There are always fairies plotting against me

Want to put the blame for Lu Jinan's death on the Wuji Demon Sect?

Although the Wuji Demon Sect does need this reputation, how can Buddhism prove its innocence?

After all, there are so many monks who have entered here, and they have all seen that Buddhist monks can use spiritual power.

Are these bald donkeys planning to kill all the over a thousand monks who have entered the secret realm?

Zhou Yuanfu's eyes twitched as he looked at the several cultivators who had just been killed by the monk - this was indeed inconsistent with the Buddhist style of speaking reason first.

He thought about it and looked around calmly. After hearing about Lu Jinan's whereabouts, although the number of Hedao realm cultivators gathered here exceeded one thousand, what about the remaining hundreds?

Where have you been?

Somewhere else?

Or on the way?

Or has he been killed?

Why haven’t the Precious Fire Buddha and the Precious Moon Buddha come yet?

Zhou Yuanfu clenched his hands slightly, his gaze sweeping over the figures around him once again. Fang Xiuqi, the chief of the Donglu Confucian Academy, was there, as were some disciples of the Linyuan Sword Sect.

The Buddhist sect killed Lu Jinan because they had a grudge against him, and the reason for killing Fang Xiuqi is—" The Buddhist sect and Donglu Confucian Academy had a dispute over Confucianism and Buddhism, which is also understandable.

Where is Linyuan Sword Sect?

Buddhism and Linyuan Sword Sect have nothing to do with each other. Do you dare to kill the direct disciple of Linyuan Sword Sect?

Zhou Yuanfu looked again at the Buddhist disciple Fan Zhouxing who was standing in the front. Fan Zhouxing was holding Buddhist beads and reciting scriptures that he did not understand. His eyes calmly swept over all the cultivators present.

The thumb that was twisting the Buddhist beads stopped, and Fan Zhouxing smiled and bowed: "This humble monk greets you all."

The atmosphere was still dead silent, but everyone's eyes turned to Fang Xiuqi of Donglu Confucian Academy.

Since Lu Shengzi was nowhere to be found, the only cultivator with the highest status among those present was Fang Xiuqi, the chief of Donglu Confucian Academy.

Fang Xiuqi smiled helplessly and stepped forward: "Did you spread the news that Lu Shengzi was here?"

Fan Zhouxing looked at Fang Xiuqi with a smile: "Not bad."

"Don't monks talk nonsense?" Fang Xiuqi said calmly, "Where is Lu Shengzi?"

"I said he was dead," Fan Zhouxing said with a smile, "Just now, I and my fellow disciples were chanting sutras to pray for the soul of Lu Shengzi."

The crowd was in commotion, and the armored guards of Wandao Sect all rushed towards Fan Zhouxing at the same time.

Seeing this, Fang Xiuqi immediately shouted to stop the guards' actions: "Stop! Don't listen to this monk's nonsense! If Lu Shengzi died and his soul tablet was shattered, Sect Master Zheng would have smashed this unknown cave into pieces with a single palm.

If you are going to die now, what will you use to protect Lu Shengzi if he is still alive?"

The guards of Wandao Sect hesitated but finally stopped, because they were guards, and their main task was to protect the Son of God, not to charge into battle.

Fan Zhouxing looked at Fang Xiuqi with a smile: "Donor Fang, you don't believe me? What if it's just that Sect Master Zheng hasn't come yet?"

Fang Xiuqi's expression remained calm. "We've been here for quite some time now. With Sect Master Zheng's unrivaled strength, how long would it take him to arrive from the Wandao Sect? A monk like you is spreading rumors here, aren't you afraid of the consequences?"

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Let's not talk about Lu Shengzi for now. What do you want to do? What is the purpose of having us come here?"

Fan Zhouxing put his hands together and said: "Buddha knows my heart."

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked past Fang Xiuqi, with golden Buddha light shining around him. No one dared to step forward to stop him at this moment.

He twirled the Buddhist beads in his hand and chanted Sanskrit that others could not understand. Then he saw that in the crowd, rays of spiritual power lit up one after another as Fan Zhouxing walked by. Fang Xiuqi looked at these cultivators who were blooming with spiritual power and felt strange in his heart. These people could actually use spiritual power?

In the crowd, Zhou Yuanfu looked at those people and his expression changed slightly. Were these people arranged by Buddhism?

But why did this Buddhist disciple from Mount Xumi allow these people to be exposed?

No, now is not the time to think about this...

Looking at Fan Zhouxing who was getting closer and closer to where he was, Zhou Yuanfu's expression became uncertain. Should he escape from here while he could still use his spiritual power?

But even if I can escape from this place, how can I escape from this Qinglian Secret Realm?

Jing, don't panic at this time.

Fan Zhouxing did not attack those monks who could use spiritual power.

Zhou Yuanfu took a deep breath, looking at the spiritual power lighting up around him and the wide-open eyes of his "friend" beside him, his face expressionless.

He found that he could not move - no wonder none of the other people who could use spiritual power ran away, it turned out that they could not run away.

Fan Zhouxing stopped.

Among more than a thousand people, only thirty-two people lit up their spiritual power.

Fan Zhouxing turned around and looked at the thirty-two Hedao realm cultivators who had their backs to him with a smile.

"My master is an old monk. During the years I followed him to practice—"

Fan Zhouxing spoke slowly: "Master didn't teach me to chant sutras, nor did he teach me to practice cultivation. He just taught me to follow my heart and nature, and go with the flow."

He smiled faintly and slowly spoke to the thirty-two figures standing still, "Aren't you all just following your heart?"

His voice was like a huge bell, with a faint Buddhist sound.

Zhou Yuanfu found that he could move, and at the same time he understood Fan Zhouxing's purpose.

He turned around and pierced the heart of the person next to him, then walked towards another person.

Blood spurted out, and Fan Zhouxing took another step forward. There were no rules for the route forward.

Some people called him a demon monk, some called him a devil, but he turned a deaf ear to them.

Fan Zhouxing took off the Buddhist beads from his neck and threw them into the air.

Blood flowed into his Buddhist beads, and the sky seemed to be covered with a layer of blood mist.

Fan Zhouxing returned to Fang Xiuqi's presence. Fang Xiuqi looked at him expressionlessly, "Why don't you allow me to kill the Wandao Sect's people? Are you scared?"

Fan Zhouxing shook his head slightly: "Donor Fang is well-read, but have you ever heard of the Dragon Clan Altar?"

Fang Xiuqi's pupils shrank, and just as he was about to speak, he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. He looked down and saw that Fan Zhouxing's right hand, which was twisting the Buddhist beads, was stained with blood.

"You--" Fang Xiuqi put his right hand on Fan Zhouxing's shoulder, his eyes almost murderous.

Fan Zhouxing smiled and said, "I would like to borrow the righteousness of Confucianism."

Author Jun: It’s the eighth day since I updated ten thousand words. I still owe 38,000 words and I’m almost done.

Chapter 237 "I can't beat you, so I have to take advantage of you."

The ancient city at the foot of the Yinfeng Valley is shrouded in ghostly fog, with howling cold winds and an oppressive aura.

The ancient city named Foyin City has long lost its original grandeur under the erosion of the long Luoyue, and is filled with a sense of desolation and silence.

The dark yellow earthen walls were covered with blood-red moss, which fluttered in the wind like ghosts.

In Lu Jinan's sight, although the temples inside the ancient city have lost their former solemnity, a faint ancient beauty can still be seen from the ancient bricks and stones.

In the eyes of Xiao Yinruo who was beside him, the temples and roads in the ancient city were already in ruins, and the walls, roofs, and ground... were all covered with bones.

Especially on the roofs of most of the temples in the city that collapsed, the skeleton of a dragon was crawling in a strange posture, one of its claws reaching towards the sky, as if trying to grasp a glimmer of hope.

Many of the skeletons here are in this posture.

Xiao Yinruo withdrew her gaze and quietly glanced at Lu Jinan who was looking around curiously. A relaxed and relieved smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Pleased with herself.

Lu Jinan's vision was controlled by the magic of the Forgetful Taoism, based on the inherent impression of the Buddhist city deep in his mind, it was slightly changed, and then he saw the scene of an ancient dead city with no one left.

Xiao Yinruo withdrew her gaze. Although knocking the child out and taking him away was the simplest and most convenient way, she did not do so for two reasons.

First, when she moves at high speed, Jin An can use the Dao Palace to protect her body, so she does not need to consume extra spiritual energy to protect him.

Secondly, if he were to see the real scene here, his mood would always be depressed, which would inevitably breed negative emotions. It would be bad if he developed obsessions and demons because of what happened here after he left.

Therefore, it is best to create an irresistible result in a relaxed atmosphere.

Xiao Yinruo and Lu Jinan walked in the city for half a day. After entering the city, Lu Jinan fell into silence after a brief conversation at the beginning, and they both observed their surroundings.

So in the city, apart from the sound of Xiao Yinruo's forgotten Dao realm, there was no other sound.

Lu Jinan glanced at Xiao Yinruo who was observing the surroundings, then looked up at the sky. He could see the sky and the light, but he could not see the sun, moon, and stars. He didn't even know where the light in this city came from.

He stopped.

Xiao Yinruo tilted her head and looked at him: "Can't walk anymore?"

"That's not right." Lu Jinan shook his head, hesitating to speak.

This ancient city has been very well protected. Although it has gone through tens of millions of years, there are not many broken walls and ruins.

Will the Buddhist sect send people for maintenance regularly?

Furthermore, the lotus in the air above Xiao Yinruo dimmed a lot after entering the city, as if the evil aura here was less than that in the outside world.

Is it reasonable?

Although there is a feeling of "corpses strewn all over the foot of Lingshan Mountain", there is no evil on Lingshan Mountain because of the existence of Buddha. So what about this Buddha Sound City?

Since the Buddha has passed away, can evil spirits not invade?

Recalling the death tide he had experienced before and the root of the death tide that Xiao Yinruo mentioned, Lu Jinan wondered if the scene he saw at this moment was real?

With the tide of death formed by the inner demon of the deceased Buddha, why is there no evil in this ancient city?

"Why don't you go directly to find the Dharma body of Buddha Kongwu?" Lu Jinan asked curiously.

"Let's take a look at the formation." Xiao Yinruo said calmly, "Now that we've come this far, we can't afford to let our guard down and make mistakes."

"What formation? What other formations are there besides the Spirit Gathering Formation?" Lu Jinan continued to ask.

"A—————" Xiao Yinruo paused: "A Shura Formation."

As she finished speaking, her gaze turned towards the blood-red dragon-coiled pillar in the center of Foyin City. That was the core of the dragon clan's altar, and the dragon hovering above it should be the old dragon that was about to be transformed into a fallen dragon.

A fire dragon.

Lu Jinan followed her gaze and saw a Buddha statue engraved on the golden cylinder, with Sanskrit densely written around the statue. It seemed to be the summary of Buddhism after Kongwu Buddha became a Buddha.

He quickly averted his gaze, feeling his heartbeat quicken a bit and his blood flow becoming a little unstable.

Strange thing...I can't read Sanskrit anymore?

If immortal techniques cannot be seen by cultivators of lower realms, who else can learn them?

And how could watching it cause the blood and qi in the body to surge and the internal energy to rise and fall?

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yinruo felt his palm getting warmer and couldn't help but ask.

"It's okay." Lu Jinan suppressed Daogong. After confirming that he was fine, he asked, "Where is the Dharma body of the Buddha Kongwu?"

"The main hall in the center." Xiao Yinruo took another step and asked casually, "Can you sense the demonic energy?"

"No." Lu Jinan shook his head: "Why don't you withdraw the Forgetful Dao Realm?"

Xiao Yinruo shook his head: "After I figure out this Shura Formation, we will leave."

As she spoke, she changed the subject: "Why did you want to enter this secret realm?"

"Kill people." Lu Jinan said, "I think the Wuji Demon Sect's young master Zhou Yuanfu has also come in.

We can get a lot of information from him."

Xiao Yinruo smiled: "Do you think this is the only chance?"

"Yeah." Lu Jinan nodded. "I just didn't expect Mount Xumi to be so desperate as to let two Buddhas in."

"Do you regret coming in?"

"No regrets."

Xiao Yinruo chuckled, "For a cultivator, staying alive is the most important thing. Tempering oneself is naturally a good thing, but when things exceed one's ability to foresee, then one is putting oneself in danger and showing off one's bravery.

This is the situation now, don’t you regret it?”

"No regrets." Lu Jinan shook his head again: "The information from the upper realm is very important, and even if I don't come in, those bald donkeys will definitely think of other ways.

The Qinglian Secret Realm is not in Jiuhua Mountain. Xumi Mountain went to great lengths to move the secret realm here. They must be doing something, otherwise they would gain nothing and the only ones who would lose would be them.

Xiao Yinruo nodded slightly and said half jokingly: "If Suoyu comes in-"

"Aunt Ruo, you are still belittling yourself?" Lu Jinan smiled and said, "You are at the same level as Master, and the Forgetfulness Dao method can also restrain the tide of death. You——