Chapter 98: Speak some mortal words!
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Chapter 98: Speak some mortal words!
"You must be an immortal..." The little boy choked up, having no friends, only hearing many stories about immortals.
"We really aren't. Immortals are incredibly elusive, not partaking in worldly affairs, saving suffering, reversing disasters, and existences that defy the heavens."
"Moo, moo..." The big black ox nodded continuously. They were at most cultivators, and among the most mediocre ones at that.
The boy widened his eyes. Upon hearing this, the Daoist priest really didn't seem like an immortal. It seemed he had been mistaken.
"Young lad, do you wish to become immortal?"
"Yes, Master. That way, nobody would ridicule me, and everyone would respect me like they do you."
"Heh heh, quite ambitious."
Chen Xun chuckled and didn't say much more. "Young lad, are you full?"
"Yes, Master."
"Come, let's go help them clean up."
"Huh? Master, they might reject me..."
"Just follow me."
"Yes, Master." The boy smiled innocently.
Chen Xun led the boy and the big black ox to the place where the feast was held and even began helping the villagers clean up tables and chairs.
This frightened the old village head, who quickly insisted that the Daoist priest not do it himself.
Chen Xun couldn't argue with the villagers and instructed the boy to start cleaning up. However, many people's attitudes towards him changed, thinking they shouldn't tease him anymore.
The next day, before the sun rose, two figures walked silently towards the direction where the sun was rising, stepping through the faint mist without making a sound.
The boy had already awakened and was sitting on the roof. He loved watching the sunrise.
But what he saw shocked him deeply; even his eyes trembled continuously.
The boy saw two figures, the Daoist priest and his black ox, walking slowly, yet each step seemed to span miles!
His vocabulary was limited, and he couldn't describe the feeling. He rubbed his eyes fiercely.
But in an instant, they disappeared from his sight, and he seemed to hear his own rapid heartbeat.
Suddenly, the boy laughed foolishly. "Master, you must be an immortal..."
When daylight came, the villagers discovered that Chen Xun had already left, causing them to panic and even wanting to keep the Daoist priest for a few more days.
The three unmarried women in the village over thirty had prepared to personally entertain the Daoist priest, but they didn't expect him to slip away.
They all returned home and stayed indoors, feeling dejected for several days.
In the days that followed, Chen Xun and the big black ox traveled leisurely, stopping, and observing everywhere, playing around.
But they didn't come into contact with the circles of cultivators or approach the territories of major sects. They didn't even encounter cultivators.
Time seemed to rewind to the days when they were in the mortal world, with fewer troubles coming their way.
Chen Xun was quite relieved. He thought that after breaking through to the Foundation Establishment stage, there would be Foundation Establishment cultivators everywhere, but reality wasn't so coincidental.
Sometimes they sat on a hillside, watching the surging river, surrounded by buildings in the style of this world and vaguely discernible ancient kiln sites along the banks.
These beautiful scenes made Chen Xun and the big black ox pause and contemplate, lost in thought.
At times, they went to watch others build bridges and roads, feeling equally content. Their state of mind was constantly elevating without them realizing it.
Sometimes, they walked along the rural paths, watching the old farmers pull carts and lend a hand.
Every trivial matter seemed to hold significance for the immortal aspirants.
Wang Chuan's face instantly turned pale, then drastically changed. His pupils contracted in an instant, revealing a look of horror and disbelief.
Oh no, big trouble!
Wang Chuan's heart sank suddenly. This was definitely not an ordinary person. Could there be high-level cultivators hiding and practicing in such a place without spiritual energy?! Impossible!!
Who would pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger in such a place?! He roared frantically in his heart.
Cold sweat dripped down Wang Chuan's forehead, soaking his back, his body stiffening. He didn't want to die before achieving success...
Yet the sky remained as blue as ever, and the surroundings were still quiet, seemingly only disturbed by the rustling of the wind.
"We are just ordinary people. Is my fellow Daoist so heartless?"
"Moo~"
Two indifferent voices came from behind Wang Chuan, whose scalp went numb. His pupils had shrunk to the size of needles, his eyes filled with intense despair.
He suddenly felt extremely small, as if two gigantic shadows were devouring him.
Wang Chuan even felt the scorching breath behind him. He struggled to turn his head slowly, then suddenly let out a scream: "Ah!!!"
He saw a black ox standing up, its hooves supporting a huge black coffin exuding an aura of death.
"Elder, I've been blind. Spare me, please!"
Wang Chuan was scared witless, falling to his knees with urine and feces flowing out, crying and shouting. What kind of magic tool was a coffin?!
"Since a fellow Daoist has come, shouldn't you stay?"
A glint of coldness flashed in Chen Xun's eyes. "Old ox, open the coffin."
"Moo!!"
Boom...
The black coffin soared into the sky, and the coffin lid slammed open, revealing darkness and despair as a deathly aura slowly spread out, causing the surrounding flowers and grass to wither.
The incense burner emerged from the big black ox's storage bag, and Chen Xun immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, wisps of smoke rising.
"Elder!!"
Wang Chuan suddenly yelled, his eyes bloodshot, his internal energy suppressed, rendering him immobile. "I was wrong, I was wrong!!"
"Enter the coffin!"
"Moo~!!"
"Ah!!!"
Boom!
With a powerful surge of energy from the big black ox, the large black coffin instantly covered the man's head, seeming to swallow him whole, while the coffin lid also slammed shut at the same time.
"Elder, please check the Book of Merits. This person is an evil cultivator, indiscriminately killing innocent people. Even Buddha won't forgive him."
"Moo~"
A large book appeared in mid-air, and a glint flashed in the big black ox's eyes as it made a decisive stroke.
"Elder, speak some mortal words! I'm not dead yet, Elder!!!"
Wang Chuan's desolate screams grew fainter and fainter, as the inside of the black coffin was already engulfed in flames, burning even his ashes to nothingness.
Chen Xun snorted coolly while the big black ox spat out some saliva beside him, then flipped the coffin, ensuring it was completely burned to prevent any traces remaining.
With everything neatly arranged, not a single trace was left behind; even the surrounding flowers and grass were revived by the Water Spirit Technique.
"
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Chapter 98: Speak some mortal words!
"You must be an immortal..." The little boy choked up, having no friends, only hearing many stories about immortals.
"We really aren't. Immortals are incredibly elusive, not partaking in worldly affairs, saving suffering, reversing disasters, and existences that defy the heavens."
"Moo, moo..." The big black ox nodded continuously. They were at most cultivators, and among the most mediocre ones at that.
The boy widened his eyes. Upon hearing this, the Daoist priest really didn't seem like an immortal. It seemed he had been mistaken.
"Young lad, do you wish to become immortal?"
"Yes, Master. That way, nobody would ridicule me, and everyone would respect me like they do you."
"Heh heh, quite ambitious."
Chen Xun chuckled and didn't say much more. "Young lad, are you full?"
"Yes, Master."
"Come, let's go help them clean up."
"Huh? Master, they might reject me..."
"Just follow me."
"Yes, Master." The boy smiled innocently.
Chen Xun led the boy and the big black ox to the place where the feast was held and even began helping the villagers clean up tables and chairs.
This frightened the old village head, who quickly insisted that the Daoist priest not do it himself.
Chen Xun couldn't argue with the villagers and instructed the boy to start cleaning up. However, many people's attitudes towards him changed, thinking they shouldn't tease him anymore.
The next day, before the sun rose, two figures walked silently towards the direction where the sun was rising, stepping through the faint mist without making a sound.
The boy had already awakened and was sitting on the roof. He loved watching the sunrise.
But what he saw shocked him deeply; even his eyes trembled continuously.
The boy saw two figures, the Daoist priest and his black ox, walking slowly, yet each step seemed to span miles!
His vocabulary was limited, and he couldn't describe the feeling. He rubbed his eyes fiercely.
But in an instant, they disappeared from his sight, and he seemed to hear his own rapid heartbeat.
Suddenly, the boy laughed foolishly. "Master, you must be an immortal..."
When daylight came, the villagers discovered that Chen Xun had already left, causing them to panic and even wanting to keep the Daoist priest for a few more days.
The three unmarried women in the village over thirty had prepared to personally entertain the Daoist priest, but they didn't expect him to slip away.
They all returned home and stayed indoors, feeling dejected for several days.
In the days that followed, Chen Xun and the big black ox traveled leisurely, stopping, and observing everywhere, playing around.
But they didn't come into contact with the circles of cultivators or approach the territories of major sects. They didn't even encounter cultivators.
Time seemed to rewind to the days when they were in the mortal world, with fewer troubles coming their way.
Chen Xun was quite relieved. He thought that after breaking through to the Foundation Establishment stage, there would be Foundation Establishment cultivators everywhere, but reality wasn't so coincidental.
Sometimes they sat on a hillside, watching the surging river, surrounded by buildings in the style of this world and vaguely discernible ancient kiln sites along the banks.
These beautiful scenes made Chen Xun and the big black ox pause and contemplate, lost in thought.
At times, they went to watch others build bridges and roads, feeling equally content. Their state of mind was constantly elevating without them realizing it.
Sometimes, they walked along the rural paths, watching the old farmers pull carts and lend a hand.
Every trivial matter seemed to hold significance for the immortal aspirants.
Wang Chuan's face instantly turned pale, then drastically changed. His pupils contracted in an instant, revealing a look of horror and disbelief.
Oh no, big trouble!
Wang Chuan's heart sank suddenly. This was definitely not an ordinary person. Could there be high-level cultivators hiding and practicing in such a place without spiritual energy?! Impossible!!
Who would pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger in such a place?! He roared frantically in his heart.
Cold sweat dripped down Wang Chuan's forehead, soaking his back, his body stiffening. He didn't want to die before achieving success...
Yet the sky remained as blue as ever, and the surroundings were still quiet, seemingly only disturbed by the rustling of the wind.
"We are just ordinary people. Is my fellow Daoist so heartless?"
"Moo~"
Two indifferent voices came from behind Wang Chuan, whose scalp went numb. His pupils had shrunk to the size of needles, his eyes filled with intense despair.
He suddenly felt extremely small, as if two gigantic shadows were devouring him.
Wang Chuan even felt the scorching breath behind him. He struggled to turn his head slowly, then suddenly let out a scream: "Ah!!!"
He saw a black ox standing up, its hooves supporting a huge black coffin exuding an aura of death.
"Elder, I've been blind. Spare me, please!"
Wang Chuan was scared witless, falling to his knees with urine and feces flowing out, crying and shouting. What kind of magic tool was a coffin?!
"Since a fellow Daoist has come, shouldn't you stay?"
A glint of coldness flashed in Chen Xun's eyes. "Old ox, open the coffin."
"Moo!!"
Boom...
The black coffin soared into the sky, and the coffin lid slammed open, revealing darkness and despair as a deathly aura slowly spread out, causing the surrounding flowers and grass to wither.
The incense burner emerged from the big black ox's storage bag, and Chen Xun immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, wisps of smoke rising.
"Elder!!"
Wang Chuan suddenly yelled, his eyes bloodshot, his internal energy suppressed, rendering him immobile. "I was wrong, I was wrong!!"
"Enter the coffin!"
"Moo~!!"
"Ah!!!"
Boom!
With a powerful surge of energy from the big black ox, the large black coffin instantly covered the man's head, seeming to swallow him whole, while the coffin lid also slammed shut at the same time.
"Elder, please check the Book of Merits. This person is an evil cultivator, indiscriminately killing innocent people. Even Buddha won't forgive him."
"Moo~"
A large book appeared in mid-air, and a glint flashed in the big black ox's eyes as it made a decisive stroke.
"Elder, speak some mortal words! I'm not dead yet, Elder!!!"
Wang Chuan's desolate screams grew fainter and fainter, as the inside of the black coffin was already engulfed in flames, burning even his ashes to nothingness.
Chen Xun snorted coolly while the big black ox spat out some saliva beside him, then flipped the coffin, ensuring it was completely burned to prevent any traces remaining.
With everything neatly arranged, not a single trace was left behind; even the surrounding flowers and grass were revived by the Water Spirit Technique.
"
Chapter 98: Speak some mortal words!"You must be an immortal..." The little boy choked up, having no friends, only hearing many stories about immortals."We really aren't. Immortals are incredibly elusive, not partaking in worldly affairs, saving suffering, reversing disasters, and existences that defy the heavens.""Moo, moo..." The big black ox nodded continuously. They were at most cultivators, and among the most mediocre ones at that.The boy widened his eyes. Upon hearing this, the Daoist priest really didn't seem like an immortal. It seemed he had been mistaken."Young lad, do you wish to become immortal?""Yes, Master. That way, nobody would ridicule me, and everyone would respect me like they do you.""Heh heh, quite ambitious."Chen Xun chuckled and didn't say much more. "Young lad, are you full?""Yes, Master.""Come, let's go help them clean up.""Huh? Master, they might reject me...""Just follow me.""Yes, Master." The boy smiled innocently.Chen Xun led the boy and the big black ox to the place where the feast was held and even began helping the villagers clean up tables and chairs.This frightened the old village head, who quickly insisted that the Daoist priest not do it himself.Chen Xun couldn't argue with the villagers and instructed the boy to start cleaning up. However, many people's attitudes towards him changed, thinking they shouldn't tease him anymore.The next day, before the sun rose, two figures walked silently towards the direction where the sun was rising, stepping through the faint mist without making a sound.The boy had already awakened and was sitting on the roof. He loved watching the sunrise.But what he saw shocked him deeply; even his eyes trembled continuously.The boy saw two figures, the Daoist priest and his black ox, walking slowly, yet each step seemed to span miles!His vocabulary was limited, and he couldn't describe the feeling. He rubbed his eyes fiercely.But in an instant, they disappeared from his sight, and he seemed to hear his own rapid heartbeat.Suddenly, the boy laughed foolishly. "Master, you must be an immortal..."When daylight came, the villagers discovered that Chen Xun had already left, causing them to panic and even wanting to keep the Daoist priest for a few more days.The three unmarried women in the village over thirty had prepared to personally entertain the Daoist priest, but they didn't expect him to slip away.They all returned home and stayed indoors, feeling dejected for several days.In the days that followed, Chen Xun and the big black ox traveled leisurely, stopping, and observing everywhere, playing around.But they didn't come into contact with the circles of cultivators or approach the territories of major sects. They didn't even encounter cultivators.Time seemed to rewind to the days when they were in the mortal world, with fewer troubles coming their way.Chen Xun was quite relieved. He thought that after breaking through to the Foundation Establishment stage, there would be Foundation Establishment cultivators everywhere, but reality wasn't so coincidental.Sometimes they sat on a hillside, watching the surging river, surrounded by buildings in the style of this world and vaguely discernible ancient kiln sites along the banks.These beautiful scenes made Chen Xun and the big black ox pause and contemplate, lost in thought.At times, they went to watch others build bridges and roads, feeling equally content. Their state of mind was constantly elevating without them realizing it.Sometimes, they walked along the rural paths, watching the old farmers pull carts and lend a hand.Every trivial matter seemed to hold significance for the immortal aspirants.Wang Chuan's face instantly turned pale, then drastically changed. His pupils contracted in an instant, revealing a look of horror and disbelief.Oh no, big trouble!Wang Chuan's heart sank suddenly. This was definitely not an ordinary person. Could there be high-level cultivators hiding and practicing in such a place without spiritual energy?! Impossible!!Who would pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger in such a place?! He roared frantically in his heart.Cold sweat dripped down Wang Chuan's forehead, soaking his back, his body stiffening. He didn't want to die before achieving success...Yet the sky remained as blue as ever, and the surroundings were still quiet, seemingly only disturbed by the rustling of the wind."We are just ordinary people. Is my fellow Daoist so heartless?""Moo~"Two indifferent voices came from behind Wang Chuan, whose scalp went numb. His pupils had shrunk to the size of needles, his eyes filled with intense despair.He suddenly felt extremely small, as if two gigantic shadows were devouring him.Wang Chuan even felt the scorching breath behind him. He struggled to turn his head slowly, then suddenly let out a scream: "Ah!!!"He saw a black ox standing up, its hooves supporting a huge black coffin exuding an aura of death."Elder, I've been blind. Spare me, please!"Wang Chuan was scared witless, falling to his knees with urine and feces flowing out, crying and shouting. What kind of magic tool was a coffin?!"Since a fellow Daoist has come, shouldn't you stay?"A glint of coldness flashed in Chen Xun's eyes. "Old ox, open the coffin.""Moo!!"Boom...The black coffin soared into the sky, and the coffin lid slammed open, revealing darkness and despair as a deathly aura slowly spread out, causing the surrounding flowers and grass to wither.The incense burner emerged from the big black ox's storage bag, and Chen Xun immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, wisps of smoke rising."Elder!!"Wang Chuan suddenly yelled, his eyes bloodshot, his internal energy suppressed, rendering him immobile. "I was wrong, I was wrong!!""Enter the coffin!""Moo~!!""Ah!!!"Boom!With a powerful surge of energy from the big black ox, the large black coffin instantly covered the man's head, seeming to swallow him whole, while the coffin lid also slammed shut at the same time."Elder, please check the Book of Merits. This person is an evil cultivator, indiscriminately killing innocent people. Even Buddha won't forgive him.""Moo~"A large book appeared in mid-air, and a glint flashed in the big black ox's eyes as it made a decisive stroke."Elder, speak some mortal words! I'm not dead yet, Elder!!!"Wang Chuan's desolate screams grew fainter and fainter, as the inside of the black coffin was already engulfed in flames, burning even his ashes to nothingness.Chen Xun snorted coolly while the big black ox spat out some saliva beside him, then flipped the coffin, ensuring it was completely burned to prevent any traces remaining.With everything neatly arranged, not a single trace was left behind; even the surrounding flowers and grass were revived by the Water Spirit Technique."
