“The Great Dharma King Fei was originally named Fei Chen, and he has eight iron monks below his seat, who are above the Dharma Protectors in terms of strength.”
Hui Xin was going to have a Buddhist contest tomorrow, and it was truly worrisome to see such a small kid competing in it.
“The iron monk who made the iron staffs was born in the Sutra School of the Danlajebtsu Temple in Gepei Wuzi Mountain. He has profound Buddhist teachings. He left Tibet five years ago to join the Secret Lotus Congregation.”
Hui Xin showed a serious and incomprehensible expression on his face, and he frowned: “The fact that the monks from Danlajebtsu Temple are mixed in with the Secret Lotus Congregation, it’s really…. alas”
Lama Sima Gyatso was also born in the Danlajebtsu Monastery, but the same rice breeds hundreds of people. Monks are not born without passions and desires. They are fascinated by the desire for prosperity in the world of mortals
“Since Tiankeng No. 444, Master has been researching the reasons for the abnormal changes in the Youpotan Tiankeng, and is tracing the vestiges of Lama Sima Gyatso from during his lifetime.”
In Hui Xin’s hand was the knee bell that Wu Rong had just given him. He looked at the little weasel squatting on Huang Mao’s knee, clasped his hands together and thanked Wu Rong solemnly: “This is a very important clue.”
The knee bone bell was not as good as the tibial trumpet and prayer wheel in Wu Rong’s hands, but it was also a relatively high-level Tibetan secret instrument, and not everyone could practice and use it. Previously, the manipulation done by Liu Hu and the others was only superficial. The real knee bone bell should be used in a set of at least eight pieces. The greater the number, the greater the power.
The iron monk was born in the Sutra Academy, and was qualified to practice magic tools at the knee bone bell’s level. After the death of Lama Sima Gyatso, Danlajebtsu Monastery had closed down the temple and the glory of the original Tantric temple gradually faded. There were few orthodox Tibetan Tantric Lamas in the world. As of now, it’s known that there’s the iron monk, who slaughtered his brothers from the Tantric Academy five years ago and betrayed the monastery. He is still on the wanted list of Danlajebtsu Monastery.
Although his bounty was not high, if you could arrest the iron monk to Danlajebtsu Monastery alive, you would get a chance to receive a first-class empowerment. This was an empowerment from Danlajebtsu Monastery, an extremely precious reward that couldn’t be measured by money at all!
Just by looking at this kind of bounty, and how the iron monk under the protection of Dharma King Fei could still get away with his crimes, we can now know how unfathomable the power of the Secret Lotus Congregation was.
“Five years ago.”
Wu Rong remembered what the weasels on Beacon Hill had said. Five years ago, the yellow disaster happened, and the surrounding residents suffered heavy casualties. The time when all the survivors moved out coincided with the time when the iron monk rebelled against the temple.
Coupled with the knee bell that the weasel found in the chicken coop of the residents at the foot of the mountain, nothing seemed like a coincidence.
“It would be great if we could find the residents from that time…”
Hearing what Wu Rong said, Hui Xin’s small face became serious: “I will tell Master immediately about this clue.”
Five years was too long, the little weasel couldn’t speak, and it could only recognize the family once they meet each other. Finding them was like finding a needle in a vast haystack. It wasn’t easy.
“Hui Xin, did Zhou Xinhong invite you here without any reward?”
Huang Mao was curious: “It should be easy for him to find someone.”
“If you rely on the strength of the Zhou family, you will inevitably fall into the dispute and confrontation between the Zhou family and the Secret Lotus Congregation, and it will be difficult to escape.”
Bai Gu’s face was still a little pale, as if he hadn’t had a good rest: “Hui Xin, are you aware that the purpose of the Zhou family’s holding the Stone Gambling Conference this time is to call together the powerhouses from all alliances?”
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Sure enough, Hui Xin revealed the internal reason they didn’t know: “The Zhou family invited Master to come because of Mr. Zhou’s illness.”
“Mr. Zhou? Zhou Jin?”
“He doesn’t look like a sick person!”
Wu Rong recalled the few times he met Zhou Jin, his body was balanced with Yin and Yang, and he really didn’t look like he was sick. He looked at Fu Qing, and the cold Taoist standing beside him said indifferently: “I didn’t pay attention.”
He had always been defiant, and when he was still in Yangjiaping, he didn’t pay attention to the people from the Fu family from Longhushan, let alone the purpose of the invitations that the Zhou family handed over to the Fu family. It was just that Wu Rong was coming to Jieyang, and Fu Qing would come if the invitation card could bring family and friends.
It was normal for a withdrawn personality like Fu Qing to always be the flower of Gaoling, but it was amazing that he had a good relationship with Wu Rong.
So what did Fu Qing have to do to get off in front of Chaozhou?
Wu Rong didn’t ask. In his opinion, this was Fu Qing’s private matter. But as soon as this question crossed his mind, Fu Qing seemed to feel something.
“Wanted order mission.”
Fu Qing took off his cloth bag and put it in Wu Rong’s hands. There seemed to be a bunch of metal pieces inside and there was a crisp collision sound during the movement: “There are a lot of bounties.”
The cloth bag didn’t look big, but it was so heavy in Wu Rong’s hand that the straps couldn’t even be tightened. A flash of silvery light shone through the gap.
“Damn it, Brother Fu, what you’ve accepted is the unwanted silver medal arrest warrant! ”
Huang Mao stared straight at the silver eyes, with a face full of disbelief: “Those are all strong men who have reached the top of the list!”
“A lot of money.”
Fu Qing said briefly, he looked at Wu Rong seriously, and said generously, “I bought a stone for you.”
Fu-daozhang was too calm no matter his expression or attitude, the understatement of his tone made people feel that, for him, buying this stone as a gift for a friend was a piece of cake.
Even Hui Xin and Su Xiaomi were only touched by the immortal friendship between Fu Qing and Wu Rong, and they didn’t feel anything wrong with it at all.
Huang Mao secretly met Bai Gu’s eyes, and the corners of his eyes almost twitched. Bai Gu seemed to be in a different state today, he was absent-minded all the time, and did not receive Huang Mao’s gaze.
Wu Rong remembered Fu Qing’s previous act of stuffing his bank card to him. In the past, he didn’t think much of it, he just thought that Fu-daozhang didn’t understand the world and was simple in dealing with things. But after what happened last night, Wu Rong felt that the relationship between himself and Fu Qing was a bit out of bounds, and he felt like he was taking advantage of him.
It’s time to draw a suitable boundary and return to the relationship of normal friends.
Just as Wu Rong was thinking, Fu Qing’s warm fingertips touched the back of his neck again. The blood lotus pattern quickly absorbed Yang Qi, and Fu Qing always supplied the Yang Qi on time, keeping it in its initial state. No matter how many times this occurred, Wu Rong was still not used to another’s breath being so close to him, nevertheless, the Yin Qi was more adaptable than him. As soon as the Yang Qi seeped into Wu Rong’s body through the blood lotus pattern, the Yin Qi couldn’t wait to coil up around it.
Like a cold-blooded animal basking in the sun, no one could resist this addictive warmth. Wu Rong couldn’t hide his satisfaction and slightly squinted his eyes. Just now, he wanted to draw a boundary, but he was distracted by the next topic.
“Mr. Zhou is indeed sick.”
Huang Mao, “Is it a superficial excuse that Zhou Jin is ill, but actually, it’s for the Secret Lotus Congregation?”
Answering this question, Hui Xin said: “This is a disease that originates from the body and soul. Master had seen the Daytime Empress, Mr. Zhou and his mother have the same disease.”
Singers come from a special physique, and the talent to suppress the riots of evil spirits was not common. This special physique was more common in the European Union, and most of its owners would enter various cathedrals for further studies. The Daytime Empress was of Asian-European mixed race, and Zhou Jin inherited the ‘devil’s singing voice’ from his mother.
“The classification of singers has been carefully recorded in the European Union, but it can be roughly divided into two types: ‘angel’s voice’ and ‘devil’s voice’.”
When the Daytime Empress was seriously ill, Master Kuchan was invited to heal her. Hui Xin was not born at that time, but when he talked about it, he didn’t talk vaguely and unfamiliarly.
“‘The power of angels comes from faith, and the power of devils comes from desire’. Most children born in the European Union will join the choirs of various parishes at the age of five. Group resonance is more conducive to the birth of faith. The ability ‘angel’s voice’ is initially not strong and it grows stronger with age and faith. But ‘Devil’s Voice’ is the opposite.”
Hui Xin said solemnly: “It is a very powerful physique. Once it shows its strength, it is at its peak. It becomes stronger and stronger as one grows older, but when all its owners are at the age of twenty-four, they will die. Therefore, twenty-four is also considered to be Satan’s favorite number, and singers with a ‘devil’s voice’ will degenerate into devils after death.”
“In half a month, Mr. Zhou will be twenty-four years old.”
Huang Mao was speechless: “There is still such a constitution? This, isn’t this a certain death? Is there really no cure?”
Hui Xin shook his head and pursed his lips. The little monk was taught very well by Master Kuchan. Although Zhou Jin was irrelevant to him, he couldn’t bear to let anyone die. Right now, he was shaking his head, which showed that this kind of physique was really difficult to handle.
“Zhou Jin’s soul is almost pure black now, and he will become a ghost after death.”
Hui Xin paused, and couldn’t bear it, sighing sadly: “The owner of the devil’s singing voice can use singing to appease ghosts in life, and they can also use their singing voice after death, but it will make ghosts become violent and stronger. One person could drive an army of a thousand ghosts. In the European Union, singers with a devil’s voice will drink holy water on the eve of their birthday and be killed in the church by a holy silver awl to confirm that the soul is purified.”
“This is too, too…”
Huang Mao was speechless, the devil’s singing voice was an incomparably terrifying force, letting go of it was basically equivalent to the birth of a new army of ghosts. But people with this physique could only live to be twenty-four years old, it’s very unfair to them.
“The Secret Lotus Congregation wants Zhou Jin’s soul?”
Bai Gu, who hadn’t spoken for a long time, had a slightly hoarse voice. He looked at Hui Xin: “Zhou Xinhong doesn’t intend to purify Zhou Jin’s soul?”
“Mr. Zhou is a good businessman.”
Whenever Zhou Xinhong was mentioned, Hui Xin’s tone was clearly disapproving. He still wouldn’t express his emotions and anger, yet a short evaluation would reveal a lot of emotion: “But he was not a good husband, nor is he a qualified father.”
It had been a long time since the supernatural recovery, some people were still alive, but they were becoming more and more like ghosts.
“It’s all like this… Zhou Xinhong still has the mind to let the King of Heaven’s Zhou hold a concert?”
Huang Mao rattled the tickets in his hand, the time was exactly tonight. Not all the people who went to the Stone Gambling Conference today got this ticket, and it is estimated that only the eight people specially invited by Zhou Xinhong got it. Huang Mao and the others’ tickets were all thanks to Wu Rong.
“Go and listen, the concert of an A-level singer will benefit everyone below the ghost king level.”
It was estimated that it would become the last song of the King of Heaven’s Zhou.
Wu Rong was not interested in Zhou Jin’s life, but the fact that he would become a ghost after death caught his attention.
Wu Rong thought of himself. Could it be that he has some special physique waiting to be discovered?
But Zhou Jin was able to sing to appease ghosts when he was alive, and Wu Rong seemed to have no other unique skills except for being very Yin. In fact, having pure and strong Yin Qi was also an extremely powerful talent that ordinary people cannot match, but Wu Rong faintly felt that he still had greater potential and needed fierce fighting to dig it out.
Ding ling~
Wu Rong received a message from the Witchologist about the Secret Lotus Congregation, a very long document. Moreover, the key points were marked with pens of different colors, and the entries were carefully listed, which was more detailed than Xueba‘s notes. It had only been two or three hours since the conversation and the efficiency of the Witchologist really surprised Wu Rong.
He got up and went back to the bedroom, followed by Fu Qing. Huang Mao was so hungry that he ordered enough takeaway for several people. Putting down the phone, he leaned over to Bai Gu, a little worried: “Cousin, is it the influence of the red lotus pattern? You don’t look well today.”
“You’re not sick, are you?”
“No.”
Bai Gu reluctantly hooked the upper corner of his mouth and shook his head. He didn’t expect that even Huang Mao would notice his absent-minded state. His current state was indeed influenced by the red lotus pattern, but he was more frightened by his own deduction.
From last night until now, Bai Gu had been thinking about who that mysterious person was.
A righteous person, reborn, raising a spirit dog, whose strength could delay Fu Qing in Jieyang’s boundary.
Up till now, he vaguely had a target, but that character made Bai Gu extremely dumbfounded, and he broke out into a cold sweat!
Editor: Cloud Chip Cake
thanks Grim!
By the way, how is that spirit dog doing now?!
Thank you for the chapter.
Thank you for the update ❤️💯
I can’t help but like Bai Gu ❤️ also, maybe our daoist grandmaster could become a new entry in the “who can help Bai Gu with his lotus problem” contest?
I particularly ship Master Ling Yun with Coffin Old Man 🙈
Bai Gu has too much brainpower to get together with Ling Yun (who’s also an overthinker) they’ll overthink to death together XD
You do have a point. Huang Mao will also probably balance Bai Gu’s brain power…
BG and LY are one of the few characters that are intelligent and actually connect the dots. Like usually it takes soooo long for characters to realize smth like this.
This time although not obvious if you think about it carefully the clues are matching up….
Well that is sad, to be killed at age 24.
Damn, Bai Gu!! This guy always finds the right answer, as long as it’s not about Wu Rong (but we’ll excuse that since he’s under the impression that this Wu Rong is the Ghost King Wu Rong he knew~ 🤭😂 Bai Gu ah, Bai Gu~ this guy turns even the most tense situation into a comedy with his thoughts~ 🤣