Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

This man, Chamenda, remained untainted by the mud, a rare exception among the filthy Buddhist community, and not at all like the refined person one would expect from a Buddhist monk.

Based on his memories from his previous life, Chu Mingkong still had a positive impression of Buddhism, such as "Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon." However, after living here for more than ten or twenty years, Buddhism had become an even more despicable existence in his mind than the Hehuan Sect.

He knew that this idea was arbitrary and biased, but there was really nothing he could do. A person's perception is based on what they have seen and heard, and Buddhism had indeed not given him much of a good impression.

If this Chamento is a good person, wouldn't it be a bit wrong for him to randomly ask others to practice on him?

"I need to think about how to approach them beforehand. Should I ask for their guidance and suggestions?" Chu Mingkong muttered to himself. While traveling, he even started looking for medicinal plants in his mind, wondering what kind of medical expenses he could send as compensation.

Even when riding other people's horses, Chu Mingkong always seeks revenge, doesn't throw chickens around carelessly, and doesn't harm the innocent.

Yuehe was puzzled, a speechless expression appearing on her beautiful and elegant face. She once again marveled at how bizarre this guy's mind was, how he could think so strangely.

"Has Chamento stopped and is he setting up an array?"

Good heavens, is it really that serious? As soon as he realized someone was coming to cause him trouble, he immediately started setting up a battle formation to defend himself?

"Let me ask you, Yuehe, can you sense how powerful this Chamento is?"

If Yuehe possessed the cultivation level of the Moon River Goddess era, he could basically sweep across the world, not only sensing with a flick of his finger but also killing enemies from afar.

Unfortunately, she was Yuehe in her youth, not yet at her peak in any aspect. She did not respond to Chu Mingkong immediately, but instead traveled a distance, closing the distance by several hundred miles, before she could truly sense his strength and give Chu Mingkong a definite answer.

"By your current standards, his physical body is at the eighth level and his soul at the fifth level. Although Mingkong, your soul cultivation is still lacking, relying on the power of extreme yin should not be a problem."

A Buddhist monk with a fifth-order divine soul cultivation level... the Buddhist sect's foundation is indeed formidable; no wonder they have so much confidence to cause trouble everywhere.

So from the very beginning, they weren't worried at all.

"Okay, with you protecting me like this, I don't feel as nervous about the training anymore."

Thanks to Chamento's stop, Chu Mingkong and Yuehe finally caught up with him.

Seeing the eerie atmosphere of the area where Chamento had set up his formation from afar, Chu Mingkong realized that he had perhaps imagined Chamento to be too good for him.

In that realm of solemn chanting and gloomy darkness, a black-clad Buddhist monk, seated cross-legged on a lotus throne, stood proudly in the sky.

The Buddhist monk was extremely thin, his skin and bones were as black as charcoal, his skin was stuck to his bones and there was no flesh at all, and his ribs were clearly visible.

Upon closer inspection, the black bowl in its hand was filled with bright red liquid, and the lotus seeds on the lotus platform were also small, warm, steaming balls of flesh and blood.

The last time Chu Mingkong encountered such an abstract existence was when the Heavenly Eye Witch was so powerful that even the Lunar Eclipse Heavy Sword she was holding froze in shock.

"Damn... your look is pretty Buddhist! Hey master, how about a friendly spar?"

Chamento's head rotated halfway around, his bulging eyes staring at Chu Mingkong. Although Chu Mingkong could see his ribs just now, his head had been turned away from his body until now.

Red was one of the few embellishments on his charred body, and his scarlet features were facing Chu Mingkong.

He recognized Chu Mingkong, whose stiff face showed no emotion whatsoever, making it impossible to discern his thoughts, yet it gave the impression that Chamento was grinning strangely.

"Sparring? Was it you who sensed my presence just now? You're currently under protection, so I can't attack you. Otherwise, I would have liked to test the power of the Extreme Yin Force long ago."

Chu Mingkong was confused. During the protection period, who would protect me? Why did this thing act like it knew me so well?

"Boy, if you really want to spar, there's an all-out attack right now. You can try your hand at it and see what level you're at. If the gap is too big, I'll let you go back and practice some more."

Chamento said this, but he didn't really take Chu Mingkong seriously.

Although his reputation was booming everywhere and he was at the height of his fame, in the eyes of a few, he lacked spiritual cultivation and could not be considered truly accomplished.

What we need to be wary of is the power of extreme Yin, not Chu Mingkong, because his lack of spiritual cultivation is his greatest weakness.

Unfortunately, the power of extreme Yin can mess up a person's aura, and even Chamento's perception could not detect Chu Mingkong's cultivation level. He could only understand his approximate level from the rumors about his actions.

Chamento stared at Chu Mingkong with his left eye and at the woman accompanying him with his right, feeling somewhat apprehensive.

If Chu Mingkong is using extremely Yin power to conceal his aura, then what is the background of this unfathomable woman, whose aura is somewhat similar to that of a Yin person?

"Surround and kill? Surround and kill what?" Chu Mingkong asked, frowning.

This Chamento seemed so easy to talk to, but he refused to spar, so Chu Mingkong was really embarrassed to make a move. He was the one who came to him, and the other party had no grudge against him.

Just as Chamento was about to discuss the blades that needed to be surrounded and killed, he suddenly sensed the target's presence approaching and changed his words:

"Here they come, saving me the trouble of explaining. Just get rid of the Taoist priest who's coming later."

Within the Dharma realm established by Chamentuo, Yun Nongyu suddenly appeared, followed closely by a Taoist priest in yellow robes, seemingly pursuing her.

When Peng Bao Dao Ren saw the charred and eerie figure of the Buddhist monk, he immediately felt relieved. He had just seen Yun Nong Yu using the talisman array and was worried that she had really left. It seemed that he had worried too much.

He sneered, "Even if you try every single magical treasure in this forbidden zone, you still can't escape from here!"

When Yun Nongyu saw the three-meter-tall charred Buddha statue, her heart sank. This forbidden zone could block all magic spells that allowed one to travel by divine speed or stealth.

Taking advantage of the brief moment she had forced Peng Bao Daoist back, she used talismans to set up an array in an attempt to escape. She even devised a plan to escape from another direction.

Unexpectedly, no matter where they ran, this forbidden zone would reverse all teleportation spells within a radius of hundreds of miles and teleport them here.

Like walking into a trap!

In just a short while, a number of cultivators and caravans who were using magic to travel were forcibly teleported into this forbidden realm.

Feeling lost and confused, not knowing what had happened.

While Yun Nongyu was worrying, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye.

Why is Chu Mingkong here?

“This Dharma realm has been greatly depleted; afterward, I will offer incense and blood as a sacrifice,” Chamentuo said.

"No problem, I will personally capture all the cultivators in this forbidden realm for you, saving you some effort!" Peng Bao Daoist laughed triumphantly, lifting the cauldron to suppress Yun Nongyu into it.

Yun Nongyu could continue dealing with Peng Bao Daoren, but she was afraid that Qiamentuo would intervene: "Your Highness, please help me!"

Chu Mingkong was extremely fast; he jumped over and delivered a sword strike to the yellow-robed Taoist.

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P.S.: My teacher's wife's illustrations were reported before they even had a chance to get used to them, lol.

However, this should be similar to the purchase guide for Azur Lane. The announcement that a skin is going to be removed from the store indicates which one is worth buying.

On the positive side, the illustration of the master's wife is quite good; it's just fortunate that we got our hands on it before the revisions.

I haven't been feeling well lately, and then this happened. It's giving me a headache.

Chapter 176 Calling for reinforcements isn't a skill?

Black flames surged on the Lunar Eclipse Greatsword, leaving a long trail of fire in the sky as Chu Mingkong moved.

In the majestic and awe-inspiring Dharma realm of Chamenduo, this glint of sword light was like a stroke of ink suddenly drawn on a white sheet of paper.

Peng Baodao felt a sense of crisis. He had already used all his strength to unleash his cauldron, not wanting things to get worse. He wanted to press Yun Nongyu into it in one fell swoop, and then steadily put pressure on the Kunlun Daoist sect to obtain the "Three Flowers Medicine Classic".

Seeing Chu Mingkong charging towards him like a wild horse, carrying a heavy sword, Peng Bao Daoist chanted incantations, causing the cauldron to shift its target and suppress Chu Mingkong.

Yun Nongyu didn't have time to express her gratitude to Chu Mingkong for his help, and hurriedly reminded him:

"Your Highness, be careful! His alchemical furnace is a treasure passed down through generations of alchemy!"

Numerous talismans flew out from her sleeves. Some folded into talisman swords to stab Peng Bao Daoist, while others seemed to have a mind of their own and followed Chu Mingkong, protecting him from disaster and blocking his attacks.

"Boy, let me show you how this cauldron of mine, which refines all things, can turn your sword, your fire, and your Dao into the elixir of my Dao!"

Chu Mingkong uttered a vulgar curse: "Fine your horse!"

The sword clashed with the cauldron, causing the furnace to tremble and release flames tainted by demonic energy. These flames transformed into a net that enveloped Chu Mingkong.

The talisman sword cleaved through the large net of furnace fire, and sparks from hidden weapons leaped out of the net, attempting to launch a sneak attack, but they were all blocked by Yun Nongyu's disaster-averting talisman.

Thanks to this seemingly insignificant assistance, Chu Mingkong didn't need to worry about the potential trouble and danger it might harbor, and could concentrate on continuing to exert his power.

During the stalemate, a wisp of extremely yang golden light suddenly emerged from the black fire spirit energy on the sword energy, and the extremely yin flames not only did not weaken but intensified.

Suddenly it burst into flames, engulfing the cauldron and attempting to erode it.

Peng Bao Daoist was greatly alarmed. His cauldron was no ordinary object, and the fire within it had absorbed the medicinal power of countless pills.

Both the cauldron and the furnace are rare treasures in the world. How could I possibly lose in this clash?

Regardless of his astonishment, Taoist Peng Bao quickly put away his cauldron.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the exterior of the cauldron had some "melted" marks.

How come it was just a little bit of sheet metal that burned... Chu Mingkong was slightly disappointed. After opening up his divine soul cultivation, he felt that he was in a very good state.

He was now fully armed for the battle, wielding the best sword, attacking with all his might, and possessing considerable spiritual cultivation.

The current results are far from meeting his expectations.

"Bullshit!!" Peng Bao Dao Ren suddenly cursed, unable to believe what he was seeing.

He had tried to refine pills in the Abyss, and although it was difficult to refine the extreme yin energy into pills, the cauldron remained intact.

Before he had developed his spiritual cultivation, Daoist Peng Bao even jumped into this cauldron and wandered into the depths of the abyss, and the cauldron remained perfectly fine.

How could it be melted by Chu Mingkong's Extreme Yin Flame?

Was it because of that heavy sword? No, no matter how good his sword was, it was only comparable to his own cauldron.

"I really underestimated you, Yun Nongyu. You actually brought in help beforehand!" Peng Bao Daoist quickly retreated to Qiamen Tuo's side, indicating that he also had one. His shock was still palpable: "Divine Soul Cultivation! This kid has Divine Soul Cultivation! Otherwise, he couldn't have damaged my precious cauldron! Qiamen Tuo, stop watching and help me!"

"..."

Yun Nongyu couldn't imagine what expression she should have now. She had come alone on this trip, but she never expected to run into Chu Mingkong.

Chamento fixed his eyes on Chu Mingkong, abandoning his initial disdain for him.

During that exchange, Chamento was also taken aback. Had this kid really awakened his divine soul cultivation?

Otherwise, it would be impossible to have such power simply by relying on the power of extreme Yin.

"Young benefactor of Xiling, answer me, have you truly awakened your divine soul cultivation?" The charred Buddhist monk on the lotus throne spoke with increasing respect.

Chu Mingkong doesn't like to reveal his hand, even if the other party has already guessed it pretty well, there's no need to be honest with them.

"you guess."

Chamentor wasn't going to play riddles with him:

"It's fine if you don't want to talk. You can leave now. Today's matter has nothing to do with you. I will take Yun Nongyu away, or... you can make the Daoist sect hand over the 'Three Flowers Medicine Classic'."

As he spoke, the faint, ethereal chanting in the Dharma realm vanished, and those sounds transformed into a sky full of dark clouds.