Chapter 238 Grand Arrival of the Little Monk
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Li Fansong cried out in alarm, “What is this!”
Xie Xuan turned his head slightly, his expression sombre. "So this is the final form of the Murderous Dread sword."
Li Fansong turned his head and asked, "Will he die?"
Xie Xuan shook his head. "No, Lei Hong has cultivated himself into the Karmic Fire Realm. In terms of his internal strength, he’s only slightly below that of the Buddhist Unbreakable Vajra Body Arts."
After the incredible explosion, flesh and blood sprayed everywhere. The thirty assassins who had swarmed them were immediately blown out. Some died instantly, and others managed to survive but fell to the ground paralysed. As the smoke dissipated, one person landed steadily. His clothes had been blown to shreds, revealing his knotted muscles. He was panting heavily, but he no longer held a sword in his hand.
Lei Hong, with one man and one sword, killed thirty Spider Shadows!
While everyone had yet to recover from their shock, Xie Xuan suddenly shouted, "Stop him!"
Suddenly, a black shadow swept towards them.
Kui!
He wasn’t dead!
Lei Hong wanted to lift a step, but extreme agony flared up in his entire body and he couldn’t move at all.
Fei Xuan wanted to exert his Great Dragon and Elephant Strength, but he didn’t even have the strength to raise his hand.
Only Li Fansong was able to move. He raised his last qi, leaped forward and struck with his sword. He stopped Kui’s first sword, but he was knocked out in the next instant.
He only managed to stop one sword, but it was just enough.
Because at the same time that terrifying thunder went off, a white-coloured figure appeared in the distance.
That figure moved swiftly and he probably looked like what ancient books described as immortals riding the wind. At the moment Li Fansong stopped that first sword, the white figure had already passed by next to Xie Xuan.
Xie Xuan released a long sigh of relief. He understood that all of this was about to end after all.
Kui thrusted a second sword, but it was blocked.
Blocked by a bell, a huge bell. How could a bell appear in the middle of this mountainous land without reason?
The Inner Bell of Great Wisdom.
With his white clothes fluttering about him, Wuxin clasped his palms together and activated the Inner Bell of Great Wisdom, easily blocking Kui’s second sword.
"Why does this monk always arrive at the most critical moment to save people from the midst of a crisis?"
"Perhaps this is what legends call fate. This monk is destined to be like the coming of Buddha, an existence shining with boundless radiance. This monk didn’t want to be Buddha though, but Buddha wants to be me."
Li Fansong was shocked. What shocked him was that there was such a shameless monk in the world. It wasn’t enough that he compared himself to Buddha but he even relegated Buddha to beneath himself.
Fei Xuan was also shocked. What shocked him was that although this monk spoke arrogantly, his complete qi based on Buddhism was the purest he had ever seen. He himself cultivated the Daoist core principles, and naturally couldn’t help himself from comparing them. But, what he saw was the difference between a moat and the Longqiu Falls.
Xie Xuan laughed. This monk and he had worked together for days to heal Xiao Se, and he naturally understood the monk's arrogant and narcissistic character.
Kui, on the other hand, was furious. He cursed angrily, "Who are you."
"You anger easily and your murderous aura is also very heavy. This just shows that your inner self is very weak. Only one whose inner self is weak would appear so vicious on the outside." Wuxin sighed softly and waved one long sleeve. "Just scram."
Kui’s long sword had shattered into pieces but he still didn’t retreat. He leaned backwards and raised one leg. His toes flashed with a cold light.
However, Wuxin caught it easily and said with exasperation. "Buddhism teaches the three poisons: greed, aversion and ignorance. A person with aversion breeds suffering from suffering, possesses hate and rage in his nature, rejects those without aversion, without a steady nature, engages and depends on evil conduct." He pressed his hands and pushed Kui’s legs down. Kui couldn’t control his own body as it stood up again. Wuxin immediately strangled Kui’s throat and squeezed, as he gave a slight smile. "Could this be what it feels like to clutch the throat of destiny?"
Kui glared at him, his eyes wide with rage, but he couldn’t say a single word.
"Are you trying to speak really badly?" Wuxin looked at him with interest.
Kui gritted his teeth, and he looked as if blood was about to gush out of his eyes.
"Well, I won’t let you speak." Wuxin shrugged.
Kui looked as if he was about to be strangled to death in Wuxin’s hand, and Wuxin finally let go and flung him aside. He smiled as he looked up at the sky. "The moon is beautiful tonight."
Xie Xuan nodded. "It is beautiful indeed."
Li Fansong and Fei Xuan exchanged a look, but they were badly shocked. It was supposed to be the night of the first quarter moon, but there was a full moon in the sky.
It was the Severed Space Array again.
There were members of Hidden River’s Mu House here.
Suddenly, Wuxin raised a finger and slowly said, "Purification of the six senses!"
A loud and clear sound came from the sky, sounding like an egg shell cracking open.
Then a dark shadow flashed in the sky.
The moon, which was as round and bright as a silver plate, transformed into a first quarter moon. Wuxin turned his head to look, and realised that half of the Spider Shadows corpses had disappeared. Kui, who had been lying on the ground, was also gone.
"Just a few pieces of trash. Was it worth the effort to activate such a large array to save them?" Wuxin shrugged, turned around, and smiled at Xie Xuan. "Senior, it’s been a while."
Li Fansong walked over, still holding his sword, and looked at this monk with an elegant face dressed all in white. He asked, "Who are you?"
"This monk is Wuxin." Wuxin smiled at him. "Your swordsmanship is not bad."
Li Fansong was a little embarrassed and he shook his head. "Your martial arts are more powerful."
Wuxin shook his head. "Should be way more powerful, right?"
Li Fansong thought to himself that this monk did not understand the meaning of the word, humility, but facts were facts, and he didn’t have the face to refute.
But Wuxin, the monk, didn’t mind him and continued, "I am, after all, the leader of a sect."
Li Fansong was totally shocked again, and Fei Xuan couldn't help asking, "Which sect?"
"Outerheaven," Wuxin answered calmly.
"Outerheaven?" Fei Xuan was puzzled. "Which temple is this?"
Li Fansong reacted all of a sudden and immediately pulled Fei Xuan behind him. He tightened his grip on his Drunken Song sword. "It's the Demonic Cult!"
Wuxin raised his eyebrows. "What Demonic Cult? That was just a nickname you people came up with back then!"
Lei Hong, who had been standing there for a long time, finally completed tempering his breath. He forced himself to walk over step by step. "So, you’re Ye Dingzhi's son?"
"Exactly. This must be Senior Lei Hong? This monk and your disciple, Lei Wujie, are close friends." Wuxin bowed his head.
"Close friends?" Lei Hong asked back.
Wuxin raised his head, his eyes clear and his voice firm. "Friends who have gone through life and death together!"
Lei Hong asked again, "So you’ve travelled all the way here to help us? Even if you and Lei Wujie are friends who have gone through life and death together, there’s no need to take such a big risk to save his shifu."
"This monk is not here to save Senior. I just happened to be here." Wuxin said respectfully. "This monk is here for someone."
Lei Hong raised his eyebrows. "Who?"
Wuxin lifted his right hand gently and pointed at Li Hanyi who was sitting in front of Xie Xuan. "Her."
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