My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 801 - 500: Chen Yi Delivers Judgment (Double - )

At the crossroads, a chilling wind occasionally sweeps through the mountain road mixed with soil and sand, the ghostly figure drifting, sleeves fluttering unpredictably, resembling a fierce ghost returning from the dead, quite eerie.

Fan Kong halted his steps, the green ox also stopped at once.

His expression slightly tensed, he retracted the previously gentle face that even had a touch of ingratiation, turning into one of gravity, as the wind scraped his white beard, there was a flavor of a Taoist descending the mountain, a monk breaking precepts.

The man's face was sinister, eyes slightly shut, with a faint smile, hands still outstretched, lips repeating that sentence,

"Still missing one."

Fan Kong pulled the green ox, coldly questioning:

"Friend, you are clearly but a skeleton in the tomb, what obsession are you holding onto, why not rest and reincarnate?"

"No place to go." The Daoist responded, the surrounding wind arising.

Fan Kong seemed to ponder the state of the village, sighed a lament, "Pity a ghost tormented by sun and rain, unable to find a way home, never mind, I shall transcend you to reincarnation."

"The old friend has a compassionate heart." The Daoist spoke, yet the young girl beside him remained silent, seemingly indifferent,

"My mana may be weak, but my benevolent heart is not, rest easy, friend."

Fan Kong chanted, performing a merciful expression, forming a seal with one hand, transcending,

"May the many Heavens and Earths, their numbers like dust and sand. Transform all realms, universally save and transcend Heavenly Persons…."

As the voice fell, the Daoist's figure seemed to flicker like a candle in the wind.

"Delegate energy, gather virtue, save guilt-ridden souls. Guilt-ridden souls are truly sorrowful, now I preach the wondrous scripture, chanting incessantly, never ceasing to return one's body. Heaven enjoys great fortune, Hell hears no cries of suffering."

Under the mixed-element turban, Fan Kong's compassionate expression unchanged, his voice slightly delayed, for transcedence always drained much mana, and the deeper the resentment of a ghost, the harder the resentment to dissolve.

The Daoist, already ethereal, like a candle flickering intermittently.

"Thus the Flying Sky God King, countless congregation, gaze upon the esteemed countenance, and chant…."

At this point, Fan Kong's forehead broke into a sweat, seeming stuck, when glancing again at the Daoist, his figure almost vanished, but just a bit more would suffice to transcend him, yet his mana was depleted, each word of the Taoist transcending scripture felt as heavy as a thousand-pound weight, unable to utter.

"Chant… chant…" Fan Kong chanted to no end, suddenly saying: "Namo Amitabha Buddha, Tathagata…"

The girl beside suddenly lifted her head.

This chant… it's the monk's scripture?

Fan Kong's eyes flashed brilliantly, palm swept over like lightning!

Prior scripture falling, the Daoist's figure suddenly enveloped in layers of Spiritual Energy, chains of "shackles iron chains" seized the Daoist's limbs, discreet chanting of sacred sounds tinged the surroundings transparent yet alert, Fan Kong struck with terrified force to send this Daoist to the cycle of reincarnation!

Whoosh…

The palm stopped in midair, the Daoist raised a finger, the palm power seemed like a mud ox entering the sea causing slight ripples between their midst.

Next, shackling "shackles iron chains" surrounding the Daoist fragmented piece by piece, a counterforce flowing inverse from his fingertips.

Fan Kong's face drastically changed, teeth clenched, bellowing, issued another palm, immense Qi Force compounded onto the previous palm, a fierce fluctuation surged forth, he propelled into the air with the countershock.

The old Taoist retreated countless feet, the green ox leapt and landed several feet away, where Fan Kong's figure landed precisely on its back, standing on one leg, displaying a demeanor of a master.

"How unknowledgeable you Daoist are, I used mana to transcend your wandering soul, yet you would use it as bait, instead to trap me here." Fan Kong's face was severe, yet his mouth spoke with rightful solemnity.

"The old friend indeed has a compassionate heart," Chen Yi lifted a finger, smiling faintly, "but how come the chant was of the monk's scripture?"

Fan Kong was unmoved, without a trace of shame on his face, he only fixated on Chen Yi's ethereal face, growing more severe between his brows.

Knowing this village was strange, he had prepared adequately for it, setting hidden traps many times, thinking success was within grasp, yet unexpectedly, a Cheng Yaojin could appear at halfway.

Descending this mountain, truly encountered a ghost!

Chen Yi raised his hand saying: "Still missing one."

Unconsciously, Fan Kong pressed the corpse carried by the green ox, what Chen Yi referred to as still missing one, was this body of the Guan clan, the earlier story merely a circumlocution.

Why? Was this Daoist ghost already scheming, setting eyes on the ghost mother? Or was he overthinking it, and it was just this ghost's decent spirituality sensing the essence after death?

Fan Kong couldn't be sure.

But this corpse of the Guan clan with Duan Siyuan's soul, he had plotted for years, almost dying numerous times, the riskiest once, due to that waste Li Xian, serendipitously costing him half a life.

Now, return imminent, merely a Taoist ghost, lest capsizing in the ditch!

Fan Kong's expression steadied, urged again, realizing his Primordial Qi had drained.

Looking at that Daoist's figure, no longer flickering, not a trace of being transcended, reflecting, he sighed: "A remarkable technique you have, appearing as a ghost, easing my vigilance, exhausting my mana in transcending."

Regardless monk or Taoist, once depleted of mana, is a tiger without teeth, wolf without claws, even with a thousand techniques, still a fish on the chopping board.

Even with the desire to escape, evading seems impossible….

Suddenly, Fan Kong's lips curled instead,

"Yet, one traversing Jianghu, would he lack a last measure?"

The Daoist seemed quite surprised, asked: "Last measure?"

"Though friends are full of tricks,"

With Fan Kong's words, a phantom gate appeared behind, colored crimson, engraved with copper beasts,

"Just you appearing as a ghost,

did you think I couldn't summon the local City God?!"

Under Fan Kong's mane, the green ox's tail swayed, in the moment the old Taoist spoke, managed to trace a spell with its tail.

The green ox, having spirituality, especially after being fostered by Fan Kong this long, its intellect matched that of humans, fighting against enemies all along with Fan Kong's last measure, else opponents often caught unaware of the green ox's actions.

This time is no different, the green ox formed a spell, summoned the City God to capture the mysterious Daoist ghost.

City God capturing ghosts, heaven and earth grant justification.

It's just that...

Fan Kong suddenly found it strange, why was this Daoist... not moving at all?

...Was he trembling, was he scared?

Or was he panicking?

Why is he smiling?!

The illusionary gate behind him suddenly pushed open from the inside, and the City God had arrived. Fan Kong, who was confident of victory, suddenly felt a tremor in his heart. He slowly turned his head, and a chill surged up his spine.

Inside the gate, a Daoist's identical smiling face appeared,

"Are you inviting me?"

......

Thud.

"Dao, Daoist friend... Daoist friend, spare me!"

Fan Kong was pinned down by a foot on his chest, bleeding from the seven orifices due to backlash, trembling all over, while the green ox was stopped by a talisman, its body encircled with layers of golden chains, pressed to the ground.

Chen Yi slightly raised his eyebrows, and slowly said, "Call the City God."

"City God, spare me, City God, spare me! This poor Daoist is ignorant and clashed with your honor, I earnestly beg the City God to be merciful, to be merciful..." Fan Kong babbled, his tone frantic.

Chen Yi said, "Li Xian has seen you, Duan clan has seen you, and the Five Rampant Deities have also seen you, you've been plotting for years."

Now he was like fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered, so Fan Kong voluntarily said, "City, City God... This poor Daoist was forced by someone, it wasn't intentional to abduct Duan Siyuan's soul and Duan Guan's corpse..."

"Then tell me, what is going on here."

"This place, this place is not ordinary, suspected to be an ancient locale. I was entrusted by my master to seek opportunities, and this opportunity is this Hariti, a deity in our Buddhist Sect."

Hariti... a deity in the Buddhist Sect...

Chen Yi felt puzzled but said nothing, just glanced at Yin Tingxue.

Yin Tingxue beside him dared not slack and quickly used heart voice to explain, "It's the Mother of Pear River, one of the Dharma Protectors in the heavens. Legend has it that Hariti died after a miscarriage and transformed into a ghostly being, abducting and devouring countless infants. Shakyamuni Buddha heard of this and with great wisdom, saved her, thus Hariti became one of the Buddhist Sect's protector deities."

The little fox, who always believed in Buddhism, narrated this Buddhist Sect story effortlessly, and after hearing it, Chen Yi's eyebrows raised slightly.

Seeing Chen Yi silent for a while, Fan Kong tested the waters, "City God, do you not know Hariti..."

"The Mother of Pear River, what is there not to know?"

Fan Kong's pupils contracted a bit, knowing Hariti is not surprising, but knowing the name "Mother of Pear River" was another matter. That name was in Sanskrit.

This Daoist City God had studied Buddhist Scriptures deeply, making it impossible to conceal intentions."

After quick contemplation, Fan Kong spoke, "City God... As I mentioned earlier, I was entrusted by my master to seek Hariti. Although I do not know the exact reason, it is said that the death and transformation into a ghost of Duan Guan is inseparable from my master."

"Your master?"

"Yes, my master, Ji Yuan, decades ago taught Duan Guan skills and guided her to adopt Duan Siyuan," Fan Kong paused, with a bit of lament, "it's like planting a tree waiting for it to bear fruit, and now I've been sent to retrieve this fruit."

"With cause comes effect, the cycle of karma is the Buddhist Sect's principle.

But the way of planting seeds and reaping fruits, it sounds like a wicked way.

"What do you intend to use the fruit for?"

"First, to add a Dharma Protector deity to my temple, and second, to let my master... be able to contemplate Hariti, gaining insight into Shakyamuni's spell."

"Is that all?"

"That's all I know...." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Fan Kong finished speaking, quickly lamenting,

"Alas, I entered his sect, originally wanting to study Buddhist Law, but was coerced into committing transgressions continually! It's not my will! I beg the City God to discern clearly!"

Having asked all that needed asking, Chen Yi raised his eyebrows, scrutinizing Fan Kong a bit, said, "You're a monk, why dress as a Daoist?"

"City God also knows, this poor monk was coerced by my master into committing sins," Fan Kong paused, honestly said, "Amitabha Buddha... I feel guilty towards Buddha, so every time I commit a sin, I disguise myself as a Daoist..."

"Hehehehe..."

In the peals of cold laughter, Fan Kong felt his pores slightly tremble with cold. He quivered as he looked at Chen Yi, and after a long while, asked with a trembling voice:

"City God, could... could you let me go? I am willing to serve the City God with all my heart and might, kill my master to prove my path....."

Before Fan Kong could finish, he saw Chen Yi step away a few steps,

"Letting you go is no problem."

Joy rose on Fan Kong's face, he got up, ready to bring his hands together in deep gratitude.

But at this time, Chen Yi clapped his hands,

"However, someone has lodged a complaint."

An eerie wind suddenly rose, five black masses surged up from afar and descended amidst the flying sand and stones.

Five familiar figures appeared, Fan Kong's eyes widened, those were the Five Rampant Deities he had always had grudges with!

But seeing those five people slowly approaching, the hatred deep in their bones was evident, making him shiver.

The gusts of eerie wind were about to sweep in front of him, and the old Daoist Fan Kong cried out,

"Injustice, City God, injustice! I also want to lodge a complaint, I also want to lodge a complaint!"

His voice came to an abrupt halt,

Rows of black shadows had already surged forward, the roaring eerie wind engulfing him...