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Chapter 627: He's Not Stupid, But Are You Smart?
Chapter 627: He's Not Stupid, But Are You Smart?
In the dimly lit room, Zhikong Master tried to make his questioning sound gentler, but the man, with his wet pants, huddled in the corner, answered a question and couldn't help but glance fearfully at the figure in the corner of the room.
The black-robed youth sat quietly on a wooden chair, his gaze shifting, appearing distracted. But with each light tap of his fingertips on the table, the man's body trembled, and he quickly turned his head to stare at Zhikong, wishing he could take out his heart to prove his words.
Shen Yi had little interest in the matters of the Bodhimanda Sect.
Mainly because he couldn't understand it.
He quietly stared at the altar in the wall crack, gazing at the benevolent-looking rat-headed deity statue, gradually lost in thought.
Zhikong Master was a practitioner comparable to a Seventh Rank True Immortal. If he were in Hongze, his status would be equivalent to another Shi Ren, holding the power over the lives of countless beings. Yet, his actions were as immature as a child.
This contrast made Shen Yi feel slightly startled.
The reason was simple.
Shen Yi realized that after just one day of experiencing the outside world, he was gradually lowering his guard.
It was as if a refugee from a war-torn land had suddenly entered a peaceful and prosperous era, momentarily unsure if the fault lay with himself or with this prosperous world.
He couldn't understand anything, nor could he figure out anything.
Take, for example, the deity statue before him.
Shen Yi had a good understanding of the power of incense and faith, but he couldn't comprehend how a demonic being that Zhikong personally pursued, regardless of its realm, could possibly be below the Dao Realm? Such a powerful existence had come to preach in the households of Jianyang Prefecture?
It was even less impressive than the river deity he had encountered in Qingzhou.
What use could such a meager amount of incense and faith have for them? Or perhaps, their desires were not for incense and faith... Shen Yi suddenly recalled the faint yellow mist that Zhikong Master had swallowed when he was begging for food earlier.
Oh well, once he obtained the cultivation method, he would ask this Bodhimanda Sect practitioner later.
Seeing that Zhikong Master had finished questioning, Shen Yi stood up and stretched lazily, gently rubbing the ring on his finger as he slowly walked out the door.
Now that he needed help from others, he finally had the intention to contribute.
After all, although he had over two thousand years of demon lifespan stored in his body, he couldn't just sit and do nothing. Looking at the outside world, it wasn't easy for him to earn more demon lifespan.
Of course, he also needed to assess the situation. If it was too dangerous, then it would be better to let it go.
"He's indeed a habitual offender, and he doesn't even blush when he lies."
The female disciple from Ziyu Sect picked up the jade token on the table with a scowl, muttering in dissatisfaction.
Impersonating a Divine Dynasty official was not something an ordinary person could do, especially with such familiarity. Who knows how many times he had done this before.
"You should keep quiet," the male disciple sighed. They had worked so hard to find this person, but now it seemed that Zhikong Master didn't even acknowledge their existence, and all the credit was taken by Shen Yi.
They hadn't asked for a reward, only hoping to establish a connection... Alas!
Unfortunately, the youth was clearly not an easy target, so it was better not to offend him. It was best to take this loss quietly.
"Please wait, patrons," Zhikong Master said, calming the couple before taking a step forward to chase after them.
He first bowed to the Ziyu Sect Dao Companion in gratitude, then quickly walked over to Shen Yi's side and said with a wry smile, "Thank you, Immortal Friend Shen. If not for you, I wouldn't know what to do. However, impersonating an official is a serious offense. If this brings any trouble and the court comes looking for us, please let it be on me."
"..."
Shen Yi glanced at the master with slight surprise.
He had thought that the master would scold him, but he didn't expect him to be so flexible and also have a sense of loyalty.
This made him suddenly remember a friend he had met in Boyun County.
"Taking others' money and doing their bidding is only natural," Shen Yi said, withdrawing his gaze and nodding slightly.
"The common people are suffering and easily deceived. The fault does not lie with them but with my senior brother," Zhikong sighed as he walked and talked. "My senior brother attained the position of a practitioner and wanted to serve in the Immortal Court, but due to his ugly appearance, he was pushed aside by another senior brother..."
"In anger, he stole the practitioner's position and secretly descended to the mortal realm."
However, Zhikong didn't realize that when he mentioned the word 'practitioner,' Shen Yi's fingers, which had been fiddling with the ring, suddenly stopped. He put aside his previous intention to help and acted as if nothing had happened.
After confirming with his eyes, he realized that this was someone he couldn't afford to offend.
Moreover, from the sound of it, this was an internal matter of the Bodhimanda Sect, so he couldn't get involved.
Although Shen Yi didn't understand much about the outside world, he at least knew that the Bodhimanda Sect was one of the Three Teachings, which meant it was one-third of the Immortal Court.
"May I ask, Master, what is the position of a practitioner?" Since Shen Yi didn't plan to get involved further, he boldly asked in advance.
Master Zhikong was taken aback for a moment, then realized that the other party was a wandering Immortal without a master.
He lacked experience but was not entirely ignorant of worldly affairs, and after hearing those words, he understood what Shen Xianyou was seeking.
For wandering Immortals, this knowledge required years of effort, traveling to many places, and doing menial tasks for Immortal families before they could finally obtain it.
Master Zhikong shook his head, turned around, and handed a letter to the two from Ziyun Sect, "This is what the couple gave me. With this, you can find that person's trail. I'll leave it to you two."
The Dao companions forced a smile and nodded, watching the familiarity between the monk and the wandering Immortal. Now, they could only hope to gain some merit.
After finishing the important matters, Master Zhikong turned back and tried to explain in simpler terms, "The so-called 'Xingzhe Guo Wei' is roughly the same as the 'Taiyi Dao Fruit' of the Immortals. In terms of power, it's comparable to a Fifth-Rank Immortal Official."
"In the Bodhimanda Sect, to obtain the 'Xingzhe Guo Wei', one must first become a disciple of a revered master, pass their trials, and then, upon success, become a 'Xingzhe' under the revered master..."
"They are called 'Luohan'."
Shen Yi listened carefully and asked in a soft voice, "How does one obtain this 'Guo Wei'?"
In the Divine Land, casually inquiring about the secrets of the Three Teachings was extremely presumptuous.
But since Master Zhikong had decided to speak, he didn't hold back, "Read the scriptures, calmly face tribulations, and the number of tribulations varies depending on the 'Guo Wei'."
"There are seventy-two 'Guo Wei', and the 'Dragon-Tiger Scripture' stolen by my senior brother is ranked thirty-first. Even with the best temperament, one must experience at least eighty-one tribulations, and the higher-ranked ones require even more tribulations."
"What are tribulations?" Shen Yi asked, like a child who didn't understand, unbothered by embarrassment.
"One tribulation spans twelve million nine hundred thousand years."
Master Zhikong sighed, "When you enter the mortal world with your physical body, there's no need to ask about tribulations. When the time comes, the 'Guo Wei' will naturally be achieved."
"So..." Shen Yi's eyes twitched, and he re-evaluated the monk before him, "Can you live for a million years?"
"Impossible," Master Zhikong opened up, no longer as reserved as before, and even rolled his eyes, "Going through the physical tribulation is ancient history. According to the elders, in the past, cultivators had to find various ways to prolong their lifespan to accumulate the required number of tribulations."
"As for now..."
Master Zhikong took out a dirty cold steamed bun from his robe and chewed heartily, "These mortal objects gather the aspirations of countless beings. If we are willing to pray for the people and endure suffering, we can gain their aspirations and pass through the mental tribulation."
"The mind is fleeting, and a snap of the fingers can span ten thousand years."
As the words landed, Shen Yi finally felt a sense of sudden clarity.
Many incomprehensible things suddenly became clear.
Although Master Zhikong spoke in a rambling manner, the truth was that these cultivators were dissatisfied with enduring time and had devised a shortcut through their research.
It's just enduring tribulations. I, alone, endure twelve million nine hundred thousand years for one tribulation.
Since I'm powerful, I can endure more suffering, and if I take on the suffering of those mortals, it's like enduring one tribulation for every five hundred years of their lives, so two hundred people are equivalent to one tribulation.
No wonder... these Immortals are willing to stay put, possessing the power to overturn mountains and seas, yet they are content to be rainmakers and teach children in the Divine Dynasty.
Their so-called aspirations are this Majestic Heavenly Qi that envelops the Divine Land!
Some rely on begging, while others deceive.
After experiencing the Hongze incident and witnessing how Qinghua collected so much merit, Shen Yi could think of a third, more convenient, and even more inhumane method.
He didn't believe that other cultivators couldn't think of it.
"..."
Shen Yi slowed his steps, and a question suddenly popped into his mind.
This Majestic Heavenly Qi... what if it's consumed? If the monks and Immortals consume it, will the Divine Land ruled by the Heavenly Emperor still possess the same governing power as it does now?
Damn it.
Shen Yi patted his forehead, concerned about his own safety, yet he still had the leisure to think about these things.
However, if he could obtain that 'Dragon-Tiger Scripture' and attain the 'Dragon-Tiger Luohan Guo Wei', before even reaching the Immortal Court, wouldn't there be a chance to resolve Zilin's situation?
Shen Yi turned his gaze back to Master Zhikong.
Tsk, no wonder everyone wants to get close to the disciples of the Three Teachings, this is like a gigantic treasure trove.
"Master Zhikong, we're here."
Just then, the Dao companions from Ziyun Sect stopped at a desolate location. Under the suppression of the Majestic Heavenly Qi, their Qi-sensing techniques were severely hindered, and the man even had to take a pill to enhance his abilities before finding his way here.
Master Zhikong looked around and noticed that the area had already gathered many wary-looking commoners.
Especially after seeing a bald man approach, many people glared at him with hostility and then got up and dispersed.
Zhikong, the monk, didn't show any anger and calmly sat cross-legged on the ground.
As night fell, fires lit up everywhere, and the four figures gradually became lost in the sea of people.
A warm breeze blew from the nearby hills, dispelling the chill from everyone's bodies.
"Lingguang's Universal Illumination."
With a soft whisper, all the torches went out instantly, but the surroundings became even brighter.
The crowd gradually stood up, and the mountain breeze blew, carrying with it specks of spiritual light that lingered on everyone's clothes.
"Master..."
The two cultivators from Ziyun Sect had their faces turn solemn in an instant.
They looked at Zhikong, the monk, with uncertainty.
This was clearly the authentic skill of the Bodhimanda Sect; how could it be some kind of demonic technique?
What a joke, with the foundation of their Ziyun Sect, how dare they come looking for a big shot from the Bodhimanda Sect?
"Rest assured, fellow cultivators, I swear on my life that this matter will not implicate you."
"Now that the person has been found, I ask that you two immortal friends leave quickly and avoid getting hurt."
Zhikong, the master, sat cross-legged, and as he spoke, his tattered robe began to ripple slightly, and a layer of golden light emerged from his skin, making his entire face look dignified and awe-inspiring.
"After I finish dealing with this matter, I will definitely thank you properly."
Under the dim glow of the night sky, this thin body seemed like a brilliant sun, startling the surrounding crowd, who all stumbled and backed away.
Hearing this, the two cultivators from Ziyun Sect actually felt a bit embarrassed: "We didn't mean it... Ah, please forgive us, Master."
Indeed, they couldn't possibly offend another disciple of the Bodhimanda Sect just because of one disciple.
Moreover, involving the conflict of wanderers was not something they could meddle in. To put it bluntly, a slap from them could crush them to death.
"Farewell, Master." The two didn't hesitate at all and turned to leave.
They even felt a bit relieved, fortunate that a repeat offender had come to steal the spotlight, leaving this merit... to this loose cultivator senior.
"Fellow Immortal Shen."
Zhikong stood up, took out a crumpled copybook from his bosom, and handed it to Shen Yi: "You should go too. Thank you for your help on this trip."
"..."
Shen Yi took the copybook without much courtesy.
Just as the Earth God Temple's attendant boy had said, at the loose cultivator realm, it was indeed insufficient to hunt for demons and evil beings in the Divine Dynasty.
With Zhikong, the master's cultivation level, staying in this place would only burden him.
Instead of lingering here, it would be better to find a place to study this cultivation technique first.
Just by pretending to be a fake constable, he had obtained a cultivation technique that could break through the seventh rank; such a ridiculous deal might not come his way again in this lifetime.
"Take care, Master."
Shen Yi nodded slightly and turned to leave.
After the three of them had walked far enough, Zhikong finally relaxed, extended his palm, and used his spiritual light to protect the locals. Then, he leaped into the air, transforming into a golden streak of light that soared towards the mountain peak!
When he landed, he was already standing at the entrance of a dilapidated temple in the mountains.
The monk casually reached out his palm, and a thick, rounded staff landed in his hand.
He raised his left palm and bowed towards the temple, and the immaturity he had shown among the commoners instantly vanished. He stood there like a divine being: "Zhikong, for the third time, I ask Senior Brother to return to the sect with me to atone for my sins. This time, there really won't be a next time."
Inside the temple, silence prevailed, and after an unknown duration, a hunched and despicable figure finally emerged.
He was also dressed as a monk, but he had a hideous rat's head, with long whiskers, and looked slightly disgusting.
He strolled leisurely to Zhikong, lifted his head, and sighed: "Look at this beautiful body of yours, and you don't want to be an official in the Immortal Court. What a fool."
"Senior Brother Lingguang," Zhikong, the monk, tightly gripped the staff and took a deep breath.
In an instant, the staff thundered down like lightning, but it stopped right before touching the rat demon's forehead.
It wasn't that the monk was soft-hearted, but the rat demon casually sat on the ground, showing no intention to resist, and instead, he covered his forehead with his five fingers.
"My legs are indeed not a match for yours."
"There indeed won't be a next time."
"Because if you chase me again, I'll make you feel guilty once more. I want to see if your shoulders can bear the weight of more lives."
The rat demon grinned, revealing a mouthful of rotten teeth, and stared at Zhikong with a sly smile, silently saying: "Stupid dog."
As his words fell, he forcefully crushed his own head with his five fingers.
His entire body instantly turned into clay, and the pieces scattered on the ground with a clatter.
"..."
Zhikong stared at the pile of broken stones under his feet, suddenly turned around, without a word, and ran down the mountain like a madman!
(End of Chapter)
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