Chapter 44

Watching Hui Ku, who was struggling to expel the contaminated blood, Lin Feng’s face was bathed in a sunny smile.

Beating a fallen dog always makes one feel good.

His disciple clearly shared the same thoughts. Xiao Yan saw this scene and rubbed his hands together, saying, "This bald monk finally has his day."

Lin Feng said, "Xiao Yanzi, give your Thunder Zen to your master."

Xiao Yan took out the Thunder Zen as instructed and handed it over. Lin Feng grabbed the Thunder Zen with one hand and quietly took out the golden paper containing the Dizang Sutra with the other, calmly sensing the occasional fluctuations of magical power from both items.

During the previous refinement of the Thunder Zen, he had felt the golden paper react, but he hadn’t paid much attention. Now, after careful observation, Lin Feng could confirm that there was a faint resonance between the two items.

Lin Feng thought for a moment and had an idea. He called over his two disciples, gave the Thunder Zen back to Xiao Yan, and handed the golden paper to Xiao Dian.

"Today, I’ll test you two. I’ll just be here to support you, and I won’t easily intervene," Lin Feng said casually. Xiao Yan and Xiao Dian exchanged glances and swallowed hard.

Xiao Yan hesitated and said, "Master, you’re not seriously asking us two to deal with that bald monk, are you? He’s a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and even if he’s a fallen dog, he’s still a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Besides, he has that magical tool. A hundred of me wouldn’t be enough to fight him."

Xiao Dian’s eyes darted around, looking at the golden paper in his hand. "Master, you have a plan, right?"

Lin Feng felt a bit guilty. After all, the plan was just a plan, and it was based on his speculations. He couldn’t guarantee its success.

But on the surface, Lin Feng still appeared to be in control. He glanced at Xiao Yan and said, "Learn from your junior. Would I make you do something without being sure?"

Xiao Yan pursed his lips and said nothing.

Lin Feng smiled and said, "You don’t need to worry about the monk. The test I’m giving you is to break his Twenty-Four Heavenly Kings Arhat Array. The items I’ve given you are the keys to breaking the array. Just follow my instructions, and breaking the array will be a piece of cake."

The two disciples perked up, rubbing their hands together. They looked at Hui Ku in the distance. They had been bullied by Hui Ku in the Tianjing Market. If the city patrol hadn’t arrived, they would have been captured by Hui Ku.

Especially Xiao Yan, who was still haunted by the thought of the monk. This big monk, who could even desecrate the relics of senior monks, would likely do anything to force him to reveal the Immobile Vajra Sutra. During the intense battle, he even sent a snake to capture him. If this monk didn’t die, Xiao Yan would never feel at ease.

Lin Feng pondered for a moment, then, after making all the necessary plans, led Xiao Yan and Xiao Dian out.

Hui Ku was suffering greatly from the contaminated blood. He was quite unlucky. After rushing to the underground palace, he had barely entered when the members of the Fierce Wind Society were teleported. Huang San interfered, causing chaos in the spatial fabric, which made the entire underground palace extremely unstable.

Hui Ku was directly teleported above the Netherworld Blood River and fell straight into the turbulent, contaminated blood.

The Great Thunder Sound Temple was one of the three major holy places in the Tianyuan era. Although it had been destroyed, its disciples were still highly knowledgeable. Hui Ku immediately recognized the Netherworld Blood River and was filled with dread, not daring to release his relics.

These relics, though made from the bones of great Buddhist adepts, would instantly lose all their spiritual energy and become useless if contaminated by the blood.

With great effort, Hui Ku managed to avoid falling directly into the river, but he still got splashed with blood, which contaminated most of his Buddhist powers. He could only struggle to hold on.

He used Buddhist light to protect himself from further contamination and quickly activated the Immobile Vajra Sutra to produce Buddhist fire to burn away the contaminated blood, but the progress was extremely slow.

Hui Ku was frustrated. "If I had the complete Immobile Vajra Sutra and could cultivate the true Immobile Vajra Wrath, I could definitely deal with this contaminated blood. Although the Immobile Vajra Wrath isn’t one of the seven true fires, this river is just a small tributary of the Netherworld Blood Sea, not the purest blood river."

"Buddha, Buddha, your disciple is devoted to Buddhism. Why must I suffer such a great calamity? Could it be that Buddha is also angry with me for refining the relics of my seniors?" Hui Ku roared in his heart. "No, I did this to glorify our Buddhist sect. Even if the seniors don’t forgive me, Buddha will surely understand!"

Thinking of the lost Thunder Zen and the spirit python he had raised for years, Hui Ku became even more enraged, vowing to capture Xiao Yan and crush the bones of the one who killed his spirit pet and stole his magical tool.

While Hui Ku was seething, a young Taoist in a white robe and star crown suddenly appeared before him, followed by Xiao Yan.

Lin Feng, looking at Hui Ku with a glare, said calmly, "Bald monk, why are you glaring? When you made things difficult for my disciple, you sealed your own fate."

Hui Ku snorted. "You are this boy’s master. Did you teach him the Immobile Vajra Sutra? It’s a secret technique of the Great Thunder Sound Temple. Where did you learn it? Return it to me immediately, or don’t blame me for being impolite!"

Lin Feng slowly shook his head. "You are indeed arrogant. Today, you need a lesson."

Hui Ku’s face darkened because he couldn’t sense Lin Feng’s cultivation level. According to Hui Ku’s understanding, this meant Lin Feng’s cultivation was higher than his.

Thinking this, Hui Ku didn’t dare to be overconfident and shouted, "Taoist, I will send you to the afterlife!" He immediately used his ultimate move, throwing out twenty-four relics, which shone brightly in the dim underground.

"Twenty-Four Heavenly Kings Arhat Array, activate!"

Buddhist light flashed, and the chanting of sutras filled the air. The scent of sandalwood permeated the atmosphere. A massive Buddhist light covered an area of nearly a hundred zhang, enveloping Lin Feng and his two disciples along with Hui Ku.

In the Buddhist light, numerous figures appeared, and twenty-four golden arhats, each over ten zhang tall, slowly emerged, coming into view of Lin Feng and his disciples.

The powerful magical power of twenty-four Foundation Establishment cultivators was like an ocean, overwhelming them. Lin Feng almost felt the urge to surrender.

Lin Feng steadied himself and looked at his two disciples with a calm demeanor. "It’s up to you two."

Xiao Yan and Xiao Dian nodded and rushed into the Buddhist light. With the protection of the Thunder Zen and the golden paper, the mental pressure from the golden arhats had little effect on them.

Seeing this, Lin Feng knew he was mostly right.

Buddhist techniques and magical tools, even of different types, often resonate with each other and can counteract each other to some extent.

Especially the twenty-four golden arhats, which had no independent thought, were now under Hui Ku’s control. But with Hui Ku busy resisting the contaminated blood, the array seemed to treat Xiao Yan and Xiao Dian as allies.

Although Hui Ku was focused on resisting the contaminated blood, he still gave orders to the golden arhats. The twenty-four ten-zhang-tall giants took large steps toward Lin Feng, their Foundation Establishment-level powers and sheer size intimidating.

One golden arhat rushed forward, its large hand reaching for Lin Feng’s head. The overwhelming magical power locked down the space around Lin Feng, making the air feel solid.

The wind rushed, but not even a speck of dust could rise, all being pressed down.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, planted his feet firmly on the ground, and activated his magical power at full speed. The technique he used was neither the Nine Heavens Thunder Technique, the Immobile Vajra Sutra, nor the Vast Sea Long River Technique.

The technique Lin Feng used was the Dizang Sutra, which should have belonged to Zhu Yi.

He hadn’t let go of the Vast Sea Long River Technique, and he certainly wouldn’t let go of this top-tier Buddhist technique, which was on par with the Immobile Vajra Sutra.

Although he hadn’t cultivated the supreme power of the Dizang Bodhisattva, Lin Feng had grasped the essence of "enduring and immovable like the earth, calm and profound like a secret treasure."

At that moment, Lin Feng was like the vast earth, silently bearing all things, remaining steadfast no matter how fierce the attack.

The golden arhat’s movement clearly hesitated. Although it was made from the relics of a great Buddhist adept and had no mind or consciousness, some fragmented memories still lingered.

It felt that its target seemed to be a fellow Buddhist, which made it reluctant.

Hui Ku also sensed this and was stunned. "This... This is the Dizang Sutra! How can a Taoist know so many secret techniques of the Great Thunder Sound Temple? Could he actually be a Buddhist in disguise?"

While he was confused, another sensation came, indicating that someone was trying to take one of the relics that served as the array’s core.

Hui Ku was instantly enraged. "You two little brats, how dare you!"