Chapter 580: Chapter 238: Concealing the Head, Revealing the Tail! (Please Subscribe)
Master Kongjing scrutinized the young man before him and saw a tall, majestic figure erge.
—It was actually a Golden Arhat sitting cross-legged on a giant white tiger!
Like an enraged Vajra, his expression was dignified, yet due to the imnse power of his vows and virtues, his figure appeared as if a Buddha who transforms the world through “killing to stop killing.”
That was why Master Kongjing had remarked earlier, “The young benefactor is destined to have a bond with Buddha.”
It was not rely a bond; he himself was an incarnate Buddha!
Yet he was confused why the young benefactor’s words seed to insult the Buddhist sect?
“You jest, my friend.”
Even the well-seasoned Lu Hequn couldn’t keep his composure, managing only a forced smile as he said:
“Ti is running out; we trouble Master Kongjing to take us to the inner hall.”
Ye Ningxiu quickly nodded in agreent, saying, “It’s indeed getting late; the poor Taoist and Master Chi Yu agreed last night to witness the bout between Nephew Lu Fang and that young monk today.”
Master Kongjing took a deep look at Chen Yi’s Divine Will, took a deep breath, and said no more, calmly turning to lead the way.
“Three benefactors, please follow .”
“However, there might be other monks coming to watch the duel later, and I hope Mr. Lu and Master Ye can forgive this.”
“Oh?” Lu Hequn quickened his pace to walk alongside him and asked, “Whom do you refer to, Master Kongjing?”
“Since Lu Fang and Qing Zhu from Vajra Temple agreed on a duel yesterday, the monks from various temples who ca before should also co for a look upon hearing this.”
Master Kongjing said with a chuckle, “Your Yuhua Immortal Sect is a leading figure among the Taoist sects known worldwide, and Vajra Temple is also a reputed Buddhist monastery.”
“A duel between the prodigious disciples of both schools naturally sparks interest in more people, just as a preliminary to the approaching grand event.”
Ye Ningxiu pondered, “If that’s the case, we naturally have no objections.”
“That would be good…”
Chen Yi listened as they spoke back and forth about the duel, yet every word pointed to the upcoming grand event of the Wei Dynasty, causing so doubt to rise in his heart.
Based on his guess from last night, the duel between Lu Fang and the Buddhist disciples should be hiding so secrets; but listening to them now, it seed none had any awareness.
Could he have been mistaken?
Might Yuhua Immortal Sect have no connection with “Extre Pure Heaven”?
As Chen Yi contemplated, he remained enshrouded in the Inch天涯 Divine Will.
While he investigated the lifelike Buddhist statues within the Buddhist Hall, he simultaneously guarded against another invasion of the prior eminent vow and virtue.
Those monks’ words—he didn’t believe a single one.
The eminent vow and virtue left by the devout laypersons—it seed to him that the previous white jade steps were specially stored Buddhist vow power through so secret technique.
Though it might have the effect of calming the mind, he realized those vow powers likely had the ability to convert ordinary visitors to Dakong Temple into devout Buddhist followers.
After all, upon his first visit to Dakong Temple, he encountered the descending birth of “Dakong Buddha’s Son” Fu Chen.
Had it not been for Ancient Tao’s intervention shattering it, at the ti of Buddha’s Son’s arrival, the people of Kyoto Prefecture who ca to worship would have beco devout followers of the Buddhist sect.
Speaking of which, Chen Yi couldn’t help but think of Old Madam Chen.
That elderly woman was also a worshipper, though whether her worship relates to coming to Dakong Temple remains unknown.
Thinking of this, Chen Yi pursed his lips internally, occasionally glancing at Master Kongjing leading the way ahead, assessing him with intent.
Master Kongjing’s breath was round and wholeso, even after the previous white jade steps shattered, his expression remained as calm as a deep well, as if nothing had transpired.
Yet the more serene his expression appeared, the more anomalous it made Chen Yi feel within.
Judging by one’s own standards, if his ho were destroyed, he wouldn’t remain indifferent.
Even if he didn’t retaliate, his words wouldn’t be courteous.
Unlike this Master Kongjing monk here, who uttered not a word of complaint, claiming instead that he was destined to have a bond with Buddha.
Truly a realized eminent monk?
Not a chance!
Soon, the four of them crossed the golden Buddhist hall atop the mountain, only for Chen Yi to realize the golden Buddhist hall of Dakong Temple harbored another realm behind it.
He saw two small peaks behind, standing on each side of the Buddhist hall where he found himself.
On one side, there were two grand halls, with large gleaming words on them—Book Storage Tower, Arhat Hall.
The other side housed a spacious Martial Arts Arena, neatly paved with golden bricks.
At this mont, a hundred monks in short garnts stood in orderly rows on one side of the arena.
Many monks in robes surrounded them, occasionally dotted by bright-eyed nuns.
Two days unseen, Lu Fang donned a fine Daoist robe, standing on the other side of the Martial Arts Arena, eyes slightly astonished as he gazed towards the Buddhist hall.
To be precise, he was looking at Chen Yi… Lu Xiaofeng disguised as Chen Yi.
Chen Yi exchanged a glance with him, his expression naturally breaking into a wide smile, and waved to him.
“Three benefactors, let’s proceed.”
At this mont, Master Kongjing turned to the three persons, gesturing to enshroud them with the Divine Soul and bring them to the Martial Arts Arena.
Ye Ningxiu and Lu Hequn were about to express gratitude when they saw Chen Yi’s image beginning to fade away. They both paused before imdiately giving a wry smile and said:
“Forgive us, Master Kongjing.”
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