Chapter 988 - The Saints’ Ploy (1/2)

“Buddha, the most compassionate…” Witnessing the scene unfold, Zhi Nan started to chant a Buddhist scripture. A ray of white light shone, concealing Black Robe.

Black Robe regained his composure after a full-bodied tremor. He glanced at the Bronze-masked Man calmly and retreated to the back. He did not speak throughout.

“Master Zhi Nan, your intentions?” the Golden-masked Man suddenly asked.

“Almsgiver Gold, forgive me, I do not understand your words.” Zhi Nan shook his head slightly.

“Oh, my third brother’s words were only half correct. That is, please impart to us the methods of vitality conversion. As for the matter of seizing the planet, we wouldn’t dare to covet it for ourselves. Naturally, we’ll look for another location and create a planet for spirits there.” Golden-masked Man said earnestly.

“I see. This is an important matter. Could you possibly allow me to consider it?” Zhi Nan said carefully.

“Of course. We would not dare to press you.” Delight flickered in Golden-masked Man’s eyes.

“If that’s so, the three of you please do stay in the guest suites nearby. A day or two later, I will naturally give you an answer. Black Robe, lead the way for these three wise men…” Monk Zhi Nan instructed.

Black Robe led the three of them out of the door silently.

Worry flittered on Zhi Nan’s face. When he was an incarnation of the Devil Saint, he had already heard of the three devious fellows. They were masters of wisdom, in charge of completing unspeakable deeds on behalf of the gods.

If he was the devil he once was, he might be able to fend them off. As a monk, he found it difficult, mainly because the former did not need to preserve his dignity while it was a necessity for the latter.

If he did not agree, the other side would definitely go all out to oppose him. If he did, there would be dire consequences.

Both paths were hard to walk on.

“How can I benefit both sides, so that I do not need to be unfaithful to the Buddha and to everyone in the world…” A silhouette, clad in white clothing, flashed before Monk Zhi Nan’s eyes. He froze.

After a while, he sighed and walked towards the back of the stone cottage, where a light gate was shining.

…

Outer space.

Vigilante A and Zhi Nan met there.

“What? The people behind the Spirit World showed their faces? Who gave them the courage? I have just recently killed the strongest spirit general of theirs,” Vigilante A said coldly.

“Maybe it is because they brought a certain incarnation of a Spirit Lord…” Zhi Nan relayed Bronze-masked Man’s threats to him.

“Mm. I understand. Previously, Master had banished two gods from the world. It’s understandable that your energy was dented after the incident, and thus cannot do anything in regards to them. Rest assured, I’ll handle this.” Vigilante A took up the responsibility.

“Uh, exactly. We can’t curry the favor of time and space, or else it would cause dire consequences.” Zhi Nan shook his head.

Fang Ning asked Sir System covertly, “I had to do menial jobs for a month just for you to kill off a spirit general. How much do you plan to sacrifice for a spirit lord?”

“Uh, I was only issuing a raincheck on that so that the monk won’t succumb to the pressure. We’ll stall for however long we can. The longer the time we have, the stronger we are,” Sir System said cheerfully.

“Very good. You’ve learned my style,” Fang Ning said appreciatively.

After Vigilante A’s agreement, the worry on Zhi Nan’s face subsided by a lot.

He nodded. “If that is so, I have the confidence to deal with the three of them. I bid you goodbye.”

“Uh, can you divulge your plans, Master?” Vigilante A asked curiously.

“Haha. It’s nothing if I say it out loud. You will understand when you see it,” Zhi Nan said secretively.

“This is why I detest monks the most,” Sir System said angrily. “They like to put on an enigmatic front.”

“Yes,” Fang Ning agreed deeply. “They’re like you, who always don’t finish their sentences and keep their actions a secret from me.”

“…”

…

Two days later, on the Devil Planet, Zhi Nan met the three masked men again.

“I have already considered your proposal,” Zhi Nan said mildly. “If you want the methods of vitality conversion, it’s not impossible, but you have to fulfill a condition of mine.”

The three masked men looked at one another with bewilderment. The man had called himself “Saint” again (TN: In the previous sentence, Zhi Nan calls himself 本聖, which is literally “I, a saint”), and that gave them some degree of pressure.