Chapter 598 - 252: Pure Land’s Spiritual Radiance, Bright King Guangdu (Part 3)

Of course, they are all exiled disciples now, so there’s nothing more to say, and the Pure Land Sect cannot be blamed for it.

However, Chen Ping always felt that a sect with such a good reputation, existing in troubled times and not concerning itself with worldly affairs, was inevitably somewhat odd.

"How is the cultivation of Zen Master Mingjing?"

"I’ve never heard of him practicing martial arts. His Buddhist studies are profound, but it’s said his health is poor, with his innate meridians blocked. However, the head of the Arhat Hall at Lingming Temple, Zen Master Guangdu, is an extremely formidable expert, listed in the Tianya Ci."

This made it clear.

The Celestial List of the Wind and Cloud List, a Tianya Ci passed around only among the top powers of Jianghu.

"The lone sail of Tianya, the morning wind wafts the orchid fragrance."

The character "Lan" represents Divine Master Duran, who passed away long ago, killed by none other than Chen Ping.

The character "Xiao" represents the Dawn Sword, who died at the hands of Han Xiaoru’s Purple Sky Thunder Talisman, while the character "Feng," representing the Wind-Slaying Saber, died under Ji Mingyue’s newly learned cross-border killing technique, Sword Control Technique.

These two were clearly far superior in strength compared to Han Xiaoru and Ji Mingyue, yet they died at the hands of these younger people, with no injustice in it.

It can only be said that the two young women were not following the martial virtues.

Victory without martial honor.

They coincidentally used the Divine Martial methods.

However, that’s how Jianghu is; you can never underestimate anyone, especially in the battlefield of life and death, whether old people, children, or women.

Such people are either very weak or very strong.

Coincidentally, the Dawn Sword and the Wind-Slaying Saber encountered the latter.

Sometimes, Chen Ping finds the world wonderfully peculiar.

Some Celestial List experts might never meet even one in their lifetime.

And yet, in a short period, he was about to meet the fourth.

At this moment, he was increasingly certain that Lingming Temple was likely odd. From any perspective, this small temple, born from the Pure Land Sect, was surprisingly complex.

But then, why does that Golden-Robed Divine Martial, clearly from the Nine Demon Suppression Halls Imperial Hall, end up linked with the Pure Land Sect of the Three Sects of Buddhism?

"Kill!"

Just as Chen Ping was leading his people closer to Lingming Temple, he heard a shout.

"You dare to slaughter our monastic followers recklessly, acting in defiance of nature. Your actions are no different from wolves and tigers!"

This person stood nine feet tall, with a bald head and a beard like iron wire, his shout like thunder, shaking Guan City to its core.

Tens of thousands of residents, upon hearing this, felt a twinge of reluctance.

"Monk Guangdu..."

Master Zhongshan’s face changed drastically at the sight of this person.

He originally harbored some skepticism, doubting the possibility of Lingming Temple of the Pure Land Sect mingling in the world’s power struggles and getting entangled with the Beizhou Dynasty.

Upon seeing Guangdu leading hundreds of monk soldiers charging wildly at the experts of the Celestial Heart Pavilion and plunging into the Primordial Iron Cavalry, he understood the other side was not only involved but also seeking death themselves, framing Chen Ping with a great black pot right before dying.

Sure enough.

The tall monk’s body shone brighter, like the descent of a Bright King, while wielding the Demon-Subduing Treasure Pestle and loudly exclaiming, "King Ping, in the pursuit of fame, indiscriminately kills the innocent. If I die today, so be it. But I pity the common people of the world. The compassion of our Buddha..."

Amid the shouting, tens of thousands of citizens in Guan City showed slight reluctance in their expressions.

Some people even began to shout out loud.

"The monks from Lingming Temple, known for their compassion, why would they want to kill them?"

"It’s said King Ping loves the people as his own children. Could it truly be a false appearance..."

"If not so, then where did all those infamous officials recently talked about come from? There’s no smoke without a fire; in this world, who can distinguish black from white?"

"Could it be even Zen Master Mingjing was harmed too?"

A wave of fearful and angry emotions swept through Guan City like a fierce wind. Amid the cries of killing, thousands and tens of thousands began shouting along.

Even the troops guarding the city were a bit shaky, barely held together by the commanding general’s stern rebuke.

"Enchanting Heart Mantra, you deserve to die."

Ji Mingyue was the first to lose patience.

She especially couldn’t tolerate anyone using such despicable means to manipulate people’s hearts, especially when cloaked in righteousness, dumping the blame on her Seventh Brother.

Of course, the members of the Celestial Heart Pavilion at that time were indeed suffering heavy casualties.

The Peak of Unity Realm expert from the Celestial List, moreover, had cultivated the Bright King True Body, an extraordinary Body Refining Technique. With a casual swing of the Treasure Pestle, heavy waves of Qi Force crashed down like a collapsing mountain.

Each swing brought a bloody storm.

But this person’s attacks brought forth lotus flowers within a radius of dozens of meters, with rays of brilliant light and a display of Buddhist treasures.

It appeared as though no one could believe he was a villain.

This made things rather tricky.

Ji Mingyue just shouted, spat out a mouthful of heart’s blood, and her face turned slightly pale.

As she soared into the sky, with a bright moon rising simultaneously, a streak of flowing light pierced through everyone’s spiritual perception, thrusting through the Buddhist light domain and stabbing into the Bright King True Body.

Buzz...

The sound of wind and thunder was only heard then.

The Bright Moon Sword revealed its true form, already piercing through flesh and entering Monk Guangdu’s chest, only three points away from penetrating his heart.

Golden light radiated from him, but his mouth let out a burst of laughter.

"Your Sword Control Technique is just a bit lacking. If you want to kill me, maybe in your next life."

As he spoke, Monk Guangdu twisted his body, swinging the Demon-Subduing Treasure Pestle in his hand, a dull roar resonating in the hearts of everyone.

With a rumble, it transformed into a sharp golden light, already striking toward Ji Mingyue.

What was most terrifying was the way Monk Guangdu used the Treasure Pestle, smashing the void into pieces like a lotus, binding and sealing the surrounding air, as if intending to crush Ji Mingyue along with the space around her.

"It’s useless. No matter how you divert attention, Zen Master Mingjing won’t escape."

Just as the Demon-Subduing Treasure Pestle was about to strike Ji Mingyue, someone appeared in mid-air.

In white attire with a jade crown, long eyebrows and handsome eyes.

It was Chen Ping.

Suspended in mid-air, his clothes fluttered as he effortlessly caught the golden-glowing Demon-Subduing Treasure Pestle with a slight grasp of his hand.

The overwhelming force dissolved into nothing as if it disappeared, while the golden pestle was gently held in his hand and with a single shake, it turned into golden powder scattered about.

"However, you won’t live to see the moment he’s captured."

Chen Ping softly exhaled and murmured, casting a spell with his hand, pointing forward, as a grand purple lightning pillar fell like a waterfall.

"I’m not convinced..."

Despair flickered in the eyes of the towering monk as he cried out, but barely a syllable escaped his lips before the lightning engulfed him.

With a roar...

The lightning flashed.

For a long moment, purple filled everyone’s vision, and once their sight returned to normal,

they saw no trace of that imposing monk remained.

Only a pile of charred ashes left as evidence of Zen Master Guangdu, a noted member of the Celestial List, having ever existed.

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