Run! Run for Your Life! (24)

"A monument in blood and flesh, Divine Oracle from heaven."

Somewhere in the city, the energetic Huang Qiuxian frowned as he gazed at the Divine Oracle of flesh and blood.

After the plague was eradicated by that True Person, all suffering vanished along with it.

The old man, who had fallen to the First Refinement, was rapidly recovering every moment—and at this moment, he had returned to the level of Martial Arts Master.

Before long, he will once again be the East Cult 'High Envoy, a prominent figure of our time.

Huang Qiuxian stared intently at the words that appeared one after another on the monument of flesh and blood.

[Try to find]

[A person of Spiritual Perfection, True Spiritual Realm]

[Anchored to the Longevity Mountain, the people of the Heaven and Earth Five Villages Temple]

[This person is in this city.]

[Found him]

The scarlet characters slowly twisted on the flesh monument. Huang Qiuxian raised an eyebrow and murmured in confusion.

"Longevity Mountain, Heaven and Earth Five Villages Temple"

"What kind of strange phenomenon is this, and who anchored it? That the God of Plague would pay such a huge price just to issue Divine Oracle a day earlier to announce this matter?"

Huang Qiuxian didn't understand, but he could guess that it was probably a battle between gods in Different Dimension.

At the same time.

Ninth District.

The believers also saw the distorted Divine Oracle on the monument of flesh and blood, and they discussed it, bewildered, and puzzled.

Kong Dongyan swallowed hard.

"This is truly strange. The Heaven and Earth Five Villages Temple sounds like the name of a Daoist temple. Could it be the abode of the Plague God in Different Dimension? No, no, that's not right."

He looked at the mysterious young man, who was so well received by even the Grand Master, with a personal welcome:

"Brother Zhang."

Brother Zhang became Brother Zhang.

Kong Dongyan in amazement and said:

What do you think?

Zhang Fusheng, who had been staring at the monument of flesh and blood, snapped out of his daze and precisely controlled every muscle in his body, revealing no abnormality:

"What else can we do but stand and look? Divine Oracle pronouncements are vague and difficult to understand."

As he spoke, his heart tightened.

Damn it!

The Ancestor of Land Immortals then proclaimed that he should offer the Flesh and Blood Mycelial Blanket of the God of Plague Divine Descent a sacrifice to build Blood Shrine.

Then, the God of Plague sent down Divine Oracle, telling him to find himself!

Oh shit.

Are these two fighting in Different Dimension?

Forehead.

Amidst the palpitations, Zhang Fusheng felt a strange sensation arise within him.

The "Great Emperor Wenguang" and "Zhen Yuanzi" are fighting. What niche terms!

However, if we were to replace them with the God of Plague and the Ancestor of Land Immortals,

That makes much more sense.

Why does he want to find himself?

Will he seal off Jiangzhou and conduct door-to-door checks after the Divine Descent is complete?

A chill ran through Zhang Fusheng's heart, but his body and expression showed no sign of abnormality; on the contrary, he even looked curious.

"That's strange, Brother Kong, what do you think?"

"As for me? I'm just standing here watching."

Kong Dongyan wryly, ignoring the somewhat chaotic group of West Cultist, and bowed, saying:

"This matter has nothing to do with us, so there's no need to worry about it. However, Brother Zhang, I've come to pay my respects with my outspoken junior brother to apologize."

Jiang Shutong fear, gritted his teeth and suddenly knelt on the ground.

Then he kowtowed three times with a loud thud.

"Brother Zhang, I was ignorant and reckless before, please forgive me!"

Zhang Fusheng shrugged:

"It's nothing serious, there's no need to make such a fuss. I'm not that petty."

Kong Dongyan a slight sigh of relief, then turned to the side and sternly rebuked:

"Why aren't you reflecting on your mistakes?"

Jiang Shutong scrambled away.

He turned around and gave Zhang Fusheng an apologetic smile:

"I originally intended to skin him alive and dismember him to atone for Brother Zhang's sins, but... but he is of great use to me."

Zhang Fusheng was taken aback, temporarily suppressing his shock, and asked curiously:

"Oh? What does that mean?"

Kong Dongyan hesitated for a moment, then whispered:

"I am a disciple of the Ancient Sage Faction of the Confucian Sect. Our school is different from the Heavenly Principle School, which takes Tianli Faction as the supreme principle and claims to eliminate human desires and make all living beings puppets."

"Our Ancient Sage Faction upholds benevolence, righteousness, morality, gratitude, loyalty, and filial piety."

Zhang Fusheng recalled that Kong Dongyan had given a beggar a dollar at the train station.

Then, taking all the money from the beggar's bowl—a gesture of 'repaying a drop of kindness with a spring of gratitude'—twitched at the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Kong is taking such good care of this junior brother; could it be that he is repaying a debt of gratitude?"

"That's right, it seems Brother Zhang has a good understanding of our sect."

Kong Dongyan lightly and said in a refined manner:

"I personally guided my junior brother, teaching him cultivation, principles of conduct, and rules of social interaction."

"The plan is that one day in the future, when I encounter an insurmountable bottleneck, I will have my junior brother repay my kindness by sacrificing his own life to help me."

He downplayed it:

"Of course, if I break the precepts of the sect, or if I face a death calamity, my junior brother can repay my kindness by taking the punishment, shielding me from disaster, or dying in my place."

"This is the cultivation path of my Ancient Sage Faction."

Zhang Fusheng opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but couldn't utter a single word.

Awesome.

Kong Dongyan hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and seemed to have made a great decision:

"Not as good as that."

"Brother Zhang, have you given me something today?"

He took it very seriously:

"Therefore, I owe Brother Zhang a debt of gratitude."

Zhang Fusheng was stunned:

Why bother?

That's what he said, but his hands moved quickly, taking the tray of food from a Western Sect disciple beside him.

Kong Dongyan spoke frankly at this moment:

"Brother Zhang must have something special about him to be able to receive Divine Descent messenger from the Western Sect High Envoy greet him. I don't know what it is, but I'm willing to place my bet."

He explained:

"Human nature always favors those who owe us favors. I owe Brother Zhang a debt of gratitude, which can be considered a connection between us—in the future, I will definitely repay even the smallest kindness with the greatest gratitude!"

"No problem, no problem."

Zhang Fusheng smiled and handed the tray forward:

"How much kindness is shown in a single meal?"

Kong Dongyan took it without hesitation and wolfed it down, finishing the dishes and rice in three or four bites.

He then pulled out a card with the three characters "Kong Dongyan" written on it from his pocket and presented it with both hands:

"A single meal can save a starving person from death; the kindness of a single meal must be repaid a thousandfold. This is my letter of gratitude."

"According to the rules of our Ancient Sage Faction, which absolutely forbid any desecration, when I see this letter of gratitude in the future, I will repay this kindness no matter how difficult it may be!"

Zhang Fusheng happily put away the post, finding Kong Dongyan more and more pleasing to the eye, but suddenly he was startled.

Have I fallen into a trap?

Why do I suddenly feel a strange attraction to Kong Dongyan?

He suddenly reached out and grabbed the refined young man by the throat with tremendous force!

"You plotted against me?"

Kong Dongyan was deeply shaken. He was now Martial Arts Master, even if the prescription was for the Spleen's Great Secret rather than the Kidney's Great Secret.

He has a strength of nearly 300,000 jin!

But he's not as good as Zhang Fusheng, who never even reached the Martial Arts Master.

He was having difficulty breathing, his face was flushed, and he didn't use his Blood Qi Beacon —his intuition told him that if he dared to use it, he would really die.

Kong Dongyan with difficulty:

"Brother Zhang, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."

"This is the cultivation path of my Ancient Sage Faction. It's not something I'm scheming against Brother Zhang. Brother Zhang is simply developing a good impression of me."

"I will repay my elder brother's kindness at any cost!"

"No, elder brother, you can ask that Western Sect High Envoy."

Zhang Fusheng squinted and let go:

"Is that so?"

Kong Dongyan with a wry smile:

"That is precisely why the cultivation of our Ancient Sage Faction prioritizes benevolence and righteousness, and emphasizes both words and deeds."

"It is to bestow favors upon those below in the hope of repaying them, and to owe favors to those above in the hope of receiving their protection."

Zhang Fusheng paused for a moment. This guy was quite frank.

He carefully examined himself and found that he only had a slight liking for Kong Dongyan and found him more pleasing to the eye.

"Then I'll go and ask Miss Mingyue."

Zhang Fusheng turned around, just about to walk towards the main hall, when he saw that the main hall door was wide open.

The veiled Miss Mingyue stepped out, gazing at the massive monument of flesh and blood, and at the Divine Oracle inscribed upon it.

Zhang Fusheng saw a very complex expression on her face.

Moment.

"Young Master Zhang."

The Miss Mingyue drifted over like a gust of wind and gently took Zhang Fusheng's hand:

I have something to ask you.

She paused, then said calmly:

"Furthermore, what this Confucian Sect said is indeed true, and the favor bestowed upon you is entirely beneficial."

As they spoke, Kong Dongyan, having mustered his courage, handed a letter of invitation to the 'Great Grandmaster' and cautiously said:

"We are deeply grateful for the High Envoy's protection; the envoy's kindness is profound, and we hope to High Envoy."

Miss Mingyue casually accepted the invitation, without even glancing at Kong Dongyan, and took Zhang Fusheng's hand as they walked towards the main hall.

As we entered, the doors slammed shut once more.

She took Zhang Fusheng's hand, sat him down in a chair, and poured him another cup of Calming Tea.

The Miss Mingyue stared intently at the frail-looking boy, a barely perceptible tension lingering in her voice.

"Young Master Zhang, we will be seeing you off tomorrow."

But I have one more question now.

"You previously said that you used that Nine-Ringed Zen Staff to anchor the Danxia Divine Mountain —is that the same Longevity Mountain mentioned in the Divine Oracle, the Heaven and Earth Five Villages Temple?"

Zhang Fusheng stiffened.

On the outskirts of the city.

The Buddhist disciple glanced at the enormous flesh-shaped Divine Oracle, pursed his lips, and gently patted the Human Treasure's head:

"My Human Treasure, eat, keep eating."

Niu Dali let out a low hiss of unbearable humiliation, but he was completely unable to control himself, gnawing at the flesh-and-blood curtain again and again.

But strangely,

The veil of flesh he had gnawed away was healing, but the healing process was extremely slow.

In no time at all, the Buddhist disciple had already penetrated more than a hundred meters into the curtain of flesh and blood, and it wouldn't be long before he was able to get out.

As Niu Dali devoured the curtain of flesh and blood, he emitted sounds filled with madness and resentment:

"My junior brother is also from the Lingshan lineage!"

"My master, Hong Tianbao, is also a remnant of the Ling Mountain sect!"

The Buddhist disciple seemed completely unconcerned, nodding slightly.

"Okay, sure."

Niu Dali, unwilling to accept defeat, swallowed the bloody curtain whole, gritting his teeth:

"The Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron! My grandmaster had the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron!"

The Buddhist disciple was taken aback, a look of surprise and doubt appearing on his face.

"Is the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron?"

He suddenly realized something, dropped the jar, took out the Divine Scepter from the cloth bag, and with a respectful expression on his face, knelt on the ground and held the Divine Scepter high with both hands.

"Welcome, the Divine Oracle of Mahakala!"

The luminous Divine Scepter trembled slightly, reflecting the Six-Armed Mahakala, and a majestic sound emanated from it!

The Six-Armed Mahakala and awe-inspiring.

"My son."

The voice of Mahakala was obscure and indistinct, seemingly penetrating and descending upon this place, fraught with countless difficulties.

"Are you still in Jiangzhou?"

Clearly, He could not see the scenery here.

"Yes, I am here," the Buddhist disciple replied respectfully.

"Escape."

The Six-Armed Mahakala's obscure voice carried a profound sense of fear:

"Run! Run away immediately!"

The Calm Wrath Buddha Son was taken aback. In all his years of worshipping Mahakala, this was the first time he had ever heard the deity tremble with such fear.

The indistinct voice of the Six-Armed Mahakala came again.

"Yesterday."

"When you borrow my power to wield the Three-Faced Divine Scepter..."

"There exists an unknown entity, gazing upon the infinite heights!"

"He dwells in that vast place."

The Buddhist disciple was taken aback. Yesterday?

Wasn't that when he borrowed the Divine Scepter to create the Human Treasure in the underground river?

He was puzzled:

"Mahakala, why do you only speak now?"

After a while.

The Mahakala, majestic, yet subtly trembling voice of Mahakala resounded once more.

"Because."

"Only today does He see the me of yesterday."

"He dwells in the Dao Palace."

"His eyes transcend years and time."

"He is gazing at you, or me."

The Six-Armed Mahakala narrates in a unique, obscure aria:

"Escape from Jiangzhou"

The illusory scene gradually faded away, and the Buddhist disciple silently put the Divine Scepter back into the bag.

"What's wrong?" Mingfei asked softly, leaning against his back.

The Buddhist disciple remained silent, but a smile blossomed on his face, a smile that grew ever brighter.

It is Him.

The Buddhist disciple murmured to himself.

An infinitely high Dao Palace, an infinitely high existence, yesterday

It is that compassionate celestial being.

Yesterday, in the underground river, wasn't that the moment I first came into contact with the Order of High Heaven?

His last remaining doubts about the Celestial Venerable vanished. He picked up the bewildered Human Treasure from the ground and whispered:

"By the Mahakala above."

"By the Heavenly Venerable One."

The Buddhist disciple then slammed the precious Human Treasure against the curtain of flesh and blood.

"You're quite lucky to have appeared before the Celestial Venerable as a treasure to be offered up."

Niu Dali silently gnawed at the blood and flesh curtain, which had begun to emit a faint light—meaning that the exit was not far away.

He naturally knew that Mahakala was one of the high-ranking deities in the Mandala System.

Although I don't understand who the Celestial Venerable is.

But I heard it clearly now.

It seems the Buddha's disciple is about to offer himself up to a being that even [Mahakala] fears.

He gnawed fiercely at the curtain of flesh, his eyes glowing with an intense crimson.

"I really am the chosen one."

"Heavenly Venerable, the Heavenly Venerable is the key to my destiny! I will surely gain the special favor of that unknown being!"

"At worst, I'll serve that being like a beast of burden, a dog!"

As Niu Dali munched on his food, he was thinking wildly:

"Buddha's disciple."

"Zhang! Fu! Sheng!"

"Wait for me, wait for me!"

'Smack!'

The curtain of flesh and blood was completely torn through, and sunlight streamed in.

The Buddhist disciple, holding the Human Treasure, glanced back at the slowly healing veil of flesh and blood, his hand resting on the Order of High Heaven.

He was thinking.

How can I contact that [Boundless Heavenly Venerate]?

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