This is what an immortal should be like

Chapter 224 Misjudgment
Dao Yanzi and Chang Ruoyu stood high in the sky, looking down at the mountain valley. The Buddha's light from the direction of the dilapidated temple remained bright, and the sound of the Buddha's voice reverberated through the mountains and fields, giving off a sense of grandeur and majesty.

It seems that it's not good to continue this situation, but I'm also very unwilling to give up.

However, at this moment, Chang Ruoyu also noticed that the elder who had gone to Xiangyang to deliver the message had appeared on the outskirts.

"Uncle-Master, the Third Elder has returned. I presume you already know. Perhaps we should retreat now?"

"No, perhaps the senior is nearby, waiting for us to make a breakthrough. We should at least have gone inside the murals to explore, but now we are being blocked outside the temple. It would be too embarrassing!"

The two were unwilling to retreat, clearly still harboring thoughts about the dilapidated temple. However, as they communicated telepathically, the figure in the Buddha's light below slowly raised its head.

Although no action was taken, Zhuang Lin sensed a restrained yet powerful feeling emanating from the Buddha's light.

"Who is this so-called senior you speak of?"

As the Buddhist chants began to emanate, Dao Yanzi and Chang Ruoyu were startled and looked down into the valley below with alarm, their hearts filled with panic.

Oh no! He can hear our telepathic communication!

Oh no! This is going to ruin the senior's important plans!
Both the uncle and nephew felt a sense of foreboding and couldn't help but show their anxiety.

At that moment, Zhuang Lin, who was far away at the edge of the clouds, also felt his heart pound. His thoughts raced, and he turned back to wink at the three people beside him. He then pressed down with his hand, signaling them to stay. After that, he immediately transformed into a streak of light and flew towards the direction of Yanzhen Sect.

As he rode the wind, Zhuang Lin reached up and pulled off the Confucian turban on his head, ruffling a few strands of his long hair in front of his face before loudly announcing his arrival.

"Sect Leader—Sect Leader—The spirit that escaped from our predecessor has been found—it is not here—"

At this moment, the sky and the ground were relatively quiet, and Zhuang Lin's slightly hurried voice could be clearly heard by many people. Dao Yanzi, Chang Ruoyu, and many disciples of Yanzhen Sect on the periphery all looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a person riding the wind.

senior?

A spirit that escaped?
Putting aside others, Dao Yanzi, Chang Ruoyu, and the Third Elder who had just returned could all recognize that it was Zhuang Lin at a glance.

Although most of the cultivators of the True Path were straightforward, they were not stupid. They reacted instantly, and Chang Ruoyu exclaimed in astonishment.

"Where was it found? What about the predecessors?"

Zhuang Linfei approached the two and bowed respectfully.

"Reporting to the Sect Leader, the spirit creature returned on its own. It seems to have sneaked out to play. Senior instructed me to come and find the Sect Leader, saying that this matter had already delayed me for too long. Now that the spirit creature has returned, I have left ahead of time."

"What! He's gone? We almost got into big trouble because of him, and he just packed his bags and left? What kind of senior is he? What happened to the promised reward?"

Dao Yanzi's eyes were wide with anger at this moment!

"Grandmaster Uncle, the payment has been left."

Zhuang Lin shrank back and moved closer to Chang Ruoyu, seemingly afraid that Dao Yanzi would hit him.

Chang Ruoyu sighed and shook his head at Dao Yanzi.

"Grandmaster Uncle, please calm down. We can discuss this matter later. Now, there is only one thing left: the spiritual object is not here, but our sect's disciple has indeed disappeared here!"

Dao Yanzi also looked down, his expression returning to seriousness.

Zhuang Lin immediately understood that, given the temperament of the Yanzhen Sect members, they would not leave easily no matter how much they suffered a loss.

The Buddha's light below remained stable, and at that moment, looking upwards, he uttered a Buddhist chant.

"Amitabha Buddha, I have already said that this is a calamity. Even if it is true, I cannot let you in. Please leave."

In the sky, besides the two central beams of immortal light from the Yanzhen Sect, there were at least a dozen more surrounding beams, all belonging to True Dao cultivators with relatively high cultivation levels. At this moment, they were all staring silently at the mountain valley.

At this moment, Chang Ruoyu once again transmitted his voice to Dao Yanzi.

"Uncle-Master, this Buddhist master's cultivation is exceptionally high; he cannot be defeated by force."

Upon hearing this, Dao Yanzi glared angrily at Chang Ruoyu, his lips twitching slightly as he sent a telepathic reply.

Are we just going to suffer in silence?

"Perhaps this calamity is indeed destined for our disciples." This telepathic exchange had a somewhat theatrical element. After exchanging words for a while, Chang Ruoyu and the others reluctantly left with a "sorry to bother you," and then the beams of immortal light from the Yanzhen Sect disciples also departed one after another.

Of course, Zhuang Lin left with the others as well.
Before leaving, Zhuang Lin glanced down at the valley below and saw that the Buddha's light had disappeared, and only the dilapidated temple seemed to remain in the original spot.

However, at least in Zhuang Lin's current state of mind, he could still sense that faint halo.
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Within the blessed land of the Yanzhen Sect's immortal gate, all those who returned were suspended above a large lake after entering the sect's training grounds.

Everyone breathed a slight sigh of relief, but Zhuang Lin, standing beside Chang Ruoyu, was still completely preoccupied with the dilapidated temple.

"Senior Zhuang, thank you so much for showing up just now, otherwise it would have been really difficult to cover this up!"

Dao Yanzi's words brought Zhuang Lin back to his senses. He looked around and saw that all the people from Yanzhen Sect who were out there were here.

"Yes, it's all thanks to your timely appearance, senior!"

Zhuang Lin shook his head.

"He might not have truly believed it; it was just an excuse for both of them to leave. After all, that temple couldn't afford any mishaps, and they were afraid of causing a bigger commotion. But..."

Zhuang Lin looked around, after all, it was for his own sake.

"But those two disciples from the Yanzhen Sect perished there!"

All Zhuang Lin could do at this moment was apologize and try to make amends to Emperor Yanzhen later.

Chang Ruoyu sighed, but Dao Yanzi spoke frankly.

"This matter is indeed as the Buddhist elder said. It is their tribulation. We warned them long ago not to act rashly. Since they have discovered this temple and the sect elders are not far away, why did they go to explore it so easily?"

One of the three disciples who had been with Zhuang Lin earlier couldn't help but step forward at this moment.

"Grandmaster Uncle, we just want to confirm if this is the right place. We've seen quite a few dilapidated temples and huts these past few days, we need to have some definite information."

"How dare you talk back?"

"We dare not, but please understand, Grandmaster Uncle, we did not cast any spells or intend to do anything. We simply saw the mural and, out of curiosity, went to examine it closely. We were captivated by the images on it, but unexpectedly, we were suddenly transported into the painting's world. However, we did not cast any spells."

Zhuang Lin couldn't interfere in the internal discipline of the Yanzhen Sect at this moment, so Chang Ruoyu stepped in to smooth things over and protect the younger disciples. Dao Yanzi didn't really want to cause trouble for the disciples, so he didn't say anything more.

Afterwards, the group went to the reception area of ​​Yanzhen Sect to discuss the various events of the trip. Zhuang Lin was particularly concerned about the ghost-like figure and the Buddhist venerable one who appeared later, mainly because their strength was too formidable.
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In a dilapidated temple in an unnamed mountain valley in the Taihang Mountains, a figure clad in half-armor, resembling a fierce-looking steel-clad warrior, stands before a mural, appearing more like a warrior with an exotic air than a monk.

Looking at the marks on the murals on the back wall of the dilapidated temple, and gazing at the moldy scenes within, the man's gaze lingered on one particular spot.

"Hmph, demons are just demons, utterly useless, they almost caused a disaster! Do you think I don't know that it was you who lured those cultivators into the painting?"

The Heavenly King of the Shamen almost immediately understood that it was absolutely impossible for a celestial cultivator to have come to this dilapidated temple on their own initiative. Celestial and celestial cultivators come and go freely, and this temple is nothing special, so why would anyone come here for no reason?
"What, did you think you could get away with it if I didn't say anything?"

Before long, a sound actually came from the mural.

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger. It was not our intention to do this. It is true that they are nearby, and we have been eating very little here for hundreds of years. Your Majesty should also understand our suffering over the years. You promised to grant us enlightenment, shouldn't that be soon?"

Outside the mural, the eyes of the mountain gate shimmered with a faint Buddhist light, revealing a group of wicked and filthy beings who still dreamed of attaining enlightenment.

"Hmph, stop making excuses. A few insignificant cultivators, and you're already in such a state with your spiritual energy? How can you possibly achieve enlightenment? If this happens again, I will definitely report to the Venerable One and punish you severely!"

Seemingly sensing that the people outside were truly angry, a series of "We dare not" voices immediately echoed from inside the mural.
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Zhuang Lin left Yanzhen Sect a day later.

First of all, there's no need for the Yanzhen Sect to take any action right now; finding the temple is already a great achievement.

Secondly, Zhuang Lin discovered that the problems within the Five-Colored Divine Mountain might be even greater than he had imagined, and much of the information he had previously obtained from the evil magic did not match up.

However, Zhuang Lin did not believe that the evil Buddha was lying. Even if he was holding back, it wouldn't be too much. He could only say that the information was incomplete because the Mahakala himself was also incomplete, and it might still fall on the old monk Moke of Wanfo Temple.

Most importantly, even though he had greatly overestimated the power of the Five-Colored Divine Mountain, Zhuang Lin found that it was still far from enough and he had to discuss it with others again.

If the one-horned demon that appeared earlier was indeed the One-Horned Demon King, and it was already so powerful on its own, there is a high probability that all seventy-two cave demon kings are present, and the strength of the Shamen Heavenly King is also unfathomable!

(End of this chapter)