Chapter 287 - Fusang Tree Becomes a Spirit, Suppressing the Person to Face the Calamity (2/2)
“No, I can’t be like a child. I can’t let Master down!”
Long Hao clenched his fists and left.
After returning to the Fusang Tree, as soon as Han Jue appeared, the disciples surrounded him.
“Master, Hao’er left?”
“Sect Master, did something happen to the Heavenly Court? Even the son of the Heavenly Emperor was issued an edict. It seems like there’s no one left.”
“Is there something wrong with Long Hao’s brain? It’s so dangerous outside!”
“Hahaha, when he returns, we will definitely have surpassed him.”
The Chaotic Heavenly Dog asked, “Are you making a dig at me?”
Han Jue had a headache from all the disciples, so he waved his hand and moved everyone away from him.
He continued to observe the Fusang Tree.
The disciples of the Hidden Sect walked far away and continued discussing.
After a long time.
Han Jue opened his eyes, looking surprised.
The Fusang Tree seemed to have developed a hint of intelligence!
This trace of intelligence was very weak and special. It was like a living thing flowing quickly in the tree to avoid Han Jue. Unfortunately, it was still discovered by him.
The Fusang Tree was about to become a spirit?
Han Jue thought for a moment and decided to let the Fusang Tree’s intelligence grow.
Any divine item would give birth to its own intelligence, just like the Ancient Spiritual Ginseng Xun Chang’an and the Heaven and Earth Grass Dao Comprehension Sword.
Perhaps the Fusang Tree could become an important battle force to protect the Cultivate Diligently Become Immortal Mountain in the future.
Han Jue smiled and returned to the Connate Cave Abode to continue cultivating.
In the netherworld, Ksitigarbha Palace.
Ji Xianshen’s four limbs were tied up by four huge chains. His body was pulled into the air. Black lightning landed on his body crazily, destroying his physique. However, he didn’t grunt in pain even as his skin and flesh were torn apart.
He stared ahead. A fat monk was sitting on a lotus throne.
The fat monk wore a kasaya and had a benevolent expression. He held a circle of Buddhist beads in his hand and muttered a mysterious Buddhist scripture.
Strands of strange green smoke filled the palace. Sometimes, they transformed into demons and ghosts, sometimes into gods and Buddhas. It was like a dream.
Finally, Ji Xianshen couldn’t help but say, “How long are you going to torture me? I’ve already said it! I’m not the one who will face the calamity! I’ve never thought of overturning the myriad worlds!”
He was really depressed.
He had failed to snatch the divine weapon. Ksitigarbha had originally let him go, but for some reason, he suddenly hunted him down and suppressed him again.
Most importantly, Ksitigarbha said he would harm the myriad worlds, so he wanted to suppress him.
Ksitigarbha said calmly, “The person meant to face the calamity will never think of himself as that person.”
“Then, what makes you so sure that I am him?”
“The Divine Palace, the Demon Court, the Heavenly Court, and the Buddhist Sect all say that the person facing the calamity is in the netherworld and has even comprehended a Mystical Power from time to time. Isn’t that
you?”
“Is it wrong for me to comprehend a Mystical Power?”
“Amitabha.”
Ji Xianshen was furious.
How unreasonable, this guy was not listening! Ji Xianshen gritted his teeth and asked, “What can I do to make you let me go?”
Ksitigarbha said, “Amitabha. I’m willing to sacrifice myself for the common people and suppress you forever.” “You…”
Ksitigarbha closed his eyes and continued reciting the scriptures.
Ji Xian was so angry that he spat out blood. “Don’t panic. I’ll go ask for help!”
A voice sounded in Ji Xianshen’s ears. Immediately after, a wisp of black smoke quickly flew out of his body.
Sensing something, Ksitigarbha suddenly opened his eyes and shouted in a low voice, “Devil Race!”