Early the next morning, when sunlight shone on Purple Sun City, a Buddhist light accompanied the sunrise and landed in Purple Sun City.
The Buddhist light dispersed like a lotus flower, revealing a spotless white-clothed monk. His appearance was delicate and handsome, like a green lotus that was extraordinary and refined.
If it were a crowded place, the noise might immediately stop because of his appearance. His natural tranquility could infect everyone.
Unfortunately, he had landed on the dilapidated street where the Idle Cloud Restaurant was located.
The heavy stench of blood had yet to fade. That place had already become the famous Ghost Street of Purple Sun City. Legend had it that one could hear ghostly wails and wolf howls in the middle of the night. No one was even willing to clean up the corpses.
The prosperity faded away, leaving behind only an endless pool of blood and the bare bones of the corpses that had been eaten by the vultures.
The white-clad monk held Buddhist prayer beads in his hand as he looked around with his deep, pitch-black eyes.
After a while, he closed his eyes and chanted scriptures. His right hand formed the Buddhist Bemoaning the state of the universe and pitying the fate of mankind, and his left hand spun the Buddhist prayer beads.
A holy Buddhist light spread out from his body, looking like a peaceful holy light.
When the light swept through the air, the baleful aura in the air immediately expelled it. The air filled with the stench of blood became fresh again. Clumps of white light drifted out of the many corpses. "Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! "
The countless aggrieved spirits of the corpses turned into beneficence and entered his body. When he opened his eyes, they flickered with a bright and pure light.
This made his eyes look even deeper, pure, and flawless.
Then, he stretched out his right hand, and his gentle, fair fingers moved. The Bemoaning the state of the universe and pitying the fate of mankind turned into the Buddhist Appearing Seal.
The scenes that the aggrieved spirits once saw appeared, flickering on the dilapidated street.
Soon, the white-clad monk found the scene he needed.
It was the scene of Xiao Chen fighting with the crowd, continuously killing his enemies.
The scene changed again. The black-clad arhat was escorted by a group of people, kneeling on the ground and continuously whipped, enduring all sorts of torture without saying a word.
On the other side, Auntie Bai and the three old men quickly discussed and decided to sell it.
When Auntie Bai understood what was going on, she revealed a smile on her face, showing an interesting expression.
"Scatter!"
The white-robed monk let out a soft groan. The souls that he had just absorbed into his body and cleansed of their sins turned into streaks of light and flew out of his body.
Surprisingly, he didn't want the pure vengeful souls, but instead released them.
If a Buddhist was here, he would definitely be shocked.
When Buddhists cultivated, what they sought was merit and faith. What did he seek by not seeking merit and converting others for free?
Only if one looked carefully would they discover that as those souls left, there were more than ten of them.
His eyes and fleshly body seemed to have been cleansed, becoming purer and more peaceful.
"It's a pity that we missed such a good opportunity."
The white-robed monk let out a sigh before turning into a ray of light and disappearing.
The originally oppressive gloomy and dilapidated streets that were filled with a bloody and baleful aura had taken on a brand new look, and it was like a place that had just been born and was filled with a thriving aura.
Today was the day that the Purple Cloud Pavilion would auction off a Major Primal Core Venerate. After one day of fermenting, the news had already caused a huge commotion in the entire Purple Sun City.
Auctioning off slaves was not unheard of. However, the people of Purple Sun City auctioning off a Major Primal Core Venerate was unheard of, never seen before.
If one could imagine having a Major Primal Core Venerate as a slave, that would be a great feeling.
Nearly all the rich and noble people in the city rushed over, preparing large amounts of Spirit Jades to bid for the auction.
There were even more cultivators who came to watch the excitement.
Even if they could not afford to buy it, they could still broaden their horizons and watch the excitement.
Furthermore, rumor had it that this black-clad arhat had a close relationship with Xiao Chen. This auction was a scheme by the three sects and the Purple Cloud Pavilion.
They wanted to wait for Xiao Chen to appear and make him walk right into the trap.
Given how Xiao Chen protected Idle Cloud Restaurant for his friends and fought many battles, many people guessed that this was a trap.
Even if Xiao Chen knew that this was a trap, a fire pit, he would still rush over.
The only reason was that he was Xiao Chen. This person had only been in Purple Sun City for a few days, but his name had spread everywhere. Everyone knew the name of the White Robed Xiao Chen. Most of the people watching the excitement were actually here for him.
In a corner of the upper floor of the Purple Cloud Pavilion, Auntie Bai and the three Elders of the Burning Moon Sect, the Ice-Snow Mountain Manor, and the Wind Chasing Sect looked down, clearly seeing everyone in the hall.
"Damn it! That fellow has not appeared yet." The Ice-Snow Mountain Manor's white-robed old man frowned, feeling somewhat impatient.
The azure-clad old man said, "Don't worry. He will definitely appear. However, he will definitely be able to hide from our eyes and ears. If we discovered him so easily, he would not be Xiao Chen. "
The pretty Auntie Bai said through clenched teeth, "As long as that fellow appears, this Purple Cloud Pavilion will be his burial ground. I already sent out all the experts of the Purple Cloud Pavilion to hide in various places."
Aside from this, the three sects also reorganized their forces, transferring over experts from their sects.
Not only were there people everywhere in the Purple Cloud Pavilion, but there were also disciples of the various sects lying in wait outside the Purple Cloud Pavilion.
As long as Xiao Chen appeared, he would not be able to escape. This was a sure-death situation.
"Let's start the auction. I don't believe that he will not appear," the Burning Moon Sect's red-clad old man said coldly.
The white-robed old man nodded and made a hand gesture. Immediately, someone started to make arrangements in secret.
Everything went according to plan, moving quickly and methodically.
Soon, the black-clad arhat was pushed out. His entire body was bound in chains, and he appeared on the platform in a humiliating manner.
"Whoosh!"
The crowd immediately turned excited. All sorts of startled cries rang out endlessly.
It really was a Major Primal Core Venerate. The Purple Cloud Pavilion's announcement was true. Many potential buyers immediately felt tempted.
The auctioneer smiled and said, "As everyone knows, today is a big day for my Purple Cloud Pavilion. The Venerate tied up on the platform will be auctioned off.
"Everyone, please do not worry about safety. The experts of the three sects have already placed restrictions in his body. As long as he resists, he will explode and die. Whoever is his master will control his life and death. Even if he does not want to submit, he will have to submit.
"My Purple Cloud Pavilion's reputation has always been excellent. Everyone can bid without worry!"
Under the auctioneer's introduction, the auction quickly entered the bidding phase. The price soared, making everyone feel the enthusiasm and determination of the bidders.
However, the expressions of the four people in the upper echelon slowly turned unsightly. Even now, everything was still calm. Xiao Chen still had not appeared.
Just at this moment, a white figure arrived outside the Purple Cloud Pavilion.
As he stood on the street, he looked extraordinary and graceful. His white monk robes and handsome face combined with his gentle and serene aura attracted the attention of everyone on the street.
"What a handsome monk!" several girls could not help praising him, attracted by his face.
This showed how charming he was.
The white-clad monk looked at the Purple Cloud Pavilion. His deep gaze inspired wild and fanciful thoughts; no one knew what he wanted to do.
Suddenly, the white-clad monk stretched out his right hand with his palm facing down. His index and middle fingers curled together, and Buddhist prayer beads hung from them, forming a profound hand seal.
His jade-white, untainted hand was filled with a gentle beauty. Everyone fixed their gazes on that pure-white right hand.
Everyone was attracted by that profound hand seal, unable to look away.
All of a sudden, a golden swastika symbol burst out from the palm seal.
"Boom!" Amid the boundless golden Buddhist light, the vast, simple, and imposing Purple Cloud Pavilion instantly collapsed.
The people inside were still excitedly bidding the moment before it collapsed. Auntie Bai and the others in the upper echelon were still waiting anxiously.
Without any warning, the Purple Cloud Pavilion collapsed into rubble. Countless people died or were injured in the process.
Countless corpses exploded into pieces and shot into the air. Amidst the golden Buddhist light, blood rained down. Severed limbs flew up and down in a dazzling display.
The people around the Purple Cloud Pavilion showed shocked expressions. Their brains instantly short-circuited; they could not react at all. In the next moment, the shock wave sent them flying.
The white-clad monk withdrew his hand, and his lips moved slightly as he chanted a scripture. As the scripture chanted, the restrictions on the bodies of the black-clad arhat buried in the rubble unraveled one by one.
"Who are you?"
Auntie Bai and the other three descended from the air in shock and rage, surrounding the white-clad monk. Blood trickled down the corners of their lips, and their complexions paled.
The white-clad monk smiled faintly and stopped chanting. Then, he said softly, "The Black Lotus Church's Holy Son, Ming Xuan."
The expressions of the three sects' First Elders and Auntie Bai changed drastically at the same time. Their expressions changed continuously: shock, astonishment, horror, and panic.
The encirclement around the white-clad monk loosened uncontrollably. They retreated, feeling fear in their hearts, wanting to retreat.
"Die!"
However, it was too late for them to leave now. A black figure leaped out of the rubble, radiating Buddhist Might. With a shout, he charged at the four while holding the black chain in his hand.
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