Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1621 - 115 Xin Yuan_2
Chapter 1621 -115 Xin Yuan_2
“Fenglin Continent? Wanxiang Sect?”
Master Xinyuan was slightly taken aback and instinctively asked:
“So it’s a young friend from Wanxiang Sect… Your sect’s Tan Yangzi and Hui Yunzi, are they still well these days?”
Wang Ba froze for a moment and quickly bowed slightly before replying:
“Tan Yangzi, Grandmaster of the Sect, has ascended to immortality many years ago. Hui Yunzi, Grandmaster of the Sect, has only recently come out of seclusion.”
This was not something that needed hiding.
The former, the Sect Master before Shao Yangzi, had failed in Crossing Tribulation and ascension, passing away long ago. The latter had recently defeated Han Yanzi in a battle, witnessed by all, leaving no room for concealment.
What surprised Wang Ba was that despite these two fading into obscurity in the Cultivation World for years, Master Xinyuan seemed unaware of it.
“Apparently, accustomed to living secluded in a corner of the world.”
Wang Ba silently remarked in his heart.
Upon hearing news of old acquaintances from Wang Ba, Master Xinyuan’s gaze remained calm. However, his attitude toward Wang Ba became noticeably cordial, as he spoke warmly:
“In the past, I once had discussions with the two elders of your sect and gained much from it. It seems we share a deep connection.”
Seeing the other party’s amicable demeanor and past ties with Hui Yunzi, Wang Ba couldn’t help but feel slightly relieved.
But at this moment, Master Xinyuan turned his attention back to Zhao Jie, his expression laced with memories:
“The Lotus Dharma Assembly… Yes, I remember meeting you there. At that time, you seemed to have come along with a few individuals from the Ci lineage…”
Upon hearing these words, Zhao Jie’s initially jubilant expression was replaced with a touch of sorrow:
“They were Martial Uncle Ci Lu and Martial Uncle Ci Zhao… During the great flood, they used their bodies to block the floodwaters, raising countless civilians above them. We were preoccupied with saving ourselves, and thereafter, we never saw them again. I fear they have long since…long since perished…”
“Ci Lu… Ci Zhao…”
“A great flood?”
Master Xinyuan murmured the two names, his demeanor clouded in confusion.
But soon, Wang Ba and Zhao Jie noticed something amiss about Master Xinyuan.
Master Xinyuan seemed as if possessed, his vacant eyes lowered gradually, muttering the two names repeatedly:
“Ci Lu… Ci Zhao… Ci Lu… Ci Zhao… A great flood…”
“What is the great flood? Who are Ci Lu and Ci Zhao?”
“Why do I feel these names so familiar?!”
“Master!”
Zhao Jie, sensing danger, urgently shouted.
Indeed, his shout had an immediate effect.
Master Xinyuan stiffly raised his head, his expression flickering erratically, a mix of bewilderment, guilt, and overwhelming anguish:
“It’s me!”
“…Ci Lu… Ci Zhao… They, it’s me who harmed them!”
“I was so focused on saving all beings, and yet I forgot they were beings too!”
“If not for me… They would not have had to die… The monks in Xituo Continent would not have had to…”
Zhao Jie and Wang Ba were both stunned upon hearing this.
“Master, Martial Uncle Ci Lu and Martial Uncle Ci Zhao…”
Zhao Jie couldn’t help but inquire, but his voice quickly faltered.
He looked in shock at the forehead of the White Eyebrow Old Monk before them. The auspicious mark, crimson like fire, gradually faded away, and his kindly face, once as serene as a full moon, transformed in an instant to one of ferocity!
The golden light of glazed radiance behind him turned dark and eerie, rising into the sky like Demonic Flames!
Wang Ba’s expression shifted, his Yellow Dao Domain fully expanded!
Above the heavens, clouds gathered!
At this moment, Zhao Jie, steeped deeply in Buddhist Law for many years, gazed upon the White Eyebrow Old Monk’s changes, his whole body as if plunged into an icy abyss:
“He’s entered demonic possession!”
“It’s Mara the Evil One!”
“Not good! The Master has fallen into demonic possession!”
And at this moment, the White Eyebrow Old Monk’s eyes filled with blood, and he clasped his hands together, letting out a mournful laugh:
“Amitabha.”
“Xin Yuan has long since entered Nirvana. Now, all that remains is this persistent resentment… In the past, to save all beings, Xin Yuan used his own body as a shell and ’emptiness’ as a forge to absorb all spiritual energy, seeking to end the great flood. Sadly, it backfired, and the disciples left behind in Xituo Continent had their mana drained dry, dying unjustly due to my mistake. How unfair was I to them?”
“Rather that all the beings perish, placing the sins upon me alone!”
His voice fell, and the Demonic Flames soared!
The golden glazed light behind him twisted like flames, a shattered Buddha statue’s spectral image emerged, and countless streaks of demonic Qi seeped out from the cracks of the statue!
“Master, has indeed entered Nirvana?!”
Zhao Jie exclaimed in astonishment upon hearing this.
Nirvana meant enlightenment, meant cessation, meant death.
Yet the White Eyebrow Old Monk before him still appeared vivid and lifelike, conversing and reminiscing just moments ago.
No matter how hard he tried, Zhao Jie couldn’t believe it!
Wang Ba sensed the sudden acceleration in the absorption of mana around him, his face grew solemn. Without hesitation, the Divine Patterns surfaced, and he swiftly carried Zhao Jie away from their current spot.
In an instant, their figures, enveloped by the Yellow Dao Domain, reappeared in a nearby location!
Wang Ba turned his gaze sharply behind him, only to see the White Eyebrow Old Monk had somehow already extended a single palm, broad and full.
His palm clasped emptily, as though grasping the heavens!
Wang Ba’s face turned incredibly grim!
The Escape and Dissolve Divine Power had encountered, for the first time, a situation it couldn’t evade!
“Beware, this must be the Master’s Dao Domain Divine Skill, Buddha Country in Palm, uniquely suppressing teleportation techniques!”
Zhao Jie urgently reminded.
“How can I break it?!”
Wang Ba quickly asked while simultaneously expanding the Yellow Dao Domain. The Golden Patterns formed a black-and-white veil over his body.
Zhao Jie hesitated, then shook his head:
“No other way, except brute force to shatter it…”
Wang Ba paused, glanced at Zhao Jie, and his eyes showed a trace of helplessness.
“Or fly beyond the range of the Dao Domain!”
Zhao Jie urgently advised.
Wang Ba scanned the White Eyebrow Old Monk, who hadn’t moved from his spot, and his eyes brightened.
Without hesitation, he swiftly carried Zhao Jie and flew away from the old monk at full speed.
Seeing this, the White Eyebrow Old Monk showed no reaction.
His blood-filled eyes watched Wang Ba and Zhao Jie fly away rapidly, then he clasped his hands once more, softly chanting a Buddhist mantra:
