Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

Shen Hui's heart was far stronger than Yi Chen had imagined.

Although he was still deeply saddened, Yi Chen could see that after a brief escape, he had begun to face reality and was trying to walk his own Buddhist path.

Such an extraordinary monk would not have been possessed by the evil spirits outside the courtyard if he hadn't been caught off guard. Yi Chen believed that with his nature and cultivation, overcoming emotional tribulations was only a matter of time, and the elders of Mount Daguangming likely thought the same.

Unfortunately, within the Five Realms, there is no such thing as 'if'.

Whether the death of the woman named Chun Ya was a mistake or a deliberate act pushed by the Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple, or a conspiracy between a monk at Mount Daguangming and the temple, this truth would remain unknown, buried beneath endless bloodshed.

Of course, at least half of the blame for this lost truth fell on the head of a certain Taoist.

Dawn was breaking over Mount Daguangming, and three figures stood opposite each other.

Shen Hui stood at the peak with a young monk with rosy lips and white teeth.

This young monk was none other than Shen Hui's little apprentice brother, Sheng Ye, whom Yi Chen had saved at the crucial moment.

Although Shen Hui had been slapped away by Yi Chen and protected by him in secret, Sheng Ye was still knocked unconscious in the clash of qi from Extreme Origin, only to slowly wake up in the middle of the night.

"Sheng Ye, don't blame your elder brother. The strange methods of the external evil spirits are far beyond your comprehension," Yi Chen said with a sigh as he reached out to touch the stubbornly bald head of the young monk.

Looking into the somewhat mature eyes of the young monk before him, he suddenly thought of Qing Feng and Ming Yue, who were about the same age as Sheng Ye.

Now, Sheng Ye's gaze was much more mature than Qing Feng and Ming Yue's.

And such premature maturity was not a good thing; it meant experiencing pain too early.

Qing Feng and Ming Yue had maintained their childish innocence and cunning under the protection of Yi Chen and Qing Yunzi, just as they were three years ago.

"Yi Taoist, I understand," the young monk said, looking up at Yi Chen and holding Shen Hui's hand tighter in comfort, as if to console his elder brother.

"Heh, you little monk, what do you understand?"

"I'll give you eight words: deep love shortens life; extreme wisdom causes harm. You're just a little brat. Don't act like an adult. If you want to cry, just cry it out."

"Your elder brother is extremely clever, but the path he has chosen is destined to be arduous and muddy. If you're tired or encountering difficulties, come to Falling Dragon Mountain and find me or Qing Yunzi," Yi Chen said with a laugh as he slapped Sheng Ye's buttocks.

"Yi Taoist…"

When Yi Chen said and patted him like that, Sheng Ye couldn't hold back any longer and immediately burst into tears, hugging his elder brother's legs and sobbing breathlessly.

"Buddhist friend, why do you look at me like that? It's good for the little guy to be able to cry. Don't think that everyone can be as strong as you."

"Alright, if you and your brother have any difficulties in the future, feel free to come to Falling Dragon Mountain to find me. Wherever I can lend a hand, I will do so without any hesitation."

With a casual wave of his hand, Yi Chen immediately flew swiftly towards the direction of the Supreme Daoist Sect.

Of course, this process required him to take a 'connecting flight' through the Transmission Formation in a nearby large city, delaying the conversation with Shen Hui a bit too long. He couldn't have reached the Supreme Daoist Sect at the agreed time otherwise.

Darkness at its extreme is light.

The morning star faded, and dawn's early light crept across the sky.

The young monk Sheng Ye, worn out from crying, fell asleep against Shen Hui's shoulder.

Seated high above the peak, Shen Hui looked down at the rising sun and sighed deeply:

"Red Dust's reincarnation concerns all beings; the karma cycle has its fixed order."

"A temple should be convenient for people and oneself. Instead of building it on the mountaintop, it's better at the mountain's foot."

"The temple I will rebuild might as well be called Red Dust Temple."

At this moment, perhaps the sunlight was too brilliant; the young monk Sheng Ye slowly awoke to see the gentle face of his elder brother.

"Sheng Ye, would you like to achieve enlightenment with your elder brother amidst this vivid world of Red Dust?"

"Attachment forms the five aggregates. The false combination makes the body."

"Flesh and bones are connected. Within the skin, a pile of dust."

"Deluded beings seek pleasure in attachment. The wise do not cling to kin."

"When all four forms have ceased, what shouts can then be true?"

Having recited this verse, Shen Hui's Buddha light flowed, his body immaculate, and his eyes full of great compassion, as if he had attained nirvana.

No one knew what he had realized during those short few hours.

"Brother, yes!"

Sheng Ye, clutching the handsome monk's robe, crisply agreed.

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"Look at the mountain ghost, who can't drink the Taoist's liquor~"

"Shen Hui can't smoke the matchmaker's offered cigarette~"

"You, who are leaving, I cannot keep by my side~"

"I can only resent that this world rarely allows one to have the best of both worlds~"

"Wuhu~"

Above the vast Qing Ming, a burly Taoist who had completed his transfer hummed an odd folk tune, hurrying on his way.

With a jar of old wine in his hand, he sang a line and took a sip, allowing the clear wine to wet his clothes carelessly, his demeanor bold and unrestrained.

"I wonder what price His Majesty paid to get the Supreme Daoist Sect to hand over the 'Slash the Three Corpses Martial God Scripture'."

"With His Majesty's dark heart, I guess he wouldn't offer too much. The Daoist Sect doesn't hold many cards."

"Anyway, what does this have to do with me? His Majesty will give me the Martial Scripture as long as it's convenient for me. I just need to keep increasing my strength and kill those sneaky evil demons; even if His Majesty is stingy, that's his skill."

Upon remembering the intelligence about Asna revealed by the evil-hearted rat demon before its death, Yi Chen's expression became a bit more serious, and he suddenly lost his singing mood.