The head master has a new female apprentice

Chapter 260 Master, what do you think the Buddha's disciple will look like? (6k)

On the brink of life and death, Zhou Qing felt a chilling coldness shoot straight up from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

The dagger of the dried corpse of the Bitter Truth, exuding a putrid aura, was carrying a terrifying power and was less than half a foot above his head.

Without hesitation, he activated the inscription-level divine power, "Hundred Tribulations Blood Curtain".

After all, this is the strongest killing move he currently possesses.

Within the Taiqing Gate Cave Heaven, the First Ancestor's puppet had already practiced with him repeatedly many times.

Facing a super strong expert at the Great Perfection of the Spirit Severing Realm, ordinary supernatural powers are nothing but a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and are simply no match for him.

In an instant, beneath the golden halo that Zhou Qing's body was originally radiating, a blindingly bright blood-red light suddenly surged forth.

The blood-red light seemed to rise from the depths of the deepest hell, carrying endless killing intent.

Immediately afterwards, a massive blood phoenix emerged rapidly from the dense crimson light.

As soon as the Blood Phoenix appeared, it raised its head and let out a deafening screech. The sound pierced through the space, causing the surrounding air to vibrate violently and produce a muffled explosion.

The Blood Phoenix's feathers were as red as blood, each one shimmering with an eerie luster, especially when enveloped in crimson flames, as if they had been soaked in blood for countless years.

Behind it, there was a seemingly boundless curtain of blood surging endlessly, with wave after wave of blood seas churning and rising within it.

Each surge seemed to drag everything in the world into that endless abyss.

call out!
A sharp whistling sound rang out, and a feather suddenly appeared in the churning sea of ​​blood.

This feather is covered with countless patterns.

These Dao patterns are strangely shaped, as if recording the oldest and most fundamental laws of heaven and earth, exuding an ancient and profound aura.

With a thought from Zhou Qing, the feather instantly transformed into a dazzling streak of blood-red light and disappeared into Zhou Qing's hand.

These changes, though seemingly slow, all occurred in the blink of an eye, leaving one breathless.

At this moment, the dried corpse of the Bitter Truth had already attacked, its dagger slashing down with a sharp, swift wind.

Zhou Qing's expression was solemn. He slowly extended his index finger and gently pointed forward: "Slash!"

A dazzling crimson light shot out from Zhou Qing's fingertip, within which ancient Dao patterns flickered and danced.

Wherever it went, space was torn apart, revealing dark cracks from which endless darkness surged forth.

Upon seeing this, the dried corpse of Kudi seemed to sense the terrifying power of the attack. Its originally fierce offensive paused slightly, and then it decisively switched from offense to defense, holding its ring knife horizontally.

boom!
The moment the light touched the monk's knife, a muffled boom was heard, causing the entire ancient temple to shake violently.

Immediately afterwards, the temple walls began to crack and collapse, with large chunks of bricks falling down.

The ground was also unable to withstand the weight, and huge cracks appeared.

The dagger in the hands of the dried corpse of Kudi was flung away by the overwhelming force.

Kuti was sent flying and crashed heavily into a distant mountain wall.

With a loud crash, the mountainside collapsed, and countless boulders tumbled down, burying the mummified corpse of Kudi.

Zhou Qingse's face was pale, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth. She felt a strong sense of weakness, her legs went weak, and she almost fell to the ground.

But his eyes were full of excitement.

This is the terrifying power of an inscription-level divine ability!
Having only hastily engaged in battle and comprehended a single Phoenix Dao Pattern, he directly sent a terrifying, almost unconscious, Great Perfection Spirit Slaying Realm desiccated corpse flying.

It should be noted that when the "Hundred Tribulations Blood Curtain" is at its perfect state, it possesses a full three thousand Phoenix Dao Patterns, and its power is so great that it can be described as earth-shattering. No wonder it can be compared to a Dao Mark-level divine power.

At this moment, Shen Hanyi was already stunned and stood there, her beautiful eyes wide open, looking at this scene in disbelief.

The enormous blood phoenix behind Zhou Qing, and the various Dao patterns surrounding and flashing around it, were particularly awe-inspiring to her.

“Inscription-level divine power—” she murmured to herself, her lips trembling slightly.

At this moment, she was even more certain that the number one in front of her was the abbot of Jiyuan Temple, who suffered greatly.

It is said that Zen Master Ku'e has already broken through that shackle and entered the realm of transcendence and sainthood, and has mastered an incomparably powerful inscription-level divine ability, but no one has ever been fortunate enough to witness him use it.

However, the pinnacle technique among ordinary supernatural powers, "Subduing Demon Golden Bone," was truly displayed before her eyes, without a doubt and without any falsehood.

In that sense, he truly seems to be a senior figure.

Soon, a violent tremor came from the spot where the mummified corpse of Kudi had been buried under the boulder.

Immediately afterwards, a withered arm emerged from the pile of stones, and then the figure of the mummy slowly rose from the ruins.

Zhou Qing felt a pang of anxiety, but at this moment his spiritual power was almost exhausted and his body was also extremely tired, so he could not even use the "Emperor's Scripture".

But to avoid arousing suspicion, Zhou Qing sighed softly and sat down cross-legged.

The dried corpse of Kudi slowly raised its arm, and the dagger that had fallen from its hand flew back into its grasp on its own.

It stared at Zhou Qing, let out a low roar, and then charged at Zhou Qing again.

Shen Hanyi was about to step forward to stop him, but Zhou Qing said, "Never mind, let's go!"

Then, Zhou Qing's figure dimmed, and he began to withdraw.

The dried-up corpse of Kudi, having lost its target, suddenly appeared. Shen Hanyi, having given up the fight, was unable to dodge in time and was cut in half at the waist by the dried-up corpse's dagger.

After the two turned into specks of light again, the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

"Senior—" After a moment of silence, Shen Hanyi spoke first. This time, she had no doubts and her voice was full of respect.

Zhou Qing, whose life had returned to its peak, was excitedly digesting the Buddhist supernatural power "Subduing Demon Golden Bone".

After all, this supernatural power seemed to be more advanced than ordinary supernatural powers, but slightly lower than inscription-level supernatural powers. Its unique bone tempering system made Zhou Qing feel like he had found a treasure.

Upon hearing Shen Hanyi's words, Zhou Qing was taken aback and asked with a puzzled look, "What?"

Shen Hanyi tilted her head slightly and said directly, "Master Ku'e, there are no outsiders here, so let's speak frankly."

Zhou Qing was stunned.

But he quickly guessed what it was, and was left speechless, both amused and exasperated.

It seems that Shen Hanyi regards him as another Zen master who has cultivated the "Subduing Demon Golden Bone" technique.

After all, he had overheard the monks' discussions.

Master Ku'e must be the abbot of Jiyuan Temple and the senior brother of Ku Di.

but--

That seems pretty good, at least it won't make him the target of suspicion for the time being.

Seeing Zhou Qing remain silent, Shen Hanyi continued, "It is said that you have already perished due to the exhaustion of your lifespan. Now it seems that you must have concealed yourself with great supernatural powers and secretly devoted yourself to cultivation."

“But since you already know my true identity, yet you haven’t made a move, you must have other plans. Senior, you might as well speak frankly, or tell me a place, and I will come to find you.”

Zhou Qing's lips curled up slightly. Sure enough, she had guessed the wrong person.

But he remained expressionless, and after a moment's thought, he said, "You've misunderstood. I don't know what you're talking about either, and I'm not the person you think I am. A monk doesn't lie... right?"

Shen Hanyi: "..."

"Don't come looking for me. There are some things we can talk about here, but in reality, I might really kill you. That's all for now, I have other things to attend to, so I'll be leaving now!"

Zhou Qing deliberately warned him not to be foolish enough to go to that so-called Ji Mie Temple to confront someone, or he might lose his life!
After saying that, he withdrew and left.

Shen Hanyi remained silent as she watched the red orb of light on number one dissipate.

At this moment, Green Sphere No. 4 and Cyan Sphere No. 5 materialized and couldn't help but greet them, "Hey, Girl No. 6 is here. Want to explore together sometime?"

Shen Hanyi glanced at the number four green ball indifferently, her eyes revealing a hint of coldness, and said without any politeness, "You should let the number seven purple ball 'please' you first."

After saying that, she left the virtual space without lingering.

The number four green ball immediately started cursing.

That damned Number Seven, you just wait! I've already dispatched over thirty Spirit Severing Realm experts to search for that forbidden zone you manifested in various places.

I'll make sure you get to experience what "pleasure" is all about.

"Number Five, I'll have to trouble you again this time!" Number Four quickly suppressed his displeasure and said.

Number Five Blue Ball let out a hearty laugh and said easily, "No problem, go in!"

"Okay, I invite you!" After saying that, the two disappeared from the screen.

……

Inside the room, Zhou Qing opened her eyes with delight.

He kept looking inward at his changing golden bones. Fortunately, his teeth were still as white as ever; otherwise, people would have mistaken him for someone who had tacky gold teeth.

"I'm basically copying someone else's work directly. This 'Demon-Subduing Golden Bone' not only makes one's bones extremely hard, but it can also suppress one's own obsessive spirit and help to sever the spirit!"

As Zhou Qing felt the powerful force emanating from his bones, he also savored the many wonderful uses of this divine ability based on the memories he had gained.

"I wonder if I can pass it on to the Supreme Elder and my master?" Zhou Qing muttered to himself, but quickly shook his head.

This is inappropriate.

First, based on the perspective of the Bitter Master in the past, only two people have successfully cultivated the "Subduing Demon Golden Bone" technique so far, and they were both at the Spirit Severing Realm level.

It goes without saying how difficult this technique is to master.

It could even be said that he was probably the third person in the world to master the "Demon-Subduing Golden Bone" at the Nascent Soul stage.

The Supreme Elder and Master are already quite old and don't have much lifespan left to consume, so the success rate of cultivating this technique is estimated to be extremely low.

Moreover, if the monks of Jiyuan Temple, a fifth-level cultivation country, were to discover this, it would be another complicated matter that could be difficult to explain, and might even bring about the destruction of Taiqing Sect.

"However, now all the bones in my body are almost indestructible. Even if they are cut, they can be restored in an instant. That is the most terrifying thing."

Zhou Qing clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within his body.

"It's a pity that the spiritual energy consumed is too terrifying, but as long as it doesn't reach the Spirit Severing Realm, it shouldn't be a big problem!"

Thinking of this, Zhou Qing's eyes filled with excitement.

He is already at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, and can completely crush his peers and even kill those at the late stage.

Now, with the addition of the "Demon-Subduing Golden Bone" and the inscription-level divine power "Hundred Tribulations Blood Curtain," he will have no fear even when facing a Great Perfection of the Divine Transformation Realm.

"Three [Corpse-Touching Tokens], this is an incredible windfall!" Zhou Qing was overjoyed.

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Just then, a familiar notification sound suddenly rang in my mind.

Zhou Qing blinked involuntarily.

No, I just used up the [Corpse Looting Post] and a new post appeared?
Is it really that random? Without thinking, he quickly looked at the Strange Posts section, where a yellowed post was quietly embedded on the homepage.

The text above was crooked and twisted, as if written with a dry twig soaked in ink, and emitted an eerie glow.

[Bad Luck Sticker: Can be inserted into someone's body. Once hit, bad luck will follow like a shadow, and misfortunes will follow one after another. The validity period is three days!]

Zhou Qing: "..."

Ha ha!

What a coincidence! At the Qingyu Immortal Sect, the white-robed man Lin Jin helped him divert attention, allowing him to successfully escape the encirclement of Fairy Xuanyou and the others.

The condition was a "bad luck post," and I was worried it wouldn't appear when I refreshed the page, but it came right away.

That's fine, it will settle this karmic debt sooner rather than later, since he dislikes owing people anything the most.

"Unfortunately, I have only comprehended one Phoenix Dao Pattern so far, and I am still unable to condense the [Blood Phoenix Tribulation Crystal]. I need at least five!"

Zhou Qing frowned slightly, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.

The Blood Phoenix Tribulation Crystal is a very special part of the inscription-level divine power "Hundred Tribulations Blood Curtain". Its effect is terrifying, especially when facing a large number of enemies.

Once unleashed, the blood-red winged phantoms that blot out the sky can slay enemies within range.

Subsequently, the essence and spiritual power of these enemies will automatically condense into blood crystals, which can be directly refined without any side effects.

As someone who has achieved the Four Flowers Gathering at the Top, the spiritual energy required for his breakthrough far exceeds that of others of the same level, making this item the most suitable for him.

"My master obtained five top-grade wood-attribute spirit stones for me from the Azure Feather Immortal Sect. To condense another Phoenix Dao Pattern, I need at least five more!"

However, the Taiqing Sect's current resource reserves are already stretched thin. If they want to acquire more, they can only rely on finding alternative solutions.

"Young Master!" Just then, a familiar voice came from outside.

Zhou Qing walked out in confusion, only to find that the person who came was Elder Jiang Pu of the Soul Lighthouse.

And above his head, there was still the entry "A brave, resourceful, and somewhat formidable child".

[Heart Judgment Points +9]

The next moment, the note above his head changed to "[The most precious treasure of my Taiqing Sect]".

Zhou Qing: "..."

At this moment, Jiang Pu bowed respectfully to Zhou Qing and spoke sincerely.

"Young Master, before my senior brother went into seclusion, he specifically instructed me to ask you if you could reconsider and spare some of your soul power to rekindle your soul fire."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qing immediately understood.

This was because he had become the junior leader of the Taiqing Sect, and everyone was worried about his safety.

If one is in danger, the Soulfire can immediately issue a warning, allowing the elders of the sect to discover the danger and come to the rescue.

He insisted on taking back the Soul Lamp because he was worried that Senior Uncle Gao Xuan and Elder Jiang Pu were secretly colluding and harboring ill intentions.

Of course, the two are no longer suspects.

However, if there were no special circumstances simulated by the Divine Ruins Heavenly Palace, rekindling the Soul Fire would undoubtedly be a powerful protective shield for him.

But the thought of dying and reviving repeatedly in the simulation, causing the soul fire to flicker constantly, which could potentially trigger a series of troubles, made him feel resistant.

"Elder Jiang, let's forget about it. I just love the thrill of being on the verge of death!" Zhou Qing said with a carefree smile.

Elder Jiang Pu seemed to have anticipated Zhou Qing's answer and did not force him in the slightest; he simply nodded slightly.

"Alright then, I don't have anything particularly important to do on a regular basis. I'll come back and ask again in a few months, and maybe you'll change your mind by then."

After Elder Jiang Pu finished speaking, he bowed to Zhou Qing again before turning and leaving.

Zhou Qing shook his head helplessly, squatted down and hugged the old hen in his arms. Just as he was about to go inside, another tetanus shot came.

"Young Master—" Elder Wuzhu shouted loudly.

Zhou Qing turned around in confusion.

The current acting sect leader is Master Mo Xingjian. Why would Elder Wuzhu, as the guardian elder, seek him out?
"Young Master, there is a man in white outside the mountain gate looking for you. I asked him his name, but he wouldn't say. Moreover, he always turns his back to me, so I can't see his face at all."

Elder Wuzhu landed behind him and hurriedly said.

Zhou Qing was taken aback. What was going on today?
I had just refreshed the "Bad Luck Post" when the creditor demanding the post showed up at my door.

"I understand!" Zhou Qing said, then picked up the old hen and left.

Elder Wuzhu quickly followed.

Especially when looking at Zhou Qing's back, his face was full of admiration.

Who would have thought that the gate that had guarded the Taiqing Sect for over a thousand years would, at its very end, allow him to have the privilege of touching the secrets of controlling the dual-color magic array?

He had watched Zhou Qing grow from his initial naivety and inexperience when he first entered the Taiqing Sect to his current composure and competence.

In the entire fourth-level cultivation kingdom, second-level array masters are extremely rare, even rarer than the legendary Spirit Severing Realm, with only nine in total.

And their small Taiqing Sect actually managed to secure one of these spots—what an honor and how rare that was!

……

Meanwhile, at Canglan Mountain!

The once vast, continuous mountain range is now lifeless, and even the sky is naturally covered by thick layers of dark clouds, preventing any sunlight from penetrating.

In the central region, an even greater abyss lies between them.

This is where the five major sects of the Eastern Region joined forces to fight against millions of demonic beasts.

Countless people perished there, especially disciples, sect leaders, and patriarchs from thousands of sects of all sizes throughout the Eastern Region.

Even the three major sects, Jinlei Sect, Qingyu Immortal Sect, and Tianji Sect, had less than 20% of their peak number of people who managed to escape.

This was even with Sikong Yan deliberately going easy on them.

Then, it directly detonated the incomplete five-colored magic array and the complete four-colored magic array, turning this area into a place filled with intense resentment.

The resentment, pain, and hatred intertwined with the pungent, putrid stench permeating the air, creating a nauseating and terrifying atmosphere.

But upon closer inspection, this place, which is almost a terrifying abyss, has somehow become home to two monks, one large and one small.

They sat quietly cross-legged, muttering to themselves.

The elderly monk wore a worn but clean gray robe, his eyes deep and serene, radiating compassion and peace.

The young monk looked to be about seven or eight years old, wearing slightly oversized monk's robes, his innocent face full of focus and piety.

They parted their lips slightly, reciting ancient scriptures, while the black threads of resentment that lingered above the abyss gradually thinned and became transparent, eventually dissipating into the air.

With each dissipation of resentment, a wisp of golden light flickered and quietly entered the bodies of the two monks.

As time passed, golden light gradually gathered around the elderly monk, enveloping him and making him look like a golden Buddha statue.

A faint golden halo appeared on the little monk's face, making his eyes even brighter.

About two hours later, the little monk's stomach suddenly made a slight rumbling sound.

Immediately afterwards, he couldn't help but let out a burp, his body swayed slightly, and then he stopped.

“Master, I have absorbed almost all of my Bodhicitta. If it continues to dissolve, I feel like I’m about to vomit.”

The young monk wiped the fine beads of sweat from his brow and then whispered to the older monk.

His face was flushed red, clearly indicating that the long and arduous process of purification had pushed his body and mind to their limits.

Upon hearing the young monk's words, the older monk slowly stopped what he was doing, a gentle smile appearing on his face.

"It's alright. The matter of conversion cannot be rushed; it must be done step by step. Your ability to persist for so long today has far exceeded my expectations, which is truly remarkable."

Then, the older monk gently patted the younger monk on the shoulder, his eyes full of approval and affection.

"The resentment in this abyss is too intense; even I, as your master, would find it difficult to endure for long."

"You, with your young body, have helped to relieve these many resentments. This is a great act of kindness, and the merits you accumulate will surely bless you in the future."

Upon hearing his master's words, the young monk's tired face broke into a shy smile.

Then he nodded and said, "Master, I understand. But there are so many resentments, when will we be able to completely eliminate them?"

The elder monk gazed intently into the abyss, his expression serene, and slowly said, "The Buddha is compassionate, saving all sentient beings without seeking any immediate reward."

"Moreover, finding such a place is of great benefit to our spiritual practice and is an excellent opportunity to cultivate Bodhicitta."

"No matter what you do, don't be impatient. As long as you have compassion in your heart and stay true to yourself, anything is possible."

The little monk nodded as if he understood, a kind of innocent smile on his face.

He scratched his head, as if he had thought of something, and said slowly, "I wonder how the others are doing with their search. Anyway, I'm starting to miss the rice from Jiyuan Temple."

The older monk was both amused and exasperated by the younger monk's words, but his eyes were full of doting affection.

He gently raised his hand, patted the little monk's head, and said, "You little glutton, you're still thinking about food while you're cultivating."

"But that's alright. Humans eat grains and naturally have appetites. Once we finish our training here, we'll return to the temple and make sure you have a good meal."

The little monk nodded vigorously, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Master, will we really be able to find the Buddha's son this time? What will he look like?" Soon, the little monk seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help but ask.

The older monk looked up at the abyss before him and said in a calm voice, "The Buddha's son has his own destiny in descending to earth."

"He may have extraordinary appearances or be ordinary, but he must have Buddha-nature in his heart. Whether we can find a Buddhist disciple depends on the predestined fate."

He paused here, his gaze passing over the abyss and looking into the distance.

“The mission of a Buddhist disciple is to propagate the Dharma and save all sentient beings. He may be suffering at this moment, or he may have already taken the first step on the path of spiritual practice.”

"But no matter where he is or what he encounters, his Buddha-nature will guide him and will also guide us to find him."

"Master, how can we be sure that we have found the Buddha's disciple?" the little monk asked, his face full of doubt.

The older monk smiled slightly, reached out and gently patted the younger monk's shoulder, saying, "Buddhist disciples have their own karmic connections. When we encounter them, we will naturally feel something."

The young monk tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said, "Master, I understand. Just like how we guide these resentful spirits, as long as we have compassion in our hearts and follow Buddhist principles, we will definitely find Buddhist disciples, right?"

“That’s right.” The older monk nodded approvingly, his eyes full of satisfaction.

"The Buddha is compassionate. The essence of converting resentment and seeking Buddhist disciples is to practice the Dharma and save all sentient beings. As long as we are wholeheartedly devoted to the Buddha, the affinity with the Buddha will naturally come."

After saying this, the older monk put his hands together in prayer, closed his eyes again, and emanated a peaceful Buddhist light, beginning a new round of salvation.

"I hope the Bodhisattvas' predictions are correct, so that we can successfully find the Buddha's disciple," the older monk prayed silently.

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