Chapter Three Hundred and Sixty Six – Yi Zheng of the Great Buddha Temple (2/2)

This was killing intent!

Killing energy that made his heart beat rapidly. Elite! This word suddenly jumped into his head. Only those elite that had experienced hundreds of bloody fights would have such concentrated killing energy.

The temple also had these kind of elite dhyana soldiers. He had seen them before. Those dhyana soldiers did not have high individual cultivation. One would only know how strong they were only when one fought them. They were vicious and battle hardened, and did not care about sustaining wounds. Yi Zheng had once been completely suppressed by a dhyana soldier with a cultivation lower than his own. In the following five on five match, they had not even lasted for twenty breaths before they lost.

If it wasn’t that it was a match with the sect, they would have died.

“This shixiong, greetings.”

A warm and gentle voice sounded from behind him.

Yi Zheng’s mind shifted. Turning around, joy instantly came onto his face. He was facing a dhyana xiu. This troop actually had dhyana xiu! Yi Zheng carefully examined the other. Even though the other was not wearing a monk robe and a kasaya, but the trace of a dhyana xiu aura could not be faked. He instantly felt much closer to the other and hurriedly returned the greeting. “This little monk gives greetings!”

“This little brother is Zong Ru. If Shixiong has any matters, you can find me.” Zong Ru had a faint smile hanging on his face.

Yi Zheng felt astonished inside. The other’s cultivation was not lower than his. Dhyana xiu emphasized their Samadhi skill the most. He gave a slight smile as well, and bowed deeply. “Shixiong is too courteous. This little brother is of low cultivation, I am currently lost and in need of help. Please, Shixiong, take care of me.”

“Everyone is together in this dangerous land. Helping each other is rational.” Zong Ru smiled and waved his right hand. “Why don’t we go this little brother’s room. If Shixiong has any questions, please ask there.”

“Yes!” Yi Zheng hurriedly said.

He followed behind Zong Ru and walked as xiuzhe occasionally bowed to Zong Ru along the way. He thought inside, it seemed that this Zong Ru Shixiong had a high status among this group.

Zong Ru’s room was very simple. Other than the two meditation mats, there were no other objects.

“A simple place, you have seen a joke,” Zong Ru said with a smile.

“No, no! Shixiong’s place is perfect for the serene Samadhi path. This little brother feels admiration,” Yi Zheng hurriedly said.

Zong Ru smiled. “Which sect does Shixiong come from? Where did you cultivate before?”

Yi Zheng thought inside that the true aim had come out. He answered, “This little monk is a disciple from Great Buddha Temple, and cultivated at He Residence Mountain before.”

“Great Buddha Temple?” Zong Ru made a sound and suddenly thought of something. He asked with shock, “Great Buddha Temple of Temple Sea Jie.”

“Shixiong knows this humble temple?” Yi Zheng slightly let out a breath at the other’s shock. To his shock, he found that everything he had seen in this day and night had unconsciously put pressure on him.

“Ha ha, the honored temple’s [Great Buddha Dhyana Records] is one of the Eight Great Dhyana records of Xuan Kong Territoires and is renowned. This little brother may be sheltered and ignorant but still knows the honored Great Buddha Temple.”

Yi Zheng did not feel any smugness. If it really was like the other had said, Zong Ru would not have made a sound like he did. His mind shifted. “Where did Shixiong learn?”

Zong Ru gave a reminiscent expression. He said with a smile, “Speaking of that, I’m not afraid Shixiong would laugh. This one has no teacher. This one only encountered a master in the past that passed on some basic dhyana spells.”

Yi Zheng did not believe it. Zong Ru’s cultivation was clearly not weaker than his, and his Samadhi skill was even deeper. The study of any other spells could have the possibility of a shortcut, but not Samadhi. Even if it was a fundamental, but there was no room for shortcuts. Zong Ru’s ling power ripples were as deep and steady as the ocean. His Samadhi skill was clearly very high.

Seeing Yi Zheng’s expression, Zong Ru understood. He did not explain. “Shixiong has come from the Xuan Kong Territories, we have come from the Kun Lun Territoires. There are thousands of li between us. It is a matter of dhyana karma that we have met on this ancient battlefield.”

Yi Zheng nodded. “Shixiong’s words are great kindness!” He already believed the words. Almost all the dhyana xiu temples of the world gathered in the Xuan Kong Territories. The Kun Lun Territories were famed for their sword xiu. He had never heard of them having a large dhyana xiu temple.

Upon closer examination, he found that while Zong Ru had deep dhyana cultivation, but it was possible to see signs of age and hardship between the brows. He clearly had gone through hardships in his cultivation. The dhyana xiu disciples of large temples did not like luxury, but they did not have to worry about material things. They could rest their hearts and cultivate their dhyana, and it was rare for them to have hard times.

He suddenly thought of the “ancient battlefield” that Zong Ru had just mentioned, and couldn’t help but ask, “This is an ancient battlefield?”

“En. We came in from the outer fringes, and saw many corpses and bones along the way. But it has been too long, and they would disintegrate when touched. Daren said that this ancient battlefield is tens of thousands of years old.” Zong Ru did not conceal it.

“Tens of thousands of years?” Yi Zheng’s expression shifted, and then he sank into thousand, “Ten thousand years … … ancient battlefield … … ancient battlefield … …”

The Great Buddha Temple was one of the Eight Great Temples. With a long history, it had many temple records. He thought back and tried to recall what records would match this.

Seeing Yi Zheng in deep thought, Zong Ru did not hurry him and patiently waited.

A long while later, Yi Zheng suddenly murmured in a low voice, “Can it be … … can it be … …”

Deep terror suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Translator Ramblings: Zuo Mo is so nice to Lil’ Miss. Pu Yao wants his golden souls.