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Chapter 1247 - Chapter 1247 Chapter 539 Seeking Buddha

Chapter 1247: Chapter 539: Seeking Buddha Chapter 1247: Chapter 539: Seeking Buddha Longyuan had been breached, and the hidden lines laid out by the other continents were continually pulled out by the patrols of Wang Po. At this point, Ancient Blood Tower urgently needed a resounding victory to consolidate its own confidence.

If it were possible to kill the passing Wang Po in Chaochang, or crush those elite forces from the Forest Department, perhaps it would make the arrogantly proud Dutian Heavenly King realize the cost of underestimating the Blood Tower.

Before the Blood Jade could light up again, he needed to amass power in Chaochang. There was no better place suited for Corpse Refining than a city filled with fear and resentment.

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The chaos in Chaochang naturally did not escape the eyes of the passing Wang Po.

However, having seen life and death, Wang Chang simply could not muster interest in the plight of the common folk: “The city’s order is controlled by the noble families. What we should do is find the Devil Lord Gou Chen and kill him!”

“But…”

Walking along the mountain path, Wang Po turned his head to look at the smoke-laden Chaochang and hesitated, “Now Chaochang is troubled from within and without, with rioters everywhere. If we do not intervene, there will be even greater conflicts and more casualties later. Does this not run counter to Wang Po’s duty to supervise the world and stabilize the situation?”

“There are major and minor chaoses.”

Wang Chang looked at his younger son, who had just joined Wang Po and still harbored full enthusiasm, and said indifferently, “The chaos in Chaochang is but a minor one. Although the commoners are in disarray, the clans are not. How long can such riots last, and how far can they spread? The current brutality is merely because the battle between the Xiang Family and the Da Lin Commerce Alliance remains unresolved, and neither side has spare capacity to manage the situation. Once the victor is determined on the battlefield, they will re-establish order. At that time, only a small number of warriors will be needed to suppress this riot, so why should we act?”

“On the other hand, Devil Lord Gou Chen, you should have seen the message left by Ancestor Yuan, knowing that Devil Lord Gou Chen’s spirit had perished, and his Spiritual Power had dried up before being dispatched by the Starry Sky Great Array, and his cult body was also eroded by the Power of Returning Ruins, on the brink of collapse. With such injuries, any warrior from the Fierce Realm would surely die.”

“Yet now, in only a year and a half, not only has his injury healed, but his combat power has also returned to its peak!”

The resilience of physical cult practitioners is also limited. The death of the spirit to such an extent is not merely about the strength of vitality, but rather about how much of the unified souls and spirits can remain after being dispersed or destroyed.

Human actions are all commanded by the soul and spirits. If the soul is diminished, the person becomes foolish.

For example, some people are naturally born with less of their Three Souls and Seven Spirits, resulting in either sluggishness or a muddled and confused state, rendering them incapable of accomplishing anything in martial arts or learning.

If two or three parts are missing, a person not only becomes foolish but also suffers from a weak constitution and is susceptible to demonic influences.

This is why warriors need Soul Casting, to unify the Three Souls and Seven Spirits to prevent some malicious Spirit Arts from withdrawing their soul, thus achieving a true view of their essence.

Therefore, the recovery of injuries on the body is not significant, but the resurrection of the perished spirit puzzled Wang Chang immensely.

This time, he brought Wang Po up the mountain to seek insights from a true enlightened one, to see how the most insightful disciples of Zen viewed this matter.

“We have arrived.”

Without flying, they ascended step by step to the gate of Fuyun Temple, which opened just in time. A monk, beautiful as a celestial being with skin clear and lustrous as glazed glass, stood in the doorway to greet the two men.

“I am Yanshan, monk, and I have met the lay practitioners Wang Chang and Wang Po.”

“Master Yanshan’s spiritual prowess is indeed extraordinary, not only precisely predicting our arrival but also knowing our identities. Zen has the highest insight, truly as its reputation states,” Wang Chang said with a smile, palms joined in a salute: “That being so, I have even greater expectations for the outcomes of this trip!”

“The two lay practitioners are unfortunate. I am about to descend the mountain on a task and cannot answer the lay practitioner Wang Chang’s questions.”

The monk, handsome in appearance, seemed to have urgent matters and did not intend to show Wang Po any deference, not even inviting them into the temple to sit. This was somewhat intolerable for Wang Po, who frowned and said with a hint of anger, “Is there anything more important than cooperating with Wang Po? We are here for the sake of Buddha’s Country, do not be ungrateful!”

“Po, show some respect!”

Wang Chang gave Wang Po a look and then turned to Yanshan, “May I know what matters the master has to attend to off the mountain?”

“I am going down the mountain to save people.”

“I see. The master’s compassion is indeed admirable. May I know how long the master needs to stay down the mountain?”

“When the rebellion is quelled, that will be the day I return to the temple.”

“This…”

Wang Chang was taken aback; he had thought Yanshan was going down to provide medical aid, instead, he was going to quell a riot. The root of Chaochang’s unrest lay in the Xiang Family’s withdrawal of all forces to the front, leaving the people jobless and unsupervised–such unrest was fundamentally unquellable.

If that’s the case, must they wait until the dust settles on Chaochang’s battle?

That can’t be right.

Although his father had intervened once, Wang Po could not hold back and burst out angrily, “Are you mocking us?”

“Apologies, but I must leave. Feel free to make yourselves at home,” the monk said.

“Wait a moment, master.”

Wang Chang called out to Yanshan, who was about to use Spirit Foot Art to leave, and said cordially, “Chaochang is currently in chaos, and it might be difficult to restore order with just the master’s effort. It just so happens that we have elite troops from the Forest Department in Jialan Village. I could send them with you to quench the unrest in Chaochang. What do you think, Master?”

“Thank you for your assistance, Mr. Wang Chang,” Yanshan replied, giving a bow to Wang Po, and then disappeared on the spot using Spirit Foot Art, leaving Wang Chang’s smile somewhat stiff.

Originally, he intended to deploy elite troops from the Forest Department to suppress the rebellion to prevent Yanshan from wasting efforts on this meaningless endeavor, but the monk clearly misunderstood Wang Chang’s intention.

It felt like casting affectionate glances to a blind person, leaving one in limbo.

However, Wang Po felt that the monk was indeed playing games with them. “Father, this sneaky monk is feigning ignorance; he seems to be evading our questions!”

“Do not speak nonsense.” Wang Chang shook his head and said, “This Buddha Son is different from the abbots and Zen masters you’ve met before. A genius who could easily relinquish the Bodhisattva Fruit Position wouldn’t engage in such meaningless acts.”

“But what do we do now that he’s gone?” Wang Po asked, puzzled. “Didn’t we come here so that the monk could use Peeper of Prophecy to help us predict the Devil Lord’s next appearance and location, and then set up in advance? Now that he’s gone, are we just supposed to wait here on this mountain?”

“No.” Wang Chang pointed towards the base of the mountain, “Gather all members of the Forest Department and suppress the turmoil in Chaochang as quickly as possible.”

Once the great unrest in Chaochang is quelled, let’s see what excuse you’ll use to refuse me then, Yanshan Buddha Son.

Silently thinking to himself, Wang Chang looked towards the distant Chaochang city enveloped in the smoke of conflict, his hands behind his back, constantly twiddling his fingers, pondering his next move.