The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple-Chapter 808 - 262: These Two Monks Are Really Strange!

This is somewhat different from what I imagined.

Aren't monks supposed to be filled with compassion? They didn't stop me when I killed Ma Cheng.

But they came over to chant after the killing?

Moreover, this young monk is quite extraordinary. He looks only seven or eight years old, but he has already cultivated to the early stages of the Golden Core Realm.

Keep in mind, even in his teens, he was only in the Qi Condensation Realm, and even Yan just broke through from the Golden Core to the Nascent Soul Realm a few years ago.

And this senior monk, his aura is so restrained, it's as if he's returned to his original simplicity. With my insight, I can't even perceive a trace.

Seeing that the two paid no attention to him, Zhou Qing quickly and cautiously took his leave.

These two monks appeared far too strangely, and their abilities were unfathomable. It's best not to get too involved.

A long time after, the senior monk finally showed a look of compassion, opened his eyes, and said "Amitabha" to Ma Cheng's body, now turned to ashes.

"Master, you could clearly save that benefactor, so why did you watch as he was exterminated by another?"

The young monk also finished chanting at this time, stood up, and asked curiously.

The senior monk sighed softly, turned to look in the direction where Zhou Qing had left, his eyes deep and calm, and spoke slowly.

"Disciple, all things have their cause and effect. Though we, who pursue cultivation, uphold the principle of compassion, we must not interfere with others' predestined karmic paths at will."

"Just like earlier, if I had intervened, it might seem like saving, but it could actually disrupt the delicate balance of the world, triggering more uncontrollable chain reactions."

"Karma is complex and intertwined, a single pull can affect everything."

"If, just for a moment of compassion, we alter someone else's fate, we might unintentionally bring disaster to more people."

The young monk nodded thoughtfully.

The senior monk suddenly smiled, "Moreover, life and death are not the endpoint. Chanting for his soul, helping it transcend, is also our duty as monks."

"The path of cultivation is to comprehend the truth within the intricate web of cause and effect. Only by following nature can we see our true self and find the way to liberation."

The young monk's eyes sparkled after hearing this, "Master, I understand. Comprehension is just the beginning, practice is the key, that's also the lesson you taught me this morning."

The senior monk smiled reassuringly, raised his hand to gently touch the young monk's head, and said, "Well done, well done!"

"So, Master, where do we go next?" the young monk asked.

The senior monk looked ahead again, "Spirit Skull Mountain, I heard many have died there as well. After chanting, we should pay our respects to the five major sects in this Eastern Domain."

...

To be cautious, Zhou Qing didn't return to the sect immediately but quietly made his way back to Spirit Skull Mountain, donned a black robe, and found a corner to sit cross-legged.

Constantly releasing his Divine Sense, observing the surroundings.

In this manner, after waiting for a whole day and ensuring there was no danger, he was about to use Sword Control to depart when he suddenly saw two familiar figures walking slowly towards him.

The people who came were precisely the big and small monks.

Previously, he had worried that they might covet the "Emperor's Brilliance Scripture," but now it seems he was overthinking.

After a brief hesitation, Zhou Qing slowly sat back down, adjusting his posture to appear more composed.

Yet, his gaze was firmly locked on the two monks, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes.

Soon, the two bald heads attracted the attention of others, who all cast strange looks.

But the two monks seemed oblivious, continuing calmly towards the direction of the Abyss.

They stopped only when they reached the edge.

The young monk frowned slightly, his youthful face full of confusion, and spoke in his clear, crisp voice, "Master, there doesn't seem to be so much resentment here!"

The senior monk also showed doubt. Didn't they say a Secret Realm had appeared here, and many people had died?

But looking around now, aside from a few shriveled Tomb Guardians, there were only some lingering obsessions from those who fell in the Spirit Severing Realm.

"Strange—" The senior monk reached up to touch his shiny bald head and looked around at the people.

Could the rumors be wrong?