Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 992 - 645: What’s Your Identity to Compare Boundaries with Me

Chapter 992: Chapter 645: What’s Your Identity to Compare Boundaries with Me

The cramped alley suddenly quieted down.

The two senior monks stood with their hands hanging by their sides, silently staring at Monk Zhi Kong before them. After a long while, the corners of their mouths turned upward, "Then that’s good."

"Disciple, please return the Dragon Tiger Scripture to the sect as soon as possible. The elders are all waiting."

Zhi Qing patted Zhi Kong on the shoulder and advised, "Then we won’t bother you anymore, Disciple. Attend to your duties, we bid you farewell."

Having said that, with a hint of a smile in their eyes and without any more hesitation, they turned and walked toward the outside of the alley, their footsteps noticeably hastier than when they arrived.

Monk Zhi Kong maintained the gesture of palms pressed together and slowly opened his eyes, not looking back, still gazing at his toes: "Brother, have the sect’s elders never taught us what compassion is?"

He was inexperienced in the ways of the world, not truly a fool.

He also knew that his reaction just now would hardly convince anyone.

Immortal Fellow Shen did browse through the Dragon Tiger Scripture, but everyone is naturally curious, and ignorance is no sin, especially since the other party genuinely saved two innocent lives under the watchful guidance of Spirit Brother, preventing the scripture from being leaked and causing a major disaster in the Mortal Realm.

The merits and demerits offset each other.

They slowly stopped in their tracks, looked at each other, and their voices grew colder, "Did the elders never teach us that monks should not lie?"

With those words, they glanced towards the neighboring house, where the half-closed wooden door blew open without wind, revealing the old woman who was curiously eavesdropping behind it.

Suddenly discovered, the old woman’s slack facial skin trembled a few times. She turned to flee into her house, but her stooped body was suddenly pulled back.

She struggled frantically like a little chick, her head now firmly grasped by a rough hand.

In just a breath’s time, the old woman stopped struggling, her gaze empty, and even after being released, she did not flee, still standing there stupefied.

Zhi Qing retrieved the Golden Scroll from her and casually tossed it aside.

Rustle—

The edge of the scroll, sharp as a knife, swiftly grazed past Monk Zhi Kong’s face, leaving a faint trail of blood on his skin that had reached the Traveler Realm.

The disparity in strength between the two men was clear and divided.

"She, a mere mortal, has gazed upon the sacred scripture and will be mired in suffering for life. Yet you hesitated greatly, unwilling to save her."

Zhi Qing looked back towards the end of the alley and said with a gentle smile, "Now I have saved her for you, which also serves to teach you what compassion is."

"Brother, look at what you’ve learned from your worldly trials. If the elders found out, I don’t know how heartbroken they would be. Be careful not to fall into suffering, for a deficiency in character will deny you the fruit of enlightenment for life."

Monk Zhi Ming brought his palms together and gently consoled, "I see that you’re already burdened with a great deal of royal energy from the world. It’s better to return to the sect quickly and ask the elders for help, to complete the final calamity. Both of us can practice diligently together and soon join the ranks of Traveler Jin Lian."

After saying this, they resumed their steps and quickly exited this residential alley.

What they wanted was the content on the Dragon Tiger Scripture, not the scripture itself. Compared to taking it from Zhi Kong, which would cause many troubles, it was better to get it from "others," and no one could find fault in that.

"Huff."

Monk Zhi Kong stood in place, dazed.

Monks should not lie; deficiency in character denies enlightenment... these words echoed in his ears.

After a long while, he bent down to pick up the Golden Scroll, turned around, and walked over to the stupefied old woman, murmuring, "If there’s a deficiency, so be it."

He sat down cross-legged and raised his palms, relying on the royal energy obtained from begging and taking on others’ calamities, he exhaled from his mouth and lips, slowly infusing it into the old fool’s head.

In an instant, their expressions seemed to swap.

To make use of the royal energy, one must digest the embodied Wish Power.

Monk Zhi Kong’s expression gradually became dazed, while the old woman’s eyes slowly turned clearer.

Yet, the process of digesting the Wish Power was somewhat easier than before.

Soon, Monk Zhi Kong regained some semblance of consciousness, only to hear an unpleasant curse ringing in his ears.

"Thief monk! Murderer!"

The old woman, clearly still submerged in her previous panic, kicked Zhi Kong in the chest, then scurried back into her home and slammed the door shut.

"Take care."

Monk Zhi Kong’s face was pale, he sighed helplessly, dusted off his chest, and likewise left the alley.

The royal energy that came from begging was rightfully used where it came from.

...

Jianyang Prefecture Inn.

Although the Demon Slayer Bureau could not reveal its identity openly, as a member of the Imperial Court, it still had no lack of arranged accommodations.

But since Shen Yi joined them, he had been rushing about with Meng Xiuwen and hadn’t had the chance to meet with the Magistrate. Therefore, he was slightly late and could only stay temporarily in the inn.

He was resting in his room and did not go out to chat with Hongze, his old friend.

Greeting everyone in front of the Land Temple and Demon Slayer Bureau was one thing, but being too involved in other matters was another.

With many eyes about, Shen Yi had not forgotten that there were still troubles on his person that he hadn’t dealt with.

Knock knock.

Just then, there came a series of knocks at the door.

Shen Yi slightly raised his eyebrows; he really didn’t want any more complications right now.

Upon opening the door, the visitor was Ye Jing.

"Officer Shen, a little boy just brought this letter to the inn, saying it was from a monk. The monk also wanted to notify others, so he didn’t come himself."

"Hmm?"

Shen Yi took the letter and skimmed it.

As expected, the monk he knew in Jianyang Prefecture was none other than Master Zhi Kong.

The content of the letter was simple:

Disciples of the Bodhi Sect have tracked you down. Their intentions are not good; please leave Jianyang Prefecture as soon as possible and go to a place as close as possible to the Imperial Capital.