Chapter 39: Fumo Suo

  Great wisdom is like foolishness? Qing Shui Zhen Ren seems to have reminded of this, three monks can't drink water, if a fool goes directly to Sun Xing, it may actually succeed.

  Ximen Chao fell into deep thought and didn't speak, Lin Fan asked: "What's wrong?"

  "My master and Qing Shui Zhen Ren had some dealings, he once said that Qing Shui Zhen Ren was cold and ruthless, although she practiced the Orthodox Taoist methods, but her heart was poisonous. Now she has feelings for a rabbit... did you notice? Qing Shui Zhen Ren previously told us to kill Sun You to avenge Ling Er, only then would she give us the Wu Xin Teng. But later on, she said that she just wanted to retrieve Ling Er's fur."

  Lin Fan thought for a moment: "The one your master knew was her in the past, right?"

  Ximen Xiaoming glared at Lin Fan: "Why did you ignore the most important point? Why does Qing Shui know that Ling'er is now just a shell of her former self, or rather, why is she still alive? She said she had an oath not to enter the Ten Thousand Great Mountain, but Ling'er is already dead. Can one still calculate the life and death of an ordinary rabbit?"

  "It's a trap......" Lin was suddenly enlightened, but still puzzled: "Then why did Qing Shui Zhen Ren want to deceive us?"

  Ximen Shuai was still thinking when a black rope suddenly shot out from under his feet. Ximen Shuai reacted quickly and immediately urged his true energy to escape, but unexpectedly the rope suddenly became ten times longer, tying Ximen Shuai and Lin Fan back to back together. Ximen Shuai exclaimed: "Fumo Rope? Old Fumo of Da Yu Mountain?"

  "The poor monk has taken his leave." The stunning beauty stepped on the Zen staff and slowly got up: "You two ox-noses can rest here for a moment, I'll be right back... Haha!"

  He finished speaking and walked away, Lin Fan's true energy was activated, and he shouted: "Disperse!"

  The devil's claw is as if it has spirituality, and the brushing and binding are even tighter.

  "Don't mess around." Ximen Shuai hastily said: "This is called the Fumo Index, it's a treasure made by the Fumo Old Man of Mount Da Yu using his unique secret method. Every time you use a bit of true energy, the rope tightens up a bit."

  "What should we do then?"

  "The true energy dissipated, and in an instant, the ropes were untied."

  Lin Fan looked down and asked in a loud voice, "You said you've dissipated your true energy?"

  Ximen Commander was speechless, Ximen Commander stepped on the Qiankun Circle, relying on the Qiankun Circle. Lin Fan used a bamboo sword, and with one dispersal of true energy, he fell headfirst to the ground. But if he continued to float in mid-air, the Demon-subduing Rope would slowly tighten.

  "I have a way, you can slowly use your magic to descend, once you reach the ground, you won't need to waste any more magic." A crisp and melodious voice floated over from afar.

  "Down!" The two urged their true energy, manipulating the Qiankun circle and the bamboo sword. The Fumo rope was tightened even more, and the two endured the pain and struggled to land on the mountain ground. Later, the six trees surrounding the mountain revealed Sanskrit characters, which were the Buddhist six-word mantra: Om Mani Padme Hum!

  A brilliant light flashed, and a "ten thousand" character appeared on the ground. Xi Men Shuai hurriedly mobilized his true energy, but then became enraged: "What kind of formation is this? It's actually impossible to mobilize my true energy?"

  Lin Fan had met many people this time, but the experience of the Xiu Xian world was still very poor. Who could answer West Gate's question? He didn't know either, and could only say: "Isn't it just in time? We can't urge the circulation of true energy, so the Demon Subduing Rope can be removed."

  Ximen Shuai explained: "The Fumo Rope will turn back into an ordinary rope, but how can we untie it when we can't even circulate our true energy? The Fumo Rope is recorded in the Demon Sect's secret classics. One thousand years ago, the Demon Sect's Guardian pursued a disciple of our sect to Mount Yu, and Mount Yu's old man made a bet with him. If he won, he would pardon the disciple's sins. The Guardian agreed, but didn't expect Mount Yu's old man to have this move, the Fumo Rope. He was defeated without knowing what hit him. The Guardian asked what kind of technique it was, and Mount Yu's old man replied that it had no name, so calling it the Fumo Rope wasn't excessive. However, the recorded Fumo Rope is even more powerful than this one, probably due to differences in cultivation."

  As they spoke, the Fumo Suo's light dissipated, and it was revealed that it was just an ordinary rope that had been refined with a secret method for several days. Ximen Shuai and Lin Fan were both knocked to the ground, facing a predicament. Ximen Shuai smiled wryly: "I really didn't expect to see the Fumo Suo, this trip wasn't in vain after all."

  "Get out of here!" Lin Fan said.

  Ximen Yan was furious: "You get out of here."

  "I said roll over to that rock edge, since it's an ordinary rope, it can be ground off."

  "No..."

  "Huh?"

  "My face..."

  Ximen Shuai said something, Lin Fan exerted himself and arched his back, Ximen Shuai fell to the ground, Lin Fan pressed down on Ximen Shuai's back, Ximen Shuai spat out weeds and mud: "Don't move around, I'm rolling. Are you ready?"

  "Get out!"

  Ximen Shuai rolled over, just about to catch his breath, when Lin Fan suddenly thrust out his buttocks and pressed Ximen Shuai's face into the mud again. Ximen Shuai was furious: "Say you're ready! Ready, roll!"

  ……

  A figure fell into the midst of Zi Zai Valley, surrounded by hundreds of monkeys grasping stones on all sides. In the center of Zi Zai Valley stood a stone chair, upon which sat a hairy man: "Who are you and why have you intruded upon my Zi Zai Valley?"

  Jade-like color sprinkled with a smile: "Sun Youren, I am the nephew of Qing Shui Zhen Ren, come to take Ling Er's fur." The poor monk is quite skilled in listening techniques. Lying on the ground can hear the distant conversation, but only hear people standing on the ground talking.

  Sun Xing stood up and scratched his face: "Dead!"

  "Die!" The group of monkeys responded, countless stones hitting the character's head and face.

  "Absolutely stunning, but not quite as expected. However, the Buddha's cultivation is impressive. A halo of Buddhist light appears on his back: 'Amitabha Buddha.' Reminder to my brother, you're a vegetarian, we're from the same system."

  Rocks pelted him, bouncing off one after another, but the monkey was more troublesome than expected. Among a hundred rocks, one was actually filled with true energy, and Colorful suffered a heavy blow, flying back several steps. Just as he regained his senses, a sturdy stick struck his shoulder with boundless force. Indeed, it was a fellow Buddhist, and Colorful couldn't help but cry out in surprise as he was smashed to the ground.

  Although Buddhist monks are often armed with blunt instruments, such as Zen sticks and clubs, even the Buddha's knife has never been unsheathed. However, the power of Buddhist weapons should not be underestimated. This club struck a brilliant blow, causing him to stumble around in a circle before stabilizing his footing by gathering his true energy.

  Sun Xiong was furious: "Qingshui, you have deceived people too much. First, you killed my Ling'er, and then you let people find me to dig up her grave."

  Your grandma! Absolutely stunning, just one listen and I knew I was being played. This Ling'er is not her rabbit, but a close relative of Sun You's, and I'm asking for the corpse of someone from their family...

  Jue Se suddenly 'slapped' her knees down: "Hero, listen to me finish."

  Sun Xing's hair stood on end as he said, "Speak."

  "The hero only knows that Qing Shui told me to come find you for the pelt, but doesn't know why I would listen to Qing Shui's words and come find you with bad intentions."

  "Are you not her nephew?"

  "Yes, but... the evil spirit of Clear Water has captured my mother, father, grandfather, grandmother... all seventeen members of my family. If I don't come, she will make my mother, father... all seventeen people into lanterns in the sky."

  "What made you look for me?"