The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 895 - 394: Did Buddha’s guidance save you? Now Buddha has come, is it his guidance?_2

Chapter 895: Chapter 394: Did Buddha’s guidance save you? Now Buddha has come, is it his guidance?_2

The distraught woman finally snapped awake, and her eyes shifted slightly when she heard Qi Yuan’s words.

Thank me?

The woman seemed to realize something, turned around, and looked at the Buddha Stupa on the mountain peak with a devout expression.

"I thank the Great Buddha for manifesting divine skills to rescue a faithful woman from fire and water.

I will certainly practice vegetarianism and chant Buddha’s name with sincere devotion!"

As she spoke, she even kowtowed several times, her attitude very earnest.

Qi Yuan was stunned by this scene and felt a bit unhappy, "You thank the Buddha, but shouldn’t you thank me too?"

But the woman replied, "Your coming to rescue me, all is arranged by Buddha, a faithful woman naturally thanks Buddha!"

In her eyes, there was not a trace of gratitude towards Qi Yuan, her savior.

Or perhaps she did not want to feel grateful; after all, wouldn’t gratitude require compensation?

Most importantly, during the moment of danger, she prayed to the Buddha of this Stupa for rescue in her heart.

Clearly, it was Buddha’s mercy that had shown through, casually sending someone to save her.

Gratitude was, of course, owed to Buddha.

At that moment, Bai Baixiang rushed over, anger evident on her face: "Some of these monks’ followers are the most disgusting."

She used some restraint, clearly not intending to condemn all the followers outright.

Hearing this, Qi Yuan chuckled.

The followers of deities often have this sort of temperament.

Even if you help them, not only do they not thank you, but they also believe it’s the deities’ guidance.

"Are you sure this is your Buddha’s guidance?" Qi Yuan asked the old woman, his demeanor calm.

The old woman, even though she clearly recognized Qi Yuan as an Immortal Master, showed no fear, obviously a zealous believer.

"In this temple, with a True Buddha as the defensive commander, it is surely the True Buddha’s guidance!" the old woman said with conviction.

She harbored not the slightest bit of gratitude towards Qi Yuan.

At this time, a neighboring young girl seemed to notice something unusual in Qi Yuan’s eyes, and she quickly warned, "This Buddha Stupa is guarded by a Six Realms Demi-Buddha; don’t act recklessly!"

Such a Demi-Buddha belonged to the Yin God Realm.

Bai Baixiang thought that Qi Yuan was about to take action against the old woman and hastily advised him against it.

Qi Yuan smiled and looked at the Buddha Stupa atop the peak, extending his finger.

"You who are in retreat, Demi-Buddha, come out here, I have a question for you!"

The voice was majestic, like a divine chant, and it reverberated forcefully throughout the entire mountain peak at that moment.

Inside the Buddha Stupa, the ancient bell sounded a mighty tremor, and Buddha’s light spread rapidly.

Seeing this, Bai Baixiang was dumbstruck, covering her mouth, "That is a Six Realms Demi-Buddha, how dare you!"

Her master was a great figure thousands of years ago, a dominant presence in the Flowing Wind Realm.

Thousands of years had passed, and her master had also stepped into the Six Realms.

However, she still avoided those Buddhas of the Higher Realm.

After all, these Buddhas were not only powerful but also had deep roots.

They were completely untouchable.

Even the pinnacle Blood Palace couldn’t afford to provoke those Buddhas.

And yet, this man in the Blood Robe, he just... yelling out... what does that mean?

Qi Yuan’s voice boomed, echoing throughout the Buddha Stupa, and hundreds of monks were outraged.

"Who is this insignificant upstart daring to make a ruckus before the Buddha Stupa?"

"Why do you not bow down upon seeing the Demi-Buddha?"

These monks had grown used to throwing their weight around, thus they were furious at the challenge.

Yet, in the depths of the Stupa, the Demi-Buddha, whose half body radiated golden light, awoke with a start at this moment.

Cold sweat formed on his forehead.

Such... a realm?

The Buddha Stupa shone with sudden golden light, revealing the towering figure of the Demi-Buddha.

The numerous monks and believers all bowed down with devout reverence.

A voice filled with Buddha-nature resounded at this moment.

"What brings the benefactor to this modest Buddhist sanctuary?"

Wariness shimmered in the depths of the Demi-Buddha’s eyes.

He was curious about Qi Yuan’s identity.

However, he stood with the Buddha Nation, the Holy Land at his back, and was not daunted by ordinary Yin Gods.

"Come over here!"

Seeing the Demi-Buddha still speaking nonsense, Qi Yuan stretched out his finger and beckoned.

At once, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was immobilized.

A look of terror crossed the face of this Demi-Buddha.

Even as Buddha’s light shone brightly and Divine Spirit Power surged, he could not struggle free.

Shock showed in his eyes.

Was this...a legend?

And not a typical one at that!

The exalted Demi-Buddha was dragged down by Qi Yuan as if pulling a little chicken.

All the monks had looks of shock, as if something inside them had shattered.

And the old woman too was as pale as death.

Because the formidable and solemn Demi-Buddha, whom they could seldom see, was now bent over like a lackey, smiling fawningly at the man in the Blood Robe, "Elder, where has this humble monk offended you?"

The other party is a mythological bigshot.

In the Higher Realm, beneath the Sun God, myths are also bigshots in their own right.

He, a mere Demi-Buddha, amounts to nothing!

And that woman, her fantasies utterly shattered, her complexion deathly pale.

"I just saved her, and she claimed it was your guidance that led me to do it. Was it really you?" Qi Yuan pointed at the old woman and asked.

Didn’t you just say that it was the guidance of the Buddha that saved you?

Now I’ve called over the Buddha himself to confront this face to face!

Let’s see what you have to say!

Qi Yuan was quite earnest.

And meticulous in his actions.

If a stray dog by the roadside barked at him, he’d sit down and reason with the dog for half an hour until the dog apologized.

After all, living in this world, isn’t cultivation all about enjoying freedom and the exhilarating feeling it brings?

The Demi-Buddha’s face kept changing colors; he looked at the elderly woman, glanced at Qi Yuan, and felt like crying without tears.

Is this it?

Just over this trivial matter?

You’ve brought me here like plucking a small chicken.

My face, all lost!

Also, this mythological figure... why does he act so... strangely?

"How would this humble monk dare guide you? It’s you who would do well to guide this humble monk!" The Demi-Buddha resented the old woman to death.

Upon hearing this, Qi Yuan beamed with joy, "See? Your Buddha says I saved you, not at his instruction.

Now, how about saying ’thank you’ to me?"

The old woman’s face turned deathly pale, her faith shattered inside.

She stuttered, but a thanks just couldn’t come out.

At that moment, from not too far away, Ningtuo’s eyes flickered with a cold intent, "Since it was Buddha’s guidance, now that the Buddha is here, let’s see if he guides."

She glanced at the old woman, who was again floating above the cliff edge, still clinging to that tree root.

"Help me..."

She let out a piercing scream, but unfortunately, this time the True Buddha offered no guidance.

...

"Senior, these are all the Divine Skills I possess!"

Inside the Buddha Stupa, the Demi-Buddha’s demeanor was extremely humble.

He looked at Qi Yuan as if looking at a plague god.

Qi Yuan took the Divine Skills, smiling broadly, "How many bald-headed monks like you have descended to the Lower Realm? Are they all as wealthy as you?"

The Demi-Buddha didn’t quite understand and was curious about Qi Yuan’s origin.

"There are two thousand Demi-Buddhas who have descended." The Demi-Buddha responded.

Qi Yuan’s eyes lit up, "I just love you hairless folks."

If he could catch all these monks, how many Divine Skills would that net him?

One set of Divine Skills is as good for advancing the "Qiyuan Sutra" Stellar Gold Core section as acquiring a new Stellar Gold Core.

One Divine Skill, one Stellar Gold Core!

Qi Yuan was naturally delighted beyond measure.

The Demi-Buddha laughed awkwardly, not daring to respond.

At that point, Qi Yuan asked, "Help me find some people as an apology for the misunderstanding you’ve caused."

"Who?" The Demi-Buddha asked, curious.

"Well, Bai Ze, Foolish Daoist, Ling Yayi..."

Qi Yuan couldn’t be bothered to search himself.

If he went looking, he would likely tear the Flowing Wind Realm apart.

After all, he was too powerful.

So it was better to let the Demi-Buddha do the searching.

"Bai Ze? Are you referring to the disciple of the Great Sunlight Buddha?" The Demi-Buddha’s expression changed slightly.

Not far away, Bai Baixiang heard this and her expression also shifted. She looked at Qi Yuan, suspicion etched on her face.

Her master was Bai He, and those who followed him were the likes of Bai Di.

And the people this man in the Blood Robe mentioned... weren’t they all... the once-infamous Thirteen Demons of the North?

Suddenly, her gaze fell upon Ningtuo, her eyes wide with surprise.

Could it be... her heart raced.

Grandpa?

Qi Yuan didn’t notice Bai Baixiang; he nodded, "Yes, do you have any news of him?

He is somewhat of a half-disciple of mine due to past grace.

By your expression, is he not doing well?"

Qi Yuan’s smile was faint and teasing.

The Demi-Buddha was internally shaken.

He couldn’t grasp what sort of divine being... this mythological figure was.

You must understand, Bai Ze is the disciple of the Great Sunlight Buddha, destined to unify the Buddha Nation and become the Buddha himself.

This man dares to say Bai Ze is his half-disciple. Isn’t he afraid of accumulating such heavy karma?

Or could it be... he is not a mythological figure?!