The tenth day.
Early in the morning.
According to the almanac, today was not a good day.
"Master, it's already the tenth day. Ye Fan is on the verge of death. If I go later, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on!"
In the Three Pristines Temple, the Little Taoist Boy knelt in front of Qing Chenzi, who was meditating cross-legged, and said anxiously.
Qing Chenzi, who was sitting on the futon, closed his eyes and looked calm. He turned a deaf ear to the Little Taoist Boy's words.
"Master!" The Little Taoist Boy kowtowed heavily on the ground and said loudly, "I beg you, let me go!"
When Ye Fan was taken away by Gesang Dorj with the golden alms bowl, he had already sensed that Ye Fan was in trouble.
He could sense that Ye Fan was in trouble, let alone Qing Chenzi.
However, Qing Chenzi didn't care about Ye Fan's trouble at all. It was as if he didn't know about it.
After learning about the Demon Slaying Conference, the Little Taoist Boy couldn't hold it in anymore. He asked Qing Chenzi to go and rescue Ye Fan.
However, he didn't expect that Qing Chenzi would flatly refuse his request.
Although the Little Taoist Boy didn't understand why Qing Chenzi did this, he couldn't disobey his master's order. Since Qing Chenzi didn't agree, the Little Taoist Boy didn't dare to go out without permission.
However, last night, the usually calm and dreamless Little Taoist Boy had a very realistic nightmare. He was so shocked that he suddenly sat up on the bed and sweated profusely.
In the dream, Ye Fan was tied to a huge pillar with eight golden chains around his body. His eyes were gone, his arms were broken, and his face was badly mutilated. He didn't even look like a human anymore.
He looked straight at Little Taoist Boy with a pair of bloody holes and didn't say a word.
After waking up, the Little Taoist Boy didn't have time to think. He calculated Ye Fan's situation according to the time of the dream.
However, when he saw the result of the calculation, the Taoist Boy's eyes turned red.
Everything in the dream was real!
He lifted the blanket, changed into a Daoist robe, and carried the sword on his back. He went straight to find Qing Chenzi.
What surprised him was that Qing Chenzi, who was supposed to be resting in the bedroom, was not in the room.
The bedding on the bed was neat and tidy, as if it had not been touched at all!
He searched around the Purple Sun Shrine and finally found Qing Chenzi who was sitting cross-legged and reciting Dao scriptures in the brightly lit Three Purities Hall.
The Taoist Boy knelt down in front of Qing Chenzi without saying a word.
To him, there was no need to say anything. Qing Chenzi already knew everything.
No matter what he was doing, what he was thinking, even if it was just a fleeting thought, Qing Chenzi knew everything.
The master and disciple duo sat cross-legged and recited the scriptures silently, while the other knelt on the ground and remained motionless until dawn.
Seeing that the time of Ye Fan's execution was getting closer and closer, the Taoist Boy could no longer hold it in, so he begged Qing Chenzi.
Seeing the Taoist Boy's sincere words, Qing Chenzi, who was meditating with his eyes closed, said calmly, "It's not that I don't want you to go, but Ye Fan's ten days of suffering are not over yet. If you go to rescue him now, you will not be able to hold back and attack him. In that case, you will only interfere with karma and will not benefit you."
"Today is the tenth day. Why do you say that his ten days of suffering are not over yet?" The kneeling Taoist Boy heard his master speak and immediately asked.
"The time is not up yet." Qing Chenzi said.
"The time is not up yet?" The Taoist Boy asked in surprise, "How much longer?"
Qing Chenzi opened his eyes and slowly stood up. He took out three incense sticks from the incense holder on the table and lit them on the candlestick. Then, he bowed to the statues of the Three Purities and inserted the incense sticks into the incense burner.
"When these incense sticks burn out, Ye Fan's ten days of suffering will be over." Qing Chenzi said as he turned around and walked to the Taoist Boy. He reached out and helped him up. "At that time, you can go and help him."
"Thank you, Master!" The Taoist Boy suddenly understood and bowed to Qing Chenzi.
It was not that Qing Chenzi did not want him to rescue Ye Fan, but he was afraid that he would be swayed by his emotions and interfere with karma, which would damage his merit.
"Remember, you are going to rescue him on behalf of the Purple Sun Temple. You should follow the rules of Dao. Do not act recklessly. Otherwise, I will not forgive you." Qing Chenzi said as he removed the five-colored jade token from his waist and handed it to the Taoist Boy.
"Don't worry, Master. I will remember." The Taoist Boy took the Purple Sun Decree with both hands and said solemnly.
Qing Chenzi put his hands behind his back and slowly left the Three Purities Temple.
The Taoist Boy kept the token and stared at the three incense sticks in the incense burner, hoping that the incense sticks would burn out as soon as possible.
"Sect Master, when are we leaving?"
In the Doujin Palace, Succubus, who was dressed in a black robe and had a delicate face, asked Cui Ziwen, who was standing in front of the crystal window with his back facing her.
"It's not time yet." Cui Ziwen, who was dressed in a black robe with golden threads, looked at the drizzle outside the window and said calmly.
Succubus frowned after hearing this.
"Have you prepared the things I asked you to bring?" Cui Ziwen asked.
"Sect Master, I have brought the Purple Jade Blood Ointment that the King of Persia gave you and the Nine Revolutions Creation Elixir that the State Preceptor of Wu Peng Country gave you, but …" Succubus stopped talking.
"But what?" Cui Ziwen asked.
"Aren't we going to rescue Ye Fan? Why do we have to bring these things? "Succubus asked in confusion.
She had gone out with Cui Ziwen to run errands more than ten times, but this was the first time she had brought the Holy Healing Elixir with her.
"Ye Fan's injuries aren't light right now, so we'll need it later." Cui Ziwen said.
"Ye Fan is injured?" When the Succubus heard Cui Ziwen's words, her beautiful eyes immediately widened and she asked in shock.
She only knew that Ye Fan had been restrained by a Tibetan Buddhist expert with a magical weapon and was about to execute him today. She didn't expect that Ye Fan was already seriously injured!
In her opinion, the Buddhist expert was a benevolent and kind person, so they definitely wouldn't abuse their authority to punish!
"Yes." Cui Ziwen responded.
"Is his injury serious? Is his life in danger? "Succubus asked.
"His injury … is very serious." Cui Ziwen looked out of the window and said.
Succubus' heart instantly sank!
Cui Ziwen always spoke casually, and no matter how serious the matter was, it was like child's play to him. Now, he had personally said that Ye Fan's injury was very serious, and his tone was very serious. He even paused for a moment!
This could only mean one thing, and that was that Ye Fan's injury was very dangerous!
Succubus' eyes reddened when she thought of how Ye Fan was willing to be humiliated in order to save her from Chi Yao.
"When we see Ye Fan later, you're only responsible for treating his injuries. Don't interfere with anything else." Cui Ziwen said to Succubus with his hands behind his back, "We'll set off in one hour."
"Yes, Sect Leader." Succubus blinked and replied …
In the open space of the Ganlu Temple, the prayer flags fluttered and the dharma flags fluttered.
Ye Fan, who was tied to the Eight Extreme Dharma Pillars, had his head lowered. His dirty silver hair covered his face that was full of blisters and badly mangled flesh.
On his shoulders, the bones and wounds that were neatly arranged were a ghastly sight that made one's scalp go numb!
On the ground below the dharma pillars, a large pool of scarlet blood had completely solidified and turned black.
Two ghastly white severed arms were frozen on top of the blood clots. It was a sight that made one's heart tremble and unable to look straight at!
Outside the venue, countless Tibetans who had heard the news and came to participate in the Demon Slaying Conference looked at Ye Fan from afar while pointing and whispering.
A few of them were bold enough to pick up a few stones and throw them at Ye Fan from afar. As they did so, they cursed Ye Fan in Tibetan.
In their eyes, Ye Fan was a demon, a complete demon!
It was a great blessing to be able to witness a demon being killed with their own eyes!
Gesang Dorjee and the Eight Yin Yang Masters who were sitting on the tall dharma platform looked at the scene in front of them with a smile on their faces. They drank the steaming hot butter tea in their hands contentedly.
Behind them, more than three hundred enemies of Eldritch from his previous life were staring at Ye Fan with evil smiles on their faces. They were all holding weapons and staring at him on the dharma pillars. They couldn't wait to pounce on him and tear him into pieces!
Eldritch's eyes were destroyed, his arms were broken, his hamstrings were torn, his cultivation was lost, his treasures were stolen, and he was imprisoned. No matter how capable he was, the famous Eldritch was now a cripple.
Not to mention these people, even if it was just a child, any one of the Tibetan onlookers would be able to take his life!
Patter!
A stone in the hand of a Tibetan hit Ye Fan on the head.
Ye Fan, who had fainted, was gradually awakened by this blow.
He slowly raised his head. His silver hair that was stuck together by pus and blood slowly separated, revealing his horrifying empty bloody eye sockets and his ugly face with pus and blood flowing out.
Boom …
The crowd let out a cry of alarm and suddenly retreated!
After Ye Fan heard the voices of the crowd, he lowered his head again.
He could no longer see anything.
The cold air and the noisy crowd made Ye Fan understand that the Demon Slaying Conference was about to begin.
"I didn't expect him to be injured to this extent!" In the crowd, Matsumoto Takeyoshi, who was wearing a felt hat and a Tibetan robe, whispered in surprise when he saw Ye Fan on the dharma pillars.
If it weren't for the silver hair, Matsumoto Takeyoshi almost couldn't recognize that this person was Ye Fan, who had already joined the Demon Path and whose cultivation defied the heavens!
"The Han people have an old saying, 'A dragon in the shallows will be teased by shrimps; a tiger in the plains will be bullied by dogs.' It seems that today is the day of his death." The tall Sasaki, who was holding a saber in his hand, whispered to Matsumoto Takeyoshi.
Beside him, Akiichi Miyamoto frowned and didn't say anything.
The three of them had carefully dressed up in order to participate in this Demon Slaying Conference.
The tall Sasaki put on makeup to look like an old Tibetan with a hunched back and a face full of beard. He hid his huge and slender saber in a thick wooden crutch.
Akiichi Miyamoto, who was wearing a black heavy armor from head to toe, was wearing a loose Tibetan robe, a huge felt hat, and a scarf covering his face. He looked out through the gaps of the scarf.
"The State Preceptor of this dynasty, Master Lu of Mao Mountain, has arrived!" As the gatekeeper outside the venue shouted, Lu Yuanshan, who was wearing a golden Taoist robe, slowly walked in from outside the venue.
With his left hand behind his back and his right arm raised, he walked toward the spell platform in high spirits.
Behind him, the Savage Zombie King, who was wearing an apricot yellow Taoist robe, followed closely behind him with an expressionless face.
Matsumoto Takeyoshi coldly looked at the arrogant Lu Yuanshan with a gloomy look in his eyes.
As soon as he heard that the State Preceptor of this dynasty had arrived, Gesang Dorji, who was sitting in the center of the spell platform, hurriedly left his seat and brought the Eight Yin Yang Disciples and the 300 Eldritch Enemies to Lu Yuanshan.
"This old monk, Gesang Dorji, greets the State Preceptor." Gesang Dorji put his palms together and bowed to Lu Yuanshan.
"The Eight Yin Yang Disciples greet the State Preceptor." The head of the Eight Yin Yang Disciples, Tian Qian, waved his horsetail whisk and bowed to Lu Yuanshan.
They were all Taoists, so they naturally greeted him with Taoist etiquette.
* Clatter … *
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