Chapter 443: Chapter 219 Princess’s Thoughts_2
As for the plan to assassinate Lu Jin’an... without so many people, how can it be carried out?
Moreover, after this incident, it’s hard to say whether Sumeru Mountain will still open the Qinglian Secret Realm after the Ten Domains Martial Arts Competition ends.
Zhou Yuanfu took a deep breath, and as he arrived at the outskirts of Hanshan Temple, he looked at the gathering crowd, squeezed in to see Bao Yue Buddha and another Buddha prostrated on the ground, and started mingling with unfamiliar cultivators around.
At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind.
The Ten Thousand Buddha Sect, renowned among the three great Buddhist sects to the outside world, was truly a disgrace.
Tianshui Buddha had already committed suicide, and yet Sumeru Mountain still allowed the Wandao Sect to run rampant in Jiuhua City... the Ten Domains Martial Arts Competition hadn’t even started, and their reputation was already tarnished!
However... the Buddhist sect will definitely take action.
After all, being unaware if he was still in the city, they would certainly make a move to resolve the current predicament.
"If I get caught by the Wandao Sect, your losses will be far from just a Tianshui Buddha."
Zhou Yuanfu thought silently, turning around to first book a room.
Currently, he couldn’t use the Faceless Divine Skill, as under the Sea of Consciousness of an Immortal, it was essentially inescapable.
He could only wait.
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Lu Jin’an returned to the flying boat from the city tower of Jiuhua City, obtaining no clues about Zhou Yuanfu’s whereabouts from the memories of those captured.
He walked into Pei Wanyu’s chamber, where Master was sitting by the table, sipping some rice wine. The dignified and majestic appearance she had outside now showed a hint of drunken charm.
Pei Wanyu’s eyes rippled like water, her voice seemingly drowsy: "Did you find him?"
"No." Lu Jin’an shook his head: "With countless faces and the Faceless Divine Skill, I think Zhou Yuanfu must be in Jiuhua City, but finding him is not an easy task."
He sat opposite Pei Wanyu: "Although Soul Searching is simple and convenient, acting on so many cultivators in the entire city would easily allow the Wandao Sect, which already has the upper hand, to be countered by the Buddhist sect."
"Not to mention Zhou Yuanfu, as he will not miss the opportunity to assassinate me, so we will surely meet eventually, but..." Lu Jin’an poured a drink for Master and said slowly: "I am more curious to know if that monk is really Fan Zhouxing, and if so, why he disclosed this matter."
Pei Wanyu sipped the rice wine, her enchanting red lips stained with a glossy sheen. She reached out and caressed the back of Lu Jin’an’s hand, her fingers lightly teased: "A bald monk from Cijing Temple came by just now, said the novice who sent you the message came from Yinma Temple, named Ben Chun, Lingshan has already gone to Yinma Temple to capture the abbot and the resident monk."
Lu Jin’an pondered for two seconds: "At most, they will find internal traitors, surely they won’t let the collusion with the Demon Path be exposed."
"It’s enough to suppress the Buddhist sect, the current evidence can’t completely tear things apart."
"Master, where is Yinma Temple?"
"Lingyin Domain, Kongqing State." Pei Wanyu said: "It’s too late."
After a pause, she continued: "It was originally the compassionate dojo of the Great Infinite Buddha, later turned into a temple for laypeople to worship Buddha. Emperor Shitian once preached there.
But after that preaching, he never appeared again."
Lu Jin’an curiously asked: "What did he preach?"
Pei Wanyu recalled a moment and said: "When it spread to the Wandao Sect, Zeng Suqin mentioned words like ’Buddha knows my heart, saves all beings.’
Only Emperor Shitian made these words convincing in the entire Buddhist sect."
Pei Wanyu took another sip: "Although the helmsman of Sumeru Mountain, the Great Infinite Buddha, could be considered a Buddha, he was overly obsessed with the Mahayana Buddhist Sutra from the Upper Realm."
"Master, the young monk previously also said something similar." Lu Jin’an asked softly: "Which Buddha do you think he meant?"
"Master has limited understanding of the Buddhist sect."
Lu Jin’an nodded, got up, went to the window, and opened it, gazing at the night view of the Sky Dome: "Master, I suddenly thought of a question."
"What question?"
"Buddha’s son Fan Zhouxing is obviously extraordinarily talented, and the Buddhist sect wavers between the Upper Realm and the Lower Realm..." Lu Jin’an supported himself on the windowsill and spoke slowly: "With the Upper Realm executing the Possessor plan, why not target Fan Zhouxing?
Even if Fan Zhouxing doesn’t possess some kind of constitution, given his status in the Buddhist sect, the Upper Realm should not miss the opportunity to influence the entire Buddhist sect through him, shouldn’t they?"
Lu Jin’an exhaled lightly: "After all, the Buddhist sect has been indecisive all along."
Pei Wanyu crossed her right leg over her left: "Your consideration isn’t without reason, but Master feels there’s no need to think so much now, given the limited intelligence at hand, and you’ll inevitably confront Fan Zhouxing sooner or later."
Lu Jin’an agreed with an "Mm," then closed the window, speaking to Pei Wanyu: "Master, please rest first. I’ll go practice my cultivation."
"Won’t you accompany me?"
Lu Jin’an glanced at his Master’s tall and alluring, exquisitely curved figure, smiled, and shook his head: "You take a rest tonight, Master."
With that, he bowed and left Master’s chamber.
To him now, what Master should have tasted has been tasted, and what cannot be tasted cannot be attained with the current strength.
It’s better to swiftly enhance his strength, then devour everything of Master’s in one go... or let himself be devoured by Master.
By then, maybe he could witness a more ’disheveled’ side of his Master, so there’s no need to cling to her all the time now.
Sitting on the chair, Pei Wanyu listened to the sound of the good disciple leaving and closing the door, the smile on her lips did not disappear.
She could guess the good disciple’s thoughts... wasn’t it the same for her?