Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 581 I Respect the Ghost Sheep
Daidi, Shengle.

This place is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with abundant water and grass. The north and south sides are almost flat. Although it is far from the Qingrang Moye, the two places are only separated by the Yinshan Mountain as a barrier.

The grassland was covered with thorny lemon trees, full of sharp thorns. Occasionally, a wild rabbit would dart out, only to be entangled by these bloodthirsty plants, its bones and blood sucked dry, leaving only its fur to fall into the mud.

Traces left from the Northern Wei Dynasty still rage. The ley lines in the area from Shengle to Yinshan are in chaos, with the energies of Wu and Ji intertwined and difficult to separate, making it difficult to establish formations.

Only Shengle, the former capital of the Northern Wei Dynasty, can be considered to have a stable spiritual energy and a righteous earth vein, a place where the earth element flourishes, and can be called a blessed land.

The majestic Black Stone City covers an area of ​​dozens of miles, with its iron-gray banner fluttering in the wind, adorned with white horses, blue oxen, and images of celestial gods and mountain spirits.

In the distance outside the city, Liao people in various costumes could be seen coming and going, driving cattle and sheep, and listening to the sutras and sermons around monks in sand-yellow and gold-red robes. Among them were some half-transformed demons who listened to the sutras with mortals. Amidst the smoky atmosphere, there was a sense of peace.

The void was broken open, and the Qi of the earth flowed, cycling between barrenness and abundance.

The enormous demonic body plummeted from the sky, and the wooden-headed blue lion and the fire-feathered red eagle fell to the ground. The light of the wood armor raged and broke through the demonic body, causing the two Bodhi-level demons unbearable pain.

The commotion was enormous, but the herdsmen and monks in the distance did not notice it and acted as if they had not heard it.

"My lord, my lord!"

Qingdan and Zhushen cried out in agony and knelt on the ground.

A man dressed in a blue Taoist robe with yellow patterns landed slowly, his expression calm and his breathing steady, as if he had not suffered any injuries. He looked at the two demons in front of him with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

The abundant light of the earth flowed and covered down, instantly restoring the aura of the two demons. The wood energy within their bodies condensed into a dragon-like serpent, seemingly finding its direction, and shot towards the evil earth.

The light of the Jia wood struck him, but there was no ripple. Instead, the wild grass behind him began to grow wildly, and the wood energy surged forth. In an instant, green trees like dragons and snakes sprouted and gathered into a forest.

"Qingdan, go back to Panheng Cave and tell your clan ancestor that Panzhang has perished."

Evil Earth spoke calmly, yet with an unquestionable air of authority.

"Yes."

The green-clad creature transformed into a human form, as tall as two people, with its upper body bare and embroidered with tattoos, and its lower body wrapped in a monk's robe made of animal skin, making it look more like a demon than a Buddhist monk.

Hearing that he was to return to Panheng Cave, he was overjoyed, but dared not show it on his face. He immediately accepted the order, vanished into the void, and disappeared to the north.

"Zhu Xun, head to Dadu. On your way back from the temple, check out the movements of the Delightful Demon Land."

"The Land of Delight and Lust?"

Zhu Xun transformed into human form, a thin monk with eyebrows like red flames, wearing a robe with feather patterns and flames. He seemed somewhat troubled, but upon seeing the gaze coming from above, he quickly lowered his head.

"The young monk takes orders."

He rode the flames of karma and vanished into the void, disappearing without a trace.

Now that only Evil Earth remained, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly walked towards the distant capital of Shengle.

Like clouds, cattle and sheep marched past, blocking the road, while the barren land stood still, waiting quietly.

A couple dressed as herdsmen gave restrained and humble smiles. They did not understand the meaning of each other's robes, but they knew that only extremely noble people could wear them. According to the law, they had offended the adults.

Cattle and sheep walked by, while the Taoist priest stood still.

He walked slowly along the main road into the city, his face as calm as a still lake. Occasionally, a few bold herder children would approach him and ask for things.

He casually gave the children a few green grains and sent them away.

After traveling for a while, they arrived at the city.

A tall, imposing demonic monk stood there, a wolf in human form who had entered the Buddhist path. He wore a sand-yellow robe. Upon seeing the newcomer, the monk immediately knelt and respectfully said:
"Meet the real person."

Evil Earth smiled slightly, nodded a little, and went straight into the city, turning into a gust of sand as it went inside.

The demonic monk with the gray wolf breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if he had been given a second chance at life; his actions just now were practically suicidal. Suddenly, a golden lotus flower fell from the sky and landed in his hand.

The demonic monk was stunned for a moment, then instantly realized what was happening. Holding the golden lotus in his hands, he knelt down repeatedly towards the city.

The sandstorm settled in the city.

This place is a majestic palace, ancient and solemn, built with white stone and brown mud, with overlapping halls and pavilions. In front of the palace is a vast and majestic square, paved with gold, silver, copper and iron, and covered with a layer of black soil.

In the center of the arena stood a dark statue, a beast resembling both a horse and a deer, with large, intertwined antlers, riding a figure who looked like a king, clad in iron armor, in a posture of drawing a bow.

The Taoist priest in the green and yellow robe stopped there, looked up, and frowned slightly.

"The supreme ruler of Wuji, Tuoba Yuanye, ah!"

The turbulent sounds emanating from the giant palace interrupted his thoughts. Rolling blood energy surged into the sky, condensing like dragons and snakes, forging a dazzling light of lesser yin.

Inside the palace gates, a female official in a silver-white silk dress descended on the wind. She was beautiful and already at the Foundation Establishment stage. Upon seeing the figure beneath the statue, she was first startled, then reacted, her body went limp, and she knelt in reverence.

"Greetings, Bodhisattva. General Feng is already in the [Sirius Palace] and has ordered me to invite you."

Evil Earth slowly turned his head and looked over. His yellow eyes flickered, like a demon, but a smile appeared on his face. He stepped forward and gently helped the female official up.

"Are you newly transferred here?"

"Xiu Xiu Murong Xin, transferred from Dadu, is here to serve as a guard in the army—"

Murong Xin raised her head and saw an extremely handsome man's face, coupled with those strange yellow eyes, which made her heart tremble. She said haltingly:

"Bodhisattva, you..."

Evil Earth looked towards the palace and said only:
"Lead the way."

Murong Xin received the order and dared not delay. She walked towards the palace gate and entered the long road paved with black stone. The lights on both sides flickered, changing from green to yellow, like the pupils of demons.

The bad soil is no place to tread; the lights shine brightly.

Murong Xin, who was walking ahead, sensed something was wrong and turned around to see the monk slowly undressing, revealing a body as smooth as jade.

Evil Earth slowly and methodically shook out the blue and yellow-patterned Taoist robe, smoothing it out. The embroidered earth spirits emitted light, and he carefully folded the robe.

"Take it."

Murong Xin knelt on the ground, stretched out her hands, and accepted the extremely light Taoist robe. Her body was completely exposed in front of her, her skin as white as jade, and her bones and blood glowing.

Her breathing quickened, and she dared not look any longer.

Evil Earth ignored the person beside him, and leisurely took out the [Ghost Sheep Feeding Cauldron], placed it in his hand, and shook it.

The aura of barren earth spread, blood flowed on the ground, evil energy rose, and extremely deep demonic nature condensed in one place, eventually transforming into a demonic body that resembled a grave sheep and had a human-like form.

This demon was entirely yellowish-brown, covered in fur and horns, with embroidered blue patterns on its abdomen and chest. It was ferocious and evil, with long, thin limbs that were firmly bound by bronze chains that extended into the void.

Murong Xin dared not utter a sound, her body stiff.

She cultivated the Xin Metal Daoist foundation [Jade Mountain Collapse]. Jade is a spiritual object, inherently possessing a degree of ability to sense good and bad fortune. Currently, her life was constantly being warned, reaching an unprecedented level. The woman still held onto the green and yellow Daoist robe with both hands, daring not to move.

The human body in the filthy earth began to tremble, and a bloody gash slowly tore open from its chest cavity. The golden body formed from yellow mud slowly broke free and finally abandoned the bloody and mangled human body on the ground.

Within the human body, streaks of azure light, like dragons, surged, carrying an extremely powerful intent to break through, leaving only the outer shell of this physical body intact, while the inside was completely destroyed.

Yellow mud dripped down, and a golden figure stepped out, transforming into a man wearing a yellowish-brown monk's robe. His appearance was very similar to the previous Taoist, except that he bore the marks of time.

"You handle this, and remember to return to the cauldron."

With a casual flick of his wrist, he put away the Taoist robe and headed towards the Heavenly Wolf Hall in the palace.

Murong Xin remained kneeling, her hands supporting her body. Her body was controlled by the demonic energy and could not move. Her immortal foundation had completely lost its response, and she could only stare wide-eyed ahead.

The half-human, half-goat monster slowly moved, revealing its beastly mouth, and began to slowly gnaw at the bloody, mangled human body with its chest ripped open.

Dark red blood gushed out, soaking Murong Xin's skirt. Her expression was horrified as she watched the thing slowly devour her limbs, torso, and head.

Then, the monster slowly looked at her, its horizontal yellow demonic eyes turning eerily, and the bronze chains making a series of creaking sounds as it walked towards her.

Arm.

thigh.

Heart and lungs.

Intestines.

eye.

brain.

Everything she had was taken away, swallowed up, and she couldn't even let out a scream. Even the strange phenomenon that restored heaven and earth disappeared.

The lights beside the Black Stone Corridor suddenly dimmed, and when they came back on, there was only a pool of scattered blood on the ground, and half a face made of white jade, still showing signs of panic and confusion.

In front of the Sirius Palace.

The grand hall, cast from gray iron stone, gleamed with a spiritual light. Above the entrance was a stylized Sirius star, and hanging above it was a dark yellow plaque with the two golden characters "Sirius" exuding a menacing aura.

A vast, sea-like surge of blood energy erupted from the palace gates, transforming like dragons and snakes. At this moment, it was clashing with a dazzling light of lesser yin, and all these strange phenomena ceased before Evil Earth.

He frowned slightly and stepped into the hall.

On the main seat inside the Sirius Palace, a man in white and gold armor was suppressing his injuries. He was extremely handsome, yet he possessed a heroic spirit as bright as the sun, completely different from the demonic aura of the Badlands.

There was an extremely ferocious wound at Feng Yan's heart point, from which white light burst forth, water and fire rose, and the aura of final annihilation dissipated, constantly obliterating blood energy.

"Lesser Yin, this is Mu Wushan's [Zhongyin Dingshu Sword]."

Evil Earth slowly walked in and sat down, his tone seemingly laced with sarcasm.

Feng Yan ignored it, consuming his blood energy to replenish this place. Finally, when the light of the Lesser Yin showed a slight stagnation, he offered up a precious feather that emitted the light of Lesser Yang.

The feather fell and adhered to the wound, reversing the yin-yang balance, causing the wound that was constantly draining his blood and energy to gradually recede and stabilize.

Feng Yan seemed to have recovered, his gaze sharpened, and he stared directly at the evil land. His extremely terrifying blood qi divine power condensed and pointed directly at this Bodhisattva of Huashi Fadao.

"Just kill him, give him a quick death, why go through all this trouble?"

"It is not about killing, but about guiding and saving people, using the words of a sheep to enlighten the world."

Evil Earth gently clasped his hands together, smiling mercifully. A shadow, like ripples on water, began to flow around him, from which a woman in a silver dress slowly emerged—it was none other than Murong Xin.

Her face was serene as she spoke softly:

“All sentient beings possess a pure Buddha-nature, but they are either deluded by their own minds or by their own limited capacities. Only the Dharma of the world can dispel my delusion through the ten gates and six aspects.”

Murong Xin turned around, looked at the monk on the throne, and bowed her head in worship:
"Thank you, Venerable Monk, for enabling me to—"

Blood energy surged forth, the wind from her fist howled, and her figure vanished instantly like ripples on water, leaving no trace. Feng Yan, seated on the main seat, gently withdrew his fist and simply said:
"I think they're all the same. What's the difference between the four interpretations of Liaodong?"

“According to my teachings, you, Feng Yan, also possess a pure and free mind, and could enter Buddhism. However, you are too foolish and cannot comprehend the Dharma. You can only serve as a Vajra protector.”

Evil Earth spoke with a leisurely tone, with boundless Dharma realms manifesting around him, radiant light spreading, and divine halos rotating. The depth of his realm and the essence of his understanding of Buddhism were extremely rare even in Mount Sumeru.

Feng Yan, who was seated at the head of the table, slowly rose and stood with his hands behind his back.

"I am human, neither demon, nor immortal, nor Buddhist, nor monster. I don't care about your so-called Dharma realm. But Gu Huaixu, I don't care what your plans are. If there are any more problems in the upcoming battle—"

"I will hold you solely responsible."

His tone was solemn, but the monk beside him remained calm throughout.

From the shadows of the main hall came the mocking laughter of demons. A howling wind swept through, and a desolate light spread. The evil spirit softly uttered a Buddhist chant and calmly replied:

Why not ask me now and see which military order I have broken?

Blood energy erupted, dragons and snakes rose from the land, and an extremely terrifying divine intent pierced through the void, striking directly at the front of Evil Earth. Its power was as great as the sun and moon.

The monk did not move, but stretched out a palm, releasing light to firmly control the situation. Countless golden beast mouths appeared and devoured the blood energy.

"Feng Yan, you only got here because of your bloodline, yet you think you can order me around?"

At this moment, Evil Earth raised his head, his yellow eyes shining like lamplight, and he coldly said:
“If I were an immortal, I would be on the path to the golden throne; if I were to cultivate Buddhism, I would attain perfect enlightenment and be free from all obstacles. You would also be worthy to be on the same level as me.”

Demons manifested in the shadows at the four corners of the main hall, ferocious and malevolent, roaring incessantly:
"They deserve it, they deserve it—"

The monk slowly rose, as if thousands of demons had gathered around him. The flesh and blood beneath his robes churned and swelled, and the evil aura emanating from him caused the entire hall to creak and groan under its weight.

Feng Yan remained standing with his hands behind his back, displaying a nonchalant and somewhat roguish demeanor, seemingly revealing his true nature.

"After saying all that, all we can ask for is the Venerable One."

The fierce wind howled, like knives and swords, and the blood energy and magical light on his body became increasingly divine, with the strange phenomenon of being impervious to all evil and the yin and yang being perfectly integrated, causing countless demons to avoid him.

"True skill is revealed in skill, and youth has an edge in boxing. Don't you understand this principle?"

"Fool."

Evil Earth sighed softly, seemingly with a hint of helplessness, then suppressed the strange phenomena and returned to his seat.

Outside the Heavenly Wolf Palace, a leisurely laugh suddenly rang out. Iron-gray aura spread out, representing cold iron, the desert, the sacred mountain, and the grassland. A woman dressed in an iron-gray robe walked slowly in.

"My lords, why don't you wait a while before arguing? The Li army is almost at Yinshan."

(End of this chapter)