Chapter 38: The Demon-Sealing Zen Master

  Just as the two sides were in a subtle standoff, a golden light burst forth and descended instantly onto the earth, directly enveloping Wang Tao's body buried in the ground far away, protecting him from harm before the oppressive atmosphere could approach.

  "Amitabha Buddha! I've spoken with you and we have a predestined relationship! Save your life, accept this good karma..."

  The golden light disappeared, but a young monk wearing a gray cassock appeared, looking dusty and travel-worn, smiling at Wang Tao who had fainted.

  This golden light undoubtedly attracted the attention of the three people present. At this time, all three were stunned and surprisingly no one recognized the young monk!

  "Amitabha Buddha, I wonder which precious temple the great master came from?" Ku Chan asked with a slight pause.

  The young monk turned around, looked at the three people present, and sat down in front of Wang Tao with a smile: "My Buddhist name is 'Mao Mao', no school or sect, just a wandering ascetic monk. Everyone doesn't need to care about me, just treat me as if I don't exist."

  The young monk finished speaking and directly closed his eyes, no longer paying attention to the three people. This made all three of them somewhat perplexed.

  With his spear at the ready, he gazed intently at the young monk, exuding spiritual energy, yet unable to discern its depth, his brow furrowed.

  But Kusen, after the young monk turned around, he fell into deep thought, as if recalling some memory, his eyes staring blankly at the young monk.

  "Where did this bald donkey come from? You'd better stay out of the way, or I'll slap you to death with one palm!"

  However, he was different. He practiced demonic Taoist techniques and was not bound by any rules. Killing was done at will, let alone being the master of a sect, a hegemonic figure in his own right. Naturally, he wouldn't care about the young monk's reasoning! After all, Buddhist practitioners had always been the arch-nemesis of demonic Taoists, and he didn't believe that the young monk would really remain silent!

  "Huh?" The young monk's eyebrows rose as he listened to Mozuo's words, and his eyes opened wide as he looked at Mozuo.

  At the moment when the young monk looked at Mo Zu, it was a very ordinary glance, but Mo Zu suddenly felt his breath catch, his bones crackling all over, and the next moment he actually knelt down on the ground!

  This scene naturally fell into the eyes of Zhi Ge and Ku Zen, and in an instant, it made the pupils of both people suddenly shrink!

  "A single glance can make the lowest seat kneel down, his cultivation is at least in the late stage of dividing gods!" Zhi Ge's heart surged with a huge wave, that was equivalent to the level of the leader of the Knife Sect! At this time, Zhi Ge had lost all his usual calmness.

  On the other hand, Ku Chan was even more unbearable and directly stood up to pay respects to the young monk as a senior in Buddhism!

  "Disciple suffers from Zen, pays respects to the crazy demon master!"

  As soon as this was said, it shocked everyone present!

  Zhi Ge and Mo Zu did not expect that the young monk was actually the ancestor of Su Chan!

  "Ancestor of the bitter Zen? What level of old monster is that? And yet...". At this time, the last seat couldn't help but smile bitterly, the black air all over his body had disappeared, revealing a pale and withered face.

  "This humble monk is not your master, I'm just a ascetic monk. And you, that young one, what did you just say? You want to slap this humble monk to death?" The young monk didn't pay attention to the bitter Zen at all, but instead looked at the last seat with a smile on his face.

  It's always been him taking pictures of others, this is the first time someone wants to take a picture of him, and he can't help but feel a spark of interest.

  "Ah, junior dare not! It was just a slip of the tongue, please forgive me, senior!" The monk at the back seat stuttered and hastily said he didn't dare, fearing that he would be slapped by the young monk instead!

  "Nothing to say? How strange, am I having another hallucination? Never mind, this poor monk rarely interferes with your trivial matters. As long as you don't harm this young donor, this monk won't intervene in your affairs!" The young monk said thoughtfully, glancing at the last seat.

  "Ah, thank you for sparing my life!" He was momentarily stunned, but quickly regained his composure and expressed gratitude. At the same time, he also felt a strong desire to retreat, knowing that he had to leave this perilous place immediately. He never expected that even someone as terrifying as the young monk would appear!

  Not just Muzuo has retreated, but also Kuchan and Zhige are the same!

  Zhi Ge stopped because of the young monk's words, that little master almost extinguished his breath, he didn't know if the young monk would slap him in the face.

  But Kusen was the one among the three who wanted to leave the most. Perhaps Mokuba and Shishio didn't know about this monk's origin, but he did!

  Kusen still remembered that it was a thousand years ago when he was just an ordinary young monk at Pudusi Temple.

  In memory, the young monk was in Putuo Temple a thousand years ago, with the Buddhist name 'Fengmo', at that time his cultivation had already reached the later stage of breaking through, in charge of the position of Punishment Chan Master of Putuo Temple, known as Fengmo Chan Master.

  Fengmo Chan Master is the abbot of the Vinaya Institute of Putuo Temple, and can be said to be a person who is above all others. At that time, Fengmo Chan Master's reputation in Putuo Temple was absolutely intimidating to his disciples!

  Bitter Zen vaguely remembers that at that time, something big happened, changing the personality of Fēng Mó Chán Shī.

  That thing is the master of Fēngmó Chánshī's master, the current abbot of Pǔdù Sì 'Fēngchán' Dàshī passed away!

  Feng Chan Fang Zhang once took in the wandering Feng Mo Chan Shi, giving him a meal and accepting him as a closed-door disciple. Feng Mo Chan Shi had immense respect for this master. After Feng Chan's passing, he couldn't let go and his personality drastically changed, becoming the true Mad Demon. He stirred up an unforgettable incident at Pu Du Temple, which also triggered another disastrous event in the Xiu Xian continent!

  After the Demon King, the Sealing Monk slaughtered all the disciples of the Putuo Temple who had broken their vows, causing the elders of the Putuo Temple's Longwang Hall to become enraged and intervene. They captured him and imprisoned him in the Sealing Tower, forcing him to meditate and repent for a hundred years.

  But ten years later, the Demon Tower suddenly burst out with blood light, and the formation of the Bao Pagoda was directly shattered. The demons danced wildly and rushed straight into the sky, covering the sun and moon! The demon's aura also directly enveloped the entire Putuo Temple jurisdiction, causing all living beings to be scorched!

  This calamity, although Su Can participated in it, he didn't understand much about it. After all, his cultivation was too low at that time. He only knew that this great chaos that lasted for a hundred years caused countless lives to be lost, and the disaster was so severe that it could be described as "blood staining the sky"!

  For a hundred years, the demons and monsters wreaked havoc, all the cultivators and Buddhist monks who participated in this war could only focus on eliminating the demons and monsters, no one noticed that this matter was related to Fēngmó Chánshī. The people of Pǔdù Sì looked back to find the cause, and found out that it was caused by Fēngmó Chánshī after they went back to investigate, then wanted to look for Fēngmó Chánshī again, but Fēngmó Chánshī seemed to have suddenly disappeared from the world, unknown where he went...

  Until now, most of those who knew about the matter have already passed away, and none of the few remaining ones have met Fēngmó Chánshī in this thousand years.

  Kuzen suddenly saw a young monk today, and he couldn't even believe his own eyes. This young monk who called himself Monk MaoMao made him recall that dusty memory in an instant!

  The appearance of the Demon-Sealing Zen Master was exactly the same as it was a thousand years ago, without any change whatsoever. His cultivation had become immeasurable by now, causing Ku Zen to feel bitter in his heart and not dare to ask about the matters of that year again!

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