Daoist Master of Qing Xuan

Shen Lian did not chase after the lady in azure green as she got further. For him to keep the woman there was something he could do just by thinking about it, effortless.

By now, other than the legitimate immortal Zhenren and Golden Luohan, nobody could do anything to him.

The Bamboo of No Desire was the magical weapon of Zizai Temple. The flower basket was in fact weaved by the branches of the Bamboo of No Desire. Zizai Temple had a long history and there was once an immortal Zhenren who had achieved Basket-carrying Guanyin Body, and one of the instruments was just like the flower basket.

The lady in azure green would not have the ability to steal an instrument from the Zizai Temple. Not even Huangji Fo could do it.

It seemed likely that the instrument was stolen when a student of Zizai Temple was out wandering. He was most probably captured too.

The abbess of Zizai Temple, Daoist Liuqing, was friends with his founding master, Fairy Ziling. Furthermore, Ziling actually took some Jingzhu, Bamboo of No Desire, by force to entrap Yanxu. Because of that, Shen Lian could not just ignore what happened.

But now he still had to wait for someone, and hence the reason why he was still sitting there.

A lady in white muslin dress walked in. She had an alluring body, but it was not profane.

She walked slowly and sat down next to Shen Lian. Even Jimo Peak and the beautiful lake were not as gorgeous as her. Zhao Xiaoyu smiled, “It seems that I’ve invited the right person. For you now, the people at Jimo Peak are no different from shapes without souls.”

“You are really injured,” Shen Lian frowned slightly. He could tell that Zhao Xiaoyu’s cultivation experience had a significant breakthrough and she was perhaps only half a step away from becoming a deity. It was unbelievable that she was injured.

Zhao Xiaoyu smiled, “With your word, despite how severely I am injured, I still feel happy because you care about me.”

Shen Lian sighed, “You are not wounded severely, but at the very least you still need to rest for a period of time to recover to your optimum condition. Until today, do you still want to fight for the position of the Daluo Saintess?”

“Why not? You have to help me to get the position of the Daluo Saintess.” Zhao Xiaoyu bit her petal-like soft lips. Her brows were slightly pressed, like the willow. With that appearance, countless men in the world would have been charmed.

“Oh, why so?” Shen Lian felt odd.

“Because we have common enemies now. Do you know who paid for Tianwaitian? It was Qingyin that little bitch.”

“There have always been conflicts between you two. I can tell she is indeed your strongest competitor,” Shen Lian spoke. He knew what the Sacred Nun Qingyin was about. Regardless of her cultivation experience, she had a lot of masters under her. She was not someone people would like to offend.

“Indeed, Hong Yangzi and Huangji Fo are nobody compared to Qingyin that little bitch. I am not a ‘vegetarian’. I’ve already figured out even how many moles she has on her chest,” Zhao Xiaoyu sneered.

Shen Lian coughed, “Just tell me the main point.”

“Erm, so even Chief Shen wants to know how many moles she has on her chest?” Zhao Xiaoyu smiled like a blooming flower. Her beauty was unbelievable.

Shen Lian smiled, “I am not sure how many moles she has on her chest, but I want to know about you, Xiaoyu.”

Before he finished, a stroke with the strength of Wusheng Finger approached suddenly and it made Shen Lian stop speaking.

Shen Lian sat straight and stayed in place. The stroke of Wusheng Finger which could penetrate even a giant rock disappeared in mid sky. He dispersed the technique silently like it had no effect on him. It was because his cultivation experience had reached Ruhua and it was not something that could be measured by common sense anymore.

Zhao Xiaoyu felt slightly stunned, she did not expect Shen Lian’s supernatural power had reached such an improved state.

She gained her composure, “Stop joking. Qingyin belongs to Guangqing. If she wants to fight for Daluo Saintess, for what reason, even if not mentioned, it will not be a good thing, especially for you.”

Shen Lian’s expression changed slightly, and he said, “Is it true?”

“Naturally, I won’t joke about this,” Zhao Xiaoyu replied.

Shen Lian spoke softly, “Don’t worry, you will become Daluo Saintess.”

He spoke it like it had no significance, but it seemed to confirm Zhao Xiaoyu’s position as the Daluo Saintess, as if it was a fact that could not be overturned.

Zhao Xiaoyu looked at Shen Lian silently. She could feel the depth and the determination of his words. She did not doubt if he could make it happen. She felt deeply moved as Shen Lian had grown to become a towering tree that could provide shelter to others. She did not expect this day to come so soon. It made her feel like it would be hard to catch up to him.

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Huangji Temple was not called Huangji Temple initially, but as Huangji Fo became the master, the name was changed.

In the main hall of the temple, Huangji Fo was sitting down on a lotus platform. He was tall, standing at six feet. His skin was glowing like gold, as if a Buddha had descended in the human world.

From the color of his skin, for people who were knowledgeable, they would know this person was not far from Golden Luohan. The depth of his Dharma was comparable to those enlightened monks.

The lady in azure green who was in the restaurant previously came in from the outside.

Huang Jimo smiled widely and revealed his wide mouth, “Saintess, please get up. How are things?”

“I’ve captured Cang Yingzi, but I need to report one thing to you, Buddhist Master.” The lady in azure green responded with respect.

“What is it? Could it be that there were some incidents related to the capture of Cang Yingzi?”

“When I was capturing him, I met a master with incredible depth. He even asked me if the flower basket is weaved with the Bamboo of No Desire,” The lady in azure green replied.

After she finished, she looked carefully at Huangji Fo, hoping to notice something.

Huangji Fo had no response when he heard about the Bamboo of No Desire. He asked, “Is that all?”

“After that, I did not dare to deal with him any longer, so I brought Cang Yingzi along and left. Fortunately, he did not seem to be hostile, and he too did not follow us,” the lady in azure green spoke softly.

Huangji Fo sighed, “It is not that he did not chase after you, he is already here.”

The lady in azure green was stunned, “How is that possible?”

Then Huangji Fo put his palms together and said, “My friend, since you’re already here, please come in.” His voice was loud, and it was heard even far away like a legitimate Buddha had spoken.

There came a distant voice from outside, “I used to spend some time in the Xi Huang and I’ve heard about your name, Huangji. While you are within the evil sect, you’re still one of the top masters. I have been wanting to meet you for a long time.”

A person who was dressed in green walked slowly towards the Huangji Temple. There were many students of Huangji Fo in the temple, and there were even tens of the restraints of the Buddhist techniques. He treated all of them like nothing and had entered easily.

He walked leisurely into the main hall, and his eyes came in contact with Huangji Fo, as if there were sparks flying around within the fume of the main hall.

Huangji Fo spoke with a deep voice, “My friend you have great experience in Xuan technique. If you want to see me, please come directly, why do you have to follow my Saintess? It seems inappropriate.” The lady in azure green saw the man in green and she transmitted a message through her mind, “Buddhist Master, it is not this person.”

Huangji Fo looked slightly awkward, he then laughed to relieve the awkwardness. His laugh had shaken the main hall. He then asked, “Why are you here my friend? If you want to fight, I am afraid I might be too harsh and hurt the harmony.”