After entering the Western Region, one could smell the different Qi in the air. This place could be considered as the kingdom of Buddhism, although there were many other forces in this place. Moreover, there were the true devil race at the edge of the Western Region. Buddhism was the natural enemy of the devil race. The main reason why Buddhism declined in the past was because of the war with the devil race. Of course, the devil race had also declined.
* Dong Dong … *
The melodious sound of a bell could be heard as soon as one arrived at the Western Region. It was the sound of the Great Thunderclap Monk. Just listening to it could make one feel relaxed and happy. It was a pure land of Buddhism that had existed for a very long time. There were killings in this place, but it had been cleansed by the Buddha Light. The air was very clean.
However, after entering the Western Region, Tyrant's mood had obviously become somewhat gloomy. A trace of sadness could be seen on his face. However, he quickly adjusted his mood, locked on to a direction, and flew towards it. His ultimate goal was to save Jiang Chen and Da Huang Dog. If it wasn't for the sake of saving Jiang Chen and Da Huang Dog, he wouldn't have come back. He didn't want to see the disappointed look in his master's eyes.
There was a desolate mountain range in the corner of the Western Region. However, there was an independent mountain peak in the middle of the mountain range. The mountain peak had verdant hills, clear waters, and lush greenery. Even the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi was incomparably dense. It formed a sharp contrast with the desolate mountain range, making it look extremely incongruous.
Tyrant appeared outside the mountain range. He was mumbling to himself as he strode towards the mountain peak. Soon, he arrived at the mountain peak. There was an invisible barrier that covered the entire mountain peak. Ordinary people wouldn't be able to see it. If Jiang Chen was here, he would definitely be able to see that this invisible barrier was made by a Minor Saint.
Tyrant came to the front of the barrier and took out a talisman. He drew a line in the void in front of him, tearing a gap in the barrier. After that, he walked into the gap. After Tyrant entered the gap, the barrier returned to its original state.
Due to the restriction, it was impossible for ordinary people to enter the mountain peak, and they would definitely be stopped. It was obvious that Tyrant was extremely familiar with this place.
Upon entering the mountain, one would discover that the original form of the mountain was much higher than the current mountain. However, the peak of the mountain had been flattened by a sword strike from an expert, resulting in the current mountain in front of them. At the top of the flattened mountain was a temple. This temple was very small, but it was extremely elegant.
In the middle of the mountain peak, there was a huge stone tablet. This stone tablet was ten feet tall, and on it were two large words, "Green Lotus". This mountain was called Green Lotus Mountain, and everyone in the Western Regions who knew about Ancestor Green Lotus knew about its specific origins.
The entire mountain peak seemed abnormally quiet. Not a single person could be seen, and there was not even the slightest hint of human aura.
Tyrant was very familiar with the route. With a single leap, he landed on the peak of the mountain.
The gate of the temple opened wide, and Tyrant directly walked in. In front of him was a golden palace. Although it was unknown how long it had been built, it was still emitting a golden radiance, and it was filled with a holy aura. The gate of the main hall was still open, and Tyrant walked in with large strides.
The main hall was very big, but it seemed very empty. There was only a statue placed in the center of the hall that was very eye-catching. The statue was of an eminent monk, and his entire body was gilded. He had a kind face, and he looked to be in his fifties. He wasn't old, and he wasn't fat or skinny. One of his hands was placed in front of his chest, and there was a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth. There were nine incense marks on the top of his head, and the statue looked very lifelike, as if it could come to life at any time. However, there was no sound coming from the statue, which proved that it was just a statue.
If Jiang Chen were to wake up now, he would definitely be able to recognize the owner of this statue.
Tyrant knelt in front of the statue with a thud, and respectfully kowtowed three times. He had completely changed the demonic monk attitude he had when he was in Xuanyu, and had become unprecedentedly solemn.
"En, not bad. The first thing you do when you return is to kowtow to your ancestor."
At this moment, a voice rang out from within the main hall. This voice was very deep, and at the same time, it was also very mysterious. It was obvious that the one who spoke was an eminent monk. Regardless of cultivation or attainment, Tyrant couldn't compare with him.
As the voice faded away, an old monk suddenly appeared in the main hall. This old monk's appearance was very strange, and even the void didn't tremble. He was like a ghost, and it was clear that his cultivation had already reached the peak.
The old monk wore a simple and unadorned yellow robe. He looked to be at least seventy years old. His face was full of white beard and his eyes were calm. It was impossible to see any fluctuations in his emotions. In the entire Greenlotus Mountain temple, there were only the two of them. After Tyrant and Kindness left, the old monk was the only one left.
"Master."
Tyrant kowtowed toward the old monk with a respectful expression.
"Fourth Grade Combat King, two grades higher than when you left. Not bad, but it's still far from enough. The burden on your shoulders is too heavy. I've told you before that on your path of growth, you'll have to go through all kinds of trials and tribulations before you can truly grow. During this process, I won't give you any help. Now that you've returned, do you want to continue living a boring life in this broken temple?"
The old monk said with a calm voice. However, it wasn't hard to tell that he was disappointed in Tyrant. Sometimes, disappointment came from having too much expectations, just like the old monk's expectations for Tyrant. Even though Tyrant was an outstanding genius among his peers, and he wasn't inferior to those super geniuses of the Great Leiyin Temple, it was still far from enough to fulfill the old monk's expectations.
"Master, the Great Leiyin Temple has invited you many times, but why do you keep rejecting them? What's so good about staying here? With your current cultivation base, it's more than enough for you to travel unhindered across the world. Also, every time I asked you about the Patriarch, you wouldn't answer me. You just told me to focus on my cultivation."
Tyrant said. He was a stubborn man, and he couldn't understand why his master would do such a thing. The Great Leiyin Temple was the pinnacle of Buddhism, and every Buddhist felt that joining the Great Leiyin Temple was an incomparable honor. However, his master had stubbornly rejected the Great Leiyin Temple's invitation time and time again.
"What do you know? The Great Leiyin Temple isn't as simple as you think it is. The world is full of dangers, and you're still too young. Tyrant, you're talented and intelligent, and you should feel honored to be the descendant of the Patriarch. I have my reasons for staying here. As for the questions you want to know, I'll tell you when your cultivation base surpasses mine. "
The old monk said.
"Master, you're currently a Ninth Grade Minor Saint, and it'll take me years to surpass yours. Also, what kind of secrets are they? Do I need to reach the Great Saint realm before I can know them?"
Tyrant was puzzled. Furthermore, it was extremely difficult to become a Great Saint, and it wasn't something that could be achieved by relying on talent alone.
"That's why you don't want to waste any time in your cultivation. No matter how long it takes, I can wait. Before you left, I told you not to come back to see me before you reach the Combat Emperor realm. Only when you reach the Combat Emperor realm will I have something else to give you. If you don't make it and die outside, that's your fate. You're just a Fourth Grade Combat King now, did you come back for me to praise you?"
The old monk was slightly angry, as if he was disappointed in Tyrant.
Only now did Tyrant realize that the purpose of his return was to save Jiang Chen and Da Huang Dog. Just now, when he saw the statue of the Patriarch, he couldn't help but ask those questions, and he almost forgot the purpose of his return. Only when he saw his master getting angry did he remember his purpose.
"Master, there's a reason why disciple came back. Please have a look."
Tyrant stood up from the ground and waved his hand. In an instant, Jiang Chen and Da Huang Dog appeared, lying on the ground.
The old monk's gaze fell onto Jiang Chen, and his eyes lit up. For some unknown reason, he could sense a familiar aura from this young man. Even though Jiang Chen was in a deep coma, the old monk still felt a sense of familiarity from his vague expression. However, the old monk was sure that he had never seen this young man before. However, where did this familiar feeling come from? This was really strange.
"Master, this man's name is Jiang Chen. He and this Da Huang Dog are the friends disciple made in Xuanyu. Back in the Chaotic Ocean, disciple found a sarira. When I was in secluded cultivation, I was besieged by enemies. They risked their lives to save disciple's life. Now, they are both seriously injured, and disciple is powerless to help them. That's why I came here to ask master for help."
Tyrant said. He didn't forget to tell the old monk what happened in the Liang Province.
The old monk was startled when he heard what Tyrant said. However, a hint of happiness soon emerged on his face. It had been a long time since the Greenlotus Mountain had allowed outsiders to enter, but the old monk wasn't angry at the person Tyrant brought back. Putting aside the fact that the old monk felt a sense of familiarity toward Jiang Chen, he was also pleased that Tyrant was such a righteous and compassionate person. This little disciple of his had always been wild and unruly since he was young. Now that he had started to understand the ways of the world, he was able to make friends that could go through life and death together. This was something that the old monk wanted to see.
Especially the fact that Tyrant was able to make friends with geniuses, this made him even happier. This might be of great help to his future cultivation.
"You said that you found a sarira?"
As the old monk spoke, a divine sense shot out from his eyes and entered Tyrant's body. After that, the divine sense returned to his body.
"Good. You are indeed a man blessed with great fortune. The sarira you found was left behind by a Third Grade Minor Saint. No wonder you have improved so quickly. Your physique has been transformed once again. This is your own fortune. I believe that as long as you are willing, you can break through to the Fifth Grade Combat King realm at any time."
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