Yu Zhao: It's time to restore the belongings of my senior brothers and sisters.

Chapter 59 Yu Zhao: It's Time to Restore the Belongings of My Senior Brothers and Sisters (4,000-word chapter)

The news of the death of the Crimson Flame Venerable quickly spread throughout Prajna City. The lower-level cultivators were shocked. This was a Golden Core expert, and a Golden Core expert who was renowned throughout the entire Western Regions.

They actually perished.

How could they not be surprised? But it was just surprise, curiosity about who killed him, but at most it was just something friends talked about when they got together.

As for investigating further? Laughable. How many lives would you take to investigate the fall of a Golden Core cultivator? Besides, why would you investigate someone you have no connection with?

As for the powerful cultivators above the Golden Core level who remained in the city, they were even more indifferent to the death of the Crimson Flame Venerable. They might have had some relationship with him when he was alive, but once he was dead, the relationship was over.

It's impossible to investigate who did it. The other party was able to kill a Golden Core cultivator silently. Such methods are not to be trifled with.

It's not that I'm afraid, but there's no need to take risks just because of the death of Chi Yan.

Once a person dies, they are of no use whatsoever; the little friendship they leave behind is not enough to make others risk their lives to avenge them.

To put it more coldly, people die every day in this cultivation world. Golden Core cultivators may seem glamorous, but they are just big ants, not to mention that this ant is a rogue cultivator.

If you die, you die.

Inside the abbot's meditation room at Famen Temple.

A middle-aged monk walked in and bowed to Master Liaoxin, who was sitting on a futon, saying, "Master, the Crimson Flame Venerable has fallen. It is very likely that Yu Zhao and Shen Yunshu were behind it."

"May Buddha have mercy, he ultimately could not escape this calamity." Upon hearing this, Master Xin opened his eyes, his face filled with sorrow as he chanted a Buddhist prayer, his tone tinged with grief. "Before he left, I told him that the deaths of those two children and his grandson had nothing to do with each other, and that he should politely inquire about them before leaving. Now it seems that he still did not take my words to heart."

Had I known this would happen, I shouldn't have borrowed his Sun and Moon Wheels to investigate the situation at that time.

"Master, there is no need to blame yourself. This Crimson Flame Venerable is used to being arrogant, and he has completely lost his mind because of his grandson's death. It is only right that he suffers this calamity."

The middle-aged monk comforted his master, believing that even if the Crimson Flame Master didn't die today, he would die sooner or later.

He was already in a dead end. In order to investigate his grandson's death, he went around biting people like a mad dog, which offended too many people.

They have already found a way to die.

If he doesn't die, who will?

Do you really think that he, Master Chiyan, can control everything in Prajna City and even the entire Western Regions?

The middle-aged monk disliked Master Chiyan very much, or rather, many Buddhist disciples disliked him. This man was too presumptuous and often spoke rudely to the Buddhist community in this Western Region, on Buddhist territory.

The great Buddhist masters were magnanimous and didn't hold it against him, but this guy actually thought that Buddhism was afraid of him, so the rumor arose that even the great Buddhist masters had to give him some respect.

He used the entire Buddhist community to promote his own reputation, so naturally, the Buddhist disciples didn't like him.

If it weren't for the powerful figures keeping him in check, the Buddhist disciples would have already attacked him with blunt force.

Now that the person has been killed, the middle-aged monk feels no regret whatsoever; in fact, he finds it all very gratifying.

Master Liaoxin naturally sensed the gloating in his disciple's words. He straightened his face and admonished him, "We Buddhist disciples should have kind hearts. How can we harbor malice towards someone's suffering just because their behavior is inappropriate?"

"Disciple knows he was wrong."

"Since you know you've made a mistake, I'll punish you by making you chant sutras for Fellow Daoist Chiyan for forty-nine days to help him pass on. Do you accept that?"

"Disciple is convinced." It's just chanting scriptures; it's something you have to do every day anyway, so it's just a side thing.

"Very good, you may leave now." Master Xin was very satisfied with his disciple's attitude and waved for him to leave.

The middle-aged monk bowed and left the meditation room. Not long after he left, a charming female voice rang out from the room: "How hypocritical! He set up a trap to kill the Chiyan Master, and then pretended to be compassionate. Poor Chiyan probably didn't even know who killed him until he died."

"You monster, shut up!"

This sound made Master Xin's face turn angry, and he shouted loudly.

"Even if you tell me not to, I'll still say it."

As the alluring voice appeared, a woman materialized in the meditation room. She was barely clothed, her clothes barely covering her body, which aroused the men's desires.

She was extremely beautiful, and every move she made exuded endless charm.

This is a beauty whose allure is to the bone. Yu Zhao's former junior sister named Liu Mei was also this kind of beauty, but compared to this woman, Liu Mei's charm seemed affected and artificial.

Unlike this woman, who was naturally beautiful, she could arouse the desire of any man just by standing there.

At this moment, the beauty sat down next to Master Xin, leaning on his shoulder, and gently ran her fingers across his face. "Don't others know me? You're just using Yu Zhao to get rid of someone you hate."

You are such a hypocrite, you wouldn't even dare to kill yourself, but does that mean you're not guilty of killing someone through someone else?

Master Liaoxin remained silent, his eyes closed, silently reciting Buddhist scriptures.

"Do you think you can pretend nothing happened just by not saying anything?"

Liaoxin, your hands are stained with blood. Open your eyes and look, you're covered in blood, it's my blood!

You'll never be cleansed of this in your entire life, never cleansed of it!

The alluring woman's voice suddenly turned shrill, her tone tinged with madness. These words startled Master Xin, who immediately formed a hand seal and uttered the mantra: "Immeasurable Buddha, Immeasurable Light, Break!"

With a screech, a burst of Buddhist light shone forth, shattering the alluring woman. Before vanishing, she laughed wildly, her voice echoing in Master Xin's ears, "I am your inner demon. You cannot escape me. I will haunt you forever, forever! Hahahahaha!"

When the sound completely disappeared, blood seeped from the corner of Master Liaoxin's mouth. He sighed deeply, "Alas! It's all a karmic entanglement."

This woman was his most unbearable past. He even broke his vows for her, wanting to return to secular life and become a divine couple with her.

Who would have thought that this person was actually a demonic witch? After learning of her identity, his sect forced him to exorcise the demon.

He refused and disobeyed his master, letting him leave.

As a result, the entire temple where he had become a monk was massacred. He initially thought it was the work of a demoness, and after finding her, he personally killed her to avenge his sect.

Little did he know that he had wrongly accused his lover. From then on, Master Liaoxin had a demon in his heart. By chance, after breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage, the demon in his heart became more and more powerful, to the point that he could hardly suppress it.

Others may not know, but he knows it himself. The reason he looks at Yu Zhao differently is not only because Yu Zhao is very intelligent, but more so because he finds that after seeing Yu Zhao, his inner demons seem to be afraid.

Master Liaoxin originally planned to wait and see, but today his inner demons almost got out of control again, which made him unable to wait any longer.

He had to figure out what it was about Yu Zhao that made the inner demon fear him.

Thinking of this, Master Liaoxin lost his mood to continue meditating. He got up and walked out of the meditation room. After taking two steps, he appeared outside the guest room where Yu Zhao was staying.

He raised his hand and gently knocked on the door. "Is young friend Yu here?"

Inside the house, Yu Zhao frowned slightly upon hearing the noise. What day was it today? Why were they all coming to her place?

She opened the door and saw Master Xin standing outside. She bowed slightly and said, "Greetings, Master. Please come in."

Despite his outward enthusiasm, Yu Zhao was actually wary of this Master Liaoxin. She hadn't forgotten that Master Chiyan had learned of Shen Yunshu's presence at the crime scene from Famen Temple.

Even Yu Zhao suspected that Famen Temple was using her to get rid of Master Chiyan.

Liao Xin Lao Deng is the abbot of Famen Temple, and Yu Zhao doesn't think the other party is unaware of this.

Therefore, we can conclude that he is a black-hearted scoundrel who pretends to be a virtuous gentleman.

Yu Zhao naturally had no liking for this kind of person. She hated being schemed against, and what she hated even more was that Chi Yan, this brainless guy, insisted on pushing her step by step, which forced her to become the knife.

Back to the present, after Master Liaoxin entered the room and sat down, he went straight to the point: "I heard that Venerable Chiyan came looking for you, so I came here specifically to apologize. When he came to Famen Temple for help, I did not expect to involve you and young friend Shen."

That's the truth. Master Liaoxin really didn't expect this. He's not an omniscient and omnipotent god, how could he know everything?

Yu Zhao didn't care whether what he said was true or false; she just wanted to stay away from this old man. These powerful figures were all ruthless and treacherous.

Therefore, she simply went along with what the other party said: "Master, please don't take it to heart. This matter has nothing to do with you. The fact that you came all the way here to say this has already made me feel uneasy. As for the apology, please don't mention it again. It would be too much for me."

Regardless of what she was thinking, Yu Zhao's tone and expression were extremely sincere when she said these words.

Yu Zhao may not have many other skills, but her acting skills are absolutely superb; she actually managed to fool people's hearts.

Liao Xin couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "What a wonderful child! This child is destined to be a Buddhist, no wonder he was chosen by the Buddha himself."

"Very well, but I cannot let you suffer this undeserved misfortune for nothing. I will give you some good things."

As he spoke, he took out two round spheres the size of pills from his sleeve. These spheres were entirely purple-gold in color, with a radiant glow on them, and they looked extraordinary. "These are Bodhi seeds. I'm giving these two Bodhi seeds to you two as compensation for this undeserved calamity."

"Then this young lady thanks you."

Yu Zhao readily accepted the Bodhi seed and put it into her storage bag, planning to divide it up when only the two of them remained.

When Master Liaoxin saw Yu Zhao accept the Bodhi seed, his smile became even more amiable. He then spoke of the true purpose of his visit: "I have another matter to discuss with you, young friend Yu. To be honest, I have been troubled by inner demons, but after seeing you, my inner demons have calmed down considerably. I would like to ask if you have any special cultivation techniques."

"Could you help this old monk overcome his inner demons?"

Yu Zhao:

Good heavens, you old Deng have absolutely no shame. You sent a gift under the guise of an apology, and then you turned around and asked me for a favor.

One gift settles two causes and effects, right?

You really shouldn't be a monk, you should be a businessman. You've done an amazing job with this business.

Yu Zhao thought to himself, and then suddenly felt that the Bodhi seeds in the storage bag were a little hot.

If she weren't afraid of angering the other party, she would have returned the items immediately.

Suppressing her displeasure, Yu Zhao feigned a blank and confused look, "Master, to be honest, I really don't know what I have that makes my inner demons fear me."

Perhaps the inner demon you mentioned isn't afraid of Zhao. How about this, senior, why don't you summon your inner demon and we'll see what's going on?"

Inner demons? She's never seen one before, and she's a little curious.

"That's not a good idea. If I call her out, I might not be able to control her, and the entire Prajna City will be destroyed."

Although Master Liaoxin wanted to resolve his inner demons, he dared not take the risk. After a moment of thought, he continued, "How about this, we'll talk about it later. Perhaps you'll be able to help me when you reach the Golden Core stage."

He didn't expect Yu Zhao to help him now. The reason he came was twofold: first, he wanted to find out more about Yu Zhao, and second, he felt comfortable spending time with her.

Master Liaoxin then took the initiative to chat with Yu Zhao, and he didn't leave until the sun was setting.

After he left, Yu Zhao slumped into a chair. Being around such a powerful figure was incredibly stressful, not to mention that this powerful figure seemed to be somewhat mentally unstable.

Previously unnoticed, Yu Zhao realized during their casual conversation that Master Liaoxin was quite contradictory, sometimes as kind as a grandfather, and at other times revealing a sharp edge.

In Yu Zhao's view, this contradiction was a precursor to schizophrenia.

"Junior sister, we need to leave as soon as we finish exploring the ruins. This place is too scary."

After covering the place with the Emperor's Banner, Yu Zhao poured out his grievances to Shen Yunshu, saying that both Prajna City and the Western Regions were too evil.

Every single one of these monks is abnormal; they're even crazier than demonic cultivators.

She'd better run away quickly. She's determined to become the junior uncle of the Dragon Tiger Holy Land. Even if that so-called Celestial Master Lingxiao shows up, she can kneel down and acknowledge him as her mother.

It's impossible for a sacred place of righteousness to be so wicked.

Definitely not. How could a place that can produce a virtuous person like Zhang Yanqiu be an evil place?

Besides, this time I chose the location, not that green tea bitch, so there definitely won't be any more trouble.

Thinking of this, Yu Zhao's passion was rekindled. While using the Emperor's Banner to cover the space, he began to take things out of his storage bag.

She planned to forge several magical artifacts for the journey to the ruins, prioritizing survival before considering anything else.

Yu Zhao doesn't know proper weapon-refining methods, but she does know unorthodox ones, and coincidentally, the materials she uses for refining weapons are also unorthodox.

She plans to deal with the remains that were brought out from the last site.

She knew exactly how her fellow disciples at Qingfeng Temple crafted their magical artifacts, but time was running out, so she couldn't craft many of them.

Yu Zhao decided to choose the easiest magic weapon to refine first. He decided to refine the Soul-Sinking Drum. The process was simple and anyone could do it.

Fortunately, this magic weapon is quite useful. The only difficulty is how to imbue the Soul-Slaying Drum with lightning magic. Her previous Soul-Slaying Drum was a senior sister's keepsake, and its most amazing feature was that it contained lightning magic.

The fact that a demonic artifact contains lightning magic is absurd in itself, yet that senior sister still managed to refine it successfully.

Although Yu Zhao knew how to refine it, she had never actually tried it before, and she was a little nervous.

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