Chapter 463: Chapter 241: Profound Lady Swordsmanship, Heavenly Gang Transformation (Part 2)
The Mad Monk stayed in the temple for half a year, amassing tens of thousands of incense offerings, but due to his eccentric ways, he was ostracized by the monks, eventually having to leave Cizhao Temple.
Without the Mad Monk, the merit incense offerings in Cizhao Temple might not even reach the thousands!
In decades, they’ve gathered less than ten thousand merit incense offerings?
Xu Qing withdrew his gaze and let out a light laugh.
A major temple in a state or province, how lacking in virtue must it be to gather less than ten thousand offerings over decades?
Even Xu Qing’s excellent employees, Guan Dazhuang, Sun Erzhuang, and Gu Zixu, could earn tens of thousands of incense offerings in a year.
This shows how rotten Cizhao Temple has become.
At two quarters past the hour of Shen, the pressure gathered above the Ruyi Temple finally reached its peak.
But compared to the divine thunder Xu Qing faced back then, this yin thunder is significantly weaker in momentum.
Xu Qing felt the undisguised bias!
During the tribulation in the Imperial Mausoleum, the thundercloud brewed for a full hour, clearly intending to take his life!
And look at Xuan Yu’s divine punishment. Besides being slightly stronger than those faced by ordinary demon cultivators due to the appearance of the Cizhao Temple monks, there’s nothing special about it.
Feeling the energy locked onto him, Xu Qing frowned slightly.
This Heavenly Dao seems not very intelligent. Every day he performs good deeds, yet receives more ’attention’ than those treacherous fake monks?
Xu Qing unfolded his Dharma Realm of the Blood Lake, and the form of Lady Bao Sheng appeared once more.
The misty incense offerings from the Dharma Realm enveloped Xu Qing, accentuating Lady Bao Sheng’s transcendent and sacred aura beyond the mortal world.
Ding Guang Abbot and Jing Hai Chan Shi sensed the incense power radiating from Xu Qing.
His wishing incense seemed purer and cleaner than the good deeds performed by the Mad Monk!
Then, they turned to the Cat Demon beside Xu Qing, a demon with overwhelming demon energy, yet faintly emanating a golden light of merit?
Ding Guang Abbot’s face turned extremely ugly, filled with disbelief and endless jealousy.
Why do they, who recite Buddha their whole lives, not have such incense offering power, while a demon and a young rascal destroying a dilapidated temple have so much?
How unfair is Heaven!
How unfair is Buddha!
The fat monk suddenly remembered something, widened his eyes, and asked Xu Qing in shock, "Are you the one who transcended the tribulation in the Imperial Mausoleum that day?"
As the thunder calamity approached, the terrifying aura hidden inside Xu Qing was fully released. Jing Hai Chan Shi, with 120 years of cultivation and 400 years of Taoism, felt as if there was an insurmountable gap in front of Xu Qing.
Jing Hai Chan Shi knew what that meant; it was a gap only for someone who had passed a 500-year thunder calamity.
Xu Qing didn’t respond to Jing Hai Chan Shi; his gaze was fixed on Ding Guang Abbot.
So this old monk’s Taoism had actually reached the brink of 500 years, but one didn’t know what method he used to keep suppressing his Taoism.
Only when locked by the thunder calamity did Ding Guang Abbot have to force out the nine three-inch-three nails buried in his body.
Xu Qing suddenly understood that the old monk was using a false death method from a sinister sect.
The nails piercing the monk’s robe, resembling buttons, were nine coffin nails; Ding Guang Monk had treated his robe as a coffin, pinning himself ’dead’ inside it.
A dead man naturally wouldn’t need to transcend tribulation. Ding Guang Monk intended to rely on this method to deceive Heaven and escape through false death; he just didn’t expect to be indiscriminately locked by a thunder calamity one day.
If he wanted to evade the thunder calamity, he could only pull out the nails and resist with all his might, but doing so meant facing the test of double tribulations.
After understanding the old monk’s state, Xu Qing found it amusing.
The old baldy hid well enough; if not for Baiyun Daoist having a mishap here, who would’ve known there was such an old Zen master hiding in Cizhao Temple?
Xu Qing was very curious about the source of Ding Guang Abbot’s cultivation method until he caught sight of the ghost-head divine knife the other party summoned; it was then that Xu Qing thoroughly understood.
So that old fox of Baiyun Cave took on more than one disciple!
At a certain moment, Xu Qing and Xuan Yu almost simultaneously looked up, and in the whirlpool of thunderclouds, the sound of muffled thunder boomed as ten or so black tumor-like light clusters appeared, and black lightning sheathed in dark gray light struck down!
"Xuan Yu!"
As Xu Qing reminded Xuan Yu, the 50,000 incense condensing into a merit shield deflected the yin thunder striking him.
In the midst of the thunder tribulation, Xuan Yu faced a thunder stronger and fiercer than anyone else’s.
At the altar, the girl had a tense face, tossing away 100,000 incense like it was nothing.
Layer upon layer of merit monuments sprang from the ground, encircling the falling yin thunder above.
It’s almost an inversion of Heaven’s force!
Seeing the fiercest heavenly tribulation enveloped by Xuan Yu, Xu Qing felt relieved.
Looking at Xuan Yu transcending the tribulation felt more nerve-wracking for him than transcending it himself.
Meanwhile, Xu Qing, feeling more at ease, turned around, only to find that among those of Cizhao Temple, only Ding Guang Abbot and Jing Hai Chan Shi were still standing firm.
Wait, where are your Twelve Arhats?
Xu Qing looked toward where the twelve Condensing Gang Martial Monks had been, only to see ashes scattered on the ground.
Which gave Xu Qing a heartache.
The twelve corpses would have been the Funeral Shop’s revenue during the offseason for many days!
Now they were gone, just like that.
Xu Qing then looked again at Ding Guang Abbot and Jing Hai Chan Shi.
Jing Hai, devoid of any merit incense to protect his body, had long been ravaged by thunder, like a bloodstained rag sack, teetering unsteadily.
The momentum of heaven’s punishment gets stronger with each wave; it’s imaginable that when the next round of thunder descends, the fat monk is likely to turn into a pile of black ash.
Xu Qing couldn’t bear it, so he flashed in front of Jing Hai Chan Shi, swinging his hand with the mountain-split axe!
Confronted with the formidable presence of Lady Bao Sheng, the fat monk’s lips quivered: "Spare me, my friend; I am willing to join your sect..."
Lady Bao Sheng is slightly obsessive-compulsive.
It was perhaps better for the fat monk not to utter this sentence, as saying it thoroughly infuriated Xu Qing.
Join his temple line? What gall!
After collecting the fat monk’s body, Xu Qing turned his attention back to Ding Guang Abbot.
The latter appeared ready for a dire confrontation, his ghost-head divine knife poised for release.
The heavenly tribulation is a bit lacking in force, isn’t it?
Xu Qing looked at the thunderclouds above and smirked.
Perhaps Xu Qing’s actions angered the heavens, and the next moment, a yin thunder with double the weight struck directly down.
Their previous strike had the fat monk’s share too, now accounting it to him!
Xu Qing’s face darkened slightly. From his first tribulation, he found heaven’s punishment targeting him somewhat; at that time, he managed to resist with a million incense, but this second round as his companion seemed never-ending. Why was he still being pursued?
So good people are meant to be struck by lightning?
As the thunder was about to strike, Xu Qing was preparing to use the remaining incense from Bao Sheng Temple when suddenly, a towering tree condensed from 200,000 incense offerings rose from the ground.
Xu Qing raised his head to the merit divine tree shrouding him and Xuan Yu beneath its canopy.
Xuan Yu looked at Xu Qing and offered a faint smile.
Xu Qing was momentarily dazed; when a demon transforms, they need time to adapt. So whenever Xuan Yu transformed into a human, they would remain expressionless, not showing joy or anger; this was his first time seeing Xuan Yu smile.
But only for an instant.
In the distance, covered with scorched black marks and flickering arcs, Ding Guang Abbot tried to approach the merit divine tree, only to be met by a colossal axe-like rainbow light more terrifying than yin thunder!
When Xu Qing finished off Ding Guang Monk and turned back, the girl under the tree had reverted to her usual silent demeanor.
Beneath the merit divine tree, time felt peaceful, and above the sacred tree, the heavenly tribulation was momentarily stalled by the dazzling golden light obscuring the view.
This familiar merit incense, this extravagantly showy tribulation style...
The heavens, which had been somewhat distracted, fixed its gaze, finally noticing something amiss.
How is it you again? Do you think you can fool others by changing a skin, putting a flower yellow on the mirror, and wearing a merit dress, and no one will recognize you?
And once the scent of incense was detected, human lineage merit incense?
How come within just a few days, the quality of the merit incense has increased to the level of human lineage’s prosperous power?
The tribulation is brewing.
In the thick clouds, continuous flashes of thunder arcs seemed to be making precise calculations.
Ultimately, the Heavenly Dao lagged. While unable to solve those causing trouble, could it not deal with those watching the spectacle?
So, the heavens turned its gaze