Sect Master Jieyin

The land of Lingshan is overgrown with weeds, with a few sparse low trees growing here and there.

Among them are some practitioners who have shaved their heads, and others who practice with their hair still on.

"Those with bald heads follow the Buddha, while those with hair follow Brahma!"

The division of power within the Western Sect is quite simple: those with hair on their heads and those without.

This distinction is so simple it's beyond criticism.

Guan Zizai tucked a strand of her hair back. Male cultivators were one way of distinguishing them, while female cultivators, like her, either tied their hair back or let it hang loose, which was another way of distinguishing them.

The Western Sect has two leaders, which leads to two different methods of practice within the religion and further distinguishes it into two factions.

The leaders didn't care, but those below understood it perfectly.

For example, Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva practiced under the guidance of the two founders, while Brahma practiced under the guidance of the great founder.

She led the group to the lair of Brahma and his followers.

As they continued forward, the monk with long hair kept staring at the group, while a woman with disheveled hair greedily scanned Nezha's body.

"If you look at me again, I'll poke your eyes out!"

Nezha gave a threatening shout and then made a face at the men and women.

"If you dare lay a hand on me, I'll use that as an excuse to beat up Brahma, and maybe even catch that sly Vishnu!"

Nezha spoke in Sanskrit, warning these people, and the many eyes that had been watching quickly looked away.

"Junior brother, look, it's the same whether Cihang is there or not," Nezha said happily. "These barbarians deserve to be frightened more!"

"Senior brother, you're amazing, but don't say any more. We've arrived at the Grand Master's execution ground," Jinxia Yuanjun warned.

"What's there to be afraid of? We're here to trade treasures with him anyway, he's not going to give us a hard time," Nezha said.

"Ahem, a friend surnamed Kong said, 'It's a very happy thing to have friends coming from afar. I never expected to see disciples of the Taiyi School come to the sacred mountain!'"

High on the mountain.

A figure sitting on a nine-petaled lotus platform, standing sixteen feet tall, was originally looking up at the sky. But when Nezha spoke up to refute Jinxia Yuanjun, his head quickly turned downwards, and his figure rapidly shrank back to the size of a normal person.

He turned his head, and his aged and suffering face made Nezha shake his head, feeling that the other person's appearance was even less pleasing than his own.

"Greetings, Master!"

Jinxia Yuanjun bowed first from afar, which made Nezha reluctantly bow in return.

"This must be Nezha," the cult leader said after glancing at Nezha with a kind expression. "I didn't expect that after hundreds of years, you would still be so handsome!"

"Don't even think about taking advantage of me!"

Nezha would happily accept praise from others, but the two Western religious leaders made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

The First Master's words Jieyin with hidden meaning, while the Second Master was Nezha's nemesis.

He was also glad that he had come to see the Grand Master of the Lingshan Dojo, otherwise Nezha would not have been willing to come.

I was just complimenting you!

The Sect Master Jieyin smiled, then looked at Jinxia Yuanjun, and glanced at Rong Tianding and the others behind her.

"That person is unconscious and seems to be in a state of mental confusion. It seems that you have come here to borrow my Eight Treasures Merit Pool to cleanse his soul," said the Sect Master Jieyin.

"Your Excellency is wise," said Jinxia Yuanjun, bowing deeply, "This is indeed what we intend to do on this trip!"

"Then you've come at an inopportune time. My Eight Treasures Merit Pool..."

"We brought a section of Spirit Silk Jade Lotus Root, so what do you think, do you want it or not?"

The Sect Master Jieyin was about to decline and raise the price when he encountered Nezha, that clueless little brat, who kept bumping into him, which made him swallow his words.

Nezha is so cute!

With an awkward smile, the Sect Master Jieyin also felt that Nezha, this little brat, was not likable.

But he let Nezha do as he pleased, after all, he only saw Nezha occasionally, while those people in the Immortal Court saw Nezha every day, and they were probably all getting resentful over time.

The Sect Master Jieyin was quite pleased to see the people of the Immortal Court seething with anger.

He had an alliance with the Immortal Court and had received some benefits, but no matter how much friendship there was, he was still unhappy because the Heavenly Court had erected a gate at the entrance to his secret place.

The two sides had many back-and-forth discussions regarding the land.

Unable to win arguments or fights, he could only let the Immortal Court erect its gates at his doorstep.

This made the Sect Master Jieyin feel resentful.

If making the people of the Immortal Court unhappy is something that would certainly please the Sect Master Jieyin.

He was quite pleased with Nezha, and even praised him several times.

However, Nezha was very perceptive and extremely wary of his praise.

"Master, please understand that our use of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool is not a frivolous demand, but rather an exchange for a section of the Spirit Silk Jade Lotus that my master painstakingly cultivated," said Jinxia Yuanjun.

"That's fine. Since you're so sincere, then go and wait at the Eight Treasures Merit Pool," said the Sect Master Jieyin. "One of my disciples suffered a spiritual injury and is currently recuperating at the Eight Treasures Merit Pool. If we wait for him a little longer, he'll come out!"

"What a coincidence!" Nezha said sullenly, "Can you still use that pool you used to wash people in?"

"You can rest assured about this," the Sect Master Jieyin replied. "The Eight Treasures Merit Pool gathers supreme fortune; how could it be unusable after just a wash? Besides, it..."

The Sect Master Jieyin glanced at Zhang Xuezhou and thought that washing such a minor cultivator wouldn't be a problem.

Let alone washing one, he could throw a hundred such minor cultivators into his Eight Treasures Merit Pool without any problem.

What problem caused this spiritual ailment in him?

The cautious Sect Master Jieyin couldn't help but add a comment.

"He was used as a medium by a fortune teller," said Jinxia Yuanjun, "And his soul was damaged!"

"The people of the Xiang family are too calculating; they're using others as shields because they're afraid of losing themselves!"

The Sect Master Jieyin commented, already understanding the patient's problem.

He didn't ask any more questions, nor did he waste a single glance on Zhang Xuezhou. Instead, he focused his attention on Jinxia Yuanjun.

This left Jinxia Yuanjun with no choice but to rummage through her sleeves and take out a section of lotus root that looked like white jade.

This lotus root is as white as mutton fat jade, even whiter than the most delicate skin of a young girl.

Looking at the Spirit Silk Jade Lotus Root, the Sect Master Jieyin felt that he had gotten a great deal in this transaction.

Moreover, what the other party offered was indeed what he needed.

If he could cultivate the Spirit Silk Jade Lotus, it might be able to repair his damaged lotus platform and also provide nourishment for his physical body.

Either way, it would be quite beneficial to him.

Although Taiyi Palace is located at the East Heavenly Gate, and the West Heavenly Gate is right in front of him, it is still not easy for the Sect Master Jieyin to go to Taiyi Palace.

Entering the Eastern Heavenly Gate Secret Realm from the outside is difficult, but if he travels through the Western Heavenly Gate into the Immortal Court, he will inevitably be invited as a guest by Laozi, Yuanshi Tianzun, and others, and he will certainly be taken advantage of by these two.

Only the arrival of Jinxia Yuanjun and others allowed him to obtain such a treasure.