Purge, purge fire?
Hearing this, everyone present was stunned, and then looked at Xu Que with strange eyes.
Were all Buddhist disciples so open-minded now?
He dared to utter such vicious words in public!
Even Fahui, who was next to him, hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to meet the eyes of the crowd, and madly chanted the name of Buddha in his heart.
"Amitabha... Buddha, forgive this little monk, this little monk is thinking for the sake of Buddhism..."
Xu Que's words were too unrestrained, and a pure little monk like Fahui could not bear it at all.
On the contrary, Xu Que was serious and said confidently, "That's right, this poor monk needs to purge fire. Only after purging fire will I have the strength to continue supporting the Buddhist light."
Everyone looked at each other, and for a moment, they did not know who to push to be the one to purge fire.
If Xu Que was a woman, it wouldn't be a big deal. But they were all men …
Murong Yunhai swept his gaze over the female cultivators next to him and asked tentatively, "The fairies of Furong Palace, why don't you sacrifice a bit..."
Furong Palace was one of the few sects in the Celestial Cloud Continent that were all female cultivators.
Not only were they beautiful, but they also had enchanting figures, attracting countless cultivators to flock to them.
Although Furong Palace was only a medium-sized sect, in terms of popularity, it was ranked at the top of the Celestial Cloud Continent.
The Hibiscus Palace cultivators who came this time were also pretty and had good figures.
At this time, when Murong Yunhai looked at them, the expressions of the female cultivators suddenly changed, and they said angrily, "Murong Yunhai! What do you mean? Don't tell me you want us sisters to serve a monk? "
"No... this is also for everyone's safety."
"Don't even think about it! Be careful that I go to my Palace Lord to complain! "
Murong Yunhai suddenly seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he laughed dryly and retreated.
When everyone saw Murong Yunhai's reaction, they instantly thought of that rumor, and their expressions became strange.
Xu Que asked curiously, "Why do you all look like this whenever we talk about Furong Palace?"
A cultivator looked around and whispered: "Grandmaster Tang, you don't know this, but it is said that the Palace Lord of Hibiscus Palace once had an unspeakable relationship with an Immortal Emperor. Although no one dared to confirm it, everyone took this rumor seriously."
Xu Que immediately understood. In that case, Murong Yunhai might have to address Palace Mistress Furong as Mistress. No wonder he was so cowardly.
"Everyone, don't panic. This Penniless Monk doesn't mean what you understand." Xu Que's brows were tightly furrowed as he put on an exhausted appearance. "This poor monk needs a fellow Daoist to step forward bravely and allow this poor monk to guide the evil aura in my body into that person's body. Then, this poor monk's junior brother, Fahui, will disperse the evil aura for that person."
As he said this, he stared at Chen Mo from the Desire Demon Sect.
Chen Mo's hair stood on end from his stare and a bad feeling welled up in his heart. "Fuck, why are you staring at me?"
Xu Que sighed and said in a low voice: "This poor monk heard that fellow Daoist is from the Desire Demon Sect. This kind of evil aura can easily arouse the demonic thoughts in a person's heart. Ordinary cultivators are unable to withstand it, but this poor monk knows that the cultivation method of the Desire Demon Sect is different from that of ordinary cultivators. They have a higher tolerance for evil aura, so this poor monk believes that only fellow Daoist can bear this heavy responsibility."
He had asked Fahui about this just now. The Desire Demon Sect also cultivated to comprehend the Grand Dao, but they adhered to the principle of following one's heart.
Most cultivators cultivated to restrain themselves, but the Desire Demon Sect did as they pleased, so their cultivation method was a bit strange. To put it nicely, it was called following one's heart, but to put it bluntly, it was called a mental illness.
After hearing this, Xu Que thought to himself, "Great, I'll treat your illness today."
How dare you have designs on my woman. If I don't teach you a lesson today, I, Xu Que, will write my name backwards!
"Fellow Daoist Chen Mo, Fellow Daoist Tang Xuanzang is right, your sect's cultivation method is indeed different." Murong Yunhai walked over with a gloomy face and said in a low voice.
He actually suspected that Tang Xuanzang was taking revenge, but Chen Mo was indeed a bit annoying. Now that he needed Tang Xuanzang's help, it wasn't a big deal.
"Since fellow Daoist is so reluctant, then this poor monk will not force it." Xu Que shook his head and said with a sorrowful expression, "It seems that we are all going to die here today. I hope that everyone in the underworld won't blame this poor monk for not being able to save you. My heart is willing, but my strength is insufficient!"
Hearing Xu Que's words, everyone became anxious.
"Isn't it just asking for your help? Do you have to be so hesitant?"
"What bullsh * t Desire Demon Sect is this? It's just like a coward!"
"If it weren't for the fact that I'm not qualified, you wouldn't even have a chance!"
"Bullsh * t Desire Demon Sect, I'll destroy it when I get back!"
Xu Que spoke again, "But if you die here, your soul will be tortured for billions of years."
Facing the crowd's condemnation, Chen Mo's expression became uglier and uglier.
Damn it, this damned monk is clearly messing with me!
But now that everyone was on his side, it was difficult for him to fight against so many people. If he insisted on not accepting, he was afraid that the people around him would immediately attack him.
After weighing the pros and cons, Chen Mo gritted his teeth and agreed, "Monk, if you have any method, just use it."
"Thank you, fellow Daoist. We will remember your kindness." Xu Que smiled gratefully. "Although this method requires a handsome face, which fellow Daoist is still a bit lacking, it will do."
"You …" The corner of Chen Mo's mouth twitched. He clenched his fists tightly, his heart filled with anger.
Just you wait, if your bullsh * t method doesn't work later, I'll teach you a lesson today!
"Hurry up and start!" Chen Mo glared fiercely at Xu Que, his eyes widened, and he gnashed his teeth.
Xu Que put his palms together and said, "Amitabha, then this poor monk will start now."
He closed his eyes and concentrated, a wisp of Immortal Core gushing out from between his fingers. Then, he forcibly mobilized a wisp of Demon Qi from his body and attacked Chen Mo.
"Go!"
Everyone was shocked. They all felt the tyrannical aura of this wisp of Demon Qi.
"Junior Brother, hurry up and use your secret method to dispel Demon Qi!" Xu Que shouted.
Fahui was confused. What method to dispel Demon Qi?
He didn't know how to do it!
"Oh no, I forgot that Junior Brother hasn't learned it yet!" Xu Que exclaimed.
Chen Mo was dumbfounded. He felt the Demon Qi wreaking havoc in his body and cursed, "Damn it, damned monk, are you playing with me?"
Xu Que let out a long sigh and put his palms together. "Looks like this poor monk will have to use this crippled body to dispel Demon Qi for Almsgiver!"
Bam!
After saying that, he took a deep breath, raised his fist, and punched Chen Mo's face.
"Ha! Today, this poor monk will vanquish demons and purge the world! "
With that, Xu Que brandished his fists, punching and kicking Chen Mo.
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(End of this chapter)
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