Chapter 235 Liaowang Appears

Translator: 549690339

The Sixth Brother had been skulking around the Thousand Buddha Temple, up to something no one knew.

Li Xiaobai checked his attribute panel.

[Host: Li Xiaobai.]

[…]

[Defensive power: Fleshly body has achieved sainthood (350000/1000000) upgradeable.]

[Attribute Points: 0.]

[Store: Unlocked.]

[Achievements: Trouble Maker (8/108).]

[Blood Sacrifice Fragment: 4.]

[Pets: Pudong Rooster (Death count 1).]

To think that there were four shard fragments near the Thousand Buddha Temple, his previous speculations had to be overturned, the fragments were not exclusive to Zhenyuan Country, and this key location of the Buddhist Sect in the Western Desert also had these fragments, and not in small numbers.

A whole four pieces, which meant forty thousand Attribute Points.

Generally speaking, if these fragments could be displayed, it meant they were not far from him.

Li Xiaobai continued to wander in front of the Thousand Buddha Temple’s gates, hoping to bump into a fragment by a stroke of good luck.

It was then, the crowd began to stir, as the upright cultivators who had been sitting on the ground stood up one after another, their gazes all turning towards the gates of the Thousand Buddha Temple.

The firmly shut doors were now opening.

“Amitabha, fellow donors, this old monk from the Thousand Buddha Temple, Yuanjue.”

An elderly monk in red robes walked out slowly, his face gaunt, eyes sunken, and with every step there was a sway, making it evident that he was severely lacking in vitality—and why that was the case probably only the monk himself knew.

Within the Buddhist Sect, the attire signified rank, and these red kasayas were considered of high status, typically worn by monastery supervisors.

Moreover, the kasaya on this old monk was extraordinarily distinguished, adorned with lustrous pearls and gems, clearly not a mere mundane object.

Li Xiaobai felt this item was quite valuable and thought if there was a chance, he should get his hands on it.

The clear sound of chains clinking came through as a group of Buddhist disciples cleared the way at the front, behind them followed a figure, shackled at the hands and feet, swaying as he walked towards the crowd—it was Liaowang.

In just over ten days of not meeting, Monk Liaowang had become emaciated, almost to the point of skeletal.

However, his eyes remained steadfast, and his demeanor was fearless, quite composed.

“Elder Monk Yuanjue, quickly execute the Demon Monk with the righteous law!”

“Indeed, conspiring with the Demonic Woman of the Demon Path, such a man deserves death!”

“Revoke his Buddhist Law, let us take away the Demonic Woman, and let this matter be settled!”

The cultivators were furious, as if they could not wait to execute Liaowang there and then.

Elder Monk Yuanjue made a sorrowful expression: “Fellow practitioners, it pains this old monk to see such a betrayer emerge from our Buddhist Sect. I understand your feelings, but please hear this old monk’s words.”

“The higher-ups of the Thousand Buddha Kingdom have reached a consensus to use the Divine Artifact, the Golden Light Mirror, to test Liaowang’s nature in public. Let all matters of right and wrong be judged by everyone present!”

Elder Monk Yuanjue spoke, a hint of mockery flashing across his eyes as he covertly glanced at a monk standing beside Liaowang.

The monk smiled faintly, nodding his head, his eyes revealing a hint of schadenfreude. Li Xiaobai recognized this monk—it was Monk Ling Jue from the cave in the small world.

This monk was undoubtedly a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He had intended to take advantage of Su Mei’er that day, only to be stopped by Liaowang, and since then, he had harbored a grudge. Now, with the spread of these rumors, he was definitely one of the instigators.

Looking at the situation, there was some sort of relationship between this man and Elder Monk Yuanjue. And this old man was no good bird, either.

In the Buddhist Sect, it seemed that Monk Liaowang was also rather unpopular.

“Indeed, the leader of the Thousand Buddha Kingdom has agreed, and for this instance of the Golden Light Mirror world, it shall be decided by our Cangtian Sect.”

Several streaks of light descended from the void, revealing several middle-aged figures clad in white, their faces bearing serene smiles, as if everything was under their control.

The leading middle-aged man smiled lightly and said, “I am Song Zhong, and I have had the honor of meeting all fellow cultivators here. Today, we are fortunate enough to join together to punish this demon monk, which is truly a wonderful tale to tell.”

“Elder Song flatters us. You, sir, set an example for the common folk with lofty aspirations and serve as a role model for our cultivators. Being able to join Elder Song in this matter is a real honor for us all!”

The surrounding cultivators saluted with cupped hands, their words full of compliments.

Li Xiaobai felt like he had wandered into a den of thieves today; not only were these so-called righteous folks problematic, but even the Buddhists escorting Liaowang also had impure motives. It seemed as if everyone wanted to see Liaowang punished.

“Enough idle chatter. Today we will use this Golden Light Mirror so that all cultivators under heaven can see the true face of this demon monk!”

Song Zhong laughed heartily, his wrist flipping as a small bronze mirror appeared in his hand. This was given by the Old Buddha of the Western Desert for temporary use. After the event was over, the Golden Light Mirror would return to its place automatically.

“Demon monk, do you have anything else to say? If you confess now, you can be spared the physical torment!”

Monk Liaowang remained calm: “This humble monk has waited for this day for a long time. I want to prove to everyone that I harbor no demonic thoughts. All living beings are equal, and even those from the Demon Sect deserve redemption. Benefactor, it is you who have become attached.”

“You have a sharp tongue, as expected of a disciple of the Buddhist Sect. Bring that demonic woman up here. I want to see if this monk is truly without any wicked thoughts, as he says.”

Song Zhong spoke coldly, the crowd parted, and two young cultivators brought Su Mei’er forward.

The current Su Mei’er was marred with injuries, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, yet her extraordinary stature and stunning beauty remained undiminished.

As they watched this celestial-like woman walk past, the cultivators all swallowed hard, unable to take their eyes off her.

Li Xiaobai clearly saw the young cultivators escorting Su Mei’er sporting smiles that hinted at successful scheming.

Su Mei’er was fuming with anger, her jaws clenched tightly, yet she remained silent, enduring all silently.

“Bring her up here!”

Monk Ling Jue stepped forward to bring Su Mei’er beside Monk Liaowang, his eyes flashing with crazed joy. He had finally gotten his way. Wasn’t this haughty demonic woman now just like fish on a chopping board, at their mercy to slice as they pleased?

He had already envisioned that after this matter was resolved and Monk Liaowang was suppressed, he would find the opportunity to have his way with her, to properly savor the taste of Su Mei’er.

Of course, he would first pay his respects to his master, being satisfied with even just a taste afterwards.

“Heh heh, Liaowang, don’t blame me. Blame yourself for protecting the demonic woman of the Demon Sect. With such Buddhist Law, you can’t even distinguish right from wrong, good from evil. You deserve to be suppressed.”

Ling Jue whispered a few words in Liaowang’s ear. He was considered a talent within the Thousand Buddha Temple, but Liaowang’s appearance made him feel threatened, even jealous.

The other was a true prodigy of the Buddhist Sect, and if discovered by the Thousand Buddha Kingdom, future benefits and resources would probably tilt in his favor, leaving less for him.

Resources were his foundation, not to be shared with others – a view unanimously held by the senior monks of the Thousand Buddha Temple. This Liaowang had to die!