Chapter 1610 - 1624: White Qi’s Escape

Chapter 1610: Chapter 1624: White Qi’s Escape

"Ha, the three thousand magic techniques, what a boast. They’re nothing but cheap tricks to fool the simple-minded. Trying to fool me isn’t that easy!" Lin Mu sneered coldly, unwilling to waste any more words with him. He grasped Ling Xiaoqiao’s hand and stepped forward.

"Amitabha Buddha, Benefactor leaving like this might not be very appropriate," said Huizhi.

Lin Mu stopped his steps and gazed coldly at Huizhi, "Want to make a move? Monk, if I were you, I wouldn’t do something so foolish."

"What is foolishness? What is wisdom? It all depends on one’s heart," he replied.

The little monk raised his head, and a mysterious glint flashed in his eyes, "Benefactor, being too confident sometimes isn’t necessarily a good thing."

Lin Mu frowned, a sense of warning arising in his heart immediately. Instinctively, he moved his foot to dodge sideways, but unfortunately, his movements were not fast enough to avoid the blade stabbing from behind. "Pssh!" A cold feeling on his back, as the tip of a sword pierced through his right chest — evidently, if his dodge was half a step slower, his heart would have been stabbed on the spot, "Xiaoqiao, you..."

Lin Mu staggered two steps forward, turning his face of disbelief back to look at Ling Xiaoqiao.

The girl’s delicate face was as pale as a sheet without a trace of blood, her clear eyes filled with a strange and cold expression.

"Hypnosis! Such a despicable bald donkey," Lin Mu spat out a mouthful of blood, filled with hatred in his heart. No wonder Ghost Zhong warned him to beware of the monk before dying, Huizhi’s means are truly unpredictable and unfathomable. Not to mention others, just the method of hypnosis makes it difficult to guard against, even Lin Mu who is knowledgeable couldn’t detect any sign before Ling Xiaoqiao attacked.

"Compared to Benefactor’s description, I prefer to call it ’Diandu’. All beings are immersed in the sea of suffering and live in pain. Out of my Buddha’s compassion, this world-saving magic technique is taught, helping them transcend and attain bliss early. Unfortunately, the lady Benefactor harbors attachment; my cultivation isn’t proficient enough, so I can only temporarily guide her..." Huizhi regretfully shook his sleeves and stepped forward.

His words seemed to carry a peculiar rhythm that resonated with the air around him. As the monk walked seven steps, his figure began to blur as if surrounded by steaming vapor.

"Lin Mu, I didn’t mean to, you... you mustn’t die," Ling Xiaoqiao freed herself from the hypnosis control, but hadn’t forgotten what just happened. She tearfully supported Lin Mu, helplessly looking at the continuously bleeding grievous wound, her brows filled with anguished expression.

The year her father was killed by enemies, Ling Xiaoqiao was only sixteen years old. She spent her days avoiding and hiding, living in uncertainty until she finally escaped Yangcheng and entered the Pearl River Delta. Only then, relying on some low-level foot skills, did she carve out a small space for herself. A girl struggling to survive in a cruel world, the difficulty and pain she endured is beyond words.

Living days filled with anxiety, struggling in an environment where failure could happen at any moment, gradually Ling Xiaoqiao matured, and her heart cooled. Human warmth and societal indifference are only mutual exploitation. To be honest, she didn’t believe Lin Mu would risk his life to come to West Mountain for her. As anyone with a little sense knows, this is a trap. Who would gamble with their life so recklessly? Moreover, Lin Mu had already gotten what he wanted from her; why would he further risk danger for a woman considered a fallen flower?

It’s based on this notion that Ling Xiaoqiao now appears so painfully distressed. Because, besides her biological parents, Lin Mu is the only man who truly cares for her and the only man who would willingly brave dangers for her. Yet, she herself had stabbed him. Tears dropped down continuously, but quickly evaporated into nothingness with the rolling heat wave.

"Amitabha Buddha!" Huizhi stopped three meters away, raising his right hand. The hot turbid air surrounding him rapidly gathered towards his palm, rotating and condensing, faintly exuding an eye-piercing brilliance like the sun.

"Cough, cough, Great Sun Buddha Palm?" Lin Mu weakly squinted, his face pale, and exclaimed.

"Benefactor has insight, but unfortunately, your time is limited."

Huizhi sighed with compassionate grief, about to strike with his palm when Lin Mu suddenly said, "Wait!"

"Has Benefactor changed your mind, deciding to lay down the butcher’s knife and convert to my Buddha?"

"Paths diverge, therefore we cannot work together!"

Lin Mu shook his head, saying, "I just want to know, after I die, will the little monk let her leave?"

"If you don’t eliminate the roots, when the spring wind blows they grow again," Huizhi coldly sneered, "Does Benefactor think this monk would make such a foolish mistake?"

"Tsk, with the way you speak, you really don’t sound like a monk who has transcended worldly desires." Lin Mu sighed, looking at the tearful Ling Xiaoqiao, and said, "Ah, beauty, it seems we can only be a pair of fateful mandarin ducks and face the afterlife together. How about a kiss before dying — that night, too focused on business, I didn’t even get a chance for a kiss..."

"You, even at a time like this, still want to act like a rogue," Ling Xiaoqiao cried, mixing sobs with laughter, her face flushed red. Too focused on business, no opportunity for a kiss? After the business is done, and you still think about continuing your mischief? Truly, what a complete and shameless rogue! It really diverts attention from the dread of facing death, and just as Ling Xiaoqiao was stunned, Lin Mu already struggled to sit up and kissed her soft red lips.

Witnessing this, Huizhi frowned but said nothing.

"Since he’s going to die anyway, let him kiss as he wishes."

Ling Xiaoqiao’s body stiffened, but soon relaxed. She parted her teeth as a bloody taste flooded in. Ling Xiaoqiao cursed Lin Mu’s hasty lust, yet Xiao Jiao closed her eyes, indulging in this last kiss before dying.

However, in the next moment, Ling Xiaoqiao sensed something amiss. A subtle stream of Qi surged from Lin Mu’s tongue tip, like sunshine white snow, melting completely within her mouth in just a few seconds. Ling Xiaoqiao felt fatigue washed away, her body refreshed, as if every cell brimmed with vitality.

When she looked at Lin Mu’s face again, she saw it was already covered with a faintly discernible layer of white Qi. Yes, indeed, this is the White Qi Realm of the Ninth Layer of the Vajra Scripture. This white Qi, also called Vitality, was sustaining Lin Mu’s life at his weakest point, rekindling his vitality. Otherwise, anyone stabbed through the chest with a sword couldn’t possibly survive, let alone channel Qi for healing!

"What on earth is going on?" Ling Xiaoqiao widened her eyes in disbelief, but before she could think further, Lin Mu released her and shouted forcefully, "Run, don’t look back."

Instinctively, Ling Xiaoqiao dashed forward a few steps to stabilize herself. Just then, the Qi that had melted in her mouth bizarrely appeared in her legs, and for a moment, Ling Xiaoqiao felt as light as a swallow, with the sound of wind constantly whistling past her ears.