Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 1029 - 84: The Past [2-in-1]

Chapter 1029: Chapter 84: The Past [2-in-1]

Yunque Temple.

Even when the world was in chaos, the Zenith of the Buddha Country remained bathed in endless golden light. Since the disorder in the Nine States began, Yunque Temple had closed its doors and sealed the mountain, prohibiting disciples from leaving, in hopes of avoiding this catastrophe.

Although outdoor activities were forbidden, the monks, with minds purified and desires reduced, didn’t find it dull at the monastery. They simply devoted themselves with greater intensity to their spiritual practice. However, in recent days, the younger disciples seemed somewhat distracted in their cultivation.

The morning prayers had just concluded when a group of young disciples promptly took their seats nearby, took out their tokens from the circle of immortal friends, and began to pour Divine Sense into them, unleashing a torrent of words. From time to time, some couldn’t restrain their excitement and would blurt out indecent words, sullying the temple’s reputation, and many were punished as a result.

"Pu Shan, how do you manage to spit out so much at once?" a senior brother couldn’t help but ask. "I haven’t even organized my thoughts yet, and you’ve already put out so many words."

"Heh, such is the wonder of practicing the silent Chan." Pu Shan replied with a brief smile before his eyes and brows tensed up, immersing himself in another round of furious typing.

"One Pu Shan is worth a hundred of those Misty Mountain underlings—they’re nothing!" a senior brother laughed heartily.

Recently, the two sides had become allies, and Yunque Temple had floated to the airspace above Misty Mountain, completely obscuring the light above it.

Then, a disciple from Misty Mountain posted a slight grumble in the circle of immortal friends.

This was nothing special, merely one message among countless others.

But there was already dissatisfaction among Yunque Temple’s disciples. Misty Mountain had the closest relationship with Penglai and was not on good terms with Yunque Temple. Now that Penglai had fallen, Misty Mountain stood alone in the Eastern Sea with no one to come to its aid, and that’s why Yunque Temple had come over.

Wherever I float to is still floating, isn’t it?

If I floated above Shu Mountain instead and allied with three other sects, wouldn’t that be safer? And the disciples could even enrich their lives with visits to Red Cotton Peak.

The reason for coming to the Eastern Sea was out of pity for the pathetic state of your Misty Mountain Immortal—out of both Buddhist compassion and the righteousness of the martial fellowship.

And now a disciple from Misty Mountain dares to complain?

A disciple from Yunque Temple replied somewhat fiercely below that post, and then another disciple from Misty Mountain responded fervently.

So friends from both sides started to rally together, bringing along others, sparking a massive battle in the circle of immortal friends.

Currently, Yunque Temple had the upper hand, given that their disciples were not allowed out and had plenty of idle time, perfect for emitting fragrant words daily. And indeed, they did seem to hold the moral high ground, leaving many Misty Mountain disciples too embarrassed to speak up.

Most importantly, they had the Top-tire Divine Artifact, Pu Shan.

Monk Pu Shan was able to instantly respond to dozens of Misty Mountain disciples, with clear reasoning and online logic, and not just meaningless obscenities.

In the circle of immortal friends, aside from the disciples of the two factions, there were many more disciples from other immortal sects who just enjoyed the drama. Many of them had become followers of Pu Shan, admiring Monk Pu Shan’s verbal skills.

The high-ranking members of both factions didn’t take the situation seriously; after all, sparring in the circle of immortal friends wasn’t the same as cursing in person, which could lead to a fight. This was unlikely to lead to serious consequences. Plus, it was better for the disciples to have something to keep them busy while cooped up in the temple.

The lengthy battle of words thus continued until the present day.

As Monk Pu Shan sat there, the focus of his brothers’ attention, furiously thrashing Misty Mountain disciples, suddenly, he felt a shadow loom over him.

"You hea..." Pu Shan barely stopped the word about to slip out, then promptly regained composure, looked up, and asked, "Who is it?"

He then saw a white-robed monk standing before him, appearing to be in his twenties, but his eyes reflected profound world-weariness.

"Where is your abbot?" he asked in a soft voice.

"In the main hall," Monk Pu Shan gave a flick of his hand. "You have to announce yourself to meet the abbot. May I ask... ah..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the white-robed monk step forward and vanish in an instant.

Without distance.

Monk Pu Shan scratched his bald head, too busy to care about all that, and immediately dove back into the impassioned exchange.

...

Abbot Da Yu was sitting in meditation in the Buddha hall when he suddenly heard a clanking sound. Opening his eyes, he saw that the palm of the Buddha statue in front of him had developed fine, spiderweb-like cracks that extended upward to its face.

"Sigh," Zen Master Da Yu let out a faint sigh.

A moment later, a white-robed monk entered the main hall unannounced and knelt on the meditation mat, bowing three times before the Buddha statue.

"Venerable Wanfa?" Zen Master Da Yu looked at the man, then glanced to the north, where he could see the shadow of sky-reaching giant trees through the eaves, "It seems your divine power has been fully cultivated. What brings you to Yunque Temple? Surely you’re not here to take our Law Lotus Platform?"

"I’m not here for the Law Lotus Platform," replied the white-robed monk, who was none other than Wanfa, having slain Evil Ksitigarbha. He lifted his head, noticed the cracks on the Buddha statue, and smiled, "It seems the Buddha no longer accepts me."

"Why does a disciple of Buddhism commit so much injustice?" Zen Master Da Yu asked gravely.

"Heh, what should a disciple of Buddhism do then?" Venerable Wanfa inquired, looking at Zen Master Da Yu, "How many years have you cultivated Buddhism?"

"Since I was a child. It has been almost three hundred years now," Zen Master Da Yu answered.

"I have cultivated Buddhism for a total of twenty thousand years," said Venerable Wanfa somberly.

"Hmm?" Zen Master Da Yu’s eyes revealed a trace of disbelief.

Even someone as worldly and knowledgeable as him found it difficult to imagine someone living for so long.