"Fuck, what a paranoid personality..."
Muttering a curse, he abruptly stepped back as blood light intertwined with Buddha light, majesty and murderous aura overlapping. The bizarre atmosphere imdiately made the youth raise his hand and unleash a Frost Palm!
The blue light dissipated, and that Jin Shan demon monk stood firm like an old dog in his original spot, the power of the Buddhist Bell more terrifying than imagined. He took a step forward, entering the courtyard with his chin slightly raised, his tone brimming with confidence and a barely concealed arrogance.
"Dare to disrespect Buddha on holy Buddhist ground, deserves death."
The Buddhist Bell and pagoda gently collided, the sound piercing into the brain like thunder!
The youth’s expression turned dazed as he clutched his head, but his ntal fortitude was unshaken, hands still forming spells ready to strike at any mont. This scene surprised Jin Shan.
He had been in the southwest corner of the Central Plains for more than half a year now, just rebuilding the Golden Square Holy Temple and planning a breakthrough to Nascent Soul. This was why he had begun to interact with the outside world, though he had been in the surrounding area for many years, eventually choosing this place after careful selection.
So, Purple Cloud Palace wasn’t the first to discover him; naturally, other sects had found him too.
But those people ca and never returned, with the relics of Master Guang Xian, his two disciples, and even how much he would be unbeaten, which is why he could casually speak with such breadth and confidence in front of Jiang Feng. That previous heavy hamr was enough to fill one’s ears with devilish sounds; with the young man’s cultivation at the lower grade of Core Formation, he should have been subjugated on the spot.
"Why not lay down your arms and join our Buddhist sect, help us rectify the injustices of this world, or do you wish to seek death, aiding tyranny?"
The voice resonated like a great bell, filled with confidence and audaciousness.
Shuipang County and its surroundings were lands of poverty, located to the southwest of the Central Plains bordering the Demon Race. Its significance was not much different from Qingshui County where Jiang Feng had been before, even the State City lacked noteworthy individuals.
Moreover, he had seen so of the powerhouses from the state city, but to his surprise, the young man of rely lower grade of Core Formation dared to curse openly.
"You sure are diligent with your words, constantly talking about the Buddhist sect and Buddha. Have you ever considered whether the Buddhist sect even acknowledges you? Escaped from Vajra Temple like a dog, and they can’t even be bothered to catch you, yet you dare to speak such words?"
"Also assembling Master Guang Xian and his juniors’ heads on the Buddha statues, if they knew, wouldn’t they crush you to dust, you dog? Do you feel no guilt when prostrating before them, or is it guilt that compels you to worship your master and juniors daily?"
His old face turned ashen in an instant!
But Jiang Feng had no intention of joking around. He smirked coldly, sarcastically saying, "You talk a good ga, claiming to offer reincarnation for those who suffer. With your abilities, I’m afraid you can’t even get past the Beast Path. Nearly a hundred years as a dog in Vajra Temple and still unable to break through to Nascent Soul; couldn’t resist and started harming unborn infants."
"What, is it because your own bloodline is so lowly? Jealous of the highborn who have everything from birth? Jealous because your innate talent is lacking, so you start complaining about the injustice of the world, eager to act in the na of justice?"
"But you need not worry too much; maybe you’re just the spawn of soone’s stray shepherd dog. It’s normal for soone with a lowly bloodline and no cultivation talent. Honestly, if it was a pig staying in Vajra Temple for nearly a hundred years, it should have beco immortal by now."
"It’s only you, stuck at Core Formation for a hundred years with no progress. In the end, you’ve fallen so low as to rely on consuming won and infants to condense your Nascent Soul. Now, I do believe what your Buddhist sect preaches."
He looked up slightly, his expression and deanor identically mimicking Jin Shan’s earlier posture of grand discussion.
"Human is human, demon is demon, a dog never changes its habit of eating shit. It has been like this since ancient tis."
The ashen face lost all semblance of color.
Although Jiang Feng was not particularly skilled, as long as it ca to verbal sparring, he always stood unbeaten. The abominable demon’s eloquence might have convinced so greenhorn straight out of his shell, making them believe or at least doubtful.
Questioning the Buddhist sect, the Buddhist Law, the justice—they assud the posture as if they were to replace Buddha and dispense justice to the world, but what was the result?
Stuck in Core Formation, not advancing or retreating, resorting to such lowly ans for a breakthrough. Their so-called revenge on the officials appeared righteous, but was equally rooted in personal desires.
This type of person is a typical paranoid personality: extre mindset, sick self, closed-minded, distorted understanding, and no self-awareness. Faced with such a person, Jiang Feng naturally had a way to deal with him: three words.
"Expose the wound."
Jin Shan was indeed a defected scum who fled Vajra Temple, with no ho to return to, both his master and seniors were high monks. Using the accomplishnts of his elders to negate him, and now he’s going through all these troubles just to condense his Nascent Soul?
Spending a century in ditation at Vajra Temple, a holy Buddhist place, and still such a level of cultivation shows how poor his talent is. It was said that he was a golden-furred "beng" picked up, and within a few exchanges, the demon monk Jin Shan was defenseless...
Clang!
The Buddhist Bell rang out, the entire sky filled with blood, the evil aura hit faces, and even the air inhaled through the nose carried a sticky quality, enough to imagine how many people were refined inside that seemingly palm-sized Buddhist Bell.
Countless devout spirits floated in the air, pleading for blessings, as their souls continually poured into the body of the demon monk Jin Shan. But he was not in a hurry to make a move, instead pacing slowly in the spacious backyard, exuding a confidence in prevailing.
The surging of Spiritual Energy made Jiang Feng’s complexion extrely ugly. But he wasn’t foolish; he had already made preparations before entering, and if things really went awry, he would just make a run for it.
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