462: Chapter 47: The Fate of Disaster 462: Chapter 47: The Fate of Disaster “Fan Yin Temple…
indeed comes with genuine sincerity.”
Today, before ascending the Golden Body Tower, Xie Xuanyi thought that Miao Zhen’s status within the Buddhist sect was like that of the “Law Enforcer” on Golden Turtle Peak.
But now it seems, he was wrong.
Miao Zhen is not merely a warrior monk in simple control of life and death.
Everything this fellow does, is imbued with a strong sense of purpose.
He is well aware of the dire straits Buddhist sects face during these times of transition, seeking to resolve this predicament requires enough powerful external forces…
and from Great Chu’s side, only the Taoist and Da Sui Sword Palace could lend aid to the Buddhist sects.
Other sects and noble houses, either lack the strength or are too closely linked to the Great Chu Royal Family.
Thus, this meeting came to be.
Miao Zhen seeks to win over him.
And it can be said…
he has already succeeded.
“Benefactor Xie, if you have other conditions, feel free to state them.”
Miao Zhen said with a smile, “One matter is separate from another, these requests will not be counted within the commitments of the Golden Body Tower contest.”
“I do indeed have a request.”
Xie Xuanyi spoke calmly, “But before I put forward this request, let me clarify upfront…
even if we reach an alliance, it is only a personal combination.
My standing by your side does not imply that Da Sui Sword Palace stands with you.”
“Of course, that’s only reasonable.”
Miao Zhen maintained his composure, “If in the future there arises a troublesome issue and Benefactor Xie finds it inconvenient to take action due to stance, you are free to stand by and observe.
Mutual aid in the same boat is all about reciprocating hearts.”
Miao Zhen is a truly clever person.
Just this alone is sufficient to ensure that Xie Xuanyi won’t become an enemy of the Buddhist sect.
“I can accompany the Fan Yin Temple delegation on your eastern journey until we return to Da Li.”
Xie Xuanyi stated calmly, “However…
I will charge a certain fee.”
“Oh?”
Miao Zhen looked somewhat puzzled.
“The fortune from today’s Golden Body Tower, if after refining the Buddha Bone there’s still an excess left, then all this fortune should belong to me.”
Xie Xuanyi lifted his head, gazing at that broad wreckage draped in golden blood.
Miao Zhen helplessly and wryly smiled, “What if after refining all of it, not a bit remains?”
“Then it would be fate as ordained, and should be thus.”
Xie Xuanyi said indifferently, “I am not some great kindhearted man; since I’ve chosen to take action, I naturally expect some compensation.
To tell you the truth, before the Fan Yin Temple delegation crossed to the west, I already promised Chen Jingxuan to accompany you eastward for a trip.
Even if today’s agreement fails to materialize, this journey must still proceed.”
Since the other party was willing to speak frankly, then he too was willing to be open and honest.
Miao Zhen understood that this condition was in fact quite reasonable.
The fortune Great Pudu Temple absorbed these past days, Xie Xuanyi did indeed contribute, and now he was halfway through offering his request as a form of support – there was no reason not to agree.
“Good.”
Miao Zhen sighed deeply and sincerely said, “Benefactor Xie, if the fortune is entirely utilized, then consider it a debt the Buddhist sect owes you.”
Xie Xuanyi waved his hand.
Excellent, with this, the agreement has been reached.
Now, he and the Buddhist sect…
at least with Miao Zhen, stand as allies on the same battle line.
The trip to Great Pudu Temple today was not in vain.
Just as he was about to turn around, something suddenly occurred to him.
Xie Xuanyi suddenly spoke with a gravitas, “That old monk called ‘Fa Li’…
how is he?”
…
…
“He’s blind.”
The Holy Light of the Buddha Country Barrier swayed at the Heavenly Peak, like a Golden Sea.
The rain on Red Mountain gradually subsided, countless threads of rain beat upon the ground, producing a crisp and resounding sound of rainfall…
After a long wait atop the mountain, instead of waiting for the departure of Xie Zhen from the Golden Body Tower, they received an “invitation” from the monks of the Fan Yin Temple delegation.
The monk invited everyone to rest midway up the mountain, take shelter from the rain, brew tea, engage in casual conversation, and wait patiently.
Mi Yun led the crowd down the mountain.
The trials of Great Pudu Temple today had concluded, the soulful sounds of the “Buddha Sound Forest” already dissipated, and bereft of the Buddha Country’s blessing, the bamboo forest was nothing but a unique scenic view, except at the end of the long corridor, everyone found an old monk in blood-stained robes, sitting in solitude.
Someone recognized the identity of the old monk at a glance.
“Master Fa Li!”
“Master Fa Li…
why have you bled so much?”
“What happened to his eyes?!”
Suddenly, there was a buzz of discussions.
The bamboo leaves of Red Mountain swayed, the sound of the wind rustling, the old monk’s eyes were closed, his cheeks smeared with blood that was now crusty and his whole person seemed like a frozen stone statue.
Standing in front of the crowd, Mi Yun, with a complex expression, uttered the same lines from the beginning.
“He’s blind.”
These simple three words instantly plunged the whole Red Mountain into silence.
Everyone looked at each other, a sense of horrific contemplation setting in.
Master Fa Li had practiced at Great Pudu Temple for a long time, having stepped into the Yin God Realm long ago…
Cultivators of the Buddhist sect have always been humble, and it’s claimed by Great Pudu Temple that Fa Li’s cultivation talent was not high, his cultivation speed rather slow, and not particularly powerful even within the ranks of the Yin God Realm, but he was after all a Yin God who had practiced for many years, even at the Initial Realm, he should not be harmable by Cultivators of the Grotto Heaven Realm.
How did this master’s eyes end up blind?
If one were to look carefully, one would realize the ground of the corridor was splattered with fresh blood.
This blood had not yet coagulated, still exuding scalding heat, and…
Sword Intent.
“It wasn’t the Young Master from the mountain who did this, was it?”
Duan Zhao, seeing this scene, felt chills down his spine, an ominous premonition rising in his Heart Lake.
He couldn’t help but transmit his voice to Deng Baiyi, “It is said that Buddha’s son Miao Zhen can slay a Yin God from the Grotto Heaven…
I think the Young Master can do it too…”
“I believe it too.”
Deng Baiyi’s face showed some complexity.
“Shall we withdraw first?”
Duan Zhao scratched his head, “In case it really was the Young Master…
can the Buddhist sect let us go?
If a fight breaks out, the Young Master will most likely escape, but what about the two of us?”