This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 463 - 9 The Vulture Old Man_2
Chapter 463: Chapter 9 The Vulture Old Man_2
Sand Sea Evil Monk.
Lu Qingshan murmured.
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This was one of the eight leaders of the Sand Bandits, with a status equal to that possessing bodily poison.
He was originally an Ascetic Monk. For unknown reasons, he switched to practising the Blood Slaughter Evil Technique, and ultimately found himself wanted by Great Xia, forcing him to flee into the Mogao Desert and become a member of the Sand Bandits. He was a cultivator in the late stages of the Nascent Soul.
“The Sand Bandits have been extorting you for so many years, have you not tried to seek help from the Giant Bear Tribe?” Lu Qingshan asked again.
The location of the Bei Tribe was very close to that of the Giant Bear Tribe.
He hadn’t expected the Sand Bandits to be bold enough to commit wrongdoing in a small village so close to Giant Bear City.
This behavior was far too arrogant.
“We tried. At the beginning, our Clan Leader reached out to the Giant Bear Tribe for help, but they completely ignored us.” Tears mixed with blood streamed down the boy’s face as he spoke from a broken heart.
Lu Qingshan furrowed his brow, his expression slightly darkening as a nameless fury surged up within him.
He felt a desire to kill the Sand Bandits as well as anger at the shortsightedness of the Giant Bear Tribe.
The indulgence of evil-doers is almost no different from committing evil oneself.
Moreover, under such indulgence, evil-doers will not stop when they see good; they will only continue to expand without limit.
Today, the Sand Bandits only cause trouble around Giant Bear Tribe, tomorrow they might defile the very heads of the Giant Bear Tribe.
Foolish.
Lu Qingshan judged in his heart.
If the Nine Tribes Alliance had not indulged the Old Vulture at the beginning, but had decisively joined forces to deal with him, the Sand Bandits would not have grown to such an extent where they could challenge the authority of local forces like the Nine Tribes Alliance.
…
The young monk was quietly soothing the boy’s emotions.
Lu Qingshan was deep in thought.
“Monk, what is your relation to this Sand Sea Evil Monk?” Lu Qingshan suddenly asked.
As the boy had mentioned the name of the Sand Sea Evil Monk, he noticed a distinct change in the young monk’s expression.
The young monk hesitated for a moment, then, without hiding anything, performed a Buddhist gesture and candidly said, “My Buddhist name is Jue Zhen. I come from Chicken Soup Temple. My mission here pertains to this Sand Sea Evil Monk.”
“Chicken Soup Temple…” Lu Qingshan repeated the name, recalling information about Chicken Soup Temple that quickly surfaced in his mind. “I didn’t expect you to come from the Buddha of Dragon Elephant Temple, my apologies.”
Dragon Elephant Temple consists of four institutes, thirty-six temples, and seventy-two chapels, and Chicken Soup Temple is among these thirty-six temples.
The monk named Jue Zhen seriously corrected, “I am not yet worthy of being called a Buddha, I am but a small monk.”
Lu Qingshan’s expression became serious, “What you mentioned earlier, coming here for this Sand Sea Evil Monk, what did you mean by that?”
Jue Zhen, the young monk, looked somewhat ashamed, “This Sand Sea Evil Monk’s name is Qi Luo.
Back when Qi Luo was still an Ascetic Monk, he came to our Chicken Soup Temple, wishing to join the temple to practice.
My master told him he had no fate with Buddha and turned him away.
Unwilling to give up, Qi Luo knelt outside our temple doors for three years, yet my master remained unmoved.
Feeling pity for him as he was leaving, I secretly imparted to him a Buddhist technique from our temple. Little did I anticipate that he would turn out this way, spreading evil everywhere.
If I had not passed on that technique to him that day, even if he did evil, he would not have been capable of reaching today’s heights.
Ultimately, the roots of this disaster trace back to me, so I left the monastery and tracked him here to personally resolve the causality of that year.”
Lu Qingshan, upon hearing this, felt slightly astonished.
The Sand Sea Evil Monk had been notorious for many years. According to what Jue Zhen said, the Sand Sea Evil Monk was practicing in Chicken Soup Temple when he was still an Ascetic Monk.
This meant that this young monk before him must be over fifty years old, and moreover, having dared to come alone to seek the Sand Sea Evil Monk, his cultivation must be extraordinary.
Yet, for some reason, this monk appeared so youthful, even his speech retained a childlike tone; it was unclear if it was intentional or due to some special reason.
Generally speaking, those in the Buddhist Sect do not focus on such external appearances, so the likelihood of it being intentional should be low.
“The Bei Tribe suffered slaughter; thus, as a small monk, I must also bear some responsibility,” Jue Zhen said frankly and guiltily.
“Bandits buy knives to kill people, but the sellers of the knives are not breaking the law,” Lu Qingshan said.
“After I arrange a safe place for Shi Hu, I will continue to pursue Qi Luo’s traces,” Jue Zhen responded without much argument, solemnly making his intent clear.
Once people in the Buddhist Sect commit to something, they seldom change their minds.
Shi Hu is the name of the boy Lu Qingshan had saved.
“The Sand Sea is boundless; finding this Sand Sea Evil Monk won’t be easy,” Lu Qingshan glanced at the still crying boy Shi Hu and said as if offhandedly.
“Then I will keep searching, one day I will find him,” Jue Zhen declared firmly.
The little sparrow demon within the sleeves of the young monk chirped twice at this moment, as if supporting the young monk’s resolve, showing its tremendous spiritual nature.
Lu Qingshan couldn’t help but take another look at the little sparrow demon.
Noticing Lu Qingshan’s gaze, Jue Zhen, the young monk, took the initiative to introduce, “It’s called Little Sparrow; it was originally just an ordinary yellow sparrow, but for some reason, it doesn’t like millet but prefers listening to the Buddhist chants and the tolling of bells and drums.
As I recited Buddhist scriptures, it often eavesdropped from an ancient tree in front of…
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