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Chapter 291 - 0288: Crossing Tribulation is So Tiring

Chapter 291: Chapter 0288: Crossing Tribulation is So Tiring

The villagers had just seen a flash of golden light on the distant hillside.

That was immortals battling with their techniques.

Startled, they hid indoors, not daring to come out.

The majesty of immortals was beyond their imagination. They were just ordinary mortals—offending immortals could bring endless disaster.

Even worse, what if they angered the immortals, dragging the entire village into calamity?

The Great Thunder Heavenly Dragon Treasure Temple.

This place was sacred and solemn, surrounded by countless Buddha Bone Relic Towers. Atop each relic tower was enshrined a shimmering shard, exuding profound Buddhist aura.

In the unseen realms.

These relics were connected, forming an immensely powerful Buddha Realm that enveloped the surroundings. Simultaneously, from all directions of heaven and earth, an invisible yellow essence streamed inward, gathering in a radiant and majestic building.

These were offerings of incense and worship.

In mortal temples, when mortals burned incense, bowed to the Buddha, and offered sincere prayers, these offerings of faith were funneled here.

The Immortal Path, the Demon Path, and the Demon Clan needed none of this; only the Buddhist Sect utilized this method to the fullest, extracting the value of mortals entirely.

Moreover.

This required little effort from the Buddhist Sect. They merely needed to train through incense offerings, practice alchemy, refine artifacts, and consolidate their karmic fortune within the Buddhist Sect, while those at the mortal temples collected incense money, meeting their own needs willingly and diligently.

At this moment.

A figure appeared.

It was the old monk who had exchanged blows with Lin Fan. Having gained no advantage in the confrontation, he slinked back in disgrace.

Within the Buddhist Hall.

The old monk’s expression was composed, but his heart seethed with rage. In front of him, an even older monk sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, rhythmically striking a wooden fish. The "dong dong" sound resounded, then transformed into a surge of Buddha Power, flowing into the injured monk’s body.

"Jing Shan, who wounded you?" the ancient monk asked slowly.

Jing Shan replied, "A benefactor who conspired with a demon. Though this demon has yet to fully rise, it is quite remarkable. If allowed to grow, it will stir a great calamity under the heavens. Unexpectedly, that benefactor’s cultivation was profound; I was no match for him and even had my Golden Bowl shattered."

The ancient monk’s expression did not change, but his heart brimmed with astonishment. His hand, which had been rhythmically striking the wooden fish, stilled slightly.

Though the Golden Bowl was not some peerless treasure, it was a low-grade Dao Artifact, sanctified through the Buddhist Sect’s incense offerings. To destroy a low-grade Dao Artifact implied considerable strength.

"The guidance of the Heavenly Dao signals a major event. This cannot be taken lightly."

"Jing De, Jing Yu, accompany Jing Shan to exorcise the demon and bring that benefactor back. Anyone corrupted by demonic influence will have a damaged Dao heart, riddled with demonic flaws. If left alone, they will surely fall into the Demon Path. My Buddha shows mercy, wishing to save all sentient beings and lead them toward goodness."

The ancient monk instructed.

"Understood," the two monks replied.

Jing Shan let out a sigh of relief. With his two senior brothers accompanying him, the demon would surely be eliminated, along with capturing the benefactor.

After all, his two senior brothers had been cultivating four hundred years longer than he had; their strength was unfathomable.

"I’ll rely on you, my brothers," Jing Shan said.

The two eminent monks nodded and said, "Lead the way, junior brother."

...

"Immortal Master, are you really an immortal?" In the village, the children surrounded Lin Fan, curiously staring at him. Unlike the adults, they showed no fear of him.

Lin Fan noticed this as well.

The villagers appeared fearful around him, likely because they had witnessed his earlier clash with the old monk.

Holding the White Fox, Lin Fan smiled and said, "Since you’re calling me Immortal Master, what do you think?"

Suddenly.

The children began chattering excitedly. Though they were village kids, they were plump and full of life—only smeared with a bit of dust on their faces.

"See? I told you he’s an Immortal Master, but you didn’t believe me!"

A chubby child leading the group, sporting a quirky hairstyle, spoke proudly.

His smug demeanor was as if the truth had proved his superiority.

Lin Fan gently stroked the White Fox, a warm smile forming as he regarded the children. The title "Immortal Master" seemed amusing to him. After all, he wasn’t an immortal yet, merely a cultivator—though immortal ascension didn’t seem far given his current progress.

The elder who had greeted Lin Fan upon his arrival stood watching from a distance.

He had witnessed everything that had happened over the recent days.

Lin Fan walked up to the elder, saying, "Elder, rest assured. I harbor no malice toward you. The Heavenly Dao has brought a tribulation upon me here, so I’ve temporarily settled on the mountain to endure it. I swear I won’t harm any common folk."

The elder’s face, wrinkled from age, carried the serenity of someone for whom death held no fear. His only lingering attachment was toward the people and things around him.

"May I ask, Immortal Master, will we be affected by your tribulation?"

Lin Fan replied, "Not at all. The tribulation targets only me and won’t involve anyone else. If you’re willing to temporarily lend me the wooden house on the hillside, I’ll ensure the village’s safety and prosperity for generations after I overcome my tribulation."

"Then I thank you, Immortal Master," the elder said, reassured.

Lin Fan then returned to the courtyard of the wooden house with the White Fox.

Only now did he fully sense the workings of fate within the heavens. When influenced by the Heavenly Dao, the feeling of being controlled was deeply unsettling.

The tribulation was here.

Whether one resisted or evaded, the tribulation would adapt and persist.

It defied logic.

If every tribulation were so meticulously orchestrated by the Heavenly Dao, how could it handle it all?

Never mind.

Better not to overthink such convoluted matters.

"Tell me, little White Fox, why aren’t you cultivating? Are you not in a hurry to undergo transformation? But I must admit, your bloodline is remarkably unique—I’ve never encountered a demon clan member with such bloodline before."

Lin Fan gently stroked the White Fox’s fur, soft and silky, like touching a woman’s skin.

Can you believe that kind of sensation?

The White Fox lay snoozing contentedly in Lin Fan’s arms, appearing utterly relaxed and unconcerned.

Lin Fan understood that the White Fox was destined to play a role in his tribulation. View the correct content at fre.ewe(bn)ovel.c om

He was naturally curious to see what kind of calamity it would trigger.

Several days later.

Lin Fan remained in the house, cultivating, while the White Fox napped nearby.

Suddenly.

A faint buzzing sound, like murmurs of scripture, began emanating from afar, reverberating in his ears.

The White Fox, upon hearing the chanting, bristled as though deeply frightened. But under Lin Fan’s soothing touch, the White Fox calmed down.

"They’ve arrived?"

Lin Fan carried the White Fox and stepped outside. Although no figures were yet visible, he could sense three distinct energies approaching from a distance—another confrontation seemed imminent.

To be cautious.

He casually set up an array, isolating the village from any potential harm.

As for leaving this place, he saw no need.

Once battle commenced, the resulting ripples might affect hundreds of miles, but moving to a different location would solve the issue easily enough.

Soon.

Three figures appeared above the wooden house.

One of them was, unsurprisingly, the old monk whom Lin Fan had previously driven off. At this moment, however, the old monk stood deferentially behind the other two monks.

As expected.

The cultivation of these two monks was in the True Immortal Realm, far superior to the previous challenger.

"Honorable masters, what brings you here from afar?" Lin Fan asked.

Jing Shan pointed at the White Fox in Lin Fan’s arms, saying, "Brothers, that is the demon we must eliminate."

The two monks did not answer Lin Fan’s question but instead focused on the White Fox. Their eyes shone with radiant Buddha Light, as if trying to pierce through the fox’s very essence.

The White Fox, feeling the oppressive gaze, cowered in fear within Lin Fan’s arms. Lin Fan waved a hand, effortlessly blocking the penetrating stares.

"Hey! You two old monks, I’ve been civil so far, but you’re going too far. I asked what you’re here for. Care to explain?" Lin Fan asked.

He couldn’t quite figure it out.

If this was a tribulation, so be it.

But why did it have to involve these Buddhists?

And from their behavior, it seemed they wouldn’t rest until the White Fox was destroyed.

"Esteemed benefactor, the White Fox in your arms is indeed the source of calamity. I urge you to turn back before it’s too late. Please entrust the fox to us," Jing De said slowly.

Lin Fan laughed. "How interesting. A few days ago, that one said the same thing. But if you ask me, you’re overthinking it and meddling far too much. We’re all on the Immortal Path here—I’d rather not create unnecessary conflict. Wherever you came from, you should return."

"Oh? So you’re also a cultivator of the Immortal Path? Then why associate with demons? May I ask which sect you hail from?" Jing De inquired.

Lin Fan’s thoughts moved swiftly, deciding not to disclose his sect.

He had a feeling this situation was far from simple.

Jing Yu, however, seemed to recognize him. "Brother, I know who he is. He’s Lin Fan from the Taiwu Immortal Sect—once hunted by two grand masters of the Demon Path."

"So, it’s a disciple of the Taiwu Immortal Sect. Since you’re from an Immortal Dao Sect, you must understand demons cannot be allowed to live. If White Master Bai learns about this, I’m sure your actions won’t be easily excused," Jing De said.

Lin Fan hadn’t anticipated that the chase order issued by the two Demon Path giants on him would have such far-reaching consequences.

Even the Buddhists knew about it.

"Hahaha, how amusing. I, Lin Fan, consider her my friend. Yet you three label her as a disaster. How about this: You turn around and leave, and I’ll personally take her back to the Taiwu Immortal Sect. Surely there shouldn’t be a problem with that?" Lin Fan proposed.

Jing Shan interjected, "Senior brothers, this benefactor is clearly ensnared by demonic influence. His Dao heart is clouded by demonic flaws. We must subdue him and cleanse him with the boundless and solemn Buddhist Law."

"Even the Taiwu Immortal Sect will undoubtedly thank us."

Jing Shan’s heart boiled with anger. Having his Buddha Treasure shattered by Lin Fan pained him deeply, leaving him unwilling to let Lin Fan leave without action. He outright suggested using force to subdue him.

With his two senior brothers present, there would surely be no problems.

Jing De and Jing Yu exchanged a glance and both nodded in agreement. "If that’s the case, then forgive us for any offense. We hope the benefactor won’t take it personally."

Lin Fan raised his hand in opposition.

"There’s a village below. As Buddhists, you should have compassion. If you want to fight me, let’s move to another location."

He hadn’t expected the three monks to genuinely intend to fight.

Although he was confident he could suppress them, any battle would inevitably have collateral effects.

Thankfully, since they were Buddhists, they should understand the consequences of harming innocents. Finding another place to fight seemed reasonable to him.

Jing De and Jing Yu didn’t say much in response.

However, Jing Shan wasn’t so considerate. Instead, he shouted, "Senior brothers, don’t fall for his trick. If a demon were truly present here, how could ordinary villagers still be alive? They must also be demons in disguise. Allow me to purify this place with Buddha Light!"

The moment his words finished.

Jing Shan acted, his target unmistakably being the village below.

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

PS: Wishing everyone peace on Christmas Eve.