Chapter 251 The Comical Fruit under the Comical Tree
Translator: 549690339
Stirring up hatred and becoming the target of attacks had always been an activity that Li Xiaobai tirelessly engaged in.
And using the name Liu Jinshui to stir things up was just too damn thrilling.
“A mere junior dares to provoke us time and time again, die!”
Several cultivators at the Transcendence Tribulation Stage joined forces, unleashing fierce waves of Spiritual Power that swept across the area, with Demonic Flames rolling throughout the scene. These were Song Zhong’s tactics.
Although these righteous sect members were using Cultivation Techniques, their methods were even more terrifying than those of the Demon Path. Li Xiaobai casually summoned a strand of Hellfire, which had become much more resilient after being scorched over a period of time, and had now begun to devour small items.
The attacks of these Tribulation Crossing cultivators contained extremely pure fluctuations of Spiritual Power, which, if devoured even slightly, could have an effect even better than feeding Spirit Stones or Magic Treasures.
Feeling the powerful surges of Spiritual Power, Li Xiaobai chuckled, “Old man, you’re not up to par. It’s not your fault that you’re weak, but it’s definitely your fault for swaggering around.”
“Insolent brat, how dare you insult me!”
“You old lecher are more than deserving of death, what so-called people of the righteous path, what famous great sects, all are nothing but a bunch of reputation-seeking hypocrites!”
Su Mei’er said fiercely.
“Nonsense, the demonic woman of the Demon Sect deserves death by everyone’s hand. You bewitched the disciples of the Buddhist Sect first, and then you killed the people of the righteous path. Today, regardless of your backgrounds, you are definitely going to face the law!”
Song Zhong’s forehead bulged with veins, feeling embarrassed to be exposed in public.
“Amitabha, benefactor, you have fallen into illusion. Right and wrong in the world are in the heart, not in appearance. Although Su Mei’er comes from the Demon Path, her heart is not evil, and she hasn’t committed any acts that defy heaven and reason. On the other hand, if you benefactors can put down your butcher’s knives early, our Buddha is compassionate and is still willing to transform and guide you,”
Monk Liaowang said indifferently.
“The demon monk has no Buddha in his heart and cannot represent the Buddha. Indeed, our Buddha is compassionate, but only towards those who deserve compassion. Secretly colluding with the demonic woman from the Demon Sect and openly opposing the righteous sect members, such behavior is enough to expel you from the Buddhist Sect!”
The Vajra chanting echoed from the void, carrying an irresistible flavor.
The cultivators below who heard these words all felt a deep sense of agreement, as if the demon monk in front of them was truly an unforgivable being.
At the thought, the disciples did not sense anything wrong, but the few great cultivators at the Tribulation Crossing Stage were shocked into sweating coldly, biting their tongues hard to stay awake.
This was a divine skill of the Buddhist Sect, the Sutra of Transmigration, which could convert others and make them follow the Buddhist Sect with a single word.
They had just begun to agree with the other side’s viewpoint. If they continued to sink further, they would end up mysteriously joining the Buddhist Sect.
The one capable of this must definitely be a high monk in the Mahayana Realm of the Buddhist Sect.
“Cough cough, indeed, the demon monk has no Buddha in his heart. If you surrender obediently, perhaps you can be treated more leniently!”
Song Zhong coughed a few times, awakening the Primordial Spirits of thousands of disciple cultivators from being converted, escaping from that state with lingering fear. The Buddhist Sect couldn’t sit still any longer and was preparing to make the first move, as they were powerless against high monks of the Mahayana Realm.
The bigwigs of the Cangtian Sect were still on the way; all they could do was pray for them to arrive sooner.
Everyone was startled into a cold sweat, not even having seen a single figure, yet they had nearly been converted to the Buddhist Sect. The Buddhist Sect of the Western Desert was truly unfathomable.
Monk Yuanjue’s face brightened with joy, as the voice came from the direction of the Thousand Buddha Temple. This meant that the disciple who had gone for help must have met with the Abbot master. With the Abbot’s intervention, they would surely be able to capture the demonic woman and demon monk.
“The Buddha distinguishes not between good and evil, but only causality. Master Abbot’s words, however, are deluded. Projecting one’s own thoughts onto the Buddha is unlikely to lead to the cultivation of the Golden Body and ultimate fruit.”
Monk Liaowang’s eyes were covered in a layer of gold as he looked towards the Thousand Buddha Temple.
He could see that, within the grand hall of the Thousand Buddha Temple, stood an old monk, dressed in splendid regalia, a red Kasaya embroidered with Magic Treasures and Spiritual Artifacts, who was now meeting his gaze across the void.
“Since when can a demon monk talk about the Buddha?”
“Vile heretics, believing a few tricks of Buddhist Law make you understand the Buddha, this is a misfortune for the Buddhist Sect. Now, to speak rashly of the Buddha is to disdain the Buddhist Law of the Western Desert. Our Buddha’s mercy is naturally good, and your demon-inspired words aim only to disrupt the Buddhist hearts of our disciples!”
“Today, I will capture you to uphold the dignity of the Thousand Buddha Temple in the Western Desert!”
A golden hand manifested in the void, reaching towards the direction where Monk Liaowang was located. Wherever it passed, nearby cultivators dissolved like snow, a testament to the power of the Buddhist Law it carried.
“Great Master, we are on your side!”
The multitudes of cultivators retreated in terror, recognizing the hand as the divine skill of a Great Crossing Realm monk, against which their minor cultivation stood no chance of survival if touched.
Monk Yuanjue too was shocked beyond measure, having not anticipated the Abbot Master to act so recklessly, and quickly lead the Buddhist Sect disciples to scatter.
“Amitabha, under the Bodhi tree, the Bodhi Fruit, now I truly understand who I am.”
Monk Liaowang chanted a Buddhist invocation, his body bursting with golden light as if ready to withstand the oncoming assault. Li Xiaobai’s expression darkened somewhat; surely the monk wasn’t that inflated with ego, was he?
“Giggle, under the funny tree, the funny fruit, beneath the funny tree, you and me!”
Ji Wuqing paid no heed, her excitement reaching a peak, thrilled by the sensation of being surrounded and under attack.
She loved the feeling of being underestimated and yet remaining unbeatable.
“Silence!”
A trace of anger tinged the ethereal voice from the void, as the golden hand thundered down, intent on suppressing Monk Liaowang.
“Great Master, are you really sure this will work? Should we perhaps run first?”
As he watched the enormous hand in the void, Li Xiaobai inquired with some uncertainty.
“With me here, there’s no problem, Baldy, cast it down quickly!”
Ji Wuqing shouted.
“Open the path across thousands of miles!”
“Master Li, let’s avoid the brunt of this for now. We’ll meet later, be safe.”
Monk Liaowang turned to Li Xiaobai, speaking briefly before his form became ethereal, vanishing instantaneously with Su Mei’er, leaving behind a dumbfounded Ji Wuqing.
Li Xiaobai’s face darkened, sure enough, every critical moment, people beside him kept dropping the ball, this damnable creature wasn’t just a little bit of a letdown.
The golden hand was now close at hand, and Li Xiaobai’s wrist flicked as he brought out a golden talisman.
“Great Crossing Golden Body Talisman!”
Golden light surged, a valuable item from the shop. A single Great Crossing Golden Body Talisman could witstand a strike from a Great Crossing Realm cultivator, priced at three thousand superior-grade Spirit Stones.
It was quite expensive, but to Li Xiaobai, who was now worth tens of millions, it was merely a trifle.
The golden hand struck Li Xiaobai, the Golden Body Talisman’s patterns flowing, resisting the attack.
[Attribute Points +20000…]
[Attribute Points +22000…]
The golden hand dissipated, and the protective golden light around shattered piece by piece. Seeing the data on the system panel, Li Xiaobai felt a surge of excitement.
Damn, these Great Crossing Realm cultivators are fierce, casually granting tens of thousands of Attribute Points with a single slap. They’re not just a little bit powerful.
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