Xiuxian Work Log

In the middle of the night, a figure stood on the wall without making any sound. With his eyes closed, he seemed to be able to feel the breathing frequency of the people around him, as well as the rhythmic movement of flowers, plants and trees.

Sword shadows streaked across the air, gradually forming a bowl-shaped barrier above the yard. A faint blue light enveloped the entire barrier. The man strolled leisurely along the wall, as if he was free and unrestrained in his own garden.

With a light leap, he landed like a flying swallow and walked into the courtyard, where he had already formed a formation.

The moonlight was cold and thin, casting a shadow upon the figure, clad in a precious garment of state and dignity. The hem of the garment, outlined by golden threads, evoked a sense of nobility. The garment itself was emblazoned with large, regularly arranged runes, sculpted from ice silk. From afar, he resembled a living Buddha.

The only difference between him and the Living Buddha is his thick, shiny and smooth black hair, and the golden edge of his jade crown stands upright, drawing an arc in the air.

The courtyard door slowly opened, and a sword with fangs was pointed at him. The Living Buddha turned his eyes without any sadness or joy, and met the gaze of the young man in white clothes who was standing in the dark and staring at him.

"Amitabha"

The Living Buddha raised his hand and whispered, his eyebrows and eyes were picturesque.

"Don't worry, benefactor. I'm only here to find the traitor to my temple."

Yang Zishen raised his eyebrows. Aren’t the traitors of Cibei Temple Hua Cixi and Hua Xiangrong?

You said you wanted to find the traitor, so why did you seal this place off again?

"The Hua family member you are looking for is not here."

The Living Buddha lowered his eyes and chuckled.

"Whether it exists or not, the donor has no say."

The wind blew the fallen leaves in the air and they landed at Yang Zishen's feet. Yang Zishen stood where he was, and Lan'an obediently returned to his hands.

"If I say no, then I mean no. Are you planning to break the rules and kill a mortal?"

There's an unwritten rule in the world of immortal cultivation: once an immortal cultivator begins killing mortals, each kill incurs a new karma. When this accumulates to a certain point, the cultivator will go astray, ultimately either being strangled by other immortal cultivators or driven to self-destruct by their inner demons.

Yang Zishen looked at the man and shook his head.

"Killing was not my intention, but that person had long been connected to the immortal path. How could there not be something fishy going on when the Hua family father and son treated him like this?"

Yang Zishen gripped the sword tightly in his hand and quietly raised his spiritual power.

The Living Buddha continued, "I know you two have a good relationship. So, if I banish you from this place, I won't be sad if I don't see you anymore."

Yang Zishen frowned, "How is this any different from trying to cover one's ears and steal a bell? You're unworthy of being a Buddhist cultivator, unworthy of being an immortal cultivator, by doing this to a powerless mortal like this!"

"You are wrong." The Living Buddha picked up a leaf and turned the petiole.

"The ones I wanted to kill were always that evil couple."

In an instant, the leaves passed by Yang Zishen's ears, lifted up his hair, and disappeared into the darkness.

Yang Zishen reacted and immediately ran to another room.

In the darkness, the sound of swords rang out with great force. After several storms, a sword stabbed out, and the leaves that had turned into sharp weapons all rushed towards the Living Buddha's face.

"He's not here?" The Living Buddha raised his sleeve and brushed away the weapon.

As soon as he took off his sleeves, the young monk with the five-colored magic weapon kicked him with such force that it seemed as if his facial bones would be broken.

The Living Buddha reacted immediately, grabbed Hua Xiangrong's ankle and threw him out.

With a "bang", the stone wall shattered and piled up on the ground like debris, but the formation set up at the beginning was as solid as Mount Tai.

The Living Buddha stood in the yard with a kind face.

"Although you have considerable aptitude in Buddhism, our Compassion Temple has always emphasized right and wrong. Right is right, and wrong is wrong. If the very beginning is wrong, then every step thereafter will be wrong."

"Your fault lies in having a selfish father who practices forbidden techniques and kills countless lives. Although he hasn't committed the crime of killing a mortal, it's worse and more unforgivable."

"Because of him, the inhabitants of several small islands in the west have vanished. Hundreds of years of change have been reduced to ashes. The mountain gods and river gods have fallen, and there is no living being left."

"It is tragic, shameful, and lamentable that people are so greedy and dissatisfied for their own selfish desires!"

The young man lay on the ground in a dishevel, tears falling from the corners of his eyes and buried in the dirty soil. A green bud sprouted out and shivered in the cold wind.

On the other side, Yang Zishen dug Lin Qingyue out from the thick quilt.

The cold wind blew in from the broken door. Lin Qingyue was drowsy and shivering with cold, and he burrowed into the quilt.

"Lin Qingyue, I know you're awake! Don't sleep anymore!"

The quilt was shattered by Yang Zishen's spiritual power. Lin Qingyue could only hold a ball of cotton in his hand pitifully and glanced at the system time in a trance.

"Isn't it time to go to work yet?"

"Please call me at eight tomorrow if you need anything."

A spell hit Lin Qingyue's head. Lin Qingyue felt a cool sensation on his head and suddenly became awake.

Turning around and seeing Yang Zishen, he asked in confusion, "What are you doing in my room?"

"Someone has come to Cibei Temple. It's the Living Buddha."

Lin Qingyue didn't understand, "What Huo Huo?"

"Living Buddha." Yang Zishen's tone was a bit heavier, and he said impatiently, "It's the Living Buddha from the Compassion Temple who is known as the only true Buddha in the world of immortal cultivation. He has boundless magical powers. It is said that he once suppressed 200,000 demon cultivators in a great battle between immortals and demons."

Lin Qingyue was wearing a thin inner garment. She silently heard the envy in Yang Zishen's tone and scratched her head.

"so what?"

"Let me express my excitement."

Lin Qingyue looked at Yang Zishen suspiciously. Before Yang Zishen could respond to her, there was a sudden loud noise and Yang Zishen disappeared in the room like a shadow of light.

Lin Qingyue looked at the direction where Yang Zishen disappeared, took out the sword from the bedside, opened the window and wanted to take a sneak peek at the scene outside.

But when he opened the door, he found that what he saw was the wall of Xiaohu's house.

Lin Qingyue: ...

The leaves fluttered down into the Living Buddha's hands, dancing like they were performing acrobatics.

The Living Buddha squatted in front of Hua Xiangrong, and the leaves were about to fall but didn't, swaying around Hua Xiangrong's neck, as if they were holding his fragile and pitiful life in their hands.

"What a pity. You're almost at the Golden Elixir stage, right? I'll add a few more spells to your salvation, so your life in this mortal world won't be in vain."

The sword came from the side, and the sword energy was like a rainbow. The Living Buddha didn't even look at it, but just swept it with his hand and pressed the man and the sword into the ground.

"Why bother? A mayfly trying to shake a tree is overestimating its own strength. People always fail to clearly understand their own strength and always think that they can do whatever they want with just passion."

"Little do you know that this is just a beautiful dream given to you by the world. Once you touch reality, it will knock you back to where you were."

Blood was oozing out of Yang Zishen's body, and he didn't even have the strength to struggle. He could only watch as the leaves floated down, and in mid-air they turned into swords and slashed towards Hua Xiangrong fiercely.

"Hua Xiangrong!"

The Living Buddha stood there, brows lowered and expressionless.

Unexpectedly, the sword did not fall.

When Hua Xiangrong's head and body were about to be separated, a strong sword energy came from outside the formation, pierced through the sword, and pierced into the tree trunk, and a leaf fell from the sky in two.

A figure stepped on the formation and yawned.

"You're such a good hide-and-seek guy! Lan Tang is such a fool! He let a fake like you slip away."