I Don’t Want to Get Hurt, So I’ll Max Out My Defense

Chapter 952: 953 Chapter: Goodbye Liaowang

“Woof! I’m a child of Buddha, how dare you treat me like this!”

Ergouzi struggled, punching and kicking, looking to buy some time.

“Amitabha, quiet down!”

The leading monk flicked his finger, and a streak of white light entered Ergouzi’s brow, instantly calming him down. His eyes became hazy and somewhat confused, it was clear he had been forced into conversion.

Just now, that monk had directly infused the power of faith into Ergouzi’s body, forcefully converting him without even reciting the Six Syllable Mantra, too domineering. @@novelbin@@

“Now’s our chance, take them away!”

Several monks made swift decisions, reaching out to also take away the remaining Heavenly Immortal Realm cultivators on the mountain peak. Blood Soul and the others attempted to resist but were touched on the brow by a Semi-Saint, the power of faith sweeping through their bodies as their eyes gradually grew hazy.

“No fish slipped the net, hurry back to Arhat Hall, don’t waste time. The battle among those of the Saint Realm is not something we can interfere with!”

The few Semi-Saints vanished from atop the mountain ridges in a blur, taking away the Heavenly Immortal Realm disciples of the Buddhist Sect.

In the sky above, Xiao Lao Di’s body blazed with an outpouring of divine brightness as if it cost nothing, growing bolder as the battle raged on. Monk Wuyan, on the other hand, grew increasingly alarmed; he felt as though he was being suppressed.

The strength of the man before him seemed to have grown again, overpowering him with just a trace of divine brightness from the Immortal Demon Transformation, no need for demonic conversion.

“Amitabha, the Immortal Demon Transformation truly lives up to its reputation as a self-created cultivation technique, completely unaffected by this poor monk’s power of faith. I am impressed!”

“Today this poor monk has captured those demons. Heaven cherishes all life, and considering your advanced age and the not-easy path of cultivation, I shall grant you a way out in the hope that you grasp this opportunity, cleanse your heart, and lead a good life. Do not lead yourself astray!”

Monk Wuyan waved his Zen Staff, and the visions of a tiger’s roar and dragon’s chant immediately vanished. After loftily casting those words, he floated away.

“Damn it, running away when you can’t beat me, what a vile move!”

Xiao Lao Di spit resentfully, knowing that he couldn’t stop an equal if set on fleeing. Moreover, within the Buddha Country’s territory, the danger was even greater. If he recklessly entered, even he couldn’t escape unscathed.

Looking toward the empty mountain with a hint of unease, he thought, “Those youngsters have been taken away, a lifetime of wisdom has been destroyed in an instant. The Buddha Country is full of dangers, there’s no way I can go there. I heard that Li Xiaobai is a member of the Eastern Continent’s Enforcement Team. Why not take this opportunity to meet Beichen Feng? It’s better for one’s own people to save their own.”

After speaking, the aged figure merged into the void and disappeared.

A few breaths later.

Atop the mountain, in a secluded corner, a small mound suddenly cracked open, covered by a layer of frost, and a beautiful figure in a splendid dress, holding a blue paper umbrella, floated out, breathing out a cold breath.

“I didn’t expect the monk Wuyan would take action himself, that even Xiao Lao Di couldn’t protect Li Xiaobai. This matter must be reported back to the Eastern Continent to inform the Helmsman, letting him decide.”

“Lately, it really has been a time of troubles. Semi-Saints and Saints wander around like common cabbages. But once I refine the Frost Cicada, I should also be able to reach that level. Let’s take a long-term view on Li Xiaobai’s situation. There’s always a way out; first, let’s slip away!”

Wu Chengjue murmured to herself as she watched the direction the monks had taken, then turned and gracefully moved towards the seaside.

This fray, sparked by a large grave, thus came to an end.

…

Meanwhile, at the same time, elsewhere.

Within Great Thunderclap Temple, in Arhat Hall.

Li Xiaobai and others were personally escorted by several high monks into a secret chamber with stone walls on all sides, completely bare. Thrown in with them were Blood Soul and several other Heavenly Immortal Realm experts, all now showing expressions of idiocy with hazy eyes.

They had been eroded by the power of faith and were now in the process of their thoughts gradually being assimilated. Once fully converted, they would return to normal.

“Never in my life has Ol’Fatty suffered like this!”

Liu Jinshui grumbled. Even when he was taken from the Immortal Spirit Continent to the Central Origin Realm, he was treated with respect, never having endured such indignity.

“The space here has been frozen too,”

Li Xiaobai shook the talisman in his hand and said.

“This Arhat Hall is basically Great Thunderclap Temple’s enforcer. Junior Brother, it seems our luck is running thin today.”

“Poor me, Liu Jinshui, hasn’t even taken a wife yet and now I’m about to meet my end at the hands of the Buddhist Sect. But if we’re talking about a sad story, it’s yours that’s worse, Junior Brother. You’ve only been married for a short while, and now your sister-in-law will have to remain a widow. Eh, do you think she might remarry? If she has children in the future, whose would they be?”

Liu Jinshui wouldn’t stop talking, and Li Xiaobai knew he was truly helpless to escape ascension and wanted to distract himself to find some peace.

“Senior Brother, there’s no need to panic. There are still many nuns within the Buddhist Sect. When the time comes, your little brother will make sure you find a good match before you die,”

Li Xiaobai said with a cheerful laugh.

“Junior Brother, your Senior Brother was just trying to lighten the mood. I know you must have a way to escape, so hurry up and take it out. Let’s take our chance and make a run for it while no one’s watching!”

Liu Jinshui sidled up to Li Xiaobai and whispered conspiratorially.

“Clang!”

The iron door to the secret room was opened, and several monks stepped in. The one in the lead was an old monk with a portly belly, somewhat bloated and fat, with the killing monk Wuyan and several young disciples following closely behind him.

Seeing this, Liu Jinshui immediately fell silent, only giving Li Xiaobai a knowing look.

“Amitabha!”

“This old monk Wuyuzi, the Abbot of the Great Thunderclap Temple, greets all benefactors!”

The old monk intoned a Buddhist salutation and sat down on the floor, his voice carrying great penetrative power. Occasionally, faint white light flowed through his words, which was the Power of Faith.

In an instant, Li Xiaobai made a judgment: the old monk had infused his speech with the Power of Faith, baptizing all who heard him speak with it and, as the conversation went on, gradually converting them.

Blood Soul, who seemed a bit dim-witted and vacant-eyed, suddenly had sparks of intelligence in his eyes and his face revealed a hint of fanaticism upon hearing the old monk’s words.

“Buddha’s disciple, are you well?”

The old monk warmly and naturally greeted Ergouzi.

“Amitabha, Wuhu has seen the great Abbot Master!”

Ergouzi stood up and bowed deeply, his demeanor somewhat comical.

While they were chatting, Li Xiaobai felt someone bump his elbow. He glanced discreetly and noticed that the person’s gaze was fixated straight ahead. Feeling puzzled, he followed the gaze and his body suddenly shook.

He saw a familiar old acquaintance.

Among the row of monks standing beside the killing monk Wuyan, he was astonished to see a familiar face – Little Monk Liaowang!

This little monk, who he had once crossed paths with in the Immortal Spirit Continent, was now appearing in the Great Thunderclap Temple right before him!

How did he get here?

And why was he here?

Seemingly sensing Li Xiaobai’s gaze, Liaowang subtly lifted his head and rapidly blinked his eyes, a fleeting gesture, then lowered his head again, pretending not to recognize Li Xiaobai at all.

Li Xiaobai and Liu Jinshui exchanged glances, both reading the other’s thoughts.

Liaowang hadn’t been converted; they had a way out!