Chapter 12

While the voice was not loud, it was very clear and entered everyone’s ears.

The people kneeling on the ground glanced at each other and looked up at the sky.

A large golden hand reached out from the clouds and slapped down.

The old monk’s expression changed. Before he could react, the giant hand smashed him, and he fell headfirst into the river.

Everything happened in the span of a few breaths.

Bo Tian widened his eyes.

Chu Han’s mouth gaped wide.

The chanting of “Living Buddha” stopped abruptly. There was dead silence.

The Emperor of Dongping, Chu Li, was trembling. He could not believe his eyes.

“The L-Living Buddha…fell into the river?”

“Gulp, gulp, gulp…”

Bubbles suddenly appeared on the surface of the river.

At first, there were only one or two, but soon, more and more bubbles appeared on the river.

In just a few seconds, the entire river seemed to be boiling.

The flow of the Yan River, which had always been stable, went berserk. The waves of the river surged into the sky, rolling violently, and the sound was like thunder.

Chu Li was so frightened that his face turned pale, and his legs went weak. Fortunately, he was kneeling, so he did not make a fool of himself.

“Who dares to stop me from attaining Dao?”

The surface of the river exploded, and a golden figure broke through the torrential river water and appeared in front of everyone.

However, compared to before, the old monk’s temperament was very different. With raised eyebrows, his eyes looked like lightning. His voice was like a bell, and his face was filled with anger.

The old monk took a step forward. He pointed at the sky and then at the ground with one finger. With his body as the center, an invisible ripple spread out.

Specks of golden light lit up from the surrounding commoners and were absorbed into the old monk’s body.

This was the power of faith. The old monk had been teaching for more than a month and had already charmed many believers.

“Om…”

The old monk chanted mantras with a solemn expression. The kasaya on his body shone like a Buddhist light that illuminated all things.

Strong power of faith gathered, and huge waves rose in the Yan River.

The old monk stood on the river, stepping on the void with his sleeves fluttering.

With the help of the power of the mountains and rivers, he struck out a palm at the sky!

The giant palm formed by the power of faith collided with the giant magic hand from before.

Boom!

The huge waves of the Yan River exploded, and the water splashed.

The officials of Dongping, the royal family, and the nobles who stood at the forefront became the first line of defense against the water, so they were all shot in the face.

Countless fresh fish and crabs fell from the sky.

A tortoise the size of a palm flew over and hit Chu Li’s forehead.

The emperor grunted as his body flipped over and he fell backward.

A large group of eunuchs, guards, and the princess hurriedly stood up and rushed forward, surrounding him.

As the Crown Prince, Chu Han was too engrossed in watching the battle to notice his father’s condition. By the time he reacted, he realized that he could no longer squeeze in.

It was fine if he couldn’t enter. Anyway, he wasn’t a doctor and couldn’t help.

Chu Han was about to check on the situation with the commoners when he kicked something and found a tortoise lying beside his feet.

It was the size of a tortoise’s palm, but its back was not the greenish-gray color commonly seen on tortoises. Instead, it emitted a jade-like luster.

A piece of bone was embedded in the carapace. It was dark in color and was about the size of half a palm.

Chu Han let out a soft sound of surprise. He felt that this tortoise was a little strange, so he picked it up and stuffed it into his arms.

The old monk also fell with the emperor.

The large hand of mana slapped down. With just a casual slap, the old monk’s body fell from the sky like a bird with broken wings.

Above the clouds, Lu Xuan reached out and grabbed the old monk’s body.

He waved his hand, and six streams of light flew out from his sleeve. Cheng Lingzhu focused her eyes and saw that there were six stone monuments of different shapes, all containing spiritual light.

The six stone monuments lit up, and solid magic chains appeared. They linked together and turned into a cage, sealing the air around the old monk.

Lu Xuan formed a hand seal and the mana in his body poured out. The six stone monuments condensed an invisible force as if they were trying to forcefully pull something out from the depths of the void.

He had killed the demon’s past body in the City of Death and captured the demon’s present body by the Yan River. Now, he was going to use a secret technique to extradite the demon’s future body to the present world.

Suddenly, a formless and enormous existence descended from the heavens and earth. Although its entry was loud, it was invisible.

However, such an existence was forcefully torn apart and dragged into the magic cage formed by the six stone monuments.

The cage shook and shone like a millstone. In just a moment, the demon’s past and future bodies were obliterated.

The people of Dongping did not sense the arrival of the demon’s future body. They only felt the sky turn dark for a moment, and then a shower of light fell.

This was formed by the shower of light after the mana cage dissipated. With the death of the demon, the eyes of the people of Dongping regained clarity, and this shower of light had the effect of calming their spirits.

…

In Yanshui, Dongping, Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu sat opposite each other at the noodle stall.

“Alrighty, here are your noodles!”

The lady boss of the noodle stall was a mature beauty. She had a curvy figure and was charming. She served the noodles to the two of them with a smile.

Lu Xuan took a closer look.

‘Wow, what a big bowl!’

The noodles were served.

Lu Xuan picked it up with his chopsticks and was about to dig in.

When he looked up, he realized that Cheng Lingzhu hadn’t touched her chopsticks and was looking at him with a complicated expression.

In reality, Cheng Lingzhu’s emotions were even more complicated than her expression.

Before she left the mountain, her master told her that the disciples of the Dushi Sword House were the best in the world. She just had to go all out in the world of mortals. No matter what happened, her master would take care of her.

Cheng Lingzhu wasn’t a condescending person, but as a disciple of a top-notch immortal sect, she was still very confident.

In the end, in the City of Death, she did not fight the Evil Buddha. It was Lu Xuan who had saved her. In Yanshui, it was Lu Xuan who had taken action and completely eliminated the Evil Buddha.

This was like confidently saying that she would go for the gold before the game started, but in the end, she was carried away by a low-key passing teammate.

Cheng Lingzhu felt like she was in a daze.

Lu Xuan was the one who suggested coming out to eat noodles, so she followed him without thinking.

When one’s cultivation reached the Golden Core stage, they no longer needed mortal food. However, eating was a habit that Lu Xuan had always maintained.

Cheng Lingzhu looked at Lu Xuan, then slowly picked up her chopsticks and started eating.

When one experienced the mortal world and traveled, happiness, anger, sadness, and happiness were part of cultivation.

Everything she had experienced and witnessed had imperceptibly deepened her understanding of the mortal world and her understanding of cultivation. It was not necessarily a bad thing to take a blow.

Cheng Lingzhu suddenly understood.

After eating, Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu got up and left, walking on the streets of Yanshui.

There were two major events: the white-browed demon monk being punished by the heavens and the old emperor being knocked out by a tortoise.

Yanshui was in an upheaval.

The Imperial Army stationed in Yanshui began to clean the streets. Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu went to a nearby teahouse and ordered two cups of tea.

In the quiet room, Lu Xuan said, “Fellow Daoist Cheng, I would like to ask if your sect has a senior named Dark Stain?”