NOVEL WEB Chapter 148
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Elsewhere, in one of the forty-eight Guidance Halls of the Buddha Temple.
With the help of Xiao Shan’s medicinal pills, Elder Hui Xing of the Guidance Hall had almost fully recovered from his injuries.
At this moment, he was in the temple, chanting sutras.
After finishing his chanting, he opened his eyes and shook his head slightly.
He found himself somewhat ridiculous.
Wasn’t it just being beaten up by a monk named “Zhang Hu” and a big White Tiger?
The Buddhist Sect preaches not to be angry or resentful, yet he had held a grudge against all tiger demons and monks with “Hu” in their names, which really didn’t fit his image as a high monk.
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“Amitabha, the Buddha is merciful. This must be my karma,” Hui Xing realized.As the cause is sown, so is the fruit reaped.
Thinking about it now, maybe he had a conflict with ‘tigers (Hu)’ in his past life?
Being beaten up this time could be considered settling that karma.
Hui Xing smiled contentedly, proud of his enlightenment.
Although there were many elders in the Buddha Temple, there were not many high monks like him who could see through the surface and understand karma in such a short time.
“Elder, another foreign cultivator has arrived,” a young novice monk came to inform him.
Hui Xing nodded and rose from his cushion.
He walked slowly out of the temple and indeed saw the cultivator who had just entered the Guidance Hall, his brows filled with worry and his face stern.
“Donor, your forehead is darkened. I fear you may encounter a bloody disaster!”
Hui Xing was in a good mood and intended to enlighten the man.
Upon hearing this, the cultivator trembled.
He quickly stepped forward and grabbed Hui Xing’s sleeve, saying, “The high monk speaks the truth! My recent troubles are not just a bloody disaster, and I face such perils almost every day! Do you have a solution?”
Hui Xing remained silent, only pointing to the cultivator’s heart.
“Do you mean…”
After pondering for a moment, the cultivator’s eyes brightened: “I should be steadfast in heart, not fear the powerful, be brave in moving forward, and never compromise?”
“No.”
Hui Xing shook his head and smiled, “What I mean is, you should be timid at heart.”
The cultivator was at a loss for words.
“Donor, this is the poor monk’s advice from experience.”
Hui Xing’s lips curled into a faint smile, saying, “There are countless cultivators in the world. Some are born with strong physiques, and some are born to good fathers. Instead of trying to defy fate, ordinary cultivators like us should follow our hearts and at least live freely and happily.”
The visiting cultivator’s eyes gradually lit up as he contemplated these words.
To follow one’s heart is not to be timid. That’s why one should be timid at heart.
To act according to one’s heart is to seek a carefree and happy life.
He had an epiphany!
He thought he was already timid enough, but in reality, he was extremely resistant to being timid, which is why he was troubled every day.
If he could accept his timidity, all frustrations would dissipate like smoke!
“Master, your words have opened my eyes. Please accept my bow!” The cultivator bowed deeply, quite grateful.
“Hehe, the poor monk is only a monk. I do not care for these formalities.”
Hui Xing quickly helped the cultivator up.
Still smiling, he spread his hand in front of the cultivator.
Staring at the plump hand before him, the cultivator had another realization.
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So, does this mean that monks don’t care for formalities, but they do care for tangible gifts?
“I came in haste and did not bring anything of value. I only have some poison pills, which I can offer as a token of my sincerity.”
The cultivator handed over several high-grade poison pills, looking somewhat embarrassed.
Hui Xing’s face darkened.
Poison pills?
What would a monk do with poison pills?
Wait! sixth-grade poison pills?!
Such high-level pills, even if they were poison, could be sold for a good price!
“Donor, you are too kind. I am just spreading the teachings of Buddha,” Hui Xing chuckled as he accepted the pills.
Adhering to the principle of being indebted to the giver, he still reminded, “Donor, remember to follow your heart, or your bloody disaster may be imminent!”
The cultivator nodded, taking the words to heart.
“By the way, may I know the donor’s surname and the purpose of your visit to the Buddha Temple?” Hui Xing asked.
“My name is Zhang Hu, and I’m a true disciple of the Jiuyan Sect’s Ninth Peak. I came to the Buddha Temple in search of Xiao Shan, the first true disciple of the Ancient Pill Tower,” the cultivator replied honestly.
“Oh, so you are Zhang… What was it?!” Hui Xing was suddenly startled.
“Zhang Hu.”
“…What Hu?”
“Zhang Hu.”
“…”
After confirming he had heard correctly, Hui Xing’s expression darkened.
Zhang Hu… it’s another Zhang Hu!
He brought poison pills, and he claimed to be from the Ninth Peak of the Jiuyan Sect?
He immediately understood that this person might very well be…
“Haha, I wondered why you were so generous and giving away six-grade pills! So that’s it, you must be Jiang Chen!”
Hui Xing thought he had uncovered the truth.
“What? I am Jiang Chen?” Zhang Hu pointed to his nose, confused.
“Jiang Chen, oh Jiang Chen, you are truly foolish! Your biggest mistake was saying you are the true disciple of the Jiuyan Sect’s Ninth Peak! And also, not bringing a tiger demon!” Hui Xing seemed to hold the winning card, looking smug.
“What… What do you mean?” Zhang Hu was even more confused.
“There’s no one in the Jiuyan Sect who can casually give out six-grade pills except for the high-ranking members and you, the young master of the Jiang family! You pretend to be Zhang Hu and don’t even bring a tiger. Do you think I’m stupid? Moreover, as far as I know, there is no one named Zhang Hu among the true disciples of the Jiuyan Sect’s Ninth Peak!” Hui Xing analyzed carefully.
Zhang Hu was completely dumbfounded.
The sixth-grade Poison Pill was a gift from Xiao Hongyi.
Worried about his low success rate in poisoning, Xiao Hongyi recently gave him all the poison pills she had refined.
As for bringing a tiger?
Who says that just because someone is named Zhang Hu, they must bring a tiger?
If that were the case, then wouldn’t a cultivator named Zhang Long have to bring a dragon? (TLN: Long means dragon.)
Regarding his true identity, it’s clear that the information from the Buddha Temple is outdated!
Or perhaps Xiao Hongyi simply couldn’t be bothered to announce it?
Either way, this is a blatant sophistry!
Zhang Hu was furious, feeling that Hui Xing was deliberately making things difficult for him.
But if he left now, he wouldn’t be able to complete Xiao Hongyi’s mission and to save his own life, he would have to betray his sect and spend the rest of his life on the run.
He didn’t want to face such consequences.
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Even though Jiang Chen had beaten him and he was bullied by madmen, he always considered the Jiuyan Sect his home!
“Master, please calm your anger.”
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Hu swore to the heavens.
“By the Heavenly Dao above, if I am Jiang Chen, may I live like a maggot in this life, have my bones crushed and scattered after death, be reborn as livestock, and never to die a good death in countless reincarnations!”
“Hiss!”
That harsh?
Hui Xing took a sharp breath. Cultivators don’t swear oaths lightly, especially those witnessed by the Heavenly Dao.
Even though the Heavenly Dao isn’t so idle as to pay attention to every oath a cultivator makes, if such an oath is false, it could very well plant a demon in one’s heart, thus limiting their cultivation in the future.
“Are you really not Jiang Chen?” Hui Xing asked for confirmation.
“I am not.”
Zhang Hu’s expression was resolute as he declared emphatically: “Although Jiang Chen is my Eldest Senior Brother, our paths of good and evil do not align, and we have never gotten along!”
“Is that so?” Hui Xing asked again.
“Truer than the true scriptures!”
After a brief silence, Hui Xing suddenly laughed.
He laughed wildly and smugly, then loudly questioned: “Since you’re not Jiang Chen, how dare you call yourself Zhang Hu? Are you not taking me seriously?!”
Zhang Hu was completely baffled.
His name was given by his parents, how could it be related to Jiang Chen?
“Zhang Hu, oh Zhang Hu, do you know where you went wrong?” Hui Xing smiled cruelly.
“Gulp.”
Swallowing hard, Zhang Hu shook his head incessantly.
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“Firstly, you shouldn’t call yourself Zhang Hu, because I’ve recently developed a strong dislike for that name. Secondly, had you not mentioned your enmity with Jiang Chen, I really wouldn’t have dared to touch you. After all, Jiang Chen is your Eldest Senior Brother, and if I were to harm you, I would incur the wrath of the Jiang family. But now…”
As he spoke, Hui Xing brought his hands together in prayer and shouted: “Evildoer, surrender your life!!”
With those words, he activated his Buddhist cultivation technique, transformed it into a golden body, and hammered Zhang Hu mercilessly.
Zhang Hu was no match and was instantly beaten to a bloody pulp.
He had thought his bloody disaster would occur when he poisoned Xiao Shan, but he hadn’t expected it to happen right now!
“Bald donkey, you’ll pay for this!!”
With those words, Zhang Hu used all his strength to flee, disappearing in a puff of smoke.
“A high-grade movement technique?”
Hui Xing was taken aback and then scoffed.
“Quite the fast runner! May Buddha’s compassion be with you, just don’t let me see you again!”
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