Trying to pin the murder of Lu Jin’an on the Wuji Demon Sect?
Although the Wuji Demon Sect indeed needs that reputation, what right does the Buddhist Sect have to prove its innocence?
After all, so many cultivators entered here, and all saw Buddhist monks being able to use spiritual power... Official source is novel※fire.net
’Are these bald donkeys planning to kill all the over a thousand cultivators who entered the Secret Realm?’
Zhou Yuanfu’s eye twitched, looking at the cultivators who had just been directly shocked to death by the monks...it truly doesn’t align with the Buddhist Sect’s style of reason.
He thought, trying not to reveal his emotions as he glanced around, after hearing about Lu Jin’an’s whereabouts, the number of Unity Realm Stage cultivators gathering here exceeded a thousand, but what about the remaining few hundred?
Or on their way here?
Or have they already met their demise?
Why haven’t Bao Huo Buddha and Bao Yue Buddha arrived yet?
Zhou Yuanfu slightly clenched his hands, his gaze once again sweeping over the figures around him, East Slope Confucian Academy’s chief Fang Xiuqi was present, as well as some direct disciples from Lin Yuan Sword Sect...
The Buddhist Sect targeted Lu Jin’an due to enmity, and the reason for killing Fang Xiuqi...the Buddhist Sect and East Slope Confucian Academy have a Confucian-Buddhist rivalry, which could be a plausible explanation.
What about Lin Yuan Sword Sect?
The Buddhist Sect and Lin Yuan Sword Sect have always stayed out of each other’s business, would they dare to kill the direct disciples of Lin Yuan Sword Sect?
Zhou Yuanfu looked again towards the front at Buddha’s son Fan Zhouxing, who was reciting scriptures he couldn’t understand, with his thumb stopped on the Buddha Beads, calmly scanning all the cultivators present.
Fan Zhouxing, with a smile, performed a Buddhist salute: "This humble monk greets everyone."
The atmosphere remained dead silent, but all eyes unwittingly turned towards East Slope Confucian Academy’s Fang Xiuqi.
With Saint Lu missing, only East Slope Confucian Academy’s chief Fang Xiuqi maintained the highest status among those present.
Fang Xiuqi helplessly smiled and stepped forward: "Was it you who spread the news of Saint Lu being here?"
Fan Zhouxing smiled at Fang Xiuqi: "Indeed."
"Aren’t monks supposed not to lie?" Fang Xiuqi said indifferently: "Where is Saint Lu?"
"What if I say he’s dead?" Fan Zhouxing smiled radiantly: "Earlier, this humble monk and the junior brothers were reciting scriptures to guide Saint Lu’s departed soul."
The crowd stirred, and Wandao Sect’s armored guards rushed toward Fan Zhouxing.
Upon seeing this, Fang Xiuqi immediately shouted to stop the guards’ actions: "Stop, don’t listen to this monk’s nonsense. If Saint Lu were dead, the Soul Token would be shattered, and Sect Master Zheng would have smashed this unknown Grotto Heaven with a single palm by now... you’re risking your lives, and if Saint Lu is still alive, how will you protect him."
The Wandao Sect’s guards hesitated but stopped, for they were protectors, tasked with safeguarding the Saint Heir, not charging into battle.
Fan Zhouxing, smiling, looked at Fang Xiuqi: "Does Mr. Fang not believe this humble monk? What if Sect Master Zheng simply hasn’t arrived yet?"
Fang Xiuqi remained composed: "We’ve been here for quite a while, with Sect Master Zheng’s unmatched strength, how long would it take to arrive from Wandao Sect? You, a monk, spreading rumors here, aren’t you afraid of the bad karma you’ll create?"
After a brief pause, he continued: "Let’s not talk about Saint Lu now, it’s you, what do you intend to do? Why did you bring us here?"
Fan Zhouxing placed his hands together: "Buddha knows my heart."
With these words, he stepped past Fang Xiuqi, surrounded by flickering golden Buddha Light, and no one dared to step forward to hinder him at this moment.
He fingered the Buddha Beads, murmuring Sanskrit that others couldn’t understand, and in the crowd, streaks of spiritual power lit up one after another as he passed through.
Fang Xiuqi watched these cultivators emitting spiritual power, astonished inside. These people can actually use spiritual power?
In the crowd, Zhou Yuanfu looked at those people, his expression changing slightly. Are all these people arranged by the Buddhist Sect?
But why did Buddha’s son Fan Zhouxing from Sumeru Mountain expose these people?
No, now is not the time to think about this...
Watching Fan Zhouxing getting closer and closer to his position, Zhou Yuanfu’s expression shifted unpredictably, wondering whether to escape while he could still use spiritual power?
But even if he could leave this place, how could he escape from this Qinglian Secret Realm?
Calm, now is not the time to panic.
Fan Zhouxing did not attack those who could use spiritual power.
Zhou Yuanfu took a deep breath, looking at the spiritual power shining around him and the widened eyes of his ’friend’ beside him, maintaining a blank expression.
He found himself unable to move... no wonder no one else who could use spiritual power tried to run, it turns out running away is impossible.
Fan Zhouxing halted his steps.
Out of more than a thousand people, only thirty-two lit up with spiritual power.
Fan Zhouxing turned, smiling at the thirty-two Unity Realm Stage cultivators who had their backs to him.
"My master was an old monk, during the years I cultivated with him..."
Fan Zhouxing began slowly: "Master did not teach me to recite scriptures, nor did he teach me cultivation, but only to follow the heart, nature, and fate."
He smiled slightly, slowly addressing the thirty-two figures frozen in place: "Do you... not follow your heart?"
His voice echoed like a mighty bell, carrying an ethereal Sanskrit sound.
Zhou Yuanfu realized he could move again and understood Fan Zhouxing’s purpose.
He turned directly, piercing the heart of the person beside him, then moved on to another person.
Blood sprayed, Fan Zhouxing stepped forward once more, his path showing no discernible pattern.
Some cursed him as a demon monk, some as Demon Path, but he remained unfazed.
Fan Zhouxing removed the Buddha Beads from around his neck and tossed them into the air.
Blood rushed into his Buddha Beads, the sky appearing sheathed in a layer of blood mist.
Fan Zhouxing returned to Fang Xiuqi, who stared blankly at him: "Why not kill someone from Wandao Sect? Are you afraid?"
Fan Zhouxing shook his head slightly: "Mr. Fang, well-read and knowledgeable, have you heard of the Dragon Clan Altar?"
Fang Xiuqi’s pupils constricted, just about to speak, when a sharp pain from his lower abdomen made him look down, seeing Fan Zhouxing’s Buddha Bead-fingered right hand stained with blood.
"You..." Fang Xiuqi placed his right hand on Fan Zhouxing’s shoulder, gaze menacing.
Fan Zhouxing smiled: "This humble monk borrows some of the Confucian Vast Righteous Qi."
Author: Eighth day of ten thousand words, 38,000 words still owed, almost all repaid.