Chapter 292: Confusion (1/2)
Chapter 292: Confusion
Experts gathered below Mount Banda. The many forces here had their elders concentrated in this area.
Sometimes, more rays would come from the horizon, meaning that more masters had arrived. They quickly hid in the clouds before they came too close.
The mountain was shrouded by an evil fog. Even the corpses felt uneasy and uttered terrorizing howls like devils or shuras.
“Amitabha, the conflict in this world is endless. Not long from now, this place will be full of blood and lost souls.” Monk Jiu Rou held a large jar of wine and sat on his butt while lifting his head up for a drink. The strong wine spilled from his mouth down to his neck, drenching his buddhist robes.
Nalan Xuejian stood to the side with her black hair draping down. She had an angry grimace while mercilessly shaking the monk, issuing banging noises. However, he ignored her as if he didn’t know she was angry.
This only further fueled her rage. She directly grabbed the staff and hit his head.
“Amitabha, amitabha, girl, can’t you calm down for a little bit?” It was as if he had an eye on the back of his head. He reached back and caught the staff then placed it to the side.
“Calm? How can I be calm? Are you my ancestor or not?” Xuejian came over and grabbed the wine jar from the monk’s hand and slammed it on the ground, shattering it into pieces.
The smell permeated the air while the monk sighed. A good jar of wine was smashed just like that.
“Of course I am.” He was still sad about the wine on the ground, so he grabbed a broken slab with some wine left on it and carefully sipped it like it was a treasure.
She twitched her pretty nose and angrily asked: “Are you my master as well?”
“Of course!” The monk smiled just like a good buddhist.
She said: “I don’t think you’re my ancestor or master at all.”
The monk replied: “Girl, your words are hurting me. Since when did I offend you?”
She complained: “Then tell me, how come you didn’t help me when I was bullied by someone?”
“Who?” The monk played dumb.
She answered: “Nangong Honyan.”
The monk took a deep breath and sat back down: “Buddha says jealousy blinds the heart. Why should a girl like you make it difficult for other women?”
“I’m not jealous at all! I’m telling you, she’s a bad woman. That boy Feng Feiyun is too stupid, so he has surely been tricked by her and will suffer in the future. We have to help him escape his misery.” She squatted down as well and shook the monk’s hand back and forth in a coquettish manner.
“Amitabha, why do I feel like I’m not helping someone escape their misery but more like participating in a quarrel between two women?” The monk got a headache and rubbed his forehead while beating his chest. In the end, he couldn’t handle Xuejian and had no choice but to agree.
In a distant thick forest, an extravagant carriage stopped in its tracks. This carriage was made from gold and decorated with spirit stones. Three large birds around seven or eight meters long were pulling it.
Just the curtains alone were woven from priceless silver yarn, so how noble and wealthy was the master inside?
A fair and soft hand pulled down the silver curtains. The person inside stopped looking out and spoke with a heavenly voice: “Did you see that old monk and girl dressed in the buddhist robe?”
The speaker was Nangong Hongyan; she was speaking to another woman in the carriage.
“Yes.” The other party replied respectfully. She sat below Nangong Hongyan and stared at her with awe and fear. Hongyan’s cultivation was too terrifying, so she had no desire to resist.
Hongyan’s pretty eyes seemed capable of seeing through all things: “Do you know why you are still alive?”
“I want to know who you are even more.” The girl stared at Hongyan, impressed by her beauty. Even though her face was hidden behind a veil, it didn’t conceal her wondrous aura.
Hongyan calmly answered: “Nangong Hongyan.”
“The most beautiful woman in the world?” The girl facing her instinctively stood up and wanted to rush out of the carriage. She didn’t expect to have fallen into this person’s hands.
“Get on your knees!” Hongyan reached out with fire in her hand in order to suppress the fleeing girl, rendering her unable to move in the slightest.
“The world all assumes that Nangong Hongyan is a weak woman. Who would have thought that you are this powerful? It looks like I won’t be able to survive after being caught by you.” Her jade-like face grew pale.
Hongyan smiled and lifted the girl’s chin: “If I wanted to kill you, then the woman Feng Feiyun buried would have been you.”
The buried corpse was naturally not Bai Ruxue since the real one was kneeling before Hongyan right now. However, her white hair had been shaved completely, so she looked like a stunning nun.
Her long hair had been transplanted on the female corpse in order to truly fool Feng Feiyun. Hongyan understood Feng Feiyun more than anyone else and knew that he wouldn’t use his divine intent to inspect a woman’s body, especially a corpse.