We made you practice martial arts, and you've mastered the Great Golden Body?

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Shen Bailian looked at Fahai in front of him. He originally had a few words he wanted to say, but they got stuck in his throat. When he finally managed to say them, all that was left were the four words "Long time no see".

The reason is simply because Fahai's current condition is so bad.

His spine was like a dilapidated building with its main steel bars removed, swaying and making a creaking sound with every step. His jaw muscles had atrophied, and his mouth drooped, revealing uneven, yellow teeth.

You can also vaguely see bits of chewed food, which froths out as you walk.

His temples were gray, like an old man on the verge of death. His pupils were covered with a thick layer of gray, without any spark of light, like the wings of a dragonfly before a storm, only able to capture blurry color shifts.

The once plump skin now resembled a withered corpse, tightly wrapping around the shrunken bones and muscles. The yellow clothes were riddled with holes and soaked in blood.

He looked even more pitiful than the beggars on the street. Even beggars passing by would take a few copper coins from their bowls and throw them in front of him.

At this moment, Fahai is in stark contrast to the wise, powerful, and unruly Vajra of the past.

Moreover, this was under the cover of a storm; otherwise, Fahai's fate would probably have been much more tragic than it is now. After all, in the eyes of the outside world, it was Fahai's willful actions that led to Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing's evil deeds of flooding Jinshan Temple.

Evil consequences have evil causes; it is not that evil is committed without reason.

When the storm that has engulfed the entire Jinshan Temple finally subsides, the anger of the families of the survivors who made it out to be a catastrophe caused by Fahai's willful actions will surely be directed at Fahai, who is still alive.

It's not just a possibility, it's a certainty.

"Would you like something to eat?" Thinking of this, Shen Bailian sighed helplessly. What happened afterward was no longer his concern. With a slight thought, he took out a fragrant naan from his storage ring.

Because of the spatial properties of the storage ring, the temperature and aroma of the baked naan remain as they were when it was fresh out of the oven.

As the saying goes, "Man is made of iron, food is made of steel; you'll get hungry if you skip a meal."

For ordinary people, even those who are skilled in martial arts, whether acquired or innate, seeing such naan bread after being hungry for ten days or so would make their mouths water.

They regarded it as an unparalleled delicacy and devoured it with great relish.

Looking at Fahai, whose hair had turned white overnight, Shen Bailian was filled with emotion. Although he and Fahai had not met many times, their many similarities still made him feel a certain fondness for the bald monk.

If divine matter weren't so important to him, the two might have been able to be friends.

Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in this world, nor are there many "what ifs".

Furthermore, Shen Bailian saw his own future after defeat in Fahai at this moment. If he could not defeat the gods in the Earthly Star Universe, not only would his life perish, but his family would as well.

Even if they were lucky enough to survive, their fate would only be to become a walking corpse.

Fahai stared blankly at the naan, his throat moved slightly, and saliva was secreted from his mouth, even though he had been starving for more than ten days.

However, there was still no sign of life in his dull, gray eyes, as if he were completely dead.

However, Fahai did not accept the naan. A sliver of pride within him overcame his appetite. He simply clasped his hands together, cradling the small, thin body in his arms, bowed to the man before him, and said in a hoarse, weak voice:

"Thank you."

Then, without hesitation, he turned around and mechanically started walking. He still had things to do and was preparing to finish his unfinished work.

"Sigh~" Shen Bailian sighed silently upon seeing this situation. He had already anticipated that Fahai would reject his good intentions.

"I know you suspect that I was involved in the flooding of Jinshan Temple, but I can assure you that I was not.

"If you don't believe me, I might be able to help you capture Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing, clear Jinshan Temple's name, and exonerate you from the injustice you've suffered."

Upon hearing this, Fahai was stunned and stood frozen in place. A faint ripple suddenly appeared in his gray eyes, spreading out in concentric circles.

But that was all. Then, holding the corpse in his arms, he continued walking forward, returning to the cold rain to continue his unfinished business.

but.

"There's hope." Although Fahai only showed a very slight emotional fluctuation, it gave Shen Bailian hope that the matter would succeed.

After all, it's not the reaction that's scary, it's the indifference.

Fahai's reaction means that he has not completely given up on bringing Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing to justice; on the contrary, it has become a deep obsession for him.

Now, as long as we help Fahai handle the current situation, we can focus on persuading him.

The most crucial part of this calamity was that the Buddhist sect, represented by Fahai, suppressed Bai Suzhen under Leifeng Pagoda in order to inspire the God of Literature to become the top scholar in the imperial examination and thus rescue his mother.

Regardless of the version of the Legend of the White Snake, the final chapter always ends with Bai Suzhen being taken under Guanyin's wing, Wenquxing completing his tribulation journey, and Xu Xian, hoping his son would become a dragon, enjoying a lifetime of wealth and honor.

Only Fahai was completely reduced to a clown.

After working hard for half a day, he found that everyone he met was connected to someone else, while he himself was all alone and helpless. Because he was usually too arrogant, even the monks from Jinshan Temple did not have a good impression of him.

Along with awe, there was even more fear.

After all, in this era, if a monk were to be driven to desperation, who would abandon their worldly emotions and turn to Buddhism?
Especially Jinshan Temple, which has strict precepts.

Even after his death, it was uncertain whether Fahai would be able to be reborn into the human realm.

After all, Fahai not only offended Wenquxing (the God of Literature), but also Bai Suzhen, a disciple of Guanyin, which is equivalent to offending almost everyone in Heaven and Buddhism.

It has been completely abandoned.

So, to summarize this briefly, it was the monks of Jinshan Temple who suppressed Bai Suzhen under Leifeng Pagoda. As for who these monks were...
That doesn't matter!
In the end, that monk was just a pawn. Whoever suppressed Bai Suzhen under Leifeng Pagoda will be the one who suffers in the end.

Therefore, in a way, Fahai should thank Shen Bailian for being willing to be a "sacrificial pawn."

After all, not everyone is willing to take on such a thankless task that offends people.

"I will never end up like that again." Shen Bailian gathered his scattered thoughts and looked at Fahai, who was like a walking corpse. His determination for this plan became even stronger.

As the saying goes, the bold get rich, and the timid starve.

If he doesn't want to end up like Fahai, his strength must improve dramatically in a short period of time.

This requires a large amount of divine matter, and skill points are used to upgrade skill levels, thereby obtaining a large amount of physical and mental attribute values.

If this goes smoothly, I can get at least 30,000 divine substances, which is roughly equivalent to six skill points, enough to advance at least three skills.

Even if you get "stuffed to death", you still have the passive skill "Following in the Shadow".

At worst, he could just teleport home. With that thought, Shen Bailian no longer hesitated. With a slight thought, his powerful spiritual energy instantly covered the surrounding mountains for dozens of miles.

Everything was presented in his field of vision in an extremely clear three-dimensional form.

The thought moved again.

All of a sudden.

Fahai, who was in the distance, stopped in his tracks again, his digging motion halted, his pupils contracted slightly, and he straightened up, looking at the man in the distance with disbelief.

The two looked at each other from afar.

Through his divine senses, Shen Bailian clearly saw the look of shock on Fahai's face.

This is the second side effect of Divine Sense. Every divine skill has its unique and powerful features, and Divine Sense can selectively share Shen Bailian's vision with others.

There is no upper limit to the number.

The more people sharing the view, the faster the mental energy is consumed.

The mere fact that he possesses divine senses is enough to make Shen Bailian a pillar of the Great Xia Dynasty of the Earth Origin Star Universe.

Once Shen Bailian returns, the balance of power between the human race and the gods will shift from offense to defense.

Shen Bailian didn't say anything about the shock Fahai showed. Instead, he used his spiritual power to clear away the ruins and soil covering the bodies and laid out the corpses of the dead monks one by one.

The rate of clearing away the remains increased n times.

It was only half an hour.

The remaining approximately two thousand mangled bodies were neatly arranged in a large, cleared pit.

"Crash!"

The rain poured down, as if a huge hole had been torn open in the dark clouds, and endless rain poured down, the raindrops hitting the ground hard and splashing up muddy water.

Shen Bailian used his spiritual power to hold up an umbrella, creating a rain-free space for Fahai, who was standing at the edge of the pit. He waited quietly, without saying a word.

"Crash!"

The torrential rain, like an endless celestial river, poured into the ruins of Jinshan Temple, showing no sign of stopping.

Time slipped away little by little, and before I knew it, so much time had passed.

"Can you help me again?" Fahai mechanically turned his head, his empty, skull-like eyes staring straight at the man beside him, devoid of any unusual emotion. All that remained was endless numbness.

An aura of death enveloped him.

If this continues, it means that in the near future, Fahai will follow in the footsteps of the monks in these giant pits.

"Mm." Shen Bailian nodded.

Although Fahai did not specify what kind of help he wanted from Shen Bailian, Shen Bailian already understood his meaning, because everything was implied without words.

Subsequently.

With a slight thought, Shen Bailian caused the surrounding soil to flow and surge into the depths of the giant pit. In just a few minutes, the pit was filled into a flat area.

"Thank you." Fahai managed to squeeze out these two words, his voice sounding like two weathered, rusty pieces of iron rubbing against each other, producing a grating, ear-piercing sound.

It was like a sharp fingernail suddenly slicing across a smooth blackboard in the silent night sky, leaving a chilling mark. The sound pierced the heart, making one want to cover their ears and escape from the unbearable noise.

"You're welcome." Shen Bailian gazed at the thick, relentless rain and said calmly, "I'm just curious, given your personality, are you really planning to give up like this?"

"No." Fahai shook his head. He understood what Shen Bailian meant, and continued, "Could you do me another favor?"

"You said."

"Find a suitable stone and erect a stone tablet for my fellow disciples, so that they can find their way home during the Qingming Festival."

“Okay.” Shen Bailian nodded.

Having already gone this far, a little more effort wouldn't hurt. He shifted his attention to the Eye of God and quickly found a suitable piece of granite in the mountains.

They easily dug it out, used the torrential rain to wash away the soil on top, and then wrapped a steel blade with source energy to carve it into the shape of a tombstone.

After a while.

Fahai looked at the small mound of earth before him, gently stroked the huge stone tablet in front of him, bowed deeply, and silently murmured:

"Amitabha Buddha...May you be reborn in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss..."

After a long while, after a scripture reading.

Fahai took a deep breath, grinned, looked up at the sky, and forced out an extremely ugly smile, almost mocking. After a moment, he slowly uttered three words:

"I promise you."

"Hmm?" Shen Bailian was taken aback upon hearing this, his brows furrowing slightly, wondering why Fahai would say such a thing at this moment.

Fahai's actions completely disrupted his original plans and intentions.

"What, did I guess wrong?" Fahai said softly, his voice almost inaudible, with a faint smile on his face as he looked at Shen Bailian, whose brows were slightly furrowed.

It seems like a smile but not a smile.

"Didn't you call me here to try and switch places with me, the one destined for this calamity?"

"Boom--!"

Thunder roared between heaven and earth.

A deafening thunderbolt stretched across the heavens and earth, its blinding white light lingering for a long time before illuminating Shen Bailian's slightly unsightly face and a barely perceptible fluctuation in his calm eyes.

He couldn't understand how Fahai had figured out his intentions in such a short time.

however.

"Judging from your reaction, I guess I was right." Fahai's face broke into a smug smile, radiant as if he had returned to his former self. (End of Chapter)