What's the point of cultivating if you don't have extraordinary abilities?
Just this answer made Fang Xing look down on this Arhat from the Paramita Temple. Of course, he subconsciously let go of his guard. He felt that this Arhat was an idiot. He was such a smart person. From the first day he entered the Dao Sect, he knew that realms and immortality were all illusory. Only strength was real. However, this Arhat in front of him had such a good status, such a good background, and was surrounded by top-notch experts. Yet, he was willing to be a mortal. If he wasn't an idiot, then what was he?
Even the little monk Shinsyu, although he didn't know how to fight, his abilities were real …
He was really puzzled. How could Shinsyu lose so many times against such an opponent?
Pursing his lips, Fang Xing decided not to talk to him. He sneered and stood up from the ground. He placed the Dragon Pattern Ominous Blade on the Arhat's neck and said with a smile, "Monk, I won't talk to you anymore. Hand over the Taishang Dao Scripture so that you don't suffer!"
The Arhat looked at Fang Xing quietly. His expression was calm, but there was no trace of panic. This surprised Fang Xing. This monk didn't seem to have any cultivation, but his courage was much stronger than most of the people with high cultivation he had met. However, very quickly, he glared and his eyes were filled with ferocity. He thought that it was fine if this monk cooperated, but if he didn't, then he would chop off one of his arms first.
"You won't kill me!"
After a while, the Arhat suddenly spoke softly.
Fang Xing was stunned. He glared and said, "Why should I?"
Hui Neng said plainly, "If you kill me, you will only make me give up this shell and reincarnate again. However, in the process of reincarnation, that Dao Scripture will be lost in the six realms and can never be found again …"
"Are you looking down on me?"
Fang Xing glared and chuckled. "When I was in the Foundation Establishment Realm, I already had the ability to destroy souls, let alone now."
The meaning behind these words was to warn Hui Neng. If I kill you at my hands, then I'll obliterate your body along with your soul. Do you still want to leave a strand of your soul to reincarnate? That was simply wishful thinking. Then, when Hui Neng heard this, he shook his head lightly and said lightly, "You won't. Although I am a mortal, my soul and Junior Brother Shen Xiu's soul are twins. Since the first time the two of us fought for the inheritance of the True Buddha ten thousand years ago, we have been destined to live and die together. If you destroy my soul, he will not be spared!"
"There's such a thing?"
Fang Xing's brows trembled, and he remained silent.
He did recall that Shinsyu had once said that the relationship between Shinsyu and the Arhat of the Paramita Temple was rather mysterious. It could be said that they were each other's Buddha's Tribulation, and they were each other's inner demons. Only each other could destroy the other. The two of them had agreed to debate for ten lifetimes to determine the Buddha's fruit. It was also because of this kind of refinement that they had to be willing, so no one could force the other. Simply put, the two of them were destined by karma. The winner would be the Buddha, and the loser would be the inner demon …
"Hehe …"
Fang Xing shook his head and discarded these thoughts, then said fiercely, "Even if I can't kill you, I have plenty of ways to make you suffer. I'm not bragging to you, but I have at least 108 ways to make you wish you were dead yet unable to live …"
Hui Neng glanced at Fang Xing indifferently, "Is it interesting?"
Fang Xing was immediately choked and could not breathe for a long time. After a long silence, he said dejectedly, "It's boring …"
Speaking of which, Fang Xing was also a person who was the best at observing people's expressions. He could really tell that the Arhat of the Paramita Temple was a patient and determined person. According to the words of his Fifth Uncle, who was the best at torturing people, this kind of bastard had rough skin and hard bones. He valued his heart more than his life. Their flesh and skin were all tools. It was the most boring to torture them. Often, the person who was torturing them would be mentally distorted, but they would still look like they were enjoying it. Therefore, whenever he encountered such people, there was no need to torture them. It was better to think of other ways.
"I don't believe that you can't be afraid of anything, right?"
Fang Xing became distressed and asked fiercely.
"A monk doesn't lie …"
Hui Neng said indifferently, then glanced at Fang Xing, "I'm really not afraid of anything …"
Fang Xing instantly rolled his eyes. The way he looked at the Arhat was a little strange. Although he did not say a word of vulgarity, for some reason, Fang Xing heard a hint of "I'm not bragging, but you just can't do anything to me" from his words …
"I'll bring you back first. I don't believe that I can't deal with you …"
Fang Xing laughed coldly. He started to ponder in his heart and could not help but laugh secretly.
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"The Arhat has been kidnapped. I'm afraid that even the ancestors will be alarmed. I have to solve this problem as soon as possible …"
Just as Fang Xing and the Arhat were playing a game to see who could win, in the Demon Province, the clans of the Pure Land were also in an unprecedented chaos. The ten great ancient clans could not hold back anymore and all came looking for them. Even the area around the Hundred Break Mountain was only guarded by a few people. The others all gathered at the place where the Arhat was kidnapped to discuss countermeasures.
"I've already activated my clan's secret tracking technique to search for the whereabouts of the Arhat. However, there was no result. Occasionally, a trace of his aura leaked out, but it quickly disappeared without a trace. That person should be good at hiding his aura, and he's very powerful …"
A man in a silver robe with a single horn on his forehead said with a frown. He was one of the ten great ancient clans of the Pure Land, and he was the best at tracking.
"I've also deduced three hexagrams, but I can only conclude that the bastard is in the southwest direction. I can't confirm his exact location. I think that bastard has a technique to hide the secrets of heaven. After three hexagrams, I can't deduce anymore!" A Divine Son of the ancient clans who was wearing a hexagrams robe said. Using the hexagrams to deduce, he could only deduce three hexagrams at most. If he exceeded this number, the hexagrams would be messed up, and there would be a backlash. There was no other way.
All the ancient clans were silent.
Today, it had been a whole day since the Arhat was kidnapped from the Paramita Temple. Every one of them had tried their best to find the traces of the Arhat. Some of them sent people, some of them put in effort. It could be said that they had done everything they could. However, there were no clues at all. This made them more and more anxious and angry. Many of them secretly swore to find that bastard and cut him into pieces …
"The people from the North Deep Clan are here …"
At this moment, someone reported. Very quickly, two figures could be seen flying up the mountain. It was a skinny young man who was riding on a five-coloured divine bull. Beside him was a beautiful lady who was riding on a strange fish. When the two of them arrived at the mountain, their faces were extremely dark and cold. Worry and rage could be vaguely seen between their brows.
"Ask away!"
The man who was riding on the five-colored divine bull didn't even greet the other ancient clans' Divine Sons and asked the lady directly.
The lady nodded and looked at the three ancient clans' Divine Sons and the monks from the Paramita Temple. She said directly, "Brothers, Master … I heard that before the Arhat was kidnapped, there was a rare treasure that appeared in the valley that you were guarding?"
Hearing this question, the few of them looked a little upset. After a while, the monk from the Paramita Temple nodded and said in a low voice, "That's right. We went in to check it out because a rare treasure appeared. That's why that person got the chance …"
"What rare treasure? Let me see!"
The lady said immediately with a serious expression.
The expressions of the three Divine Sons and the monks from the Paramita Temple were a little awkward. They were even a little indignant. However, when they saw how serious she was, they still handed over what they had obtained earlier after a slight hesitation. They even ordered those who had obtained the rare treasures to list out the items and place them all on the ground. There were treasured armors, spiritual herbs, broken weapons, treasured scriptures, relics, and so on …
There were many kinds of items, but there weren't many of them. There were only one or two kinds of each.
The lady who was riding on the strange fish looked at these items carefully, and her brows furrowed even more. Suddenly, she looked especially distressed, as if she was hesitating. The man who was riding on the five-colored divine bull also looked at her closely, as if he was waiting for her to give an answer. The others didn't know what was going on, but they could vaguely feel that the siblings had some guesses and were here to verify them …
"It's him …"
In the end, her gaze fell on a spirit herb. After hesitating for a while, she still said it in a low voice.
"Are you sure?"
The man who was riding on the five-colored divine bull pressed.
The lady's expression was a little gloomy as she said in a low voice, "I'm sure … These spirit herbs were originally snatched from the Bottomless Ruins by us. They don't grow anywhere else. I've also seen that broken weapon, and I also know that he has a lot of Buddhist scriptures …"
"Evil creature!"
The man who was riding on the five-colored divine bull couldn't bear to listen anymore. He clenched his fists tightly, making cracking sounds.
"What did you see?"
Beside him, everyone was silent. Someone asked in a low voice, his eyes cold.
"The person who kidnapped the Arhat … is the little devil Nan Zhan, Fang Xing!"
The man who was riding on the five-colored divine bull's eyes were gloomy. He said a name viciously, but it immediately shocked the cultivators.
The little devil Fang Xing?
Although this name was not as well-known in the Pure Land as it was in the Divine Prefecture and Southern Vision, many people had heard of him. They knew that he was a person who was neither good nor evil, but had great abilities. Previously, he had seized 17 mountains in the Pure Land in one day, which made the Ten Great Ancient Clans firmly remember his name. There were even people who were prepared to deal with him. However, later on, the North Deep Clan issued an edict saying that he was prepared to exchange ten mountains for one, which made the Ten Great Ancient Clans restrain themselves a little and didn't have time to deal with him …
But now, he was the one who kidnapped the Arhat?
Wasn't this devil on good terms with the North Deep Clan? Why did he kidnap the Arhat?
The other ancient clans didn't know about the Taishang Dao Scripture, so they couldn't figure it out …
However, the guardian monk of the Paramita Temple suddenly thought of something. His face was full of anger as he shouted at the lady who was riding the strange fish, "So it's him … The North Deep Clan has done this. If you don't give us an explanation, don't even think about letting this matter rest …"
"This matter has nothing to do with the North Deep Clan!"
The man who was riding on the five-colored divine bull shouted coldly, but he quickly raised his head and looked coldly at the lady who was riding the strange fish. His voice was low and deep, with a hint of anger, he said, "But … we have a way to save the Arhat …"
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