Chapter 85: The Essence of Karma! & The Master and the Book (I)
Translator: Sissy That Walk
Luo Jianqing sheathed Floating Frost Sword and decided to wait and see.
Right now, although his cultivation base was lower than the monk for a level of stage, he still owned much more powerful Spiritual Sense than the latter who seed wasn’t aware of his snooping. Luo Jianqing concentrated his mind on what’s going on in the room, ready to take any action if needed.
Soul Summoning Strear was suddenly snatched by a stranger popping up from nowhere; Yun Xiang’s mind went blank for a mont, but after just a few seconds, she squinted, with right hand gradually forming a claw, warning the unwelco guest in a low voice, “Now heed my words, monk, today I have no intention of griming my hand with blood, so you’d better return the Soul Summoning Strear back to , otherwise, I will send you to the hand of death!”
Though her words were threatening, Yun Xiang stayed vigilant.
With a faint smile hanging on the delicately chiseled face, the monk seed like being shrouded by the Buddha Glow. He fixed his eyes on the girl in black and said, “Lady, the Soul Summoning Strear is no benign item, why are you so obsessed with it?”
Yun Xiang sneered, “So, that’s a ‘no’, I guess?”
The monk slightly shook his head, “You can never deliver these enmity souls into samsara if they are confined by the strear. An evil item like this should not exist in the world.”
Yun Xiang lifted her chin, losing her manner, “You bald donkey! I’m gonna tear you apart!”
The next mont, a black shadow dashed forward with the skeleton-like sharp claw aiming at the young monk’s neck. Yun Xiang was fast like a lightning, but her rival was even faster. Foot tapping the surface, he flew up from the sill and landed in the room swiftly, avoiding Yun Xiang’s attack.
Of course, Yun Xiang won’t give up this easily.
The battle was on. They scuffled together at once. The Fiend cultivatress struck rcilessly, while the monk kept backing off and dodging.
As the Fiend Exalt’s disciple, Yun Xiang was no diocre kind of cultivator. She didn’t use her Lethal Maneuvers at first, but, gradually, the shadow of claws tended to be more and more brutal, and every single strike was targeting at the monk’s vital acupoints.
However, to Luo Jianqing’s surprise, the monk perfectly avoided all the whacks, remaining unhard without taking a single action to fight back.
While adroitly leaning to one side and letting Yun Xiang’s claw jabbing in vain, he even had ti to chuckle, “Amitabha, lady, why are you so obsessed with it?”
“Lady, the Soul Summoning Strear is not suitable for a female cultivator like you to use. Moreover, it is obviously not a proper enhancer for your Claw Maneuvers.”
“Lady, you’ve been injured by the Enmity Qi when you were trying to ta it. Now is not the best ti for you to rival with .”
There was no doubt that the monk had a pleasant voice like an ethereal Buddha chant, but Yun Xiang felt nothing but sarcasm.
Determined to put this to an end, Yun Xiang squinted. Operating the roaring Fiend Power inside her body, she dashed forward. Along her side, the diabolic claw shadow was transford into a gale of Fiend Qi, blotting out the ceiling, stunning the monk. The latter then ceased backing off, instead, he held the ground, reviving the Buddha Beads Bracelet around his wrist.
Crystal-like Buddha Beads were floating in front of him, glittering with golden Buddha Glow.
Boom!
The Beads and the claw crushed into each other with trendous montum, which knocked Yun Xiang in the air, making her body pound the wall. She spat out a mouthful of dark blood. Lifting her head, the girl was enraged, “Bald donkey! Do you have a slightest idea about who I am? Today, you ss with ; tomorrow, I’ll rip your head apart!”
The monk bead, “No need to threaten . Of course I know who you are.”
Yun Xiang was suddenly stunned, “How co...you already know that?”
Smiling elegantly, the monk replied with limpid eyes which seed like concealing colossal amount of wisdom, “Reaching late-stage Cold Core Period cultivation with a thirtyish Bone Age, only the talented one can achieve these. Among all the Fiend Cultivators, I assu, only the Fiend Exalt has the ability to train such an excellent disciple like you.”
One hand covering her wounded chest, Yun Xiang got up and sneered, “So, you do know who I am, and still injured whatsoever. Aren’t you afraid that my Master will tear you apart? No, there’s no need to bother him. After all, any one of the Fiend Palace’ Elders can chop you into pieces, and that won’t reduce my hatred! Even if you kneel and apologize right now, I will not forgive you!”
The young monk lifted his gaze, fixing his eyes on her. He remained calm and elegant as before.
Eyes eting in the air, Yun Xiang was transfixed. Surprisingly, she didn’t say anything satire but stayed silent.
“Lady, you are possessed by your obsession. Eliminating insatiable greed, holding no desire for gluttony, not thinking for wrath, keeping away from the evil, these are already ways of cultivating Buddhism. I never did anything wrong, why and for what should you have my apology?”
His words, obviously, added fuel to Yun Xiang’s fire of rage, “You’ve snatched my Soul Summoning Strear! Isn’t it sothing you should be ashad of? Do you need more reason to apologize?!”
The monk smiled, “The Soul Summoning Strear belongs to no one. It might not do you any good in the future if you possess it.”
Irritated by his peaceful attitude, Yun Xiang went furiously speechless. Turning around, she suddenly saw her reflection in the mirror. Eyes widened, she imdiately gripped the pieces of fabric hanging on her chest and took out a set of clothes from her Interspatial Ring.
In a flash, Yun Xiang got an idea, “Ha! You’ve seen my body! You broke the commandnt of lust!”
The monk shook his head and bowed down to salute, “Experienced voidance of mind, purgation of heart, I hold none in filth, make no claim to lust, and thee – therefore – are no differ to a vase, dazzling and delicate, but that is all I see.”
Before Yun Xiang could figure out what he ant, Luo Jianqing chuckled when he heard these words.
Though he already had an idea about the monk’s identity, Luo Jianqing didn’t interrupt their fight. He heard about this superior disciple of Gui Yuan Sect even in his last life, an endowed genius with great wisdom whose na was Yu Chen. This legendary monk had no Dharma na, and was called by the commoners as ‘Fo Zi’ (Buddha in Chinese is pronounced as ‘Fo’).
Entitled with a na like this, he must have reached a decent level on analyzing the Buddha essence.
Fo Zi’s cultivation level was not that high. Now, though he only reached the middle-stage Nascent Soul Period, all the Buddha Cultivators were impressed by his sharp understanding on the essence of Buddha, giving him a respectful title of ‘Fo Zi’.
For instance, a mont ago, Yun Xiang criticized Fo Zi for peeking at her body. As a Fiend Cultivator, she was no traditional fusty girl. Actually, if her flesh was seen, she wouldn’t mind about it that much. What she really wanted was to humiliate him. Nonetheless, Fo Zi replied her that ‘though I’ve seen your nudity, it is nothing but a body composed of flesh and covered with skin because you are not in my heart. Then why should it count as breaking the commandnt of lust?’
Luo Jianqing finally understood that why Fo Zi would be Yan Su’s old enemy. If Yan Su didn’t enter the Thousands of Ghosts Cave for five-years of indoor training and endured the heart-chewing pain, he would be left behind by Fo Zi for several levels of cultivation.
In the end, Yun Xiang still failed to find out the aning of Fo Zi’s words. Irritated, she tried to block Fo Zi’s way, keeping him from leaving the room, but the difference in their cultivation base was so distinct – plus her injuries of course – she had zero chance of success. Before Fo Zi left, she said to him in outrage, “Tell your na! One day, I will definitely kill you even if I need to hunt you down to the very edge of the world!”
Slightly astonished, Fo Zi looked back to the glamorous girl and folded his hands together, “My humble na is Yu Chen. I have no Dharma na.”
Finishing the last word, he flew out, leaving behind a furious Fiend Cultivatress.
The next mont, Luo Jianqing walked to the backyard of the tailor shop, gazing at the firmant, then a light-colored figure entered the yard. The latter bowed slightly, giving him a smile, “Sir, if you also want the Soul Summoning Strear like the lady does, give it up, I have no intention of giving it to anyone.”
Slowly, Luo Jianqing turned back, fixing his eyes on the monk.
Fo Zi didn’t show any sign of being impressed by Luo Jianqing’s resplendent visage when he saw his face.
Luo Jianqing bead, “Fo Zi?”
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