Chapter 139: Venerable (Additional chapter for the helmsman "Daoist Chasing the Sun")

Wang Xuan's words were powerful. Under the flickering lights, clods of earth continued to fall, and it looked like this place would collapse soon.

Upon hearing this, Master Hong did not show the fear and panic that ordinary people have when facing death. Instead, he laughed out loud: "What does death matter? You can defeat my body, but my soul will not give in!"

The sword in his hand was sharp, and with a flash of light, he swept it towards the trio beside him, and blood gushed out immediately.

"One sword to the throat. I'll send you off first. Because I'm afraid that you three may not be strong enough in your determination." Master Hong sighed.

The cold-blooded man and the man with a feminine look all had expressions of shock and disbelief on their faces. They had not expected that they would not die at the hands of Wang Xuan, but at the hands of Master Hong's sword.

"We..." The cold man fell down.

"I don't want to..." The female Xiangnan fell down.

"Die..." The third person fell down.

"Okay, now there are only two of us left." Master Hong breathed a sigh of relief. Since he couldn't kill Wang Xuan, he wouldn't let him get any more information.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect you to be so straightforward. With your strength, after consuming your potential, vitality, and life span, you can already fight against those in the middle and late stages of Kaimai.

Although not as good as Peng Jie, he is also pretty good.

With your level of accomplishment, you could easily have a good life, but you chose to forget your ancestors and become a traitor, which really brings shame to the Chinese people.

When you meet the King of Hell, remember to ask him to change your place of origin. Don’t say you are Chinese, or an Earthling, because even I despise you.”

"Want to kill me? Then come on!"

Master Hong laughed, but the smile on his face turned cold again. He swung the sword in his hand and rushed towards Wang Xuan!
Wang Xuan rushed forward and took the sword with his bare hands. To the shock of Master Hong, he slapped him on the head, causing him to bleed from all seven orifices.

The true energy in the palm of his hand had been cut off, and the flesh and blood tempered by the eighth level of the Divine Elephant Golden Bell Cover was extremely tight. Wang Xuan used his hand to resist the cutting of the sword, leaving only a white mark.

"My physique is beyond your imagination." Wang Xuan dragged Master Hong's body and looked at the cave that was about to collapse.

He stretched out his fist and punched out, and the soil in front of him was blasted open. Punch after punch, Wang Xuan used his powerful strength to create a passage in the soil.

"Oh!"

The soil exploded like fireworks, and Wang Xuan walked out, dragging a limp person in his hands.

Even though Master Hong was bleeding from all seven orifices and had a severe brain injury, he was not actually dead. Wang Xuan kept him alive just to follow the clues to find the cause.

The underground space was full of crisscrossing passages. Wang Xuan walked out step by step. Dozens of people died in the collapsed cave, but he remained calm.

tread!tread!tread!
A monk with golden light all over his body came over, holding a rosary in his hand. He walked in front of Wang Xuan with one step at a time and said "Amitabha".

Bald head, shiny bald head. Prayer beads, shiny rosary beads. His skin was also shining with gold, and even the demon-subduing pestle in his hand was shining with gold.

The most eye-catching thing is the Buddhist beads hanging around the monk's neck. Each bead is the size of a fist and is a skull as golden as jade.

Some were human bones, some were monster bones, and he couldn't tell some of them apart.

"Greetings, Your Excellency." Wang Xuan greeted.

"Are you Wang Xuan? Not a bad young man. My master sent me here to look after Su Jushi and to get rid of the evil spirits here."

The young monk smiled, but Wang Xuan knew that he was clearly a furious Vajra, a protector of the religion who was good at killing and not as kind as ordinary Buddhists.

That string of skull Buddhist beads represents the masters who died at his hands. Each of them had jade bones and golden bodies. The lowest level of cultivation was Vajra realm, some were at the third level of Earthly Immortals, the Dharmakaya realm, and there were two or three at the level of Heavenly Immortals.

Such a record is terrifying.

"May I know your Buddhist name, brother?" Wang Xuan asked. Whose disciple was he from? The other party was a disciple of Pu Ji and they were of the same generation.

"Clear and bright." said the young monk.

The seniority of Baoguang Temple is Liao, Pu, Ming, and Xuan. He is the third generation disciple, the third disciple of Puji Bodhisattva. He entered the realm of Arhat in his early years, and now he is at the level of Venerable. Wang Xuan secretly thought that the Buddhist name given to him by Senior Puji was really right, and it made the world clean and dust-free.

Mingjing looked at Master Hong, walked forward, put one hand on the other's forehead, and immediately began to search his soul.

A large amount of information flashed through Mingjing's mind. He was looking for what he needed, while Master Hong was twitching all over. His eyes were already open, as big as copper bells, and he looked very painful.

"You, go to hell."

Mingjing glanced at Master Hong, and a flame fell from his fingertips and touched Master Hong's ankle, and immediately the other's flesh and blood began to burn.

From toes to head, Master Hong, a member of the cult, struggled in agony, a state worse than death. It took several minutes for the flames to reach his head, completely burning him to ashes.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xuan couldn't help but feel fearful. Monk Mingjing looked very dangerous.

Mingjing waved his hand and the wind blew up, blowing away the ashes on the ground, truly crushing bones and spreading them into ashes.

"It is only killing. If the darkness is not swept away, how can there be light? He should atone for his sin."

Wang Xuan waved his hands. He had personally killed dozens of members of the Truth Church. He never felt conflicted and acted decisively.

"I just thought that this guy should have a lot of money. It would be a pity if I didn't ask him." Wang Xuan never felt that he had enough money.

"They are just external possessions. You cannot bring them with you when you are born and you cannot take them with you when you die." Ming Jing said this, but told Wang Xuan Master Hong's account number.

After some investigation, Wang Xuan discovered that there were actually more than ten billion star coins in it. He wondered if they were looted from those foolish believers.

"Senior Brother Mingjing, I wonder what you will do next?" Wang Xuan asked.

"The Truth Cult infiltrated our world only to cause chaos. Their purpose is no different from that of the Hades Cult and the demons of Hell. We just need to kill them all." Ming Jing said calmly.

Wang Xuan was speechless, not knowing whether it was the right choice for Senior Pu Ji to ask him to come.

Wang Xuan has handed over the matter of the Truth Church in Yuzhang City to Ming Jing. He believes in the methods of this Buddhist master and thinks that Yuzhang City will be clean in one day.

Wang Xuan didn't want to step too deep into the muddy water, so withdrawing was the right choice at this time.

After leaving the underground passage, Wang Xuan looked at his personal terminal. He had called him several times before dawn, but left messages when the calls were not connected.

"My parents know about us, and they really want to talk to you."

Obviously Ling Chen was a little nervous as it was a big deal, but he didn't expect that he didn't contact Wang Xuan in time.

"I'll be there soon, wait for me."

Wang Xuan raised his eyebrows and drove to the laboratory. Seeing that his parents would always stir up a bloody storm, he was already imagining how to split Huashan with a knife and open the Milky Way with a fist.

In the hall outside the laboratory, Ling Chen served tea to his father and mother, and they sat opposite each other.

On weekdays, they don't actually see each other very often. His parents worry about the group's affairs, while Ling Chen is absorbed in his research.

But this does not mean that their feelings are cold. Although businessmen value profit, they are still family after all.

"Daughter, I heard that you have a boyfriend. Why didn't you tell us about this?" said Ling's father.

“Yes, daughter, this seems to be your first boyfriend. You have no experience before, so don’t be fooled.

Call him out and let me check it out, this will also make us feel more at ease." Ling's mother said with concern.

Lingchen couldn't help but feel a toothache. She and Wang Xuan were still in the dating stage and were still far from getting married. It was not time for them to meet their parents yet.

But why do my parents believe everything they hear?

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