Hui Xin’s Dharma debate had spread throughout the streets and alleys of Jieyang, and it seemed to have become the second hottest event after the Stone Gambling Conference. At present, there were three things that were most admired by the ghost raisers in the Asian League—the Daoist Grand Music Ceremony, Dharma debates and concerts. Adding in the foreign alliances there were also church masses and so on.
People who raise ghosts will suffer from backlash. Although the rewards for doing tasks were generous, you’d have to risk your life to make money. In addition to doing tasks, essentially all the rich ghost raisers go to temples and Taoist concerts in various places. Hearing that it was Hui Xin who was going to discuss Dharma in person, the ghost raisers gathered in Jieyang were overjoyed.
They didn’t care about the Zhou family’s battle with the Secret Lotus Congregation, Hui Xin was the only direct disciple of Master Kuchan, and it was said that Master Ling Yun would also be there. Both Master Lingyun and Master Kuchan were big figures rarely seen in life. Although Hui Xin was young, he had already achieved an Arhat Dharma body. They would definitely benefit a lot from listening to his lectures on Buddhism.
This was the first time that the Secret Lotus Congregation and the Zhou family have competed head-on since the Stone Gambling Conference was held. Fei Chen and several of his monks will be present, and Zhou Xinhong will also bring his specially invited masters. The competition between Hui Xin and the staff-making monk was only the first round, and there would likely be various competitions later on.
This was a good opportunity for Wu Rong who wanted to sneak into Zhou Xinhong’s study. The Seven Treasures Buddhist Hall was personally supervised by Dharma King Fei five years ago, and it was specially used for comparison among the people inside the ceremony. That was the site of the Secret Lotus Congregation. When Zhou Xinhong got there, even if he noticed something strange in the study, he would not be able to return immediately. Even so, there was not much time left for Wu Rong.
First of all, he had to find a way to find an excuse not to go to the Seven Treasures Buddhist Hall, so as not to arouse Zhou Xinhong’s suspicion.
Jieyang had been cloudy and rainy for the past two days. The rain was dense but not heavy. The continuous drizzle had covered the whole city with a layer of white mist. On rainy days, the flow of people on the street was also much less. Workers could be seen decorating with four colored ribbons on the light poles on both sides of the road, and hanging a red flag with nine stars of different colors on it.
“There’s still one month left until Heroes’ Memorial Day.”
Master Ling Yun was sitting by the window, overlooking the busy street below, with a slightly mixed tone of emotion.
The four color bands represent the four alliances of Asia, Europe, America and Africa respectively. Red is the representative color of the entire Chinese safety zone in the Asian Federation. The nine stars above represent the heroes who died in the world. One month later, it would be the time when they assembled and set off to the Seven Great Tiankengs under the leadership of Fu Qingnan. After the seven Tiankengs were sealed and human beings gradually gained a foothold, the World Federation designated the day when the heroes set off as the Heroes’ Memorial Day.
It is a day of remembrance and a day of rebirth for humans once on the brink of despair. People in various federations have been taught to respect the heroes of humanity since childhood, and not to forget the painful history. Every year, one month before the anniversary, there would be various arrangements in the major security areas. Students and office workers would have a holiday, and masses or pujas would be held in various places. This day was basically equal in importance to New Years and Christmas.
Master Ling Yun remembered that on Memorial Day, Longhu Mountain hosts a water and land dojo for 49 days to pay tribute to Fu Qingnan and the heavenly masters who were sacrificed in that war. He presided over the part of commemorating Fu Qingnan every time. ——The talents of the Fu family had withered, and according to the seniority, Ling Yun was the oldest one. Only he was qualified to host the ceremony in memory of Fu Qingnan.
Until three years later.
“Wuu~”
“A-Bao.”
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That’s why Ling Yun always had a smile on his face afterwards, not because he was naive and didn’t like to compare himself with others, but because he clearly knew that he was completely unworthy to be compared with Fu Qingnan, and if he compared too much, his life would be shortened. After coming to Jieyang this time, Ling Yun took many hexagrams, and even used painstaking efforts to activate the Yin and Yang eight trigrams a few times. But even now he still had some ominous premonition in his heart.
This time he went down the mountain three years earlier than in his previous life, and he naturally discovered many signs that he hadn’t noticed before. Master Ling Yun wanted to try to prevent the eruption of the Seven Tiankengs three years later after his rebirth. It was an extremely cruel disaster that killed tens of millions of human beings and wiped out countless safe areas. But now Ling Yun discovered that many things were actually predestined by God, and the seemingly peaceful soil was already densely covered with the roots of disaster.
Disasters never come suddenly and many things are omens. Master Ling Yun was struck by lightning countless times and was almost killed. He tried his best to convey the news euphemistically, as a result, he found that the federal leadership may not have been completely unaware, but they could not stop it and could only do their best to make more people stronger and prepare for this disaster.
This was more like nature’s law, and manpower could not stop it. Ling Yun’s power had become insignificant before this. He could only try his best to do what he can, such as designing the spirit dog moon worship talisman in advance, and spreading it to all parts of the Asian League through the influence of the Yun family.
But thinking of Wu Rong, Master Ling Yun felt more at ease.
It’s very strange, obviously both Master Ling Yun and the Coffin Old Man were stronger than the current Wu Rong, and their statuses were also higher. Obviously the current Wu Rong was not the ghost king, nor did he have that much power, but they would still spontaneously gather around Wu Rong. Bai Gu never followed Wu Rong in his previous life, so his thinking was limited. The subordinates who were truly recognized by Wu Rong would return to Wu Rong’s side no matter how different their status was after rebirth.
This was not the restriction of the soul contract. Wu Rong had a kind of power, or special charisma.
It’s like there was nothing to be afraid of with him around, whether it was a doomed disaster or something else. That’s why a bandaged man like the Coffin Old Man, who only relies on instinct to think and doesn’t care about anything, would return to Wu Rong as soon as possible in the form of a crow, even if his main body wasn’t there.
The Ghost Country is one entity.
They are a whole, and Wu Rong brings them together.
“Oh, old man, I’m almost there, why haven’t you set off yet?”
A dark bandage wrapped around him, with a mysterious voice: “You don’t want to be unscrupulous after winning the king’s favor, just wait and see, I will definitely win the king’s maiden heart today!”
“The king is a man, so the word “maiden heart” cannot be used.”
Master Ling Yun came down from the window sill slowly, spent half an hour getting his clothes and hair done, then spent another half an hour straightening his hair, wiping the blue steel sword, and finally went out with an umbrella.
During this process, he endured the chattering of the little bandage all the way, and as the magic voice pierced through his ears, he listened patiently to his words from “The world of flowers is charming, don’t be embarrassed if you don’t have the skills!” to “I’m here, I’ll see you soon King!” and then “Why hasn’t the king come, damn it, the king won’t come with you!” Master Ling Yun was very good at nourishing Qi, and by the time he reached the Buddhist Hall, the small bandages had changed from heartbroken to weak and it could only howl, before Master Ling Yun smiled and said:
“The king isn’t coming today.”
Bandaged Man: ? ! ? !
Before he started a new round of howling, Master Ling Yun said first: “Give me a good performance tonight, the king is going to deal with the matter you found out.”
The Coffin Old Man acted as Fei Chen very diligently, and now he had completely controlled the Blue Lotus Department of the Secret Lotus Congregation, so he naturally knew many secrets. Including the ‘big shots’ sent from the Red Lotus Department and the Secret Lotus Congregation.
“You let the king go alone?!!”
The Coffin Old Man went crazy: “You also know what it is – so dangerous, how can you not follow the king?!”
The little bandage twisted crazily, wishing it could turn into a violent storm and give Ling Yun a hard blow. The two talked through their heart communication, and Master Ling Yun’s scalp was numb from his yelling, but his voice was still unhurried: “It’s that thing, so I can only let the king go.”
“If you and I get involved, maybe something abnormal will happen.”
The Coffin Old Man’s rage was not suppressed by his two sentences, “You you you” for a long time, and finally said angrily: “The king has not recovered his full strength yet, what if something happens!”
“That’s why I said, you should act well today.”
Handing over the umbrella to an attendant at the entrance of the Buddhist hall. Master Ling Yun walked into this huge and magnificent building dotted with Tibetan Buddhist decorations everywhere with a faint smile. After walking a few steps, he met a beautiful and charming woman in red gauze in the corridor.
“Grandmaster Ling Yun is indeed very heroic, Hong Chen has long admired his name.”
Hong Chen, the Great Dharma Queen of the Secret Lotus Congregation’s Red Lotus Department, had arrived. She was a beautiful woman who could make people daydream about her every time she smiled. Women like her who practice double cultivation and combined cultivation liked to harm heavenly masters and monks the most. Usually, if they meet someone of Ling Yun’s level, their eyeballs will stick to them. But now Hong Chen just cast a wink at Ling Yun, and then all her attention was on the person she was holding, leaning over like a water snake, weak and boneless.
“My lord, that Fei Chen is very bad, he stole my favorite woman’s skin. You have to take responsibility for me~”
The man she called lord was wearing a black robe and was extremely tall, with a pale smiling mask covering his face. He ignored Hong Chen’s beauty and looked at Master Ling Yun with his hands behind his back. At their level of strength, Hong Chen and the others were no different from ordinary people, they were all like dust that would disappear with a single dusting. Only the strong could get his attention.
This powerhouse from the topmost Hell of the Secret Lotus Congregation was as imposing as the sea, with a strong and pungent smell of blood permeating his body, and extraordinary strength. If it was the previous life’s Master Ling Yun who lived on the mountain his whole life, it’s certain that he would suffer a bit. But now Ling Yun had 20 years of combat experience from his previous life, so he was not afraid at all. He just put on a cold and indifferent face that he learned from Fu Qing, “I am noble, you are not worthy”, and passed by as if there was no one else.
Tonight, the Secret Lotus Congregation, the Zhou family, and everyone’s eyes were focused on this place. So he asked the Coffin Old Man to perform well. As long as this group of people was dragged into the Seven Treasures Buddhist Hall, it would be the greatest help to Wu Rong.
Hong Chen, who was ignored, still had a smile on her face, and her red lips curled up into a charming arc. The venerable lord moved the corner of his robe slightly, as if he wanted to go in the direction of Ling Yun. But at the next moment, he suddenly turned his head and looked towards the entrance. Master Ling Yun also moved in the same direction. Before the figure arrived, the heat had already rushed towards their faces. The fine rain had not yet fallen to the ground before it evaporated, and the visitor did not have an umbrella, but there were no rain marks on his body.
He was wearing a black T-shirt and trousers, with a long ponytail and a red mahogany sword on his back. It was obviously a contradictory and disharmonious outfit, but no one paid attention to it. Everyone was attracted by his handsome eyebrows and his ink painting-like eyes, with his astonishing aura like a sharp sword being drawn. Watching him approach step by step, the fiery power almost set the wooden temple on fire.
Why is Fu Qing here?!
Master Ling Yun’s pupils trembled, shouldn’t he have gone to Zhou’s house with Wu Rong??? Why is he also here in the Seven Treasures Buddhist Hall?
Who on earth provoked him? Why did this posture look like someone who ate chili peppers?!
Seeing Fu Qing’s golden-red pupils glowing faintly, Master Ling Yun’s heart was filled with tears.
Fu Qing’s posture didn’t look like he was here to help the Zhou family, but rather, that he’s here to find fault in the hall. ‘Let’s kick the Secret Lotus Congregation and the Zhou family together!’ Why did Wu Rong let this killing god come over? Master Ling Yun was completely unprepared! Before he had time to think about it, he put on a smiling face and took the initiative to greet Fu Qing, praying that Wu Rong’s side could finish the job quickly and smoothly.
With Fu Qing around, if something happened to him, he may not be able to hold him back!
“Ahh choo!”
Wu Rong sneezed, Huang Mao and others who were discussing in the blood contract connection thought they had discovered something, and suddenly fell silent.
“The human-faced spider is outside Zhou Xinhong’s study.”
Editor: Cloud Chip Cake
hahahah cute! Master Ling Yun has too much trauma 🤣!Killing God hahahaha
Thank you for the update ❤️💯
The reason Fu Qing is at the Seven Treasures Buddhist Hall is likely because Wu Rong also doesn’t want Fu Wing’s unpredictableness to mess up his own plans. So Fu Qing got passed off to Master Ling Yun to deal with. Fu Qing is a hot potato. 🥔
Fu Qing is a very Hot Potato.
Where did the “chiiirp” come from??? The poor little weasel wasn’t even mentioned in this chapter 😭
You know, I really want to know more about this 9 heroes. Preferably at other time than when the narrative need (us to know) them.