Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 758 - 589 Jile Bestows a Head + - 590 All Dharma Forms are Void_3

On the other, of course, was the almost imperceptible domain of power emanating from the elder monk with long eyebrows, influencing all directions and every novice monk.

This man was none other than the Abbot of Jiangzhou Fantian Temple, the Divine Monk Xuan Cheng.

Indeed, he was the only one who had not stepped into the Divine Martial Realm, yet was referred to as a Divine Monk.

It was rumored that his Buddhist teachings were truly boundless.

Even other sects had to admit that under Master Fa Cheng’s leadership, Fantian Temple was very likely to make further progress in this millennium catastrophe.

Everyone said so.

But no one knew exactly what skills the old monk Xuan Cheng possessed.

Because he had never made a move.

"Senior brother, no need to thank me. All these years, you have tolerated all the wrongs I’ve committed. Not only did you turn a blind eye to the Blood Fiend incident, you also ignored the matters of Jile Palace. Fully aware that my actions were too eager for quick success and went against the founder’s teachings, you still accommodated me. Junior brother here expresses his gratitude."

The Buddha statue remained still, yet Monk Xuan Ming’s voice whispered out like the buzz of an insect.

"To err is to admit. As the saying goes, ’If I do not enter Hell, who will?’ Even if it means dragging the whole city’s population into eternal damnation, this time, I shall halt Zhou Ping’an in his tracks, leaving him no reserve forces to go north."

"Why bother?"

Abbot Xuan Cheng let out a long sigh.

"Xuan Ming, the third Spirit Tide is not far off. Just retreat for a while, hold Fuyuan, and wait for the founder’s descent. All the present troubles are no more than mirror flowers and water moon, unworthy of mention."

"It’s different."

Xuan Ming’s voice was slightly impassioned.

"One should take responsibility for one’s own actions. Zhou Ping’an rose to power so quickly; I cannot shirk my responsibility. The great losses suffered by Fantian are all due to my faults. Senior brother, please allow me to make one final effort to spread Fantian’s teachings throughout the world.

After you return to Fuyuan City, please don’t look back. Here in this city, I will base it on the Taibai Geng Gold Buddha statue and use the Dream Realm as a lure. With the psychic spirits of five hundred thousand civilians as my blade, I will fight Zhou Ping’an once more."

"What if you lose again?"

Fa Cheng’s gaze held a slight sadness as he looked up at the gigantic Buddha statue, sparkling with golden light, and gazed at the pure white relic in the brow of the Buddha. It seemed as if he saw that raggedy boy from a hundred and fifty years ago.

The boy had stubborn eyes, a gaze as fierce as a wolf’s.

Deep within his eyes, it seemed as though a Sea of Blood was concealing itself.

He should not have joined the Buddha Sect; his nature held more demonic traits.

Why did his master insist on taking him into the sect?

At that time, Monk Fa Cheng was a young monk, just twenty years old, and he did not understand the founder’s intentions.

Later on, however, he understood.

All encounters and conditions were predestined.

Buddha or demon, it’s all in one thought.

Indeed, his junior brother was a natural born Buddhist Disciple.

The founder had not made a mistake after all.

Had it not been for the unexpected emergence of Zhou Ping’an, with the extensive efforts of his junior brother, by this time, not only would he have completely controlled Jiangzhou, but even Qingzhou and Yunzhou might have been likely to fall under the Fantian banner.

Yet, all these are mere hypotheticals.

"With the Law Domain of the founder, even if one borrows the Power of Outer Heaven Tai Bai Geng Gold, it still consumes one’s foundation greatly. Junior brother, please take good care of yourself, preserving a useful body for a future meeting."

Abbot Xuan Cheng opened his mouth but found that no matter what he said, it seemed somewhat powerless.

He could only speak softly, cover his face, and leave.

He knew that this time.

It might be the last time he sees his junior brother Xuan Ming.

Even though it was just a Shariputra.

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Seeking Monthly Pass.