Immortal Father
Chapter 910 - 910 317 Zhunti Cries at the Coffin_3

910: Chapter 317 Zhunti Cries at the Coffin_3 910: Chapter 317 Zhunti Cries at the Coffin_3 Taiqing slightly raised his hand, and a meditation cushion formed out of thin air by the doorstep.

Li Ping’an made another bow and then sat down earnestly on the cushion.

What exactly had happened?

Listen as Yuanshi Tianzun heaves a light sigh and begins to explain slowly.

“Ping’an, just now, you attacked and killed three disciples of the Western Sect, saving all living beings here.

This is a great act of kindness and should be the responsibility of the Heavenly Emperor.

“I should not chide you for this, but your actions have made it impossible for the two leaders of the Western Sect to sit idly by any longer.”

Yuanshi Tianzun continued in a low voice:

“Just now, they went to seek their mentor.”

Li Ping’an was at a loss for words.

The Tongtian Sect Leader sighed, “Actually, to put it like this is not quite right.

The Western Sect is notorious for its misdeeds.

Think of how miserable the living beings in that small world are, and how the Dao Soldiers are no better than walking corpses.

We have seen it all with our own eyes.

The two leaders of the Western Sect must be afraid of Ping’an’s ability to transform incense offerings into merit.”

Taiqing nodded slightly: “Correct.”

Yuanshi Tianzun asked, “Ping’an, your absorption of incense offerings to convert them into merit for the Heavenly Dao is indeed the main reason they went to seek their teacher.”

The Tongtian Sect Leader suggested, “Why don’t we show Ping’an the situation we just forecasted together?

It is simple and clear and will let Ping’an understand what has happened.”

“Good.”

Taiqing waved his hand gently, and the Tai Chi Diagram slowly unfolded.

Li Ping’an saw a somewhat blurry image.

In a small courtyard behind Mount Lingjiu, beside a pond with Twelve-tiered Golden Lotus, a figure of Calamity knelt down, calling out in a high voice:

“Master!

“Without eliminating Li Ping’an, the incense offerings that our Western Sect has painstakingly gathered over a hundred thousand years will merely serve to adorn him!

“His absorption of incense offerings into merit for the Heavenly Dao is also why he can bestow merit for the Heavenly Dao even before the Heavenly Court is established!

“A number of my fellow disciples have died at his hands!

“If we do not take action now, Mount Lingjiu, the Western Continent, and all the heavens and earth will be lost, and your plan to achieve sanctification through gathering incense offerings will all be in vain!

My death is insignificant, but I only wish for Master to step into sanctification!

Li Ping’an is a great trouble!”

The courtyard was quiet for a long time.

The figure of Calamity knelt there earnestly.

Finally, from inside the house, a light sigh was heard, and Daoist Jieying and Daoist Zhunti both appeared.

Zhunti spoke softly, “The difficulties of our Western Sect are truly due to the pressure exerted by the Three Pure Ones of the Taoist Sect.

If they hadn’t indulged and spoiled that Li Ping’an, our Great Sects would not have lost their dignity.”

The figure of Calamity continued to call out, “I beseech Master to decide!

The only way is to fight Li Ping’an at all costs!

And then take action ahead of time to fuse living beings with the Heavenly Dao!

Declare our Western Sect as the supreme teaching!”

“You foolish child.”

Daoist Jieying spoke softly:

“Taiqing has never made a move.

Do you really think we have the final say in this world?”

The figure of Calamity was taken aback.

Daoist Jieying said, “Go rest.

We and your two mentors will have our own determination for the matters here.”

“Yes, this disciple is incompetent and has troubled you.”

The figure of Calamity stood up respectfully, bowed his head and backed away a few steps, then sighed a few times with a depressed air and hobbled away from the courtyard.

Li Ping’an twitched his mouth slightly upon seeing this.

Is this Ran Deng performing an act?

Does he need to act like this in front of his own backbone, the two Sect Hierarchs?

The Tai Chi Diagram locked onto Jieying and Zhunti, and the image showed some ripples and shaking, suggesting that observing sect leaders was not so easy.

However, with the Three Pure Ones all present, watching the two leaders of the Western Sect was effortless.

Daoist Jieying and Daoist Zhunti transformed into a wisp of smoke and disappeared.

The scene displayed by the Tai Chi Diagram turned very dim.

After about seven or eight breaths, the Tai Chi Diagram revealed faint gray shadows again, and the figures of Jieying and Zhunti now appeared in front of a lone mountain.

That appeared to be a desolate area between the main world.

The land resembled withered skin drained of blood, the sky a cloud cover that even the Taiyang Star couldn’t penetrate for thousands of years, nearby a few bizarre trees like demons, and in the distance, a solitary mountain stood alone.

The two Western Sect leaders walked together, discussing something, but the Tai Chi Diagram couldn’t make out their words.

After only a few steps, they had reached the base of the lonely mountain, standing in front of a cliff no more than a dozen feet tall.

Then, Jieying and Zhunti both bent their knees and knelt down towards the cliff face.

Li Ping’an’s eyelids twitched wildly.

Suddenly, a small and plain lamp appeared in front of the cliff, its wick flickering with a blue flame, which turned into an old Taoist.

Isn’t this…

the Vice Leader of Chan Sect, Daoist Ran Deng?

Li Ping’an glanced subconsciously at Yuanshi Tianzun, who just smiled and shook his head without saying more.

Then came the voice of Daoist Ran Deng, “Do my two friends come here in search of something?”

Daoist Zhunti sighed, “Please, do not meddle.”

Daoist Ran Deng nodded slowly, saying dispassionately, “Although my two friends are not seeking This Poor Daoist, This Poor Daoist is also a practitioner of Mount Lingjiu.

If the two of you…”

The lone mountain trembled gently.

Daoist Ran Deng immediately closed his mouth, turned his head to look at the mountain, and then gently shook his head, returning his form into the lamp and moved to sit on a nearby stone seat.

The cliff face displayed faint ripples, and a simple, unadorned stone coffin slowly emerged, from which a deep voice resonated:

“What is the matter.”

“Master!”

Daoist Zhunti suddenly burst into tears:

“The Three Pure Ones are domineering, and Nüwa is unreasonable!

I have only sought to advance the West with our Great Sects through calculated efforts of a hundred thousand years, only to be humiliated at their hands!

I implore Master to grant us the opportunity for sanctification!

Do not let your disciple endure such humiliation again!”

In front of the Three Pure Ones, Li Ping’an had a somewhat stunned expression.

Grass, a plant.