pappabearbooks Chapter 1144 - 508: Ancient Secret
Chapter 1144 - 508: Ancient Secret
"Demon Fiend! That is a treasure of my Buddhist Sect, how could a demon fiend be allowed to peep at it?"Seeing the Golden Roc Demon King about to succeed, it was struck on its talons by the Zen Staff thrown out by Master Huifang, causing it to miss at the last moment.
"You baldy, go to hell!"
The Demon King flew into a rage, its whole body’s Demon Qi surged, Demonic Power flooding into its talons, restoring the bone-cracked claws.
It circled once in midair, then dove down again, intent on snatching the Ancient Bronze Bell.
"Boom!"
On Li Yunjing’s side, he also reacted, immediately casting a Five Elements Divine Thunder, blasting toward the Golden Roc Demon King.
As for the Netherworld Blood Butterflies of the little girl, they poured in like a black tide, corroding great swathes of charred black on its wings.
"Fuck! These Netherworld Blood Butterflies have their eyes on me now, wasn’t it enough that you already took advantage?"
Seeing the little girl make her move, Li Yunjing felt utterly disgusted.
Earlier he had wounded the three High Monks of Mingxin Temple, and in the end the benefits all fell to this Demon Fiend. Now that she saw him crossing blows with the Golden Roc Demon King, she was coming over again to fish in troubled waters?
This made Li Yunjing so furious he was about to burst a lung.
But he was stretched too thin to split his focus, and had no way to deal with that little girl.
After all, among all the beings clashing here, almost everyone was after the Ancient Bronze Bell; only the little girl had shown no interest in the Ancient Bronze Bell, being far more interested in hunting Golden Core Realm Cultivators.
"Go!"
Li Yunjing seized the moment, turning the Blood Demon Seal into a streak of flowing light, hurling it toward the deep pit.
Li Wushang roared and followed close behind, his Blood Blade cleaving apart layer after layer of obstruction.
Just as everyone was fighting over it, the ground suddenly shook violently.
The Ancient Bronze Bell thundered, and the entire pit began to collapse.
"The earth is splitting open!"
Everyone’s hearts stirred; almost without hesitation, they all flew downward into the depths.
They had just entered the pit when they felt the tremor of the earth; with a deafening boom, the ground split apart, revealing an Underworld covered in shining Runes.
Once Li Yunjing steadied himself, he found he was standing before an ancient temple built underground, a vermilion plaque overhead bearing three gilded characters: Jieye Temple.
On the steps of the temple sat a White Bone Monk.
This monk had a golden Sariputra floating above his skull, still emitting a faint radiance.
On the temple steps and from the eaves, the bells were chiming of their own accord with no wind, ringing out ding ding dang dang.
"Jieye Ancient Temple!"
Monk Huifang was the first to charge toward Jieye Ancient Temple, with eleven streaks of Golden Light following closely behind.
Clearly, the people of the Buddhist Sect understood the crucial significance of Jieye Ancient Temple!
At this moment, a monk wearing a golden kasaya and holding a withered bamboo staff appeared.
This monk’s age could not be discerned; his features were refined, brows kindly, eyes benevolent. He was barefoot, yet not a speck of dust clung to him, and his entire person exuded a kind of "Zen" aura.
He was clearly a High Monk of the Buddhist Sect!
"Amitabha!"
The monk appeared there, looked over the crowd, and said mildly, "This place is Jieye Ancient Temple; there have long since been no treasures here. Fellow Daoists, I hope that when you fight, you will stay away from this place and not harm so much as a blade of grass or a single tree within the temple."
Li Yunjing and the others all started, even stopping their battle.
They stared at the faintly visible golden Runes beneath the monk’s bare feet, secretly thinking: "If there truly are no treasures here, why would this mysterious monk appear in person to persuade us?"
They scrutinized the monk but could not see through his depth; for a time, everyone fell silent, hesitating over whether they should just kill this annoying baldy first.
"Cut the crap! Since the Ancient Bronze Bell has fallen here, it must be inextricably linked to this ancient temple!"
Li Wushang’s Blood Blade had already torn open the air, pointing straight at the monk, murderous intent soaring.
"Ding dong, ding dong..."
Where the blood light passed, the bells and wind chimes at the eaves of the temple suddenly rang wildly, as if sounding an alarm.
"To hell with your ancient temple! Whoever dares block my path to the treasure, kill without mercy!"
The Golden Roc Demon King flapped its wings, the demonic wind it stirred sweeping the sand and stones on the ground into whirling vortices.
Before its words even faded, cold light exploded from its talons as it pounced toward the White Bone Monk on the steps.
"Alas... the sea of suffering is boundless; turn back and you will find the shore..."
The monk sighed softly and tapped his withered bamboo staff. A golden light curtain rose from the ground, actually dispelling the Demon King’s attack in its entirety.
"Outrageous!"
Master Huifang’s eyes bulged with fury, his Buddha Beads bursting into Golden Light. "Jieye Ancient Temple is a Sacred Land of the Buddhist Sect; how could we allow a Demon Monk like you to profane it?"
The eleven monks of Mingxin Temple behind him formed Seals at the same time and charged in to kill.
"Uh..."
The mysterious monk, who just moments ago had been as calm as wind and clouds, finally lost his composure. He stared blankly at Master Huifang, as if unable to imagine that such shameless people could exist.
He, the orthodox heir of Jieye Ancient Temple, had gained a fortuitous encounter, found the ruins of the destroyed temple, and come to pay homage to his predecessors and the every detail of the temple.
Who could have thought that the people of Mingxin Temple would actually say such words in front of him, the "host"?
Do they have not even a shred of shame left?
Do they have any of the precepts of a Buddhist Disciple left?
Has such wild talk become something they can just spout at will?
Is Mingxin Temple even still a branch of the Buddhist Sect?
"Hand over whatever treasure has appeared here and that will be the end of it. Otherwise... heh heh!"
The mysterious monk was not allowed to say more. Daoist Mingde’s Sword Box trembled lightly as seven Flying Swords floated around his body, lethal intent surging beneath his honest-looking face.
The golden-eyed little girl suddenly giggled, a blood-colored vortex spinning rapidly beneath her feet. "Old monk, you claim there’s no treasure; then what does that Sariputra above his head count as?"
With a wave of her jade hand, tens of thousands of Netherworld Blood Butterflies surged toward the golden relic above the head of the White Bone Monk on the steps.
"The elder has already passed into Death; why must you profane his remains?"