The Buddhist Order Questions the Heart

Luo Yuheng draped one of her long, white legs over his stomach, blinked her beautiful eyes, and said plaintively:

"How could anyone bear to hit Xu Lang? It's all because Xu Lang is heartless and ungrateful. He already has me, but he still insists on getting entangled with Mu Nanzhi. He even takes her traveling around the world."

"If I have children in the future, you'll definitely abandon your wife and elope with that little slut."

As she spoke, she suddenly beckoned to a rusty iron sword, pressed the tip against her lower abdomen, and hummed:

"Then I'll kill your cub, killing both you and your unborn child."

Xu Qi'an missed the aloof original Imperial Advisor, and pinched his brow in exasperation. "Imperial Advisor, are you out of your mind?"

A cold sword blade was held against his neck; in the darkness, his eyes were as cold as ice, and a cold smile played on his lips.

"What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly."

"Grand Preceptor, I think there's something wrong with my mind. Maybe you damaged it. After you shattered my Primordial Spirit, did you manage to piece my soul back together?"

Xu Qi'an is flexible and adaptable.

Luo Yuheng's expression changed instantly. He dropped the iron sword and rubbed Xu Qi'an's head, saying, "Good boy!"

"You're crazy! I'll get through these 24 hours and send you away, "Xu Qi'an said with a forced smile.

Luo Yuheng's behavior made him realize that this leader of the Human Sect was extremely possessive and very wary of Mu Nanzhi.

Aside from Xiao Ai being very jealous and targeting other fish in the pond, the other personalities are only wary and fearful of the Flower Goddess.

"It seems that in the eyes of the Imperial Advisor, Nan Zhi is the most formidable rival in love, and all other women are no match for her. The Flower Goddess is probably the only woman who has made the Imperial Advisor lose confidence in his own beauty."

Thinking to himself, Xu Qi'an glanced sideways at the little rascal beside him.

Little Evil blinked.

Xu Qi'an looked away, thinking to himself, "It's okay. You may not be as pretty as her, but you're radiant."

Ignoring the long, white legs rubbing against his stomach, he closed his eyes and began to review his battle with Asura that day.

"I have never encountered the 'Slaying Thief' position before, so I don't know if Asura held back. But now that I think about it, the power of the 'Slaying Thief' position doesn't seem as strong as I imagined. Although it dealt me a certain blow, that's all."

"Looking back now, it all seems very suspicious."

"In terms of a third-grade Vajra's combat strength, Asura didn't hold back. Moreover, he was indeed overwhelming me. But what if he had unleashed his Asura bloodline from the start?"

"With the physique of a third-grade Vajra combined with the Asura bloodline, he could probably easily defeat me. Of course, it could also be explained that he converted to Buddhist School, bid farewell to the past, and was unwilling to release the Asura bloodline unless absolutely necessary."

"But it still feels a bit forced."

Although he and Sun Xuanji were able to defeat Asuluo because of their good teamwork and the use of the Demon-Sealing Nail to deliver a "fatal blow" and weaken the opponent's strength, they still had to run away after stealing Shenshu's legs.

It appears they narrowly won by relying on methods such as the Demon-Sealing Nails and the Floating Pagoda.

To outsiders, it wasn't that Asuluo wasn't strong enough, but that Xu Qi'an was too cunning.

But this couldn't convince him, because the situation was that Sun Xuanji spent most of the time hiding in the sky playing a support role, while he, a mere third-rank cultivator, held off Asura for such a long time on his own.

After sparring with my aunt today, I was shocked to realize that a peak second-grade expert is far beyond the capabilities of a third-grade martial artist.

So how did he manage to hold off Asuro for so long?

"He actually played me!" Xu Qi'an hissed. Asuluo not only played him, but he played him very well.

First of all, when the two fought, Asura did indeed dominate Xu Qi'an, and Xu Qi'an only won by relying on the Demon-Sealing Nail in the end, which can be said to be a narrow victory.

In such situations, people often feel that they have won by a great risk and that the enemy is very powerful.

How could anyone doubt that Asura was acting?

"The question is, why did Asura play me? First of all, he could never be an ally, because once you enter the Buddhist order, you are free from all worldly desires, and you don't even have the chance to be a traitor."

"The Bodhisattvas and Arhats of Buddhist School are not stupid. If Asura had problems, why would they have arranged for him to guard the Southern Frontier?"

"In that case, there might only be one answer: internal conflicts within Buddhist School. The debate between Mahayana and Hinayana Buddhism is more intense than I anticipated, so they need the Demon Race an external enemy to divert attention from these conflicts?"

"This explanation is fine, but it feels like something's missing."

"Tomorrow I'll go to the Hundred Thousand Mountains first. When the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox returns, I'll tell her about these things and see what her opinion is. The Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox can certainly notice the details that my aunt noticed, but she didn't say anything. Well, it's not that she didn't say anything; she did have some feelings about how I was able to retrieve the Divine Relic's severed limb."

"Help the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons restore its kingdom, capture Du'e or Asuluo to remove the last Demon-Sealing Nail, end the Battle of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and it will shake the entire Nine Provinces."

As his thoughts drifted, he felt a few wet, warm little tongues licking his cheek.

What are you doing!

Xu Qi'an turned his head and looked at the stunningly beautiful face beside his pillow.

The little devil stuck out its tiny tongue, licked its lips, and a bewitching smile bloomed on its beautiful face. It raised its snow-white chin and said provocatively:

"Let's cultivate together."

Xu Qi'an rolled over and pinned him down. "My third-grade physique isn't something to be trifled with. Are you ready to cry?"

The next day, inside the pagoda.

Xu Qi'an clasped his hands together, sat cross-legged beside the old monk Taling, and whispered:

"Master, I've gained another insight."

When Xu Yinluo said this, his face showed no worldly desires.

The old monk Taling glanced at him and nodded with satisfaction. "Good!"

Mu Nanzhi, who was standing next to Bai Ji, sneered:

"Master, he has already attained enlightenment twice."

Xu Qi'an glared at her, pulled the Flower Goddess aside, and she was dragged to a corner, her face stern.

"Who gave you permission to touch me?"

Bai Ji raised her paw and slapped Xu Qi'an's hand that was grabbing Mu Nanzhi's arm, shouting:

"Let go! Let go!"

It's like a child who stands firmly on its mother's side.

Xu Qi'an withdrew his hand, chuckled, and nudged her with his shoulder.

Are you jealous?

Mu Nanzhi responded with a cold laugh, "Jealous? You overestimate yourself. Do you really think every woman in the world is hopelessly in love with you?"

Bai Ji said in Jiujiu, "That's right, that's right."

No, no, the women who like me don't even come close to a tenth of Li Lingsu's level. He's the one with girlfriends all over the world. Xu Qi'an glanced at Bai Ji and said to himself:

"I'm going to Southern Frontier tomorrow, so please don't come out during my stay."

Mu Nanzhi's eyes reddened, and she looked at him coldly:

"What, you think I'm getting in the way of your dual cultivation?"

He took a deep breath and said sarcastically, "I haven't even asked how Xu Yinluo and the Imperial Preceptor's dual cultivation is going. I imagine they're inseparable, not wanting to be apart for even a moment."

Anyway, it's all empty, just like Xu Qi'an's serious face:

"No, you might not know, but Luo Yuheng's current personality is 'evil,' a vicious evil. Last night, she forced me to release you from the pagoda so she could kill you with her own hands."

Mu Nanzhi's expression changed.

Xu Qi'an continued:

"Of course I disagreed, so I got into a fight with her."

Mu Nanzhi was both angry and furious, gritting her teeth:

"She hit you?"

Xu Qi'an nodded with a wronged expression, took Mu Nanzhi's hand, and said softly:

"I'm thick-skinned and it doesn't matter to me, but you're different. I will never let her hurt you."

Mu Nanzhi's resentment dissipated considerably. She gently withdrew her hand and snorted:

"Our relationship is completely innocent, so don't say such lewd things."

She pursed her lips, taking the opportunity to conceal the upturned corners of her mouth.

Xu Qi'an, knowing when to stop, continued:

"But Bai Ji wants to come out with me; I need it to contact the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox."

Mu Nanzhi said worriedly, "But you said Luo Yuheng is very vicious. Won't she make things difficult for Bai Ji?"

Xu Qi'an took Bai Ji from her arms, held her close, and said expressionlessly:

"I think this is what it should be able to handle at its age."

Bai Ji flinched, then quickly added, "I like Xu Yinluo the most."

It was late, and Xu Qi'an carried Bai Ji up the steps to the second floor. There stood rows of Vajra statues, some with fierce expressions, others poised to strike, creating a solemn and intimidating atmosphere.

These sculptures form a specific array, imbued with Buddhist teachings, and constitute the third level of the pagoda, specifically designed as a cage to seal powerful practitioners.

The "prison-suppressing" power emanating from the second layer can even briefly affect those of the second rank.

Chai Xing'er sat cross-legged between two sculptures. She was originally a beautiful married woman with a pitiful and delicate temperament. Her long-term imprisonment made her even more frail and endearing.

His cheeks were pale and thin, and his black hair was disheveled.

When Miao Youfang was around, he acted as a jailer, regularly feeding the prisoners and changing their toilets.

In addition, Myolie Chai will have one opportunity to go out for activities every seven days, including bathing and washing up.

After Miao Youfang left, the task of feeding the animals was handed over to Mu Nanzhi, while the task of changing the toilet was handled by the old monk Taling.

In any case, for the tower spirit, a mere thought is enough to transfer any item out of the tower—except for the severed arm of the divine being.

"Unexpectedly, the long period of imprisonment has made your aura more profound and your cultivation level greatly increased."

Xu Qi'an smiled.

Chai Xing'er opened her eyes, looked at him, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly:

"Besides practicing breathing Qi Refinement, there's nothing else to do. Anyone could experience a significant increase in cultivation level just like me."

She paused, her expression softening slightly, and asked:

"How has Li Lang been lately?"

Xu Qi'an nodded:

"We've formed an army of refugees and are preparing to fight in Qingzhou. While you were at the Floating Pagoda, a famine struck, displacing people from the Central Plains. Meanwhile, the rebel army from Yunzhou marched north to attack Qingzhou, and the battle reached a stalemate."

Chai Xing'er was silent for a moment, then smiled bitterly:

"A small pagoda has become a sanctuary."

The shelter is correct, but ask the tower spirit if he agrees with the first part of that statement. Xu Qi'an didn't waste any more words and pulled out half a roll of animal hide map from his pocket:

"Look, isn't this the half-roll map left by your ancestors?"

Chai Xing'er reached out and took it, unfolded it and glanced at it:

"It seems so; the map material is the same as the one the Palace Master took from the Chai family back then."

"Have you seen the other half of the map?" Xu Qi'an asked.

Chai Xing'er smiled wryly, "Does Xu Yinluo think I'm qualified to know?"

Xu Qi'an asked again:

"What else do you know about your Chai family's ancestors?"

Chai Xing'er shook her head:

"The ancestor that the Chai family can trace back to now is the one who returned from the Southern Frontier. Going further back, the entire family was wiped out long ago."

This is really giving me a headache. Xu Qi'an reluctantly put away the animal skin map.

Those who catch Xu Pingfeng's eye must be extraordinary. Who is the owner of the tomb? And how did Xu Pingfeng notice the Chai family? Well, for now, this matter is not urgent; let's put it aside for now.

In the simply furnished bedroom, Luo Yuheng lazily yawned, took out clean and tidy underwear and a bellyband from a storage bag, slowly put them on, and then put on the feather robe.

She toyed with the lotus crown in her hand, her beautiful eyes gazing at the exquisite little pagoda on the table, a slight smile playing on her lips:

"A third-rank martial artist, is that all?"

She casually tossed the lotus crown onto the table and left the bedroom.

Because the able-bodied men of the tribe had gone to war, far fewer people went up the mountain to hunt, so Longtu, as the tribe leader, had to go back up the mountain to work.

In the Li Gu tribe, the chieftain is both the one who wields power and the one who bears the heaviest responsibility.

Faced with a shortage of manpower and food, the tribal chief Longtu was forced to go hunting in the mountains.

Luo Yuheng came to the outside of the courtyard and saw Xu Lingyin and Lina squatting under the shade of a tree, lighting a bonfire. Six skinned and cleaned rats were stuck in the fire.

"By the time we finished eating the rats, the sweet potatoes under the fire were also roasted."

Lina hummed in agreement. "Looking forward to it?"

"Looking forward to it!" The little boy wiped the drool from his mouth.

Lina bosses her apprentice around:

Go and get Master a water bag; he's thirsty.

The little boy looked at her warily. "Then, then don't steal any food."

After receiving his master's assurance, the little boy dashed into the yard with his short legs.

Greetings, Imperial Advisor.

Lina spotted Luo Yuheng and greeted him respectfully.

She wasn't a brainless idiot like Xu Lingyin; she was well aware of the power and extraordinary status of the person before her.

Recently, Luo Yuheng and Xu Qi'an have made great efforts in the Extreme Abyss. The legend of the dual dao companion sweeping through the Extreme Abyss has spread throughout the Gu Clan.

Luo Yuheng scrutinized Lina:

"You are the one who holds the fragment of the Earth Book."

Lina was taken aback, not expecting that the Imperial Advisor knew her identity.

Luo Yuheng continued walking out without stopping.

Lina's gaze followed her, keenly sensing that something was amiss with the Imperial Preceptor today.

She immediately looked away, her eyes fixed on the nearly roasted rats, only to find the campfire empty.

The mice are gone?!

Lina stood up, bewildered, and looked around. Where were the rats? Where were all my roasted rats?

Thump thump thump. At the same time, Xu Lingyin ran out carrying a water bag.

She froze, staring at the empty space around the campfire.

The master and apprentice stared at each other, wide-eyed.

Lina moved her lips and said with difficulty:

"The mouse ran away on its own, do you believe that?"

The little boy threw down his water bag, sat on the ground kicking his legs wildly, and burst into tears.

far away.

In the gentle breeze, her black hair fluttered, her feathered robes billowed, and Luo Yuheng smiled radiantly, her beauty captivating and enchanting.

Nanfa Temple.

Outside the collapsed sealed tower, in the plaza.

The Arhat Du'e, with a seven-colored halo shining behind his head, sat cross-legged on a futon, holding a golden bowl in his palm.

"Passing through the Eight Tribulations and undergoing the Test of the Heart—this is the will of the Bodhisattva Guangxian. If you pass these two tests, the matter of the destruction of the sealed tower will be resolved."

The dark-skinned, gaunt old monk gazed calmly at Asura opposite him.

"Disciple understands."

Asura clasped his hands together, took a step forward, and entered the golden bowl.

Du'e Luohan withdrew his hand, and the golden bowl slowly floated into the air, projecting a beam of light from its mouth.

Within the light screen, Asura, draped in a kasaya, stood with his hands clasped together, proudly facing the Eight Sufferings Formation, yet hesitated to enter.