Yan Ru's lips twitched slightly...
The smile froze.
He clutched his chest; his old heart was a little injured...
But soon, his eyes lit up. "This... this is the calligraphy of Lord Military Confucian! I'm going to frame it above my bed and burn incense and pray to it every day! It will surely bring good luck!"
Yan Ru said with great joy.
In his eyes, this wasn't an insult at all; it was clearly a golden signboard!
When the three thousand Literary Sage followed Kong Qiusu, he did not take a single one as a disciple, nor did he leave anything behind.
Now!
I got his calligraphy!
Unexpected joy!
Ha ha!
Yan Ru laughed loudly, and was about to say something, "Thank you, Young Master..."
I looked up, but there was no one in front of me.
Xie Feng left long ago!
"Why did you leave so soon? Didn't you want to chat a little longer?" Yan Ru shook his head with a sigh, continuing to admire the crumpled paper as if it were a priceless treasure.
"Knock knock knock!"
Suddenly a group of people approached from the opposite direction. They were dressed in identical Buddhist robes, bald, expressionless, and constantly striking wooden fish drums.
The sound was leisurely and carried far away.
"Amitabha!" The monks stopped, and the leader looked at Yan Ru mysteriously, asking, "May I ask, benefactor, if you would allow me to say a few words?"
Yan Ru frowned and asked warily, "Who are you?"
The monk clasped his hands together and said, "People of Buddha Island!"
Yan Ru asked, "Don't Buddhist monks go around preaching? Why are they just chatting with me?"
The monk said, "All things in this world, every blade of grass, every tree, every living being, can hear the words of Buddhism, and so can you, my benefactor!"
Yan Ru said, "You are teaching me Buddhist Dao and Daoism; would you also like to hear about Literary Dao?"
"Benefactor, you have regrets in your heart!"
The monk's eyes were like torches, fixed on Yan Ru as if he could pierce through his heart!
Yan Ru remained silent!
He flicked his sleeve, trying to get past the group of monks!
In the Dao Realm, Buddhist Dao flourish, especially in top-tier areas where monks can be seen everywhere.
However, the Literary Clan, whose Literary Dao were the most prevalent, were quite resistant to Buddhist Dao, considering them heretical and doctrinal.
Yan Ru turned around, and the monk said, "This humble monk can grant you an audience with the Military Confucian Kong Qiusu!"
Yan Ru: "!!!"
His heart skipped a beat!
Turning around, Yan Ru walked towards the monk and asked, "Is there any way?"
The monk gave a mysterious smile.
at this point!
Ding~
A clear, delicate bell rang out!
Yan Ru's body trembled, his eyes gradually became unfocused, and he stood there dumbfounded!
"Come with me, and I can mend the regrets in your heart... Come, let's go to that flawless place..."
The monk's voice was extremely seductive.
Yan Ru's consciousness was fading, and he followed along step by step...
Right now!
A trace of the power of a Literary Sage surged forth from within him!
That was his will, a self-rescue measure taken when he sensed danger!
Yan Ru suddenly woke up!
He was shocked and furious, shouting, "What kind of demonic path are you?!"
The monk's face instantly turned cold. He looked up at the sky, and the bell rang again the next second!
Yan Ru was in a bad situation and hurriedly summoned defensive Principle to resist, but to no avail!
This ringing sound is eerie and cannot be stopped by human intervention!
In the instant his consciousness faded, Yan Ru threw the crumpled paper in his hand at the monk!
boom!!
The paper ball burst into flames!
An astonishing energy erupted from it, and the monks' expressions changed. They retreated frantically, and some who couldn't avoid it died on the spot!
The energy pierced a large hole in space, Yan Ru seized the opportunity to slip into the hole and escape!
A narrow escape from death!
He was incredibly grateful to Kong Qiusu the paper ball; it was thanks to the energy within it that he had escaped danger!
"As expected of the Military Confucian Master! Even his insults have such power!"
Yan Ru sighed, feeling that Kong Qiusu's image had become even more lofty in his mind...
Pill Clan.
Kui Xin is very frustrated lately. They had agreed to join forces against the Literary Clan, but the Dark Sea Clan was the most disloyal and ran away first.
Secondly, Hai Kuoyun is dead...
Finally You Chenfeng has also kept his doors tightly shut recently, without stirring up any trouble!
Only the Pill Clan remained, facing the pressure from the Literary Clan all alone!
For a moment, he couldn't help but question the meaning of life...
Kui Xin went for a walk, feeling dejected. Just then, a tall man hurried over. "Chieftain, a Buddhist temple has inexplicably appeared near Medicine City. I dare not act rashly, so I have come to report to you!"
Kui Xin raised an eyebrow. "What kind of Buddhist temple?"
The elder arrived. "A strange, blood-red Buddhist temple!"
Kui Xin nodded. "I understand. Go about your business!"
The elder respectfully withdrew.
Kui Xin thought about it. He was in a bad mood right now, so going to this Buddhist temple might help him calm his mind!
Within the Medicine City, towering mountains stretched endlessly. Kui Xin emerged from the spatial passage and looked up. He saw a Buddhist temple indeed nestled on a dark mountain!
It was blood-red in color, towering into the clouds, with swirling, billowing energy.
Kui Xin took a step forward and quickly arrived outside the Buddhist temple. Upon closer inspection, the red gate was tightly closed, and a faint spiritual aura emanated from it. Kui Xin took a deep breath and immediately felt a sense of peace, as if all his worries had been swept away.
He stepped forward, about to push open the door, when a voice carrying the faint sounds of chanting rang out—
Benefactor, you must not step into this place!
Kui Xin raised an eyebrow and sneered, "On the territory of the Pill Clan, you won't let this clan leader set foot? May I ask who you are?"
The monk said, "If you insist on going in, you need to answer one question for me."
Kui Xin asked dismissively, "What's the problem?"
The Brahma voice asked, "Do you have any regrets in your life?"
Kui Xin frowned, thought for a moment, and then scoffed, "Too many regrets, I don't even know where to begin!"
For example, right now, he regrets why the Pill Clan can't become the dominant force!
The Brahma voice asked, "Do you want to make up for this regret?"
Kui Xin rolled his eyes. "Nonsense! What can be made up for, is it called a regret?"
"Push open this door, and you will get what you want."
I suspect you're lying to me...
"How could I dare lie to you on the Pill Clan territory? Come in, and you will see me, speak with me, and obtain the power you desire!"
"To be honest, that last sentence really appeals to me! On the Pill Clan territory, I doubt you'd dare cause any trouble!"
As he spoke, Kui Xin pushed open the door!
As his left foot stepped over the threshold and landed on the ground...
Ding~~
A clear, crisp bell rang out!
Kui Xin's eyes instantly lost focus, becoming unfocused and unfocused!
"Come in."
The chanting of Buddhist hymns rose gently.
Kui Xin was like a puppet who had lost consciousness, his expression blank, but his movements were completely under his control!
He entered the Buddhist temple, and the gates subsequently closed...
At the same time!
Sushang, carrying a staggering 50 trillion, appeared at the Corpse-Burying Sea. She was heading to Flame Island to give the money to Ge Kuangwo!
This is the compensation owed by the Ghost Clan, Spirit Clan, and Pill Clan at the Delusion City Assembly!
The three races each gave Xie Feng, Shui Yunjun, and Ge Kuangwo 50 trillion!
Under the yellow clouds and red sun, with the sea surging, Sushang rode the waves and took the opportunity to visit his Alchemical Dao Academy.