifted his chin proudly: “That is right, I am!”

No matter how strong these big monks were, they were only followers of the Buddhist Order, while he was the Founder of the Heavenly Fire Divine Sect!

[They all had to bow their heads to him!]

“Why did you not say so earlier? If you had told this poor monk your identity earlier, this poor monk would not have…” Master Jie Chen’s face suddenly twisted. “…wasted time on you! Evil heretic, watch this old monk send you to the next life! Bu Yan!”

Bu Yan respectfully held up the Wooden Fish Mallet with both hands.

Master Jie Chen flicked his outer robe aside and charged forward with the Wooden Fish Mallet raised.

Hua Tu: [Huh?]

The Demonic Beasts: [Huh??]

Si Tu Xuan and the group of Nascent Soul Old Fiends: [What???]

[Wait, what is going on?]

[Master Jie Chen, were you not just preaching the Buddhist Dharma just now? Why did you suddenly start fighting?]

[And in such an ungraceful, rough way at that.]

[How are we supposed to respect Buddhist Cultivators after this?]

Bu Yan, however, looked completely calm.

Outsiders did not know that the Wooden Fish Mallet was actually his master, Master Jie Chen’s, former Magical Artifact.

Back then, Master Jie Chen had been famous in Clarity Sound Temple for his bad temper. Later, his own master had made him a Wooden Fish Ritual Block to temper his mood.

To make the Wooden Fish Ritual Block last longer, he had even specially chosen tough and durable wood.

But things went out of control. Master Jie Chen found that the Wooden Fish Mallet felt more comfortable to use than his other Magical Artifacts, so he became very attached to it.

In the end, the matter concluded with the Wooden Fish Mallet being forcibly taken away.

Dozens of years later, once Master Jie Chen’s temperament had stabilized, his master finally returned the Wooden Fish Ritual Block to him.

After he took disciples, he then passed the Wooden Fish Ritual Block on to Bu Yan.

Bu Yan felt a bit emotional. His master had not touched the Wooden Fish Mallet for many years, yet he still used it so smoothly. He should really learn from his master.

In Bu Yan’s hands, the Wooden Fish Mallet was only a simple weapon, but in Master Jie Chen’s hands, it was a deadly killing tool.

The sect master took a hit by accident and felt as if his very soul was about to be knocked out of his body.

Most hateful of all, his divine fire could not threaten Jie Chen at all.

Just as Zhu Qing had said, Clarity Sound Temple was a natural enemy to the Heavenly Fire Divine Sect.

He could not win in a fight, nor could he win in a war of words.

He had only one path left.

[Run!]