Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 440 Having broken his promise first, why is he still so calm? (4000)

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately!"

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly, looking at the two women with a half-smile:

"Does your Buddhist community always like to do this?"

Fayan raised his hands from the boat railing, gently clasped them together, and shook his head:
“The Holy Enlightenment Temple is not the same as us.”

As the words fell, a crimson figure stepped out of the flying boat and strode towards the old monk.

His red robes fluttered in the wind, his black hair danced wildly, and his double pupils were exceptionally cold.

At this moment, his slender body moved forward like a divine mountain, heavy and domineering, carrying an overwhelming force that could sweep away everything.

“Old monk, the myriad causes and effects, the myriad grievances, and the suffering of the people cannot be determined by your words alone.”

The anger on Kong Yu's face dissipated, and he adopted a solemn and dignified expression, speaking:
“Buddhism understands cause and effect, distinguishes good from evil, and saves all beings from the sea of ​​suffering. It is a place of great compassion and virtue in the world. How can we not find fault with you?”

Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his double pupils, no longer having the slightest thought of uttering a word of nonsense.

One arm was raised, as if thunder roared, shaking heaven and earth.

"We have different ideologies, come on, convince me!"

Arms raised, palms extended forward, fingers spread, in less than a breath, six transformations had already been made, each transformation representing the limit of a spell, the pinnacle of skill.

Reflecting various scenes—snowflakes falling, red lotuses rising, sunrise and sunset, stars twinkling—these images encircled his arms, constantly propelling his fists forward.
forward!

forward!!
Keep going forward!!!
An unparalleled burst of fist light, carrying the intent to sweep away all enemies, struck forward.

Whether they were cultivators hidden in the shadows or ordinary people in the village, they all stared blankly at the overwhelming, all-encompassing fist light.

The thought of being invincible and unstoppable arose in the minds of every living being.

At this moment, Kong Yu, facing the fist head-on, had a solemn expression, and even his Buddhist heart trembled.

Even though I was somewhat prepared, I was still shocked.

How could a Foundation Establishment Stage 9 cultivator possess such willpower and strength?

A thousand thoughts raced through my mind, but in the end, they all turned into a resolute decision.

Make a lotus flower shape with both hands.

In an instant, the Buddha's light subsided, enveloping his entire body, turning his skin golden and radiating a dazzling glow.

An aura of immortality, indestructibility, and diamond-like purity emanated from the monk's body.

Faintly, one could also hear the sounds of Buddhist scriptures.

In the next instant, the fist imprint soared through the sky, carrying immense power, and struck Kong Yu's chest.

Dang~
With a clang of metal striking metal, the sky for thousands of miles collapsed, turning into a pitch-black void.

The mighty fist light surged forward, illuminating the void and engulfing the old monk.

After an unknown amount of time, the light from the fist slowly dissipated, revealing two figures standing in the void.

A person was draped in crimson, with his arms hanging naturally at his sides, and specks of blood sliding down the back of his fists.

A person with a body as strong as Vajra, a solemn and dignified appearance, radiating rays of Buddha's light.

Kong Yu's expression was complex as she gazed at Chi Ying and sighed softly:
"Great magic! Great martial arts!!"

Click!

Cracks appeared on his own body, spreading outwards.

bang~
The golden light around him shattered, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The old monk's aura visibly weakened.

He took the punch, but also suffered a serious injury.

With hands clasped together, he sat cross-legged, and beams of Buddhist light rose once more, mingling with deep voices that echoed through the void.

"This old monk broke his promise to you first, and now, having been injured by a single punch, I should have retreated no matter what, but..."

“I traveled north from the riverbed of the River of Departure and witnessed countless partings, resentments and hatreds, and the mortals being kept in captivity in the name of incense offerings—too many hells I had never seen before.”

"All of this is because of you. Shouldn't you feel remorse for all living beings, kneel down and apologize, and repent for the many righteous cultivators who have perished?"

"If you do not come with me to the Divine Control Plains today, then..."

kill!

A chilling killing intent erupted, like millennia-old ice, filling the void.

With one step, the measuring ruler is wielded.

A radiant white light burst forth, like an eternal celestial radiance, traversing the void and sweeping forward.

stab~
Blood splattered, the arm fell, and the old monk staggered backward.

His eyes were glazed over, and he was listless. In his daze, he seemed to see a gate of unknown size standing there, with a desolate and ancient atmosphere filling the world.

A majestic and sacred gate, magnificent and awe-inspiring.

It resembles the legendary Heavenly Gate, behind which live countless immortals and Buddhas.

No! It wasn't a deity or Buddha, but a crimson shadow!
Boom~
A door collapsed down, the body crumbled inch by inch, life rapidly declined, almost dissipating.

Ta-ta-ta~
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the void. A crimson figure stepped forward, stopping in front of the old monk, his gaze lowered:

“There was once a powerful figure from Qingyangzhai who, like you, accused me, believing that the suffering of the people, the collapse of Qingyangzhai, and the rivers of blood were all caused by me.”

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled into a grin, laced with sarcasm and mockery, as he uttered each word clearly:
Are you blind?

"Can't you see those Golden Core True Monarchs who are scheming, plotting, and manipulating things? Or are you just being cowardly and running away?"

"If I had a choice, how could I bear to part with the remnant artifact of the Dao Venerable!"

"He is the cause of all the effects you speak of."

Arm raised, long ruler swung,
bang~
The mangled body exploded, scattering blood and bones everywhere.

Subsequently, the flesh and blood were collected and placed into the coffin, becoming provisions for the blood corpse's journey.

Step forward and step out of the void.

Fayan and Fading stood at the bow of the boat, hands clasped together, softly reciting Buddhist scriptures to dispel the blood and resentment.

“Brother Dao, Monk Kongyu is extreme and is courting death. It is not your fault.”

With a serious expression, he spoke directly.

In this battle, the monk Kongyu died, but even though she was also a member of the Buddhist community, she did not feel much grief.

Whether it was my fellow Daoist or my junior sister, they repeatedly gave me a chance to live and let me leave, yet I am so stubborn and ignorant of death.

Fayan stopped reciting the Buddhist scriptures, and her red lips parted slightly:
“The practices of Shengjue Temple are unique, and they have always been stubborn and fixated on their own beliefs.”

"If it weren't for this, we wouldn't have had a feud with the five ancestors of the Du family eight thousand years ago, which led to the collapse of a corner of Mount Sumeru and the fall of that Arhat who was close to the Bodhisattva realm."

Zhang Yuanzhu remained silent, recalling the emptiness he had seen at Fallen Demon Mountain. The other party was not without his own fanaticism; otherwise, why would he have gone to the Demon Land to try to convert the demons?

Call ~
The young man exhaled a breath of stale air, calming his emotions.

Take a step and board the flying boat.

"Brother Dao, are you injured?"

Fazhi looked at the red figure beside him, a hint of worry appearing in his eyes.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his gaze, glanced at the rapidly healing wound on the back of his hand, and shook his head.

"It's alright. Kong Yu is old and frail. He hasn't gone far in the fifth step of the Condensing Fiend Realm. Killing him is not difficult."

He paused, his gaze falling on the storage pouch at his waist, and whispered:

"Moreover, in this battle, their flesh and blood were all devoured by the refining corpses and turned into supplies. It will probably not be long before they add another unit to their fighting strength."

Following the young man's gaze, Fa Yan looked at the storage pouch at his waist, and seemed to sense something, his brows furrowing.

"Brother Dao, you should be cautious as you are about to enter the fifth stage of Corpse Refining. There are very few demonic creatures like this in our era. If they get out of control, they will surely cause great harm." "As for advancing to the fifth stage of Qi Condensation, I do not recommend that you continue to cultivate it."

Corpse refining is an extremely narrow path, and in this era, there has never been a corpse refining expert at the Golden Core stage.

No cultivators hoped for the emergence of a corpse refiner with such power, because losing control would be almost inevitable.

If the so-called Corpse Clan reappears then, it will be another calamity!
Zhang Yuanzhu nodded:
"I will pay attention."

This refined corpse has successively swallowed the flesh and blood of a fifth-step expert in the Condensation Realm, especially the flesh and blood of a Thunder Flood Dragon that is about to transform into a dragon, and is indeed about to break through again.

As for the Golden Core realm, it's too far away; he himself doesn't even know how to get there, let alone refine corpses.

After a few words of conversation, the airship started up again and slowly sailed forward.

time flies.

Swamps, mountains, and rivers kept flowing beneath me.

The three of them quickly ventured deeper into the southern desert.

They encountered local cultivators and demonic beasts from Tianmengze, but all were easily dealt with, allowing them to pass through without hindrance.

Ten days later.

A great mountain stood in the way of the flying boat.

The majestic mountains are surrounded by flowing streams that resemble silver ribbons, with light clouds covering them, creating a hazy, fairyland-like atmosphere.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood at the bow of the boat, admiring the picturesque scenery.

Fayan stood beside him, his robes fluttering in the wind:
"It's rare to see such a scene in Tianmengze, but it's a pity that some bloodshed has ruined this beautiful scenery."

Upon hearing this, the young man nodded slightly, his eyes piercing through the layers of mist to see a group of cultivators engaged in fierce combat.

Limbs and gore littered the ground, and several Foundation Establishment cultivators were fighting desperately around a snow-white lotus flower.

The remaining cultivators included native cultivators of Tianmengze, demonic cultivators dressed in black robes, and rogue cultivators from outside the region. Each of them unleashed their full power, their various colors radiating light and stirring up the winds and clouds.

Zhang Yuanzhu's gaze swept past the group of cultivators, lingered briefly on the snow-white lotus, and then turned to a clearing in the mountains.

At this moment, Fa Yan also saw the lotus-shaped spiritual material, a hint of doubt showing between his brows:
"The Ice and Snow Lotus is a kind of spiritual medicine that can improve the cultivation of the Foundation Establishment Realm. It is quite precious, but it should be produced in extremely cold and snowy places. How could it grow in such an environment?"

"Ah!"

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled, his hand falling to grasp the pale thunder pearl.

"It's just bait, of course. The demonic path is probably an expert in these things."

Crackling~
Lightning appeared, enveloping the lightning orb, flickering erratically.

He flicked his fingertips lightly.

call out!
A streak of light flashed across the sky and plunged straight into the mountains.

Boom~
In the next instant, the thunder pearl expanded to the size of a mountain, resembling a pale thunder sun that appeared, shimmering with extremely dazzling brilliance.

"Who dares to disturb the Soul-Eating Poison Palace's business? Get out of here at once."

A roar echoed from the mountains.

Immediately afterwards, a thick black mist appeared, accompanied by sharp, piercing whistles.

This is not black mist at all, but a swarm of hordes of ferocious and poisonous insects.

Wherever the black fog passed, vegetation decayed, streams changed color, and the blood and flesh scattered on the ground stank and rotted.

"What is this thing, and why is it here?"

A local Foundation Establishment cultivator roared and stopped fighting for the snow lotus, retreating rapidly.

The demonic cultivators, at the instant the thunder and sun blazed, had already squeezed out their magical power, turning it into bloody light, and fled at top speed.

Some cultivators, their eyes gleaming, concealed themselves and gazed expectantly at the thunder and the black mist, hoping to become the fishermen.

All aspects of life are revealed in a single breath.

Amidst the expectant gazes of many, Lei Ri collided with the black mist.

There was no stalemate, nor any roar; pale lightning tore through the black mist and crashed down.

"Senior, spare my life! I am an elder of the Five Poisons lineage. If you kill me, you will surely be hunted down by the sect."

Amidst the piercing wails, an old man draped in a five-colored robe of poison appeared and fled at lightning speed.

Crackling~
A bolt of lightning tore through the sky, engulfing the old man, and then there was no more movement.

The pale, thunderous sun continued its descent, covering the mountains under the despairing gazes of the cultivators.

One by one, the demonic cultivators perished in the lightning, the blood dissipated, the poisonous insects turned to ash, and the toxins that had polluted the stream were completely removed.

The local cultivators and independent cultivators were all unharmed.

No one knows how much time passed, but the thunder dissipated and the daylight vanished.

The surviving cultivators opened their eyes and gazed at the forests and mountains as before, their hearts filled with joy and excitement.

They are not dead!
"Senior is merciful, only punishing demonic cultivators, surely they are righteous masters."

"This place contains spiritual herbs, so it must have been that poisonous cultivator's bait that lured us into killing each other."

"Senior struck the poison cultivator with lightning and annihilated the demons. His noble character is admirable. It's a pity I never got to see his true face."

As the flying boat passed over the Great Mountain, Zhang Yuanzhu, with a pale lightning pearl atop his head, played with the Ice and Snow Spirit Lotus, his eyes filled with thought.

In the Soul-Eating Poison Hall, a True Person who had just entered the Condensing Evil Realm actually appeared in this remote place.

interesting!

Fa Yan slightly turned his body, gazing at the snow-white ice lotus in the young man's palm, and reminded him:

"This item is bait used by the True Person of the Soul-Eating Poison Hall, and it must contain a deadly poison. Fellow Daoist, please be careful."

"It's nothing, a little poison is useless to me."

Chi Ying chuckled lightly and waved his hand dismissively.

As early as when the Ice and Snow Lotus was taken down, the toxins contained on the surface of the spiritual herb had already been detected.

However, given his current physical strength—his blood and qi were like a vast ocean, his flesh and blood were crystal clear, and his bones and muscles were incredibly strong and flawless—he naturally wouldn't be afraid of mere poisonous creatures.

With a gentle tremor of the hand, the snow lotus quivered, and layers of white powder fell down.

If you look closely, you'll find that the powder is made up of tiny insects.

In the next instant, lightning struck, and the powder turned to ash.

Zhang Yuanzhu picked up the Ice and Snow Lotus and swallowed it in one gulp.

As he chewed, the elixir pulverized, and a ball of icy spiritual energy formed in his mouth, rapidly spreading and surging towards his dantian.

Huhuhu~
A fierce wind howled within his dantian, and goose-feather snowflakes fell.

The nine-tiered spiritual platform trembled slightly, and the swirling snow and wind transformed into streams of magical power.

After sensing the medicinal power refining in his dantian and confirming that everything was alright, Zhang Yuanzhu focused his attention on the woman beside him.

The young man's eyes were deep and unfathomable. He raised his free hand, took down the pale lightning pearl, and hung it at his waist.

"The Soul-Eating Poison Hall seems quite familiar to you, fellow Daoist."

He encountered the Soul-Eating Poison Palace in the Star Sea and Demon Land, a force renowned for its poisons, extremely strange and powerful.

However, he was not familiar with this force, only had a general understanding of it.

Fayan nodded, his expression earnest, and began to speak:
“Mount Wandu borders the Southern Desert and Tianmeng Marsh. The Buddhist sect is naturally familiar with the major sect that rose to prominence on Mount Wandu a thousand years ago.”

Her voice carried a hint of bitterness:
"Unlike the Puppet Sect and the Boundless Palace, which were originally powerful lineages, even after being driven away from prosperous places, they quickly took control of a region and occupied most of the resources."

"The Soul-Eating Poison Hall was originally a small sect, but it rose to prominence amidst the fierce battles among various forces in the Ten Thousand Poisons Mountain. It then dominated the Ten Thousand Poisons Mountain, integrated various forces, and continued to grow stronger. Although it did not invade the Southern Desert, it was still a major concern for the various temples."

"For thousands of years, we have been exploring this lineage and have gathered a lot of information."

(End of this chapter)