“Creak!”
The somewhat mottled gate of the Zen garden slowly opened.
A dying old monk, dressed in a simple grey and white monk’s clothes, walked out from the gate.
The big-bellied Da Sikong and a three or four year old little sanyasi, followed closely behind the old monk, stood fixed at the gate of the Zen garden.
“Master.”
The Second Sikong immediately rushed over and respectfully bowed to the old monk, then, assisted the old monk’s right arm.
Zhang Ruochen’s gaze, too, was fixed on the old monk’s body, giving him the first impression, “This is a very ordinary old monk, yet ordinary to the point of being a bit excessive.”
The old monk’s face, neck, and wrists were all covered in dense wrinkles, aged beyond recognition.
On his body, there was no fluctuation of holy qi or Buddha qi, yet he was permeated with an ancient charm. That ancient charm made him appear not like a living person at all, more like a humanoid fossil dug out from the ground.
The old monk’s gaze, fixed on the Earth Blood Saint, said breathlessly, “Zhang Ruochen has some affinity with the poor monk, so the poor monk will not let the Immortal Blood Clan take him away.”
A very calm sentence, yet it gave off a powerful will that could not be defied.
On the earth, the blood qi that gushed out became several times thicker.
The Earth Blood Saint stood at the centre of the thick blood qi and said in a cold and deep voice, “Monk, you dare to go against the Undying Blood Clan, that’s quite bold. It’s just that I don’t know, do you dare to report your name?”
The old monk said, “Since the poor monk chose to live in seclusion here, it is also because he wants to completely forget about the past and dive into Buddhist cultivation. As for the name, it is also a part of the past and naturally, it has long been forgotten.”
“In that case, this Saint will come and help you remember the past.”
The Earthblood Saint’s voice became rather shrill.
“Clatter.”
The blood lines on the ground surged upwards rapidly, converging into an arm as huge as a mountain peak, hundreds of feet tall, emitting a breathtaking aura.
The blood-red arm, swung downwards, striking a hand seal, striking at the top of the old monk’s head.
A casual strike, yet it gave off a feeling that the sky was collapsing, and ordinary cultivators, I’m afraid, would have already been scared to the ground.
However, the old monk only slowly raised his head and glanced upwards.
It was unknown what mysterious power he had used, and with a bang, the blood-red arm directly crumbled, turning into a rain of blood that drifted down from the sky.
In the distance, the Earth Blood Saint let out a low muffled sound, seemingly suffering from a heavy blow, and even the blood aura on his body became much lighter.
“Who the hell are you?”
The Earth Blood Sage’s voice was still very majestic and full of vigour.
However, Zhang Ruochen could clearly hear that there were a few hints of fear in that voice.
Being able to defeat a Saint was not a great thing. It was only truly remarkable to make a Saint feel fear.
The old monk remained in an ancient and unperturbed manner, only saying faintly, ”The poor monk doesn’t want to kill, therefore, you are still alive. However, there is a guest in the Sikong Zen Courtyard who is already quite angry, and if she strikes, I’m afraid that all of you will die here. The poor monk advises you all that you should quickly retreat and not cause any more trouble.”
The Earth Blood Saint fell into silence, wondering in his heart, how could there still be a hidden powerhouse in the Sikong Zen Academy?
In the blood clouds, a voice with a deep breath rang out, “Is that so? This King doesn’t believe it, there are still such powerful characters in the world, dare you come out and fight?”
The old monk let out a dark sigh and gently shook his head.
At the same time, the blood clouds in the sky, gradually dispersed, revealing a ninety-nine feet tall white bone altar.
At the bottom of the altar, there were sixteen dragon bones erected, transforming into sixteen thick pillars that held up the skeleton of the altar.
Other than that, there were millions of human bones, densely arranged. Zhang Ruochen even saw that some of the skeletons that emitted a piercing holy light were the bones of saints.
The picture in front of him was really a bit shocking, just like a god or devil coming out of the world, even if a Saint would probably tremble when they saw such a picture.
At the top of the altar, underneath the war flag, stood a seven-metre tall sturdy man, wearing the Hundred Saints Blood Armour, with his hands behind his back, exuding a mighty aura of looking out of the world.
The Hundred Saints Blood Armour was the Immortal Blood Race’s greatest treasure, worn on a true supreme powerhouse, it could erupt with the power of the Hundred Saints, sweeping away everything in the world.
The Heavenly Blood Saint and the Earthly Blood Saint flew above the altar and bowed to the lanky man before standing behind him again.
Zhang Ruochen’s gaze was fixed towards the white bone altar.
Gradually, he felt that he could not breathe at all, and his body began to tremble, his eyes full of blood red, as if he had entered the Shura World.
That was because the burly man on the altar, the aura emanating from him was just too strong, and it had already affected Zhang Ruochen’s sanity.
Not only Zhang Ruochen, but the Grand Secretary, the Second Secretary, and the Little Secretary, all had red eyes and emitted a hostile aura that wanted to be bloodthirsty.
As for Zhao Yue and Pu Yuelin from the Ministry of Military Affairs, they had already bled from seven holes and collapsed on the ground.
The old monk looked at the state of the four and realised that only Zhang Ruochen, appeared to be slightly more subdued, while the other three had already reached the brink of collapse.
“Wow.”
The old monk’s lips moved, and a single golden Buddhist text appeared out of thin air from the void, forming an orb that wrapped Zhang Ruochen, Da Sikong, Er Sikong, and Xiao Sikong.
In the next moment, all four of them, all of them came to their senses. Apart from Zhang Ruochen, who was in a better state, the other three sat on the ground, panting violently, sweat soaking their monk robes.
“So terrifying, could …… he be the Qingtian Blood Emperor? No, he just called himself ‘this king’, he shouldn’t be the Cyan Heavenly Blood Emperor.”Zhang Ruochen secretly said.
Apart from the Cyan Heavenly Blood Emperor, it was a bit unbelievable that the Immortal Blood Race had such a terrifying figure.
At the top of the white bone altar, that burly man stared at the old monk, gazing carefully, and after a long time, he laughed aloud, “This King has already deduced your identity.”
The old monk didn’t have the slightest fluctuation of emotions, he just folded his hands and gently recited, “Amitabha Buddha!”
“Eight hundred years ago, the great disciple of one of the Nine Emperors, Emperor Buddha, was known by the Dharma name Indra. When Indra was not under the Buddha Emperor’s tutelage, he was an heir of the Sikong family, named Sikong Yibai. If this king is not mistaken, you are Indra.”That lanky man said with great certainty.
Zhang Ruochen immediately looked over towards the old monk, his mood shaking violently as if he was turning over a river.
Eight hundred years ago, the great disciple of the Buddha Emperor?
The Grand Master, the Second Master, and the Young Master were all very surprised as well, and all of their eyes were fixed on the old monk’s body. How could they not believe that their master had lived for so many long years?
How could a human being, live for that long?
The old monk, however, smiled faintly, “The past is like a dream, the present is like electricity, and the future is like a cloud. All existent dharmas are like dreams and bubbles. Who was the poor monk in the past, is it that important?”?The old monk was responding to the burly man on the altar, as well as teaching his three disciples.
Since he had deduced that the old monk was a great disciple of the Buddha Emperor, the lanky man’s face, too, became quite grave as he said, “Master Indra is living in seclusion here, and should be hiding from Empress Chi Yao, right? In fact, our Immortal Blood Clan wants to rescue the Underworld King, but also to fight against Empress Chi Yao, we share a common enemy.”
“If Master is willing to submit to the Undying Blood Clan, this king can request the Blood Emperor to appoint you as the Undying Blood Clan’s Supreme Saint Master. I wonder what the Grandmaster would like to do?”
The old monk shook his head and said, “The poor monk only wants to vanish from the red world and cultivate his body to honour the Buddha, he will not meddle in the affairs of the world again.”
The stout man’s patience, it seemed, had run out, and his voice became a few degrees deeper and colder as he said, “However, when you sheltered Zhang Ruochen, you had already meddled in it. To tell you the truth, the return of the Underworld King is a great trend, and no one should try to stop it. Even if the Buddha Emperor is still alive, blocking the great trend is a dead end.”
“Creak!”
The door of the Sikong Zen Courtyard opened once again.
“What a big bully, do you really think that the Immortal Blood Race can be lawless? The Qingtian Blood Emperor is the best in the world?”
That one hand that opened the door was very slender and soft, as if it was a white jade tender onion, giving off a sense of flawlessness.
Even if it was just a hand, it was more charming, more beautiful, more durable, and full of a sense of spirituality than those women who claimed to be worldly beauties.
