Chapter 296
The bald monk’s eyes widened in anger, and he swung his censer staff fiercely towards the old temple’s main gate. A distinct and powerful True Qi was then unleashed. The True Qi was golden in color, exuding a sacred and solemn aura, characteristic of Wuwang Temple’s cultivation techniques. The True Qi surged forward, smashing forcefully against the gate. The seemingly ancient and weathered main gate could not withstand the fierce blow and vanished into thin air in an instant.
Without hesitation, the bald monk flickered his figure and strode into the temple. However, when he steadied himself and got a clear look at the scene inside, veins bulged on his shiny bald head, and his eyes seemed to spew fire. Within the grand and imposing main hall, over a dozen tall and mighty Buddha statues were enshrined, each carved with lifelike detail, their craftsmanship near perfect. Even the most skilled artisans in the world would likely feel inferior.
If it were only this, the bald monk would not have been so enraged. The fundamental reason was that the Buddha statues, which should have been solemnly dignified, were now deliberately posed in extremely licentious positions. Like the fallen women in brothels, they were provocatively exposed, naked, with expressions feigning charm, which was utterly sickening. Furthermore, most of the Buddha statues were paired up, in intimate embraces. Such a scene would surely enrage any monk, let alone these statues being of his own temple’s esteemed elders.
The bald monk was clearly stimulated to the extreme by the scene before his eyes, losing all reason. With red eyes, his True Qi surged, his monk’s robe fluttered without wind, and he rapidly chanted incantations. In the next moment, a gigantic golden palm print appeared before him, carrying a terrifying might, aimed at the offensive Buddha statues. The palm print flew halfway into the air but was easily blocked by a figure in red.
She was an incredibly beautiful girl wearing a sheer red dress. She lightly touched her lips with a delicate hand, a smile on her face. “What’s wrong, little monk Jingchen? These Buddha statues are all from your Wuwang Temple. I kindly brought them for you, and yet you not only refuse to bow sincerely but also want to betray your ancestors?” The woman’s voice was melodious and pleasant, possessing a soul-stirring magic from the moment she spoke. Fortunately, Jingchen was no novice and was not easily swayed. Seeing the main culprit appear, he wasted no words and immediately unleashed his pre-prepared countermeasure. His display of losing control was merely a ruse to draw out the vixen.
His twelve-ring censer staff then shone brightly, emitting crisp clanging sounds, and Jingchen hurled it out. The staff was incredibly fast, shimmering like gold, and instantly appeared before the girl in red. The momentum of this attack was not significant, far from the golden palm print Jingchen had unleashed earlier. However, the girl in red’s expression turned solemn. Her gaze sharpened, and with nimble agility, she made several hops backward, attempting to evade the censer staff. But the staff seemed determined to pursue her, changing direction several times.
Even the vast hall couldn’t withstand the girl’s frantic escape. In less than three breaths, the staff, carrying immense power, cornered her against the wall. Seeing this, Jingchen couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, a hint of joy appearing on his face. He couldn’t help but jump up, excited, and shout, “Damn vixen, I’ll see you…?!” His voice abruptly stopped. Although the girl in red was struck by the censer staff and her body turned into fragments, the Buddha statues, the hall, and the old temple before him had not disappeared. They hadn’t even trembled.
Jingchen’s excited expression froze. His eyelids twitched, and he inwardly cursed, “Not good.” Almost instinctively, relying on years of experience fighting demons and heretics, he quickly rolled to his side. As expected, in the next moment, a cold, gleaming long sword materialized out of thin air where he had previously stood. The long sword was clear like water, with an inscription running through its body. At the hilt was a delicate and soft small hand, the blue veins on the back of its skin clearly visible.
Upon seeing this, Jingchen felt a chill run down his spine and his legs trembled, but he quickly steadied himself. Knowing that losing one’s momentum in a fight was disastrous, he continued with a cold laugh, “Heh heh, you treacherous villain, how could such trivial tricks deceive me?!” Despite maintaining a brave front, Jingchen felt his scalp tingle. If he had hesitated even for a moment, that long sword would likely have pierced him through.
Seeing her ploy fail, the girl in red didn’t seem angry. She calmly retrieved her sword and chuckled softly. Her smile carried a natural charm, incredibly alluring. She pouted prettily, evoking pity. “You monks are so unreasonable. You attacked me first, trying to sneak attack me, and now you’re calling me treacherous.” The girl had a beautiful figure, and when she spoke with that pitiful tone, anyone would be moved. Even Jingchen, a disciple of Wuwang Temple known for his pure heart, felt dizzy. He had to admit that the vixen’s natural allure was truly hard to resist.
At this moment, the twin-wheeled twelve-ring censer staff from the corner flew back. It stopped beside Jingchen with a clang. Jingchen shuddered, and his consciousness gradually cleared. His face was filled with horror as he blurted out, “You damned vixen of the Joyful Union Sect! If not for the treasure of my Wuwang Temple, I would have almost fallen for your scheme!” As soon as he finished speaking, the girl in red frowned. Her expression turned cold. “I’ve told you many times, you should call it the Great Heaven and Earth Yin-Yang Harmony Sect!” The girl in the red dress finished speaking and was about to continue when she suddenly seemed to sense something and turned to look outside the hall. Her expression shifted, and she completely ignored the bald monk, her figure light as she ran towards the hall’s exit. Jingchen was stunned, and the Patriarch’s relic he had planned to use was put back into his pocket. “I was about to call for backup, and you just ran?!”
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At this time, not far from the old temple, two small figures were walking slowly. Chen An looked up at the sky and, seeing that it was already getting dim, turned to say, “Sister, let’s find a place to rest.” Mu Sanniang nodded. All the way, Chen An had been making arrangements, and she had never had any objections. Sometimes, if they were lucky, they would encounter a resting pavilion, and they would spend the night there. But if they were unlucky, they could only make do with sleeping under a tree.
After walking for a while longer, just as Chen An was wondering if they would have to sleep outside again tonight, he suddenly spotted the faint silhouette of a building ahead. He paused, took a closer look, and then subconsciously wondered, “What kind of person builds a temple right beside the road?” Mu Sanniang heard him and looked in the direction he was pointing. “Should we go over?” she asked. Chen An first nodded, then shook his head. Mu Sanniang looked at him in confusion. Chen An frowned, “No, this temple looks a bit strange. Let’s just find a tree nearby and make do for now. We can see if we want to go over tomorrow during the day.” “We can always take a detour.” Mu Sanniang said “oh” and left it all up to him.
But fate seemed to be against their wishes. A figure in a deep red hue suddenly charged towards Chen An. The boy’s pupils widened slightly. He heard a surprised female voice. “It really is the Spiritual Charm Dao Body!” (End of chapter)
