"Having been entrusted by others, this poor monk cannot remain uninvolved. It is also time to settle this cause and effect and do a good deed. As for the young friend behind Your Excellency, where you came from, return there." Fuhai held a string of Buddhist prayer beads. His voice was not loud, yet even I, far away, could hear him clearly. It was rather eerie.
"Thank you, Senior, for saving my life. If I, Xia Yitian, survive, I will owe you a favor." After saying that, I directed the Swift-Walking Ghost to circle back. With a high monk here to save my life, why would I stay?
I quickly set out a pile of things for borrowing the path. Over there, Zuyun was already displeased. "Fuhai, you dare block me? Aren't you afraid of provoking a conflict between Daoism and Buddhism?" He was clamping down on the craftsman's skill.
"Your Excellency, when has there ever been no conflict between Daoism and Buddhism? This time, I came out of seclusion only because I wanted to keep you from committing too many killings and help you accumulate some merit. It is not actually a bad thing for you." Fuhai did not show the slightest reaction, as if the conflict between them had existed for a long time.
Zuyun had never intended to let me leave. After all, with the living formation's activation failing, he could only start over from the beginning. Restarting the living coffin should have required the Blood Cloud Coffin, but then something had gone wrong with it. He really had the worst luck. Now he was counting on using me to fill the coffin!
I did not dare stay any longer and hurriedly began borrowing the technique. Over there, Zuyun and the divine monk had also started fighting.