I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense Chapter 1233

Chapter 1233: Chapter 1234: Return to the Buddhist Pagoda for a Look Chapter 1233: Chapter 1234: Return to the Buddhist Pagoda for a Look One man, one chicken, one dog embarked on their sea voyage. In Buddha Country, Ergouzi's cultivated merits were more useful than anything; Ji Wuqing ensured their safety, allowing them to hide inside him to avoid disaster upon encountering a strong opponent.

“Little Chicken, you hover first, Ergouzi and I are going to check out the Buddhist Pagoda.”

Li Xiaobai took out the Five-colored Altar and said.

Understanding his intention, Ji Wuqing opened his mouth and swallowed one man, one dog, and the altar, then lay down on the golden chariot and drifted along the sea, quite cooperative; now only the words “big business” could make him calm and obey.

Inside his belly.

Li Xiaobai and Ergouzi landed in a soft, wet place that should be the stomach of the Little Yellow Chicken.

“Let's scout the Buddhist Pagoda first. I don't know if they've finished drawing out Huazi who was left there last time. I hope those prisoners haven't been assimilated by the Power of Faith within the pagoda again.”

Li Xiaobai took out a bag of premium Immortal Stones, placed them on the altar, and with radiant light, a space tunnel slowly opened. Winds and lightning surged inside, and it took a few breaths to stabilize.

“Woof, kid, tolls should start with the Buddhist Pagoda!”

Excitement twinkled in Ergouzi's eyes. The Buddhist Nation of the Western Continent was an entire continent, vastly larger than the Eastern Continent. If they could open up Tangneng First-class and good quality shops there, secure a firm footing, they would easily become billionaires!

“The cultivators inside the Buddhist Pagoda are so poor, they're cleaner than their faces. Moreover, didn't you already scavenge through the first three levels of all the Immortal Realm cultivators last time you came?”

Li Xiaobai glanced at Ergouzi and spoke indifferently.

He remembered quite clearly that last time Ergouzi, alongside Liu Jinshui, sneakily looted all the Heavenly and Earthly Immortal Realm cultivators from the first, second, and third floors.

“Well, we haven't scavenged the Semi-Saints yet, kid. The brave die of bravery, the timid die of hunger. Look at you, you're even capable of exchanging a few moves with Saint Realm powerhouses now. Our targets must change as well, stop always looking at the ants of the Immortal Realm. At most they are just two or three little cats, nothing worthwhile to scam.”

Ergouzi curled his lip and started its brainwashing education. Li Xiaobai was speechless inside; this dog was merely at the Earth Immortal Realm itself, where did it get the nerve to call those of the Immortal Realm just big ants?

He felt that this wretched dog had become even more unwarranted after their trip around the Blood Demon Sect.

A man and a dog passed through the space tunnel, and after many days, returned to the sixth level of the Buddhist Pagoda, the former residence of Yan Zuzi, situated in the room at the eyes of Buddha, the highest location of the entire pagoda.

The Five-colored Altar was firmly stuck in the cracks of the ground's surface, quietly lying there, undetected.

Li Xiaobai guessed that Master Wuyuzi, the Abbot of the Great Thunderclap Temple, due to the scrutiny of all the major forces of the Central Origin Realm, did not come to investigate personally. Otherwise, with the ability of a Saint Realm powerhouse, they would have discovered the little secret within the Buddhist Pagoda long ago.

“Woof, kid, nobody's here, those Bald Donkeys didn't come in!”

Ergouzi exclaimed.

“Shush, we underground workers must maintain silence, be cautious in our actions!”

Li Xiaobai quietly chided.

A man and a dog slowly made their way downstairs, carefully passing through the eye sockets and the mouth of Buddha. Both rooms were empty, with no new prisoners replenishing since Yitilou and Yan Zuzi had escaped to freedom. The Buddha Nation had not dispatched monks to garrison and guard, nor to ascertain the truth.

This was within Li Xiaobai's expectations. Recently, the Western Continent had seen frequent disturbances, not only with the escape of two powerful beings from the Buddhist Pagoda but also with his spreading of news about the Buddha Nation experimenting on children. Now, all major powers had their eyes fixed on every move of the Buddha Nation, with spies even lurking within its territory. Despite this, the Great Thunderclap Temple only dared to perform a symbolic inspection of the pagoda, not daring any significant actions.

Otherwise, if the existence of the two incarcerated Saint Realm powerhouses were exposed, the pressure on the Buddhist Sect would be unprecedented.

Further down, on the fourth floor, were the Half-Saint Cultivators held in custody. This level, scarcely populated, housed those who lived reclusively without ever revealing their true faces.

Continuing downwards, beyond this, were the prison cells for Immortal Realm cultivators. Upon reaching this level, Li Xiaobai was shocked by the scene before him: the third floor's cells had been carved out, utterly destroyed, turned into a plain. In the center, there stood a high platform with a stick of incense slowly burning, its green smoke curling up into the air.

A group of Heavenly Immortal Realm powerhouses was sitting cross-legged around the platform, exerting themselves to draw in the faint traces of essence in the air, to keep their Spiritual Platforms clear and unreached by the Power of Faith.

This scene looked oddly strange, and those unaware of the circumstances might even mistake it for some religious ceremony if they saw it!

After observing for a while, Li Xiaobai silently took out a pack of incense and placed it on the platform, lighting it. Tens of incense sticks burning together was an impressive sight. The white smoke went from a wispy thread to billowing clouds, quickly engulfing the many cultivators. He could clearly see the cultivators' bodies involuntarily shivering, their faces revealing a look of fascination and enjoyment, and then suddenly, they opened their eyes wide in surprise.

“It's Young Master Li!”

“Young Master Li has returned!”

“I knew it, Young Master Li wouldn't abandon us. Look, he's brought us incense!”

When they recognized Li Xiaobai, all of the Heavenly Immortal Realm powerhouses showed expressions of surprise and excitement.

“My friends, it's been a long time. You look much improved, although quite run-down,” said Li Xiaobai with a chuckle.

“It is our fault for not strictly following your instructions, Young Master. We couldn't resist the temptation, causing the incense supply to sharply decrease, and we had no choice but to resort to this strategy while waiting for your arrival,” admitted the cultivators somewhat embarrassedly. They were so captivated by the flavor of the incense that they quickly ran out at the rate of one pack per person per day. In the end, they were left with only one stick for each cultivator to share daily, a decidedly pitiful situation.

“No worries. This time, my visit is precisely to replenish our comrades' stock. Rest assured, I, Li Xiaobai, guarantee to safely lead everyone out of the Buddha Nation!” he announced.

“However, this is the most difficult time for us right now. I ask all comrades to continue to wait and to stand firm at your posts!” Li Xiaobai spoke gravely.

“Don't worry, Young Master Li, we've endured for so many years, and we're not about to fail now. If there's anything you need help with, just say the word!” the cultivators responded seriously, unable to hide their excitement at the thought of regaining their freedom.

“Well, there is indeed one thing I need to consult with you about. Having been in the Buddha Nation for such a long time, tell me, how can one establish a footing on this land without being eroded by the Power of Faith?” Li Xiaobai inquired, addressing a concern of great importance to him. If assimilation by the Power of Faith was a prerequisite to legitimately remain in the Buddha Nation, then how could he possibly run his shop?

“Within the Pure Land of the Buddha Nation, it seems no one can maintain their true self without being assimilated. However, there is only one way to make a name and stand firm in the Buddha Country: to own a monastery, attract followers, and possess a vast amount of merit, as this is the only way to convince others with virtue.”

Chapter end

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