Chapter 0.118 Half-Buddha of Lotus Birth (Happy New Year’s Eve!)
In this world, Qin Gou wouldn’t mind anyone calling Gu Feiyan ‘sister,’ not even when A’yuan intentionally teased her.
However, when Mu Tangchun suddenly did something like this, Old Qin’s scalp would instantly go numb… because only she was serious!
The reason why this scoundrel girl dared to become so arrogant today was clearly because she was certain that he would be too embarrassed to tell Little Yan the truth.
“What are you talking about, Little Qin? If this young lady wasn’t clever, would I have been able to proactively contact you through my dream soul-spirit and dream-serving ability as soon as I got the news to confirm your safety? This time, you even specifically sent A’yuan away…” Gu Feiyan glanced at Qin Yuan and said, “You don’t know, A’yuan has been trying every possible way to open the secret realm entrance these past few days. She’s been very worried about you.”
Hearing this, Qin Gou’s gentle gaze comforted her, “Sorry A’yuan, your father promises there won’t be a next time.”
“I hope so!” Qin Yuan snorted. After three seconds of being tough, she quickly walked over to Old Qin, her eyes slightly moist, and said softly, “It’s good that you’re okay.”
Qin Gou immediately reached out and gently stroked A’yuan’s soft green hair. Qin Yuan’s little face was filled with comfort, her eyes slightly narrowed as she carefully and secretly checked Qin Gou’s spiritual power to see if he was truly as safe and sound as he appeared.
“Actually, Chun’er was very worried too!” Tang Ni Zi quickly said.
“I know.”
“That’s good.” After speaking, Mu Tangchun also leaned in, gently lowering her little head, as if waiting for something.
“What are you doing?”
“Treating everyone equally!” Mu Tangchun’s face fell with disappointment, and she said indignantly, “Why aren’t you petting me?”
“Cough.”
Qin Gou glared at the little vinegar jar with exasperation and gave a dry laugh, “I just won’t!”
“Why?”
“Just because.”
“Why is Little Qin being so mischievous to Chun’er?” Gu Feiyan pursed her lips and smiled, habitually defending her own.
Although Qin Yuan and Mu Tangchun were actually a few years older than her, their adoptive mother, and… the pitiable Little Yan didn’t know that her father, Gu Jinghong, had even been playfully nicknamed ‘Little Hong Hong’ by the Abbess of Taiping Tower.
Qin Gou gritted his teeth in frustration, “Because I treat her like my own daughter!”
“Isn’t that a fact?” Gu Feiyan was completely confused.
“But someone just doesn’t think so and insists on being naughty!” Qin Gou wanted to cry but had no tears.
“Who?”
“Of course it’s Uncle Stone Spirit! He’s always been the best at provoking Daddy!” Mu Tangchun instantly imitated, blurting it out.
“Is it that stone head? I haven’t seen it in a long time.” Gu Feiyan smiled and there was a hint of nostalgia in her tone.
Old Qin’s mouth twitched fiercely in anger. Just as he was about to pinch the little face of this rogue Tang Ni Zi to teach her a lesson, he suddenly felt an extremely violent and fierce aura spreading out.
This imposing aura, unreserved, caused a change in the expressions of everyone present.
“This spiritual power… must belong to Tang Simin!” Zhao Xinting suddenly spoke up and unhesitatingly moved to find her.
Everyone followed.
Qin Gou looked perplexed and asked, “Xinting, you say this is the aura of the Abbess of Fusheng Nunn? That’s not right. Chan Master Miaoyin Tang Simin’s spiritual power has always been as gentle and soft as the warm spring sun in April, but the aura I sense now is filled with violent ferocity, clearly not the work of a benevolent being.”
“Master, it’s the Half-Buddha of Lotus Birth!” Zhao Xinting frowned tightly, her eyes growing cold. “The Saint Aunt would absolutely not summon her Natal Dharma Aspect unless absolutely necessary. When she uses it, her personality will change drastically. The Saint Aunt has repeatedly instructed me that if I am present, I must do everything in my power to stop her from doing something she will deeply regret in a state of losing control.”
“No wonder Chan Master Miaoyin’s Natal Spirit Tool, which is clearly meant for support and to bless others, can always maintain a position on the Saint Immortal Ranking. It turns out she has never unleashed her full power in front of me before.”
Soon, Qin Gou and the others, who had rushed over, witnessed the incredibly bizarre and attention-grabbing Dharma Image with their own eyes.
The dignified and radiant golden lotus of Buddhism overflowed with warm, comforting, and soft power. However, on this golden lotus throne, there was not a Buddha with a kind or angry face, but rather, as if occupying a magpie’s nest and blaspheming the sacred, sat a Rakshasa demoness with an evil smile and a bewitching demeanor.
This female Dharma Image had skin like solidified fat and a beauty that rivaled the heavens, yet she was filled with an evil aura. A pair of pitch-black demonic horns adorned her head, and she toyed with a sinister, withered bone in her hand as if it were prayer beads.
The tattered dress on her charming and plump body, except for the most sensitive parts, exposed large swathes of snow-white skin. Coupled with her extremely provocative and alluring smile, it seemed to contain an invisible, fatal charm and boundless demonic power, causing one’s heart to tremble and one’s Dao heart to fall into chaos with just a single glance.
Beneath this strange Dharma Image, which was a fusion of Buddha and demon, were Tang Simin and Yan Qiaoyun, as well as a large number of unfamiliar cultivators of unknown origin.
However, at this moment, Tang Simin’s own appearance and demeanor had also undergone some astonishing changes.
Her ethereal, smoke-like long hair cascaded to her hips, moving without wind. Her originally gentle and warm, dark eyes were now tinged with a bloody red hue, sharp as a knife.
The fingernails on her slender, white hands had also become very long and sharp, encircled by wisps of strange black energy, transforming them into extremely deadly weapons.
Anyone with discerning eyes would immediately know that this was no simple case of white nail fungus!
“Saint Aunt, calm down!” Zhao Xinting stepped forward, instantly appearing beside Tang Simin and said to persuade her.
“Calm down? Xin’er, you’re telling me to calm down?”
Tang Simin suddenly looked at Zhao Xinting, her voice icy cold. “These scumbags figured out Qiao’er’s identity as one of the seventy-two ancient tribes of the Abyssal Race. They didn’t care that Qiao’er had never done evil, or even that she was half-human, half-demon, and directly attacked her, intending to take Qiao’er’s head to claim a reward! If it weren’t for this nun stepping in promptly, Qiao’er would probably have been beheaded!”
Upon these words.
All living beings present felt their hearts involuntarily clench. The wild animals in the forest, most sensitive to the great terror between life and death, instantly fled in panic, creating a magnificent spectacle of birds leaving their nests in droves.
“So that’s how it is.”
Zhao Xinting suddenly withdrew all her smiles, her pupils revealing an extraordinary chilling coldness. With a wave of her hand, she summoned a somewhat unremarkable, dark gray ring.
The Natal Spirit Tool of the generation’s demonic fiend, the Purple Extreme Demon… the ‘Listening Ring,’ which makes nothing submit!
Zhao Xinting let out an angry roar, cold and merciless, “Saint Aunt, you retreat. All these trash will be dealt with by this seat. You can slowly help them transcend their souls afterward.”
Tang Simin, known as the Living Buddha of Hanzhou and the Abbess of Fusheng Nunn who saves all living beings, appeared even more frenzied at this moment. Her beautiful face was filled with a demonic smile revealing murderous intent. She said wildly, “Transcend? Transcending them is the job of the old Buddha! My supreme merit is to send them all to see the Buddha!”
“This nun will definitely unleash a slaughter today!”
Zhao and Tang simultaneously charged into the enemy ranks. At the same moment, Qin Gou appeared beside Yan Qiaoyun, quickly covering the young Qiao’er’s eyes. He looked at the two alluring and bewitching figures before him and the scene of blood filling the sky, and couldn’t help but feel deeply emotional.
“I was truly wrong before! I was always afraid that Xinting would mess around and delay the cultivation of a generation’s Living Buddha… Looking back now, these two are a match made in heaven!”
As he spoke, Qin Gou seemed to remember something again, slapped his forehead, and bitterly laughed.
“Since I left the mountain, why is it that there isn’t a single person around me who isn’t a troublemaker!”
