Chapter 594: Tan Qingsu (1/2)

The majestic peak was imposing, situated up in the clouds.

The green cliff had trees twisting around like dragons with a cave by the midpoint. The entrance was an eight-meter-tall door made of stone. It looked like the dwelling of an immortal.

Feiyun was now wearing a white Buddhist robe, sitting in a meditative position beneath a Bodhi Tree outside of the entrance.

Complexion - perfectly white; brows - thick and tidy. His black-as-ink hair fluttered in the wind.

Anyone who sees him right now would see the word “calm” just an immovable boulder.

The Bodhi Tree towered at 300 meters. The leaves have grown for three hundred years yet still haven’t fallen. It carried an aura of vicissitudes.

The leaves rustled when the breezes came. A single leaf finally fell down, looking like a green butterfly.

A woman wearing a white buddhist dress came out; hair tied up in a buddhist bun with lotuses beneath her feet.

She was shrouded in a buddhist aura; only around the age of twenty but her eyes carried a sad and profound flash. This pair of eyes was polished by time. One would only have them after experiencing several hundred years.

She stood on the platform outside the entrance like a saintess. Her left hand held a string of green beads as she calmly said: ”This is your sixty-fourth day of meditation, fifteen days longer than the previous. It looks like like the Calmheart Mantra is effective for you.”

Feiyun has been here for nearly one year, cleansed by the mantra for the eighth time. The hatred in him has dispersed by half but the evil affinity remained, evident by his face’s appearance.

His hands were down at his dantian. He slowly opened his eyes with a faint, red circle around them, still cold: “How do you know I’ve awakened?”

His voice became normal again, no longer hoarse like before.

“I knew when the leaf fell down.” The elegant woman stretched out two fingers and that exact leaf land on them.

Each of her action was beautiful, in tune with the rhythm of the heavenly dao.

She was the lord of Beastmaster Camp, Tan Qingsu. She was full of spirituality as if her very body was made from the laws of Buddhism, bereft of a single impurity.

She has cultivated for 470 years without taking a single step out of her sect. She spent half of her time on Skyhigh Peak and had reached a state of indifference. She resembled a drop of clear water and viewed everyone else in the same manner, including Feng Feiyun.

This was a mental state of Buddhism - all things are water.

“Beastmaster Camp is a sacred ground of Buddhism; no men are allowed to enter, so why did you want to save me?” Feiyun asked this question for the eighth time.

He did so after each of the previous cleansing processes.

Tan Qingsu looked like she was inside a painting of clouds. She calmly responded: “Because if I don’t, you will continue your rampage. It’s better to have a person instead of a bloodthirsty demon in this world.”

Feiyun remained quiet.

He wouldn’t believe such sanctimonious words from just anyone. After all, who would save people for no reasons? No self-gains?

But it felt so natural coming from her - the love of Buddhism wanting to grant salvation to all. Perhaps this was because of her current mental state.

Qingsu said: “I didn’t answer you before because of the blind hatred. Just hearing the word, “kill”, would have stimulated your evil affinity. But after the eighth cleansing and meditation, your sanity has regained control.”

“Then shouldn’t you remove the seal so I can leave?” Feiyun smirked.

Qingsu disagreed: “Far from enough. You need to experience the ninth cleansing and more than just that, stay and meditate in Buddhism for one hundred years then I can be sure enough to remove your seal, allowing you to leave.”

“Why is that?” Feiyun’s eyes started to have a bloody color with some ferocity leaking out. His palms had a demonic glow.

“When Miss Dongfang brought you here, she wanted to ask for the help of my two Senior Uncle Ancestor. Unfortunately, one has left for Sacred Spirit Palace while the other is roaming the world and hasn’t returned for three hundred years. That’s why I personally chanted for you to chase away the heart devil and calming the beast souls. Of course, I can’t do it as well, so you need to cultivate Buddhism for a hundred years.” She slowly said.

Feiyun closed his eyes, aware that Qingsu was only temporarily suppressing his evil affinity. Just a little stimulation could turn him into a demon again.

Feiyun had too many nefarious aspects looming within. Even the Nine-doves Gown couldn’t suppress all of them.

First one - the demonic energy in his blood.

Second - the evil energy of Yama’s Spine.

Third - the evil energy of the Evil Woman.

Fourth - His murderous intent because of Nangong Honyan’s death.