I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense-Chapter 918 - 919: Yan Zuzi and Yitilou
Chapter 918: Chapter 919: Yan Zuzi and Yitilou
“My apologies, Liu Jinshui at your service. I was merely curious when I saw the hollow eyes of the Buddha statue, not meaning to offend you, brother!”
Li Xiaobai moved closer to the statue’s eyes, clutching the dark hole and peering down in an effort to see something, unfortunately to no avail.
“Liu Jinshui? Never heard of you. Where did this little nobody come from? I thought some of those old Bald Donkeys had come back! Wait, you’re outside! You aren’t inside the Buddhist Pagoda?”
The voice inside paused for a second, then began to howl as if discovering a new world.
“Yes, I came here through the Transmigration Ladder, so this statue is called a Buddhist Pagoda, brother, how’s the view inside?”
Li Xiaobai continued to ask.
“The view inside is not bad. Fellow cultivator, would you like to come in and see for yourself?”
The voice calmed down and spoke in an ethereal tone.
“I haven’t yet asked for your esteemed name, brother. What is inside this Buddhist Pagoda, and why are you inside it?”
“I am Yan Zuzi, author of the Ten Paths of Netherworld. Have you heard of it?”
The voice sounded somewhat proud.
“Uhm… I have not heard of it.” Li Xiaobai shook his head. The Ten Paths of Netherworld sounded like an impressive Cultivation Technique, but unfortunately, he had never heard of it before.
“Humph, shallow knowledge, an ignoramus!” The voice sounded a bit unhappy and, with a hint of anger, caused the whole head of the Buddha to tremble slightly.
It was then that another voice, also laced with anger, came from within the head of the Buddha.
“Upstairs knave, what’s the fuss about in broad daylight!”
Li Xiaobai was startled; there were more people inside the statue. Listening closely, he realized that the voice was coming from the Buddha’s mouth, which was slightly open and had a large crack wide enough for cultivators to enter.
“Down there, are you deaf, didn’t you hear that there’s someone outside, a young man has come up!”
Yan Zuzi retorted with an even louder voice, causing dust to collapse from the real Buddha above.
“Quick, let him drop a rope down, and once he throws it, we can go up!”
The cultivator in the mouth of the statue stayed silent for a few seconds before suddenly exploding in a burst of nervous energy, sending shivers down the spine.
“How can you just blurt that out? They’ve heard us now; how would they throw down a rope? Have all these years locked you up made you stupid?”
Yan Zuzi roared with evident fury as his carefully prepared plan was ruined by the fellow below before he could even voice it. This was their chance to escape to freedom!
“What’s wrong with dropping a rope? This is the Buddhist Sect, full of kind-hearted people. But with your fierce and evil appearance, even the Heavenly King wouldn’t dare pull you up!”
The cultivator in the mouth retorted dismissively.
“Who are you, elder, and why are you also inside this statue?”
“I am Yitilou, known as Old Lou, creator of the Ten Paths of the Heavens. Have you heard of it?”
The person spoke indifferently.
“I have not heard of it.” Li Xiaobai shook his head honestly.
“Superficial, all those years wasted!”
“How many people are actually inside this Buddha statue?”
“What exactly is the internal structure of this space?”
Li Xiaobai, seeking to see more of below, took out a series of Firecracker Thunderclaps and threw them down. Seconds later, a thunderous explosion and a blaze of fire lit up the space for a moment, allowing him just a glimpse of the inside of the statue, specifically the eyes.
The internal space of the eyes was a dimly lit small room, enclosed by walls on all sides, where a shadow was seated in meditation, suddenly screaming as the Firecracker Thunderclaps blasted it.
“Damn it, why continue with the fireworks, are you trying to kill me?”
“Elder Yan Zuzi, why do you choose to stay inside?”
“Of course, because it’s comfortable inside. The Immortal Yuan and Power of Vows are abundant here, making it a rare treasure for cultivation. It just lacks some furnishings, which takes away a bit of the fun. The masters of the Buddhist Sect prefer such harsh training environments.”
The voice spoke.
“You could drop a rope down and experience it for yourself; the cultivation speed here is more than ten times faster than the outside world.”
“Yeah, yeah, drop a rope and slide down to experience it, it’s exhilarating.”
The cultivators spoken of by Buddha also said.
“Why drop a rope when flying down would be more convenient?”
Li Xiaobai asked, sensing something off about these two below—he smelled a trap.
“This is Buddha! How could we mere mortals show our cultivation in the presence of the Buddha, His Holiness? That would be a massive disrespect!”
“Sliding down with a rope, depending solely on physical strength to endure the bitter sea, thus aligns with the true essence of the Buddhist Sect!”
Yan Zuzi spoke.
“Elder, to go through so much trouble just for a rope, could it be that once we go down, we can’t come back up? Or is there some kind of restriction within Buddha that only allows the use of physical strength?”
Li Xiaobai spoke indifferently.
“Heh, stop guessing, kid, you won’t figure it out. Indeed, inside the Buddhist Pagoda is a vast energy space. If you were to cultivate here, I guarantee you’d reach the Half-Saint Realm in ten years, the Saint Realm in a hundred—far better than idling away outside. Aren’t you tempted by such an offer?”
Yan Zuzi persisted, skillfully tempting him.
“Not tempted. Let’s talk about something realistic. Elders, you could hand over some precious resources to me, and I’ll go find a rope to pull you two up, how does that sound?”
Li Xiaobai said with a smiling eye.
“We have plenty of resources, but at our realm, we hardly need any. Find a rope, come down here and take as much as you want.”
Old Lou slowly spoke.
“Elders, that’s not showing any sincerity. I’m not asking for much, how about a few million top-quality Immortal Stones to start?”
“Believe it or not, within the Buddhist Sect, some have already noticed you. Managing to reach this point on the Transmigration Ladder and not being a Disciple of the Sect, those high monks will try their best to convert you. You can’t leave the Buddha Country, but if you pull us up, we can help resolve your troubles.”
Yan Zuzi spoke.
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“Elder, the one upstairs has always wanted something for nothing. What do you say?”
Li Xiaobai took a few steps back, climbed into the mouth of the Buddha and asked, casually throwing a string of Firecracker Thunderclaps inside. The fireworks burst into flames, and it too was a small room just like the one Yan Zuzi was in, with nothing but the walls surrounding an old man sitting motionlessly.
“We revere the Buddha and would not use our cultivation powers within the Buddhist Pagoda. We can only rely on physical strength, unable to throw any resources up. If you want them, you’ll have to come down yourself.”
Old Lou said.
“You are clearly trapped inside, yet you still try to deceive me, showing a complete lack of respect for your age. You two elders might as well stay inside honestly.”
Li Xiaobai scoffed, his golden battle chariot stirred into action, transforming into a streak of light and disappearing. These two were clad in tattered clothes, clearly having nothing of value, and their incessant lies suggested they were no simple characters. Best avoid further contact until his defensive powers improved, then reconsider finding them for a probe.
…
Inside the Buddhist Pagoda, the two were silent.
“Yan Zuzi, which way did he go?” Old Lou asked.
“He went up.” Yan Zuzi said.
“We finally encounter an external cultivator, what if he gets converted?” Old Lou sighed deeply.
Yan Zuzi: “If he gets converted, then so be it, I had no expectations for him. Compared to him, I think the dog we met last time is much more reliable. It had five hundred thousand merits over its head, comparable to a benevolent person of nine lifetimes. Next time it comes up, let’s ask it for a rope.”
