Chapter 355 - Master Xuantong (2/2)
The woman in green immediately turned around, took a deep breath, and said: “Bloodied Fiend Sect, Dark Shadow Hall disciples listen! Evacuate immediately!”
The Devils’ sects disciples took the order and retreated immediately. They came like tides and went away like tides. Chanyu Zheng shouted, “Don’t let them take Xiao Chen!” Then he burned another three layers of soul source and quickly rushed up.
The cloaked man knocked him back, took a leap, and immediately turned into a black mist and rolled away with Xiao Chen. At this moment, a Buddha mantra sounded in the heavens and the earth, “Amitabha…”
The face of the woman in green suddenly changed as she said, “Oh no! That old vulture of Wuyin Monastery is here…” Before she could finish, a huge golden Buddha handprint appeared in the sky, and a golden “卍” was imprinted in the middle of the handprint.
The palm fell, dust flew, and a five-finger handprint of ten-feet wide was instantly imprinted on the ground. The cloaked man that had turned into a black mist in midair was also hit back to his original form and spewed out a mouthful of blood as he smashed to the ground. Xiao Chen also flew out of his hand.
Ye Wuxin in the distance away was already waiting for an opportunity, he laughed loudly and said: “The Undead Body is mine!” Then he rushed towards the falling Xiao Chen in midair like a meteor.
“Be Kind…” Another Buddha mantra rang, and the air suddenly reappeared a huge Buddha’s handprint. “Boom!” It slammed onto Ye Wuxin and sent him flying 200-feet away, vomiting blood.
Finally, a golden light fell and caught Xiao Chen. It was a white-bearded monk in a golden robe wearing a string of red sandalwood beads on his neck. He held a diamond devil repression wand on his left hand, and Xiao Chen by his waist in his right hand. Many people exclaimed, “It’s Master Xuantong! It’s Master Xuantong!”
This white-bearded monk was the head of the Great Divine Monk of Wuyin Monastery, Master Xuantong. He had not left the monastery for 100 years, he had a high Dharma, and no one knew how high his cultivation was.
The cloaked man shouted, “Go!” Then he immediately rolled up the woman in green and Yu Lingling as he turned into a black fog and went to the east. Bloodied Mad Swordsman also stopped fighting with Xiaoyue. After casting a spell, he transformed into a blood-red radiance into the sky.
Xiaoyue immediately landed, walked to the front of Master Xuantong, and bowed respectfully, “Master Xuantong.”
Master Xuantong nodded and said, “You’re…”
“I’m the 137th generation disciple of Thousand Feathers Sect, Xiaoyue. My teacher is Su Nian Perfected Immortal.”
Master Xuantong smiled and said, “I see, the disciple of a friend. I haven’t seen her for 100 years, how has Perfected Immortal been?”
“Master is all well.”
At this time, Master Xuanji and other people came over, Master Xuanji frowned and said, “Why did Senior Brother come out, the Devil Repressing Tower now…”
“Half a month ago, I wrote to you and saw that you did not return. I thought something is happening here. I didn’t think when I came here today, I’ll see… Sigh… Be Kind…”
Chanyu Zheng also came over at this time. He had burned nearly five layers of soul source. At this moment, his face was white, he bowed to Master Xuantong and said, “Chanyu Zheng of the Immortals’ League see the master…” Then he looked at Xiao Chen in his arms and asked, “May I know what Master Xuantong is going to do with this man?” .
Master Xuantong looked at Xiao Chen, who was as good as dead and sighed, “This boy was from my East Continent, I’ll bring him back with me and lock him in the Devil Repressing Tower. When he’s rid of the devil nature, then we’ll see what to do again..”
“No!” Chanyu Zheng said hurriedly, “This person has the strengths of both Immortals and Devils. Today, he has a deep resentment. One day, he’ll be the biggest enemy of our Orthodox Path. I advise that we should refine him with the True Fire for 49 days, till his soul disappears!” As he spoke, the look on him became more and more malicious.
“Be Kind, Be Kind…” Master Xuanji and Monk Xu Gu whispered the Buddha mantra.
Master Xuantong said, “Heaven values all life. This boy is not a person of the Devil Clan. We can’t kill him…” Before he finished speaking, his body shook. As if his arm was hit by electric shock, he involuntarily released Xiao Chen.
Immediately after, a trace of near-invisible black Qi immersed in his wrist, the face of Qing Chen Perfected Immortal considerably changed, “The devil consciousness!”
Master Xuanji beside was stunned too and said hurriedly, “Senior Brother!”
“Don’t worry!” Master Xuantong put his zen stick on the ground, two fingers of his left hand together pressed to his right elbow. A golden light was injected, but his face suddenly turned white, cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He was unable to force out that devil consciousness.
A murderous intent flashed in the eyes of Chanyu Zheng, he urged all the True Energy in his body and took a shot at the head of Xiao Chen, who was on the ground.
“Dang!” Chanyu Zheng was knocked back five steps. It was Master Xuanji blocking by Xiao Chen. Monk Xu Gu beside him carried Xiao Chen up and chanted, “Amitabha, Donor Xiao still has to go to my Wuyin Monastery…”
The breeze blew, Tianyuan City in ruins under the twilight seemed a bit desolate. Master Xuantong put down his arm and said to everyone, “There are still things in the temple. I’ll take leave.” Then he took the zen stick and looked at his Junior Brother and said, “Junior Brother, let’s go.”
“Wait up, Master!” Yu Yifeng stepped up quickly and looked at Xiao Chen who was in the hands of Xu Gu, and then handed out the Unsullied Sword and said, “The Sword Spirit in this sword is called Unsullied, it does not like killing. Maybe it will resolve some of the anger in Junior Brother Xiao, I hope that the Master will leave this sword with Junior Brother Xiao.”
Master Xuantong nodded slightly, and Master Xuanji beside took over the Unsullied Sword, and put a palm in front of his chest and said, “Be Kind…”
“Junior Brother, let’s go.” The three turned into three golden rays and gradually disappeared into the night.
Yu Yifeng looked at the sky where the three people left. He thought, “Xiao Chen has probably lost all his skills now. All the Orthodox Path in the world wants to kill him. Maybe locking him up in the Devil Repressing Tower of Wuyin Monastery will be the best. Just that in the tower, there’re countless spirits, ghosts, and monsters. I hope with the Unsullied Sword by his side, and he will be safe.”
The evening wind blew, and Tianyuan City tonight was in another type of quietness.