Chapter 746: Chapter 463: Moluo’s True Identity!!! _3
As for those injuries that had yet to heal, there was no other way but to recuperate slowly.
It seed that Chen Yuan didn’t care at all.
The young Taoist boy imdiately began to eagerly introduce the old temple master, saying he had miraculous healing skills, unrivaled in dicine, and had saved countless lives in this vicinity. Even Martial Artists had sought his help.
“Oh?”
Hearing the little Taoist boy describe him as so miraculous, Chen Yuan couldn’t help but beco sowhat curious.
Could he really be that amazing?
“Really, Benefactor Chen, please believe in this little Taoist….” the Taoist boy hurriedly explained.
After pondering that there seed to be nothing else to do, Chen Yuan said,
“Alright, then Chen will just….”
But before he could finish, the voice of Moluo rang in his ears:
“You won’t be able to wait, leave now.”
Chen Yuan was taken aback and quickly asked,
“Senior, what do you an?”
“This Qingyun Temple’s old temple master, it seems, is deliberately avoiding you.”
“Deliberately avoiding ?”
He hadn’t grasped the situation.
“This place is shrouded in heavenly secrets; it appears that this old temple master is not a simple character.”
Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes, his gaze instinctively sweeping across the temple.
Goodness ?
Hidden dragons and crouching tigers?
What he had thought was just an ordinary little Taoist temple seed to be more significant than that.
Does this an that when he was taking the Jiuhua Immortal Dew earlier, soone had been watching his actions? Then why didn’t they stop him?
Or rather, why didn’t they take the Spiritual Objects beforehand?
“Senior, can you discern the tricks of this place?”
“It should be….”
Suddenly, Moluo’s voice halted, vanishing without a trace.
“It should be what?”
Seeing that Moluo gave no further response, no matter how much he called, Chen Yuan’s brow furrowed. Why did everything seem so strange?
And as Chen Yuan kept calling for Moluo, in actuality, his spirit was no longer in that place.
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Imperial City, Harem.
The figure of the State Preceptor, Bodhisattva Pu Xian, appeared outside the Cold Palace, his eyes slightly contemplative.
After the disturbance in the Imperial City by the Taoist Divine Palace, it wasn’t just so people in Jianghu who sensed sothing strange—officials of the Court also had a vague feeling that sothing wasn’t right.
Especially when revisiting the events afterward, they could perceive the anomalies.
Did the Taoist Divine Palace kick up such a fuss simply to disrupt the ancestral hall ceremony?
The answer was not entirely so….
After the rage of Jingtai had settled back to calm, he started a secret investigation and naturally received information from the Harem.
An earthquake had occurred in the Harem during the ceremony!
This detail imdiately caught Jingtai’s attention, making him suspect that the earthquake in the Harem might not be so straightforward because the Formation there could directly connect with the Dragon Vein.
An earthquake was almost impossible under such conditions.
It was very likely soone had incited it.
This necessitated profound contemplation.
With a disturbance caused by the Taoist Divine Palace outside and an earthquake in the Harem inside….
If it were any other ti, it might not be so conspicuous, but was it too much of a coincidence at this particular mont?
Therefore, Jingtai began to have people closely investigate the matter, but after nearly ten days, nothing was found. No anomalies appeared in the Harem.
Not even a single bird had perished.
Just as he was pondering whether he was overthinking it and that it might rely be a coincidence or another disturbance caused by the Taoist Divine Palace, with another hidden agenda altogether,
The State Preceptor, Bodhisattva Pu Xian erged from seclusion!
Previously gravely wounded by Moluo with the Mahamudra, he required almost half a month of healing before he recovered sowhat, and then he heard about Jingtai investigating the matter.
His thoughts inevitably drifted to the person suppressed beneath the Harem’s Dragon Vein.
The more he thought about it, the more Pu Xian felt it might be possible, for during the clash, he too had sensed an anomaly and imdiately went to consult with Jingtai, wishing to enter the Harem once.
Jingtai naturally would not refuse, and thus, the scene before him unfolded.
After exhaling a long breath, Bodhisattva Pu Xian’s figure flickered. His brow slightly furrowed, contemplating that if it were true that person had escaped their confinent, it could pose a significant problem for Spirit Mountain.
As he shifted in form, Pu Xian arrived at a certain small courtyard. Watching the scene before him, his hands clapped together as he chanted a Buddha’s na, and the huge stone above the dry well shone with golden light.
It gradually levitated to one side.
This was also part of the preparations Moluo had made before his departure. For Pu Xian, such feats were hardly difficult. This first seal was ant to prevent accidental intrusions.
The truly significant location was the Demon Suppression Pass!
Bodhisattva Pu Xian enveloped himself in golden light that emanated from his body.
Then, transforming into a beam of golden light, he entered the dry well in an instant.
In a mont, Pu Xian traveled a great distance and arrived in front of Demon Suppression Pass.
Seeing the intact Demon Suppression Pass, Pu Xian’s heart, which was suspended in apprehension, finally eased sowhat. If this place had been breached, it would have been impossible to conceal it.
Chanting scripture, the Sanskrit characters on the Demon Suppression Pass started to move continuously, exuding a powerful sealing and suppressing force.
With a slight nod, Pu Xian finally felt reassured and was about to turn and leave the place when suddenly his heart stirred. He desired to see the condition of the one who had betrayed Spirit Mountain.
After more than two hundred years, he imagined the spirit must have almost completely vanished.
Rembering everything from before, Pu Xian decided to have one last look. No matter what, they were once among the four great Bodhisattvas beneath Buddha of Spirit Mountain.
Though they had beco bitter enemies, the sight of his imminent extinction still felt sowhat unusual to him.
As he cast out golden light from his hands, the Demon Suppression Pass once again shone brilliantly. After a hundred breaths, the golden light gradually receded, and the Demon Suppression Pass at that mont appeared to be an ordinary Stone Gate.
With a thought, a vast invisible force directly lifted the Demon Suppression Pass.
‘Boom boom boom….’
The thunderous sounds were incessant.
Taking a deep breath, Bodhisattva Pu Xian, with a calm deanor, stepped inside.
As soon as he entered, he saw the white-robed monk sitting cross-legged on a Lotus, surrounded by the Power of National Fortune from the Great Jin Dynasty, continuously eroding the strength of his Primordial Spirit.
“Ksitigarbha, long ti no see.”
Pu Xian brought his hands together in prayer and nodded slightly.
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