Chapter 371 - No Entering Samsara (2/2)

“Ah! Huh?” Yi Qing paused. “Aren’t… Aren’t we going to fetch them back?”

“”Chef….” Shen Ying patted his shoulder. “Do you think anything is going to happen to them?”

Yi Qing stared back at her blankly. He did not understand what she was asking, but he answered honestly, “Given Yu Hong and Little Black’s cultivation levels, nothing much would happen to them just because they fall into the lower realm.”

“Then why do you think they’re not heading back?”

“Huh?” Yi Qing remained dazed.

“They’re having their honeymoon. If we go and look for them now, it would not be great.” We have to wait for at least a month. They would only return after they finished spending all the spirit stones they had.

“What is… a honeymoon?” Yi Qing could not understand a word Shen Ying was saying.

“A honeymoon is…” Shen Ying tilted her head. She thought about how best to put it. “It’s absolutely understandable, logical and lawful. It’s all about the nights two cultivators spend together after they get married.”

Yi Qing paused, finally understanding something. He blushed. Shen Ying thought she saw smoke coming out of his ears.

Two… two cultivators… at night…

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He stole a glance at Shen Ying, images flashing past his head. Something dripped out from his nose.

“Do you understand?”

Un… understand what?

“Let’s go! Let’s head to the south.” Shen Ying pulled at his arm.

“Master, this is north.”

“…”

A while later…

“Oh yes, Chef, did you feel like there were little animals around in this forest?”

Yi Qing pressed his nose and answered, “There are 36,957 different beasts.”

“Good, let’s go and pick a fat one!”

“Yes, Master. No problem, Master!”

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It was a pity that neither of them could find any animal. The air in front of them began to twist, and a passage opened up.

“Sect Master…” Meng Po walked toward them with a bitter expression. Behind her was a thin line, formed with dharma spells. At the end of the line was a ball of grievous energy that looked much like a furball.

“This is… Song Ren?” Yi Qing looked at the ball of grievous energy suspiciously. How did he turn into a ball of grievous energy again so soon? “Did Father Niu ask you to bring him here to be reincarnated?”

Meng Po’s expression fell. Her eyes overflowed with guilt as she bowed toward Shen Ying. “Your disciple failed. I don’t know why the grievous energy that this ghost has in her body cannot be removed. Instead, more and more grievous energy is being produced.” As she spoke, she raised her hand in an attempt to get rid of more grievous energy. “The grievous energy cannot be gotten rid of. This soul cannot enter Samsara at all. I tried to get rid of the energy several times, but I don’t know why no matter where I attempt to do so, I can’t… Eh?”

Before she could finish speaking, the ball of grievous energy disappeared. The cowardly nerd appeared once again.

“This is…” He looked around, eyes widened in confusion. Upon seeing Meng Po holding the line, he paled and began to panic. A moment later, he seemed to recall something and then patted his chest. “So it’s you, the immortals! Oh right, weren’t you immortals going to send me to Samsara? Is this the Underworld?”

“That’s really strange. What exactly are you?” Meng Po studied him in confusion. All of them gathered around the ghost. “I could not get rid of your grievous energy earlier on. Why did all the grievous energy disappear the moment you arrived in front of Sect Master?”

How could it be that this soul had trouble entering the River of Forgetfulness?

Yi Qing frowned. He released his divine perception to study the ghost. Apart from the fact that his soul was now weakened by the grievous energy, there was nothing out of the ordinary about him.

“Master, could he be…” an invader?

“No.” Shen Ying’s eyes narrowed as she scanned the cowardly ghost. She turned to face Meng Po. “Shortie, apart from you, does anyone else know how to get rid of grievous energy?”

Footnotes:

The third age of Buddhism