Although his life was full of twists and turns, in the end, Lu Qingshan still embarked on his journey to Great Bear City.
"A few dozen miles ahead should be a small human tribe called 'Bei'." Lu Qingshan looked at the map and muttered, "When I reach the Bei Tribe, Great Bear City will be close by."
He continued forward. However, when he was about to reach the small village of the Bei Tribe, Lu Qingshan's expression changed.
He smelled the pungent smell of blood.
Lu Qingshan hurriedly increased his speed. He streaked across the sky like a stream of light and headed straight for the small tribe.
Looking down, it was a small oasis. It was estimated that it could only support a few hundred families and a few thousand people.
However, at this moment, the oasis that should have been unusually lively in the past was dead silent.
The houses made of yellow soil had collapsed. The ground was a mess. Horrifying dried blood stains could be seen everywhere. The scene before his eyes was even more tragic.
One after another, corpses fell into the pool of blood that had already solidified. Among them, there were white-haired old men, weak women, and even babies in swaddling clothes were unable to escape this calamity.
Among the corpses on the ground, Lu Qingshan saw an 'acquaintance'.
It was the young novice monk who he had noticed in East Vermilion Bird City.
The young novice monk frowned. He put his palms together and stood in front of the ruins. He looked at the corpses of the villagers and muttered something.
"… Thus I have heard … Thus, with a smile, the Tathagata has released hundreds and thousands of Great Light Clouds. The so-called Great Perfection Light Cloud, Great Compassion Light Cloud, Great Wisdom Light Cloud, Great Prajna Light Cloud …"
It was the Buddhist sutra of expiation.
The young novice monk was expiating the souls of the Bei Tribe.
He had also noticed Lu Qingshan's arrival, but he did not interrupt his sutra.
However, the little oriole hidden in the young monk's sleeve popped its little head out at this moment. It stared at Lu Qingshan with its black eyes and sized him up curiously.
Lu Qingshan's expression was a little gloomy at this time — as a fellow human, anyone with empathy would not feel good when they saw such a tragic situation.
He silently released his Divine Sense and wandered around the village. Suddenly, his expression changed.
Because he found a weak breath among the corpses on the ground.
It was an extremely young boy, no more than eleven or twelve years old. There was a huge wound on his stomach, and his internal organs were clearly visible. However, he was very tenacious and had not died completely.
Lu Qingshan approached and squatted down to check on the boy's injuries. He found that the boy's face was deathly pale and he had long lost consciousness. He really was on his last breath.
At this moment, the novice monk also noticed Lu Qingshan's actions. He also followed over and looked at the boy's injuries. He sighed, "With such heavy injuries, it's impossible for him to survive."
"That's not necessarily true," Lu Qingshan said softly after some thought.
Then, a blue, crystal-like sword appeared in his hand.
He waved the sword in his hand at the boy.
"Phew … Benefactor, you!" The novice monk exclaimed subconsciously. A golden seal flickered in his hand, wanting to stop Lu Qingshan's actions.
However, the moment the seal was released, the novice monk suddenly felt something. A trace of uncertainty flashed across his face, and his hands stopped moving.
A snow-white sword light flashed and covered the boy's body.
After the sword light passed, Lu Qingshan put away his sword.
Meanwhile, the boy who had already lost consciousness and was on his last breath actually slowly opened his eyes at this time.
The huge wound on his abdomen had already healed at some point in time, as if it had never existed.
The River of Forgetfulness: Bi Luo.
Seeing the boy wake up, the novice monk looked at the River of Forgetfulness Sword in Lu Qingshan's hand with great shock.
Sword cultivators were the best at killing. This was something that the whole world knew.
However, this was the first time he had heard that a sword cultivator's sword could save people.
However, the novice monk was simple-minded and did not think too much about it. A trace of joy flashed across his face, and he hurriedly went forward to help the boy who had just woken up.
Lu Qingshan glanced at the interface.
The boy was only a mortal, and he only suffered external injuries. Although the injuries looked terrible, it was not as difficult to truly heal them as one would imagine.
Therefore, this sword only used ten percent of the life force stored in the River of Forgetfulness at the moment.
However, it consumed a total of thirty thousand experience points.
The usage fee was extraordinarily expensive.
The moment the boy opened his eyes, he was at first confused. Then, as if he had remembered what had happened earlier, a look of fear immediately appeared on his face.
He glanced at Lu Qingshan and the novice monk, then looked at the bodies of his parents lying next to him. He could not help but feel sorrowful. He threw himself on the bodies of his parents and cried, "Father, mother …"
"What happened?" Lu Qingshan asked.
"It was the desert bandits," the boy sobbed, "It was the 'Desert Evil Monk'. He brought his subordinates to our village and demanded spirit stones from us.
We are only a small tribe, and we are not rich to begin with. A few years ago, we relied on the savings of the cultivators to barely pay the spirit stones.
Later, the savings of the cultivators in the tribe were all used up, and this time, we did not have enough spirit stones to pay.
We pleaded with the bandits for a few more days, but who knew that they would not give us any face at all, and directly slaughtered the entire village in anger. "
As the boy spoke, he cried. His face was covered in dried blood, making one unable to help but feel angry.
The Desert Evil Monk.
Lu Qingshan muttered.
This was one of the eight leaders of the desert bandits, and his position was the same as the Sindhu.
He was originally an ascetic monk, but for some reason, he later changed to the Blood Slaughtering Evil Technique. In the end, he was wanted by the Da Xia Kingdom, and had no choice but to escape to the Mogao Desert and become a member of the desert bandits. He was a late Nascent Soul stage cultivator.
"The desert bandits have blackmailed you for so many years, have you not tried to ask the Giant Bear Tribe for help?" Lu Qingshan asked again.
The Wolf Tribe was already very close to the Giant Bear Tribe.
He did not expect the desert bandits to be so bold as to commit crimes in a small village so close to the Giant Bear City.
Their actions were simply too arrogant.
"We tried. In the beginning, the tribe leader had already asked the Giant Bear Tribe for help, but the Giant Bear Tribe did not care about us at all." The boy was filled with sorrow, and tears mixed with blood flowed down his face.
Lu Qingshan frowned, and his expression darkened. A nameless anger rose in him.
It was a killing intent towards the desert bandits, and also anger towards the short-sightedness of the Giant Bear Tribe.
In reality, there was not much difference between indulging the evildoers and committing the evildoers themselves.
Moreover, under such indulgence, the evildoers would not stop when they were ahead, and would only become endlessly arrogant.
Today, the desert bandits were only committing crimes around the Giant Bear Tribe. Tomorrow, they would shit on the Giant Bear Tribe.
Stupid.
This was Lu Qingshan's judgment in his heart.
If the Nine Tribe Alliance had not indulged Old Man Vulture in the beginning, and had decisively joined forces to deal with Old Man Vulture, the desert bandits would not have developed to their current state. They would not have even been able to stand up to a local tyrant like the Nine Tribe Alliance.
…
The little novice monk was softly comforting the little boy.
Lu Qingshan, on the other hand, was thinking about something.
"Monk, what's your relationship with this Desert Evil Monk?" Lu Qingshan suddenly asked.
This was because when the boy mentioned the Desert Evil Monk's name, he noticed the little novice monk's expression clearly change.
The little novice monk hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he did not hide anything. He bowed and said frankly, "This little monk's Dharma name is Jue Zhen. I came from the Chicken Soup Temple, and I'm here for this Desert Evil Monk."
"Chicken Soup Temple …" Lu Qingshan repeated the name. Information about the Chicken Soup Temple quickly surfaced in his mind. "I didn't expect you to be a Buddha from the Longxiang Temple.
The Longxiang Temple was made up of four courtyards, thirty-six temples, and seventy-two temples. The Chicken Soup Temple was one of these thirty-six temples.
The little novice monk named Jue Zhen corrected him very seriously. "I'm not a Buddha yet. I'm just a little novice monk."
Lu Qingshan's expression turned serious. "What do you mean by saying that you are here for this Desert Evil Monk?"
The little novice monk Jue Zhen was somewhat ashamed. "This Desert Evil Monk's name is Qi Luo.
When Qi Luo was still an ascetic monk, he came to our Chicken Soup Temple, wanting to enter the temple to cultivate.
My master said that Qi Luo was not fated to be a Buddha, and refused to enter.
Qi Luo was unwilling, and knelt at the entrance of the Chicken Soup Temple for three years, but my master remained unmoved.
I pitied him, so when he left, I secretly taught him a Dharma from the temple. Who would have thought that he would end up like this, doing evil everywhere?
If I hadn't secretly taught him the Dharma, he wouldn't have become what he is today even if he did evil.
At the end of the day, this disaster was caused by me. Therefore, I left the temple and followed his trail here to personally end the karma of the past. "
When Lu Qingshan heard this, he was slightly surprised.
The Desert Evil Monk had been famous for many years. According to Jue Zhen, when the Desert Evil Monk was still an ascetic monk, he had been cultivating in the Chicken Soup Temple.
In that case, the little novice monk in front of him was at least fifty years old. Moreover, since he dared to come alone to find the Desert Evil Monk, his cultivation level must be extraordinary.
However, for some reason, this monk's appearance was so young. Even the way he spoke was childish. It was unknown if it was done on purpose or because of some special reason.
Generally speaking, Buddhists would not pay attention to the so-called appearance. The possibility of it being done on purpose was not high.
"The Wolf Clan was massacred. If that's the case, I still have to bear part of the responsibility," Jue Zhen said frankly and guiltily.
"Bandits buy knives to kill people. Selling knives is not against the law," Lu Qingshan said.
"After I arrange a place for Shi Hu, I will continue to search for Qi Luo," Jue Zhen said seriously and did not refute.
Once Buddhists decided on something, they would not change it easily.
Shi Hu was the name of the boy who was saved by Lu Qingshan.
"The desert is vast. It won't be easy to find the Desert Evil Monk," Lu Qingshan glanced at Shi Hu, who was still crying, and said casually.
"Then I will keep looking. One day, I will find him," Jue Zhen said firmly.
The little demon bird in the little novice monk's sleeve chirped twice. It seemed to be supporting the little monk. It was very intelligent.
Lu Qingshan could not help but look at the little demon bird.
Noticing Lu Qingshan's gaze, Jue Zhen took the initiative to introduce it. "It's called Little Sparrow. It was originally an ordinary little yellow sparrow. But for some reason, it did not like rice grains. Instead, it liked to listen to Sanskrit chants, morning bells, and evening drums.
When I was reciting Buddhist scriptures, it often sat on the ancient tree in front of the room to listen. After a long time, it gradually gained intelligence and became a yellow sparrow spirit. "
When the little monk introduced Little Sparrow, he used the word 'spirit' instead of 'demon'.
The world believed that demons were all evil and was a derogatory term. But demons did not have a fixed distinction between good and evil.
Little Sparrow rolled its black eyes proudly and chirped in response. It then pecked Jue Zhen's arm intimately.
"Greetings, Little Sparrow." Lu Qingshan, who had always treated the Western Rat King as an equal, naturally accepted the little demon bird very well. He politely greeted the little demon bird.
Little Sparrow was overjoyed and chirped in response.
"Little Master, you can go to Giant Bear City to take a look. Perhaps you don't even need to look for that Desert Evil Monk. He might just come to you himself," Lu Qingshan said as he bade farewell to Jue Zhen.
This wasn't a baseless claim.
He had already spread the bait. If the bandits did not react when he showed up in Giant Bear City, they would not be worthy of their title as the overlord of Mogao Desert.
Desert Evil Monk Qi Luo happened to be committing murder in the Wolf Tribe not far from Giant Bear City not long ago. After receiving news of his appearance in Giant Bear City, there was a high possibility that he would turn back to Giant Bear City.
Without waiting for Jue Zhen to reply, Lu Qingshan rose on his sword again and headed straight for Giant Bear City.
Jue Zhen silently bowed to Lu Qingshan's back.
After a while, the little monk suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to ask about Lu Qingshan's name and origin. He could not help but pat his head in frustration.
.....
In the depths of Mogao Desert, there were few people.
At this moment, several Daoist figures suddenly hurried over and stood in front of the sand dune.
Not long after, a deep hole that led downwards slowly appeared in the sand dune. Hot air rose from it.
The Daoist figures did not hesitate and went straight into the hole.
After that, after passing through a long pitch-black passage, a fiery red world appeared in front of them.
This was a huge crypt hidden under the desert. There was an underground river of magma flowing through it. Occasionally, huge bubbles would emerge from the magma and explode with a bang.
This was the hiding place of the bandits.
A burly male cultivator suddenly appeared in front of the Daoist figures.
"What's the matter?"
"I have something to report to the boss." These Daoist figures were the bandit cultivators who had seen Lu Qingshan leave in East Sparrow City with their own eyes.
"Wait here," the burly male cultivator said. Then, he turned around and disappeared into the cave.
A moment later.
A skinny old man in a black robe with a head full of white hair and beard appeared in front of the bandit cultivators.
"Boss." The bandit cultivators lowered their heads and called out respectfully.
The old man before them was the terrifying existence who had single-handedly established the bandits and dominated the Mogao Desert.
He was a great cultivator at the middle stage of the Void Refinement realm, Old Man Vulture.
"What's the matter?" Old Man Vulture's voice was hoarse and piercing.
"The Sindhi leader was killed by a sword cultivator …" The bandit cultivators did not dare to exaggerate. They reported the situation they knew and their guesses to Old Man Vulture truthfully.
Old Man Vulture's withered eyes suddenly flashed with a strange green light. This green light was getting brighter and brighter. The green light rippled, eerie and terrifying.
A chilly aura appeared out of nowhere, causing the bandit cultivators to feel a chill down their spines.
They immediately began to tremble with fear, their minds trembling, their legs trembling.
"Do you know the exact identity and whereabouts of that sword cultivator?"
"We haven't found out the exact identity of that sword cultivator, but we have some clues about his whereabouts.
When that sword cultivator left East Sparrow City, he went in the direction of Great Bear City. He seems to be heading deeper into the Mogao Desert. He has no intention of leaving the Mogao Desert for now, "the bandit cultivator reported carefully.
"Good, good. He dares to stay in the Mogao Desert after killing one of our bandits. He's quite brave.
Continue investigating. If you find any traces of this sword cultivator, inform me immediately. "Old Man Vulture raised his hand. A gust of wind swept up and formed a whirlpool in the underground magma river. Just like the anger in his heart, he said," I want him to pay with his life! "
"Yes, boss."
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