Chapter 620: Secret Realm
Hearing this sigh, Wu Xiang stroked his beard and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for a hundred years. Xuan Hong has changed a lot. He has become much more humble. He is not like when he was in the lower Xuan Realm. He seemed humble on the outside, but was actually rebellious on the inside. He always put the enemies of the world first in his thoughts and concerns. He is a loner!"
"After living in the mountains for a hundred years, I have gained some understanding! Heaven, earth, humans, gods and ghosts, all dislike fullness, but only like humility. If you don't understand this principle, there will be no way for blessing or disaster. Only when you are humble and kind-hearted, you will know your shortcomings and then correct them. Perhaps you can get rid of your worldly mind and body! But I have doubts in my heart. Can I get rid of the worldly things and become my true self?" Cao Wei said slowly.
As he spoke, he looked towards a shop on the street, and his gaze seemed to pass through the wall and fall on a small house in the backyard.
In this house, an old man with a sinister face was lying on the ground like a wild beast, biting a middle-aged man alive, with his entire head almost inserted into the man's chest.
A few trembling sounds like beast roars came out of his throat. The next moment, this person seemed to have realized something. He raised his head suddenly, grinning to reveal his scarlet sharp teeth, straightened his body, looked around, and in his mouth was a piece of bloody intestine, with blood splattered all over the ground.
Upon seeing this, Cao Wei chuckled: "I thought it was a way to prolong life, but it turns out it's for the sake of satisfying your appetite!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wuxiang snorted coldly, and raised the sleeves of his monk's robe. The sword light came out of his sleeve like a green snake, and in a moment it arrived and stabbed directly at the opponent's face.
The next moment, the old man left the middle-aged man behind, and then he ran around the house like a wild beast, using his hands and feet, leaving behind many phantoms.
Suddenly, he ignored the sword light, opened his mouth and bit the neck of the middle-aged man lying on the ground.
Seeing this, Wuxiang frowned slightly, and the Wuwei sword moved with his mind, turning into dozens of swords, which suddenly fell to the ground and formed a sword circle around the man who was left with only one breath. Suddenly, the sword light shot out, and thousands of sword beams shot at the old man, piercing his body with dense holes.
However, this person acted as if nothing had happened. His hand, with its inch-long black nails like a ghost's claw, plunged directly into the sword circle, pulled out a flying sword with force, then opened his sharp teeth and bit down fiercely.
The opponent didn't care that the corner of his mouth was cut by the sharp sword, and the wound almost spread to his temples.
There was a crisp sound of "crack", and the old man with a sinister face actually bit the sword blade into pieces. Then there was a "pah" sound, and the broken blade fell to the ground with blood foam.
With a hissing sound, black gas rose from the blood foam, polluting the spirituality of the broken blades.
The old man slowly stood up and opened his upper and lower jaws. The flesh and blood at his wounds squirmed and connected with each other. The injuries he had suffered before were healed in an instant.
Then, this person grinned and said, "In order to protect this young man who has reached the state of incarnation, you are not willing to sacrifice your own life treasure spirituality. This kind of womanly kindness is really the style of you bald donkeys in the White Horse Temple!"
As he spoke, he locked onto Wuxiang's aura. His pair of green eyes looked at him without any emotion, and then suddenly disappeared on the spot.
Seeing this, Wuxiang sighed lightly and took a step forward. All around him became as clear as the surface of a lake. Green lotuses grew from it, moving without wind and causing ripples on the water surface.
At this moment, this person's figure suddenly appeared, as if he was fixed in mid-air, unable to move, unable to break free, leaving only a pair of green eyes filled with fear.
Wuxiang stretched out his hand and clenched it, and thousands of clear lights gathered in his hand and transformed into the Wuwei Sword.
He slowly thrust his sword forward and pierced the opponent's chest easily.
Then Wuxiang pulled out the sword calmly, shook off the blood on the sword cleanly, and then wiped it clean with the sleeve of his monk's robe.
After finishing this, he lowered his eyebrows, like a Buddha, and said slowly: "With such a small trick, you dare to act evil in front of me?
While speaking, he said to Cao Wei calmly: "Xuanhong, the rest is up to you. I have been cultivating myself for a long time and cannot bear to commit the sin of killing again!"
"You make it sound as if my son-in-law is a murderous person?" Cao Wei said slowly.
As soon as he finished speaking, in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the spot, as if he had changed his shape and appeared thousands of miles away. Then he slowly turned around and looked indifferently at the old man who had hurriedly stopped.
The man stretched out his long tongue, licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, and looked at Cao Wei with fear: "May I ask your name, fellow Taoist? I am Luo Yin, the guardian of the Seven Killing Sect. I was cannibalistic in the city. I was not thoughtful at the moment and offended your temple. I apologize in advance. As we are both Dongxu cultivators, I hope you will be flexible. As the saying goes, mountains and rivers will meet again, and there is no need for you and I to fight to the death for a mere junior!"
"I am the guardian of the White Horse Temple, and my Buddhist name is Wubao. The Seven Killing Sect is one of the thirty-six cave heaven sects under the command of Qin Zhenjun. However, Fellow Daoist Yin Luo has been killing innocent people under the rule of my White Horse Temple. You want to let the matter go lightly with just one sentence of inconsideration. Isn't that too fantastical? If this matter gets out, people will think that my White Horse Temple is afraid of your Qin family?" Cao Wei asked slowly.
Hearing this, Yin Luo said in a deep voice: "Daoyou is still young, and that cultivator is only from the Chiyan Temple in the lower realm. You and I are both from the upper realm, so what can we do if we kill him?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Cao Wei sighed lightly, stretched out his hand, and turned his palm down.
As his mind moved, the area within a thousand miles around him suddenly fell into nothingness and fell into the secret realm derived from his inner scene.
In the void, a black mountain slowly emerged, with black and white energies flowing and the five elements condensing.
At this moment, Cao Wei walked forward slowly, came to the old man Yin Luo, and patted him lightly on the shoulder.
In an instant, all the vitality of this person was plundered, as if he had experienced tens of thousands of years. The whole person became visibly shriveled, and fell into the inner scene like quicksand, turning into a handful of yellow earth.
After finishing this, Cao Wei flicked his sleeves, put away the secret inner realm, and then turned and left.
As soon as he stepped out of the inner scene, he looked at a black-robed man holding a chain about ten feet away from him, clasped his hands together and said, "This junior has met Master Xuanbei. I am grateful to the senior for teaching me the method of Prajna Samadhi!"
“If there is anything gained, it is Xuan Hong’s self-awareness!” the man in black robe said in a hoarse voice.
"Senior, why are you here today?" Cao Wei asked.
"Xuan Hong, why do you ask when you already know the answer? The reason I came here is to capture Yin Luo's soul and send it to reincarnation. You forcibly suppressed it in your inner scene, and it will never be able to reincarnate for eternity. This is really against the harmony of nature!" Xuan Bei said slowly.
Having said that, he looked at Wuxiang who was accompanying him, slowly took off his hood, revealing his face that had turned into a skeleton.
Wu Xiang was delighted and could not help hugging him. Then he asked with a smile, "It has been more than 2,000 years since we last met. Old friend, have you been doing well down there these years?"
"It's not that bad. If I have nothing to do, I can go to different circles and capture countless souls!" Xuan Bei clasped his hands together and smiled.
The skeleton shows a smile, but there is no sense of gloom. Instead, it gives people a sense of tranquility and compassion.
Hearing this, Wu Xiang said to Cao Wei: "Xuan Hong, give your father-in-law a favor and release the Yin Luo soul, and let Xuan Bei take it to reincarnation!"
"Master Xuanbei has been kind enough to teach me the Dharma, so how can Xuanhong not accept it?" Cao Wei nodded. As he spoke, he flipped his hand and captured a group of green ghosts from the inner secret realm.
The next moment, Xuan Bei stretched out his hand, and with his five bony claws, he grasped the soul in his palm.
Then he said slowly, "Life and death are two different paths. As a ghost messenger, I can't stay with you living people for too long. I'll take my leave now!"
Hearing this, Wuxiang wanted to try to persuade him to stay, but before he could say anything, Xuanbei turned around and left, disappearing without a trace.
"Alas!" Wuxiang sighed deeply.
Seeing this, Cao Wei chuckled and said, "Master Xuanbei has found his own way. Father-in-law should be happy. Why should he be sad?"
Hearing this, Wuxiang put his hands together, closed his eyes and whispered: "One thought awakens, the light is clear, the wisdom is enlightened, and the wisdom is enlightened, and the wisdom is attained; one thought is not born, and all the dharmas and phenomena that are seen and known are free from the dust in the mind!"
"One should not dwell on anything and cut off ego. The past should be let go. There is no need to reminisce or linger on it!" Cao Wei chuckled.
After these words fell, Wuxiang finally opened his eyes after a long time, and said slowly: "Xuanhong, since you have already realized this, why do you need to become a mortal?"
"This realization is not what I have realized. It is just repeating what others have said." Cao Wei shook his head slightly.
Having said this, he looked up at the sky, and seeing the vast and distant sky, he could not help but sigh.
At this moment, without any sign, Wuxiang suddenly made a move, holding the Qingxu Mirror in his hand, and a Dharma body as big as a mountain appeared out of thin air and soared into the sky.
At the same time, a sea of blood with countless skeletons floating on it was hanging upside down and falling like a waterfall.
Under this impact, Wuxiang couldn't help but spit out a large mouthful of slightly golden blood, and the Dharma image he transformed into also shattered.
At the same time, a buzzing sound was heard in the air. Wuxiang, holding the Wuwei sword, swung it towards the sea of blood. The long river of green sword light with a sharp breath seemed to split the world into two, and actually cut a hole in the blood waterfall, shooting towards a figure behind the waterfall.
However, this person did not move at all, not even taking a single step. He raised his hand, and with two fingers, he easily blocked the incoming sword light.
Then he pulled it lightly, and the Wuwei sword flew away from Wuxiang's hand.
"It was originally a sharp sword, but today it has become a little more merciful. It is not as decisive as before. It has become blunt. What a pity!" The man sighed softly.
While he was speaking, Cao Wei summoned his own mysterious treasure, the Withering and Flourishing Seal, which transformed into a black mountain and pressed down towards the man.
But at this moment, this person was no longer as calm as before. He suddenly disappeared from the spot and avoided the attack.
When he reappeared, his skin was found to be dry and withered, and then turned into sand.
But the next moment, the sand and dust melted into a thick black substance, and then turned into a human shape while twisting.
Seeing this, Cao Wei took back the Withered and Flourishing Seal, held it in his palm, and then bowed and said, "It turns out that it is Master Qin who has descended to the mortal world. I am sorry for the rudeness!"
Qin Feng looked at his bloody and withered palm and said slowly, "It is indeed the stone of the Five Mountains of Yinshan. Although the meaning of life and death contained in it is slight, it is enough to hurt me!"
At this point, he looked at Cao Wei and said, "Xuanhong, although Yin Luo did something wrong, it's fine to teach him a lesson, why do you have to take his life?"
"This is my first time trying out my skills, and I didn't know the severity of the situation at the time. If you punish me, I will have no complaints!" Cao Wei bowed slightly.
"After all, you are a member of the White Horse Temple. It is not my turn to interfere in your affairs!" Qin Feng shook his head slightly.
Then he smiled and said, "Jueyue, what do you think?"
As soon as these words fell, a monk with red lips and white teeth came out of nowhere, clasped his hands together and said, "Donor Qin Feng, why should we interfere in the affairs of the younger generation?"
"Qin originally thought that I wouldn't see you again after some time, but unexpectedly something happened in the Linglong Realm, and Venerable Xuanji woke up much earlier than we expected!" Qin Feng said with a smile.
"I have managed to escape for the time being. This is not a place to talk, how about we move on?" Jueyue nodded.
As he spoke, he suddenly transformed into a three-headed, six-armed wrathful Dharmadhatu. One of his arms stretched out, and with a flip of his palm, he seemed to have captured the world in his palm, dragging along the surging sea of blood, and Qin Feng disappeared together with him.
Seeing this, Cao Wei chuckled, took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve, and handed it to Wuxiang: "Father-in-law, you knew Qin Feng was here, so why are you showing off? The True Lord will deal with it, why do we youngsters have to step in?"
Wuxiang took the handkerchief, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then said slowly: "When I saw Yin Luo coming here, I knew that it must be Qin Feng who was behind it. I think he came to test you. I also wanted to take this opportunity to try it, but I only broke the opponent's blood sea vision after a hundred years of preparation, and it was difficult to hurt his body. I am really old, not as good as you, a junior!"
As he spoke, he handed over the blood-stained handkerchief.
Seeing this, Cao Wei stretched out two fingers, his face full of disgust.
After hesitating for a few breaths, he snapped his fingers and a spark of fire fell on the brocade handkerchief, burning it to ashes.
Then he breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly, "Father-in-law, personal belongings such as hair and blood cannot be thrown away randomly! If someone gets hold of them and uses them as a medium to cast a spell, then we will be in trouble."
Upon hearing this, Wu Xiang sneered: "Now, after all, I am the guardian of the White Horse Temple. With the support of the Mahayana Daoist destiny, even if it is the True Lord Du Jie who casts a spell, I can withstand such a backlash without paying a huge price. How can it harm my life? But your bad habit comes back again. Are you afraid of Qin Feng and feel insecure?"
"How could that be possible? Although Qin Feng is powerful, he is not powerful enough to make me, your son-in-law, feel afraid of him!" Cao Wei shook his head slightly.
Hearing this, Wu Xiang shook his head slightly and said slowly, "As for the rest, I can't help you! If I were to be contaminated by your karma, I'm afraid I would die instantly and there would be no place for a burial!"
(End of this chapter)
Hearing this sigh, Wu Xiang stroked his beard and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for a hundred years. Xuan Hong has changed a lot. He has become much more humble. He is not like when he was in the lower Xuan Realm. He seemed humble on the outside, but was actually rebellious on the inside. He always put the enemies of the world first in his thoughts and concerns. He is a loner!"
"After living in the mountains for a hundred years, I have gained some understanding! Heaven, earth, humans, gods and ghosts, all dislike fullness, but only like humility. If you don't understand this principle, there will be no way for blessing or disaster. Only when you are humble and kind-hearted, you will know your shortcomings and then correct them. Perhaps you can get rid of your worldly mind and body! But I have doubts in my heart. Can I get rid of the worldly things and become my true self?" Cao Wei said slowly.
As he spoke, he looked towards a shop on the street, and his gaze seemed to pass through the wall and fall on a small house in the backyard.
In this house, an old man with a sinister face was lying on the ground like a wild beast, biting a middle-aged man alive, with his entire head almost inserted into the man's chest.
A few trembling sounds like beast roars came out of his throat. The next moment, this person seemed to have realized something. He raised his head suddenly, grinning to reveal his scarlet sharp teeth, straightened his body, looked around, and in his mouth was a piece of bloody intestine, with blood splattered all over the ground.
Upon seeing this, Cao Wei chuckled: "I thought it was a way to prolong life, but it turns out it's for the sake of satisfying your appetite!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wuxiang snorted coldly, and raised the sleeves of his monk's robe. The sword light came out of his sleeve like a green snake, and in a moment it arrived and stabbed directly at the opponent's face.
The next moment, the old man left the middle-aged man behind, and then he ran around the house like a wild beast, using his hands and feet, leaving behind many phantoms.
Suddenly, he ignored the sword light, opened his mouth and bit the neck of the middle-aged man lying on the ground.
Seeing this, Wuxiang frowned slightly, and the Wuwei sword moved with his mind, turning into dozens of swords, which suddenly fell to the ground and formed a sword circle around the man who was left with only one breath. Suddenly, the sword light shot out, and thousands of sword beams shot at the old man, piercing his body with dense holes.
However, this person acted as if nothing had happened. His hand, with its inch-long black nails like a ghost's claw, plunged directly into the sword circle, pulled out a flying sword with force, then opened his sharp teeth and bit down fiercely.
The opponent didn't care that the corner of his mouth was cut by the sharp sword, and the wound almost spread to his temples.
There was a crisp sound of "crack", and the old man with a sinister face actually bit the sword blade into pieces. Then there was a "pah" sound, and the broken blade fell to the ground with blood foam.
With a hissing sound, black gas rose from the blood foam, polluting the spirituality of the broken blades.
The old man slowly stood up and opened his upper and lower jaws. The flesh and blood at his wounds squirmed and connected with each other. The injuries he had suffered before were healed in an instant.
Then, this person grinned and said, "In order to protect this young man who has reached the state of incarnation, you are not willing to sacrifice your own life treasure spirituality. This kind of womanly kindness is really the style of you bald donkeys in the White Horse Temple!"
As he spoke, he locked onto Wuxiang's aura. His pair of green eyes looked at him without any emotion, and then suddenly disappeared on the spot.
Seeing this, Wuxiang sighed lightly and took a step forward. All around him became as clear as the surface of a lake. Green lotuses grew from it, moving without wind and causing ripples on the water surface.
At this moment, this person's figure suddenly appeared, as if he was fixed in mid-air, unable to move, unable to break free, leaving only a pair of green eyes filled with fear.
Wuxiang stretched out his hand and clenched it, and thousands of clear lights gathered in his hand and transformed into the Wuwei Sword.
He slowly thrust his sword forward and pierced the opponent's chest easily.
Then Wuxiang pulled out the sword calmly, shook off the blood on the sword cleanly, and then wiped it clean with the sleeve of his monk's robe.
After finishing this, he lowered his eyebrows, like a Buddha, and said slowly: "With such a small trick, you dare to act evil in front of me?
While speaking, he said to Cao Wei calmly: "Xuanhong, the rest is up to you. I have been cultivating myself for a long time and cannot bear to commit the sin of killing again!"
"You make it sound as if my son-in-law is a murderous person?" Cao Wei said slowly.
As soon as he finished speaking, in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the spot, as if he had changed his shape and appeared thousands of miles away. Then he slowly turned around and looked indifferently at the old man who had hurriedly stopped.
The man stretched out his long tongue, licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, and looked at Cao Wei with fear: "May I ask your name, fellow Taoist? I am Luo Yin, the guardian of the Seven Killing Sect. I was cannibalistic in the city. I was not thoughtful at the moment and offended your temple. I apologize in advance. As we are both Dongxu cultivators, I hope you will be flexible. As the saying goes, mountains and rivers will meet again, and there is no need for you and I to fight to the death for a mere junior!"
"I am the guardian of the White Horse Temple, and my Buddhist name is Wubao. The Seven Killing Sect is one of the thirty-six cave heaven sects under the command of Qin Zhenjun. However, Fellow Daoist Yin Luo has been killing innocent people under the rule of my White Horse Temple. You want to let the matter go lightly with just one sentence of inconsideration. Isn't that too fantastical? If this matter gets out, people will think that my White Horse Temple is afraid of your Qin family?" Cao Wei asked slowly.
Hearing this, Yin Luo said in a deep voice: "Daoyou is still young, and that cultivator is only from the Chiyan Temple in the lower realm. You and I are both from the upper realm, so what can we do if we kill him?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Cao Wei sighed lightly, stretched out his hand, and turned his palm down.
As his mind moved, the area within a thousand miles around him suddenly fell into nothingness and fell into the secret realm derived from his inner scene.
In the void, a black mountain slowly emerged, with black and white energies flowing and the five elements condensing.
At this moment, Cao Wei walked forward slowly, came to the old man Yin Luo, and patted him lightly on the shoulder.
In an instant, all the vitality of this person was plundered, as if he had experienced tens of thousands of years. The whole person became visibly shriveled, and fell into the inner scene like quicksand, turning into a handful of yellow earth.
After finishing this, Cao Wei flicked his sleeves, put away the secret inner realm, and then turned and left.
As soon as he stepped out of the inner scene, he looked at a black-robed man holding a chain about ten feet away from him, clasped his hands together and said, "This junior has met Master Xuanbei. I am grateful to the senior for teaching me the method of Prajna Samadhi!"
“If there is anything gained, it is Xuan Hong’s self-awareness!” the man in black robe said in a hoarse voice.
"Senior, why are you here today?" Cao Wei asked.
"Xuan Hong, why do you ask when you already know the answer? The reason I came here is to capture Yin Luo's soul and send it to reincarnation. You forcibly suppressed it in your inner scene, and it will never be able to reincarnate for eternity. This is really against the harmony of nature!" Xuan Bei said slowly.
Having said that, he looked at Wuxiang who was accompanying him, slowly took off his hood, revealing his face that had turned into a skeleton.
Wu Xiang was delighted and could not help hugging him. Then he asked with a smile, "It has been more than 2,000 years since we last met. Old friend, have you been doing well down there these years?"
"It's not that bad. If I have nothing to do, I can go to different circles and capture countless souls!" Xuan Bei clasped his hands together and smiled.
The skeleton shows a smile, but there is no sense of gloom. Instead, it gives people a sense of tranquility and compassion.
Hearing this, Wu Xiang said to Cao Wei: "Xuan Hong, give your father-in-law a favor and release the Yin Luo soul, and let Xuan Bei take it to reincarnation!"
"Master Xuanbei has been kind enough to teach me the Dharma, so how can Xuanhong not accept it?" Cao Wei nodded. As he spoke, he flipped his hand and captured a group of green ghosts from the inner secret realm.
The next moment, Xuan Bei stretched out his hand, and with his five bony claws, he grasped the soul in his palm.
Then he said slowly, "Life and death are two different paths. As a ghost messenger, I can't stay with you living people for too long. I'll take my leave now!"
Hearing this, Wuxiang wanted to try to persuade him to stay, but before he could say anything, Xuanbei turned around and left, disappearing without a trace.
"Alas!" Wuxiang sighed deeply.
Seeing this, Cao Wei chuckled and said, "Master Xuanbei has found his own way. Father-in-law should be happy. Why should he be sad?"
Hearing this, Wuxiang put his hands together, closed his eyes and whispered: "One thought awakens, the light is clear, the wisdom is enlightened, and the wisdom is enlightened, and the wisdom is attained; one thought is not born, and all the dharmas and phenomena that are seen and known are free from the dust in the mind!"
"One should not dwell on anything and cut off ego. The past should be let go. There is no need to reminisce or linger on it!" Cao Wei chuckled.
After these words fell, Wuxiang finally opened his eyes after a long time, and said slowly: "Xuanhong, since you have already realized this, why do you need to become a mortal?"
"This realization is not what I have realized. It is just repeating what others have said." Cao Wei shook his head slightly.
Having said this, he looked up at the sky, and seeing the vast and distant sky, he could not help but sigh.
At this moment, without any sign, Wuxiang suddenly made a move, holding the Qingxu Mirror in his hand, and a Dharma body as big as a mountain appeared out of thin air and soared into the sky.
At the same time, a sea of blood with countless skeletons floating on it was hanging upside down and falling like a waterfall.
Under this impact, Wuxiang couldn't help but spit out a large mouthful of slightly golden blood, and the Dharma image he transformed into also shattered.
At the same time, a buzzing sound was heard in the air. Wuxiang, holding the Wuwei sword, swung it towards the sea of blood. The long river of green sword light with a sharp breath seemed to split the world into two, and actually cut a hole in the blood waterfall, shooting towards a figure behind the waterfall.
However, this person did not move at all, not even taking a single step. He raised his hand, and with two fingers, he easily blocked the incoming sword light.
Then he pulled it lightly, and the Wuwei sword flew away from Wuxiang's hand.
"It was originally a sharp sword, but today it has become a little more merciful. It is not as decisive as before. It has become blunt. What a pity!" The man sighed softly.
While he was speaking, Cao Wei summoned his own mysterious treasure, the Withering and Flourishing Seal, which transformed into a black mountain and pressed down towards the man.
But at this moment, this person was no longer as calm as before. He suddenly disappeared from the spot and avoided the attack.
When he reappeared, his skin was found to be dry and withered, and then turned into sand.
But the next moment, the sand and dust melted into a thick black substance, and then turned into a human shape while twisting.
Seeing this, Cao Wei took back the Withered and Flourishing Seal, held it in his palm, and then bowed and said, "It turns out that it is Master Qin who has descended to the mortal world. I am sorry for the rudeness!"
Qin Feng looked at his bloody and withered palm and said slowly, "It is indeed the stone of the Five Mountains of Yinshan. Although the meaning of life and death contained in it is slight, it is enough to hurt me!"
At this point, he looked at Cao Wei and said, "Xuanhong, although Yin Luo did something wrong, it's fine to teach him a lesson, why do you have to take his life?"
"This is my first time trying out my skills, and I didn't know the severity of the situation at the time. If you punish me, I will have no complaints!" Cao Wei bowed slightly.
"After all, you are a member of the White Horse Temple. It is not my turn to interfere in your affairs!" Qin Feng shook his head slightly.
Then he smiled and said, "Jueyue, what do you think?"
As soon as these words fell, a monk with red lips and white teeth came out of nowhere, clasped his hands together and said, "Donor Qin Feng, why should we interfere in the affairs of the younger generation?"
"Qin originally thought that I wouldn't see you again after some time, but unexpectedly something happened in the Linglong Realm, and Venerable Xuanji woke up much earlier than we expected!" Qin Feng said with a smile.
"I have managed to escape for the time being. This is not a place to talk, how about we move on?" Jueyue nodded.
As he spoke, he suddenly transformed into a three-headed, six-armed wrathful Dharmadhatu. One of his arms stretched out, and with a flip of his palm, he seemed to have captured the world in his palm, dragging along the surging sea of blood, and Qin Feng disappeared together with him.
Seeing this, Cao Wei chuckled, took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve, and handed it to Wuxiang: "Father-in-law, you knew Qin Feng was here, so why are you showing off? The True Lord will deal with it, why do we youngsters have to step in?"
Wuxiang took the handkerchief, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then said slowly: "When I saw Yin Luo coming here, I knew that it must be Qin Feng who was behind it. I think he came to test you. I also wanted to take this opportunity to try it, but I only broke the opponent's blood sea vision after a hundred years of preparation, and it was difficult to hurt his body. I am really old, not as good as you, a junior!"
As he spoke, he handed over the blood-stained handkerchief.
Seeing this, Cao Wei stretched out two fingers, his face full of disgust.
After hesitating for a few breaths, he snapped his fingers and a spark of fire fell on the brocade handkerchief, burning it to ashes.
Then he breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly, "Father-in-law, personal belongings such as hair and blood cannot be thrown away randomly! If someone gets hold of them and uses them as a medium to cast a spell, then we will be in trouble."
Upon hearing this, Wu Xiang sneered: "Now, after all, I am the guardian of the White Horse Temple. With the support of the Mahayana Daoist destiny, even if it is the True Lord Du Jie who casts a spell, I can withstand such a backlash without paying a huge price. How can it harm my life? But your bad habit comes back again. Are you afraid of Qin Feng and feel insecure?"
"How could that be possible? Although Qin Feng is powerful, he is not powerful enough to make me, your son-in-law, feel afraid of him!" Cao Wei shook his head slightly.
Hearing this, Wu Xiang shook his head slightly and said slowly, "As for the rest, I can't help you! If I were to be contaminated by your karma, I'm afraid I would die instantly and there would be no place for a burial!"
(End of this chapter)
