As the sound of the wooden fish grew closer, a small boat appeared in everyone's vision.
A gray-clad monk stood on the boat, looking like he had drifted away from the mundane world, giving off the feeling that this was a pure land of the Buddhist sect.
Xiao Chen could not help feeling reassured. This was an esteemed monk of the Potala Mountain. Based on his aura, he was at least on par with the Protector.
"The Potala Mountain …"
The Protector's expression turned grave. This was one of the three blessed lands of the Grave Sea. It was filled with Righteous Dao temples of the Buddhist sect, even Rank 4 temples.
Actually, the Protector was not surprised. The moment he executed the Black Lotus Secret Art, he had guessed that it would startle the Potala Mountain.
However, he had not expected the person to arrive so quickly.
Needless to say, this gray-clad monk definitely came from a large temple.
Only an esteemed monk of a Rank 4 temple could arrive so quickly and put such great pressure on the Protector.
If it were any other time, the Protector would not mind fighting to see who was stronger.
However, he could not do so now. If he lingered for a while, more people would arrive.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, the Vajra Protector made a move. Countless scriptures revolved around a large black Buddha hand.
Then, the Protector ruthlessly pressed down on the small boat.
Under the pressure of the Buddha's palm, even the air was compressed. It had yet to truly fall. Before the boat truly landed, the seawater below it slowly sank, enduring the immense pressure.
"May the Lord Buddha!"
As the Buddhist proclamation rang out, the gray-clad monk gently knocked on the wooden fish in his hand.
As the sound of the wooden fish rang out, a strong Buddhist light merged with the sound waves, continuously radiating out.
"Boom!" Under the impact of the Buddhist light, that black Buddha hand exploded, vanishing into nothingness.
The gray-clad monk looked up and discovered that the Protector was no longer there. He did not know where that person ran off to.
However, the gray-clad monk did not intend to give chase. This Protector's strength was clear for all to see.
Although the gray-clad monk's cultivation was higher than that person's, if the other party wanted to leave, the gray-clad monk could not do anything, so he could not be bothered.
The gray-clad monk looked around and saw Xiao Chen lying on the surface of the sea in pain.
She smiled faintly, giving off a peaceful and peaceful aura as she gently landed beside Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen hurriedly got up and was about to thank him for saving his life. Who knew that just as he stood up, his body would feel a burning pain, and he would lie down again.
"Young benefactor, you've been burned by the evil sect's scriptures. You don't have to be so polite."
As soon as he finished speaking, the gray-robed monk pointed at Xiao Chen's head and chanted sutras. A steady stream of white Buddhist light emerged from his hand and flowed into Xiao Chen's body.
Xiao Chen immediately felt a warm sensation throughout his body. His skin also felt somewhat itchy. Not only were the burns all healed, but the internal injuries he suffered earlier had also recovered.
It was really magical.
"Thank you, Grandmaster. I am unable to repay you for saving my life."
The grey-robed monk smiled and said, "Saving a life is better than building a seven-storied pagoda. My cultivation itself is a great merit."
Buddhist cultivation was particular about merit, great aspirations, and incense.
To put it bluntly, merit was doing good deeds. Of course, the principle behind it was not that simple. As one's merit increased, the Buddhist Dharma would continuously deepen. It was an extremely profound process.
Great aspirations. The Kunlun Realm's Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva made a great aspiration. Then, he continuously worked hard to achieve it. When his aspiration was fulfilled, he would be reborn.
Incense was to develop believers, to let more people feel the greatness and extraordinariness of Buddhism. Simply put, it was to absorb the power of faith and increase one's own power of will.
Xiao Chen was very fortunate to have met an esteemed monk who cultivated merit. If it were a monk who cultivated something else, he might not have such a good face.
"Young Benefactor, there is no need to take it to heart. Furthermore, I can tell that Benefactor has a deep affinity with Buddhism and a good opportunity."
Xiao Chen's heart skipped a beat. The other party was probably referring to the Buddhist heart that he had recently tempered by practicing the Mahāmāyā Abstinence Violation Saber Technique.
"Honestly speaking, I have traveled the world and obtained some Buddhist sect Martial Techniques. I am not a true Buddhist cultivator."
The gray-clad monk felt enlightened. "So, that is the case. However, for you to cultivate it to such an exquisite level, it proves that you have a fate with Buddhism. Are you interested in coming with me to the Potala Mountain's Profound Light Temple? "
This monk was going to take in a disciple.
Xiao Chen thought about it and understood what the gray-clad monk was thinking.
However, it was clearly impossible for Xiao Chen to become a monk. He quickly thanked the other party for his kind intentions and took out his recommendation letter.
On the surface, Xiao Chen already had an appointment to go to the Black Cave Mountain.
"Unfortunately, you are very intelligent. If you join my Buddhist sect, you will definitely benefit greatly. Actually, you can also become a lay disciple. That way, you will have fewer rules and restrictions. In the future, after you finish your studies, you can go down the mountain to marry and have children. "The gray-clad monk did not give up completely, continuing to advise Xiao Chen.
"Hey, bald monk. No, it's Venerable. Venerable, this little one is injured as well. Can you take care of me? "
The Iron Hand Yama, who was on the surface of the sea, smiled and did his best to appear friendly, trying to gain trust.
However, the Iron Hand Yama had a naturally ferocious face.
The gray-clad monk turned around and smiled. "I am Xuan Bei. Benefactor is not of the Buddhist sect. Just call me by my dharma name."
After saying that, the Iron Hand Yama softly chanted a scripture. The Iron Hand Yama gently raised his hand, and a gentle Buddhist light poured out from the clouds and landed on the Iron Hand Yama.
The injuries on the Iron Hand Yama's body immediately healed at a visible pace.
"Hehe! Venerable's attainments in the Saving Scripture are really high. I am in awe." The Iron Hand Yama stretched his body and felt great, not stingy with his praise.
Xuan Bei showed a peaceful expression as he said softly, "Benefactor's heart is filled with deep resentment and hatred. You have already formed a mental barrier. In the future, you will find it hard to improve your cultivation. In the worst case, you might even enter Berserking Qi Deviation. "
The Iron Hand Yama's face sank when he heard that, and his expression changed. He was somewhat surprised that this monk's eyes were so sharp.
How could the Iron Hand Yama not know that when he closed his eyes every day, he saw the miserable deaths of the Savage Blood Pirate Group's members? The Iron Hand Yama had long become a mental barrier. While he looked heartless, he was actually already a walking corpse.
"Venerable Xuan Bei, do you have any brilliant ideas?" the Iron Hand Yama asked sincerely.
Xuan Bei shook his head gently. "If the cause and effect cannot be resolved, the obsession will be hard to resolve. If you are willing to let it go, you can come with me to the Profound Light Temple. Ten years should be enough to resolve the mental barrier in Benefactor's heart. "
When the Iron Hand Yama heard that, he could not help smiling. "Ten years is really not long. However, this old man is a free man. I would rather die in a state of Berserking Qi Deviation than go to some temple and shave my head to become a monk. Venerable, I appreciate your kind intentions. "
The Venerable Xuan Bei smiled without saying anything. Then, he turned to look at Xiao Chen and asked in a neutral tone, "Little Benefactor, would you tell me why the Black Lotus Church is pursuing you for so many kilometers, even sending out the Protectors?"
Xiao Chen's face sank. As the Venerable Xuan Bei spoke, he looked straight at Xiao Chen.
The Venerable Xuan Bei's eyes seemed to be able to see through everything in the world.
For some reason, Xiao Chen had a feeling that if he were in the Desolate Desert, he might be forcefully brought back to the Potala Mountain's Profound Light Temple.
"I don't know, either."
Xiao Chen answered with a bitter smile.
Right after Xiao Chen spoke, he felt the invisible pressure vanish. The Venerable Xuan Bei nodded and said, "Many thanks, Benefactor, for telling the truth and resolving this misunderstanding."
Indeed, Xiao Chen did not know. This was the truth. If the Venerable Xuan Bei found some other excuse, he would probably be in big trouble.
"There is still some distance to the Black Cave Mountain. This old monk will send you off for now."
Xiao Chen rejoiced in his heart. "That is good. Then, I'll trouble the Venerable Xuan Bei."
No one knew if the Black Lotus Church's people would appear again or not. With the Venerable escorting, Xiao Chen's safety could be guaranteed. Naturally, this was for the best.
Four hours later, the situation changed. The Black Lotus Church's teams waiting at the other intersections all gathered.
"Holy Son, an esteemed monk of the Potala Mountain saved him here. He should have entered a blessed land by now. "
The injured Protector explained to the Holy Son Ming Xuan, who was dressed in snow-white robes and looked spotless.
The Holy Son Ming Xuan entered deep thought. "It looks like he had a plan long ago. He knows that we cannot enter a blessed land, so he intends to hide here for a while."
As for how long, no one knew. Perhaps one year, perhaps ten years.
With this thought, the Black Lotus Church's people could not help feeling depressed. Clearly, the deadline that the Sect Venerate gave would not be long.
"That's a good idea. However, if you think that I cannot catch you by hiding in a blessed land, you are gravely mistaken," the Holy Son Ming Xuan said softly without any expression.
The four Protectors expressed their confusion. They all asked, "Holy Son, what is your opinion?"
The Holy Son Ming Xuan said softly without any expression on his face, "I have my own ways.
You all return to the Holy Mountain first and explain the situation to the Sect Venerate. "The Holy Son Ming Xuan was not willing to say more. However, he looked confident and did not appear to be in a difficult position at all.
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