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Chapter 702 Little Jade Buddha
Chapter 702 Little Jade Buddha
A dark, shriveled bat carcass, resembling a dried-out bat. A piece of black, dried jade, stained with blood, with a watery sheen, weak yet carrying a hint of malevolence.
There was even a strange flower with a huge open mouth containing sharp teeth; if you got too close, it would bite you.
"Never mind, I don't want any of them. You can take them back and study them at your leisure."
Looking at these strange and evil things, even Han Yi, who was incredibly bold, couldn't help but feel a little flustered and waved his hands repeatedly in refusal.
"That's a pity, these are all good things..." He seemed somewhat regretful, then turned his gaze to another person, "Master, would you like some?"
“You can handle it yourself, benefactor.” Abbot Huiwu took a step back, revealing an awkward smile. “This is a sacred Buddhist place. If the abbot sees these things, he might just expel the monks on the spot.”
"Alright, what about the remaining two...?" He carefully put away the poison and asked.
There are still two prisoners on the field, Wang Yuanshan and Zhang Qiong. Both of them are on the verge of death and are in a coma. Only the slight rise and fall of their chests can tell that they are still alive.
"How about we wait until you get back and ask your elders for their opinion?" Han Yi suggested.
The elders, Hu Liuyun, Hu Guangxiang, and the God of Slaughter Shuli and other officials and their men had already taken Zhen You away to Huayang City.
Firstly, each of them holds an official position and is responsible for guarding a region. Their duties are numerous and complicated, and it is already difficult for them to make a quick trip.
If it takes too long, there will be big trouble.
Secondly, it's because of Han Yi's identity.
The Myriad Beasts Sect has not yet received official recognition. If they make contact rashly and are seen by others, it could easily leave them with ammunition and become a target of gossip.
"No need, they already gave the instructions. They're just two insignificant nobodys; we'll handle them." ** He waved his hand.
"I see..." Han Yi said thoughtfully. "Master, what do you think?"
"This humble monk is merely offering a helping hand, providing only a small assistance. The benefactor can decide for themselves," Huiwu said with a smile.
The Hu family had invested heavily in him when he was young and maintained a good relationship with him for many years; they were considered part of the Hu family.
This trip was also at the request of the old man of the Hu family, and I stepped in to help.
He only takes responsibility for physically assaulting people; he doesn't interfere with any decisions.
However, Huiwu hesitated for a moment, then put his hands together and advised, "Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life. When can we forgive others? When will the cycle of revenge end? If you are willing, you can let the two go. This humble monk can try to persuade them to reconcile."
His words were mainly intended to persuade Han Yi. After all, the name of Han Yi, the sect leader of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, and his ruthless and ruthless nature of eliminating all threats, were well known even to him, a senior monk who had lived in an ancient temple for a long time.
The implication was that they wanted Han Yi to let the two go in exchange for a possible reconciliation.
The reason why Huiwu's attitude towards Zhang Qiong and Wang Yuanshan was completely different from that of the four members of Mingyumen was that...
The only difference is their different identities.
Zhang Qiong came from Wanhua Palace, and Wang Yuanshan came from Sanshan Sect; both were from two prestigious and orthodox sects.
As for the Mingyu Sect, to be honest, its reputation is not very good, and it is classified as a kind of unorthodox sect.
Thinking about it, it's understandable. The sect leader, Zhen You, rarely gets involved in affairs, and most of the sect's internal matters are handled by the twelve tower masters.
The things they did were mostly assassinations, murders, and intelligence gathering; it would be a miracle if they had a good reputation.
Therefore, as a monk from Shouyi Temple, one of the five major sects, Huiwu naturally wanted to save the lives of the two.
"Master is truly compassionate." Han Yi wasn't annoyed and asked, "May I ask, Master, is it possible to bring the Poison Fairy Chen Yan back to life?"
"No."
Huiwu glanced at the corpse lying on the ground, dead beyond any doubt, and shook his head helplessly.
Perhaps only the Buddha himself could resurrect this woman.
"Can the master guarantee that the Three Mountains Sect will take the initiative to seek peace because of my good deed today and will no longer target my Ten Thousand Beasts Sect?"
"No."
"Can the master guarantee that Zhang Qiong's grudges will be resolved in the future, and that she will live peacefully and not seek any further revenge against me?"
"cannot…..."
“Since that’s the case…” Han Yi smiled and stepped forward, “Instead of letting them suffer a fate worse than death, it’s better to give them a release as soon as possible.”
Pfft...
With both palms striking out simultaneously, Zhang Qiong and Wang Yuanshan's heads exploded, their brains splattered, and they lost their life force.
"..."
“Amitabha… how cruel you are, benefactor…” Huiwu chanted a Buddhist prayer, lamenting the state of the world.
He witnessed the scene before him and realized that the rumors of the past were not just rumors.
Zhang Qiong, Wang Yuanshan... in terms of skill, they were masters of the same era as him...
Now they both perished, killed by a junior...
The winds of change are blowing and times are shifting.
Deep in Hui Wu's heart, a feeling of shared sorrow arose.
I have gained a deeper understanding of Han Yi's ruthless character.
“Benefactor, your demonic roots are deep-rooted. All things are impermanent, subject to birth and death. You should take care of yourself…” Huiwu shook his head and strode away.
"Master, please wait a moment." Han Yi called out to him.
"What is it?" Huiwu turned his head, frowning slightly, clearly displeased.
"Does the master recognize this item?" Han Yi asked with a smile, seemingly unconcerned, as he pulled something out of his pocket.
The white jade statue of Maitreya Buddha is draped in a kasaya, with its chest and breasts exposed, and a kind smile. It sits on the ground, carrying a cloth bag in its hand.
Under the sunlight, the Buddha statue emitted a faint, crystalline white light, pure and holy.
It's clearly not an ordinary object at first glance.
“This thing…” The monk Huiwu’s expression changed, and he quickly rushed back.
He casually took it, feeling its smooth, warm texture and a slight coolness seeping into his body, instantly invigorating him.
"This is a lost treasure of my Shouyi Temple, how did it end up in your hands?" He spoke rapidly, seemingly unable to believe it.
"Speaking of which, it was all by chance... a flower thief..." Han Yi smiled and briefly explained the whole story.
He acquired this small jade Buddha when he was in Pingzhou.
At that time, many young women from wealthy families in the city were broken into by this thief, who secretly stole their virginity.
The matter caused a great uproar throughout the city, and the reward was extremely generous, so Han Yi accepted the offer.
As a result, when they later searched the corpse, they found this thing and kept it with them.
Small jade Buddhas have the effect of calming the mind and eliminating distracting thoughts.
Over the years, it has played a significant role in his several life-or-death battles.
All these events led Han Yi to conclude that the origin of this item was anything but simple.
Later, as his status rose, he came into contact with people of extraordinary vision and background.
Especially after he became the sect leader, he had Elder Fu, these two brilliant and promising talents.
They even asserted that the origin of the small jade Buddha was inextricably linked to Shouyi Temple.
“That’s right… it matches up… Several years ago, a secret treasure was indeed stolen from the temple. At that time, the person who stole this item fled to Pingzhou.”
We monks originally intended to send men to pursue them, but then Pingzhou fell and the demon army ran rampant, so the matter was left unresolved and shelved…”
Huiwu sighed.
“Since it originally belonged to your temple, it should be returned to its rightful owner.” Han Yi smiled faintly. “Master, please accept this item as a token of our goodwill in this assistance.” “This…” Hui Wu’s face turned slightly red with embarrassment, unsure of what to say.
I just gave the other person a good scolding, but not only were they not angry, they also voluntarily returned the valuable items that were lost in the temple.
Holding the small jade Buddha in my hand, I felt it didn't feel right to keep it, but returning it wouldn't be appropriate either.
“Your virtue is rare in this world. I have offended you just now. Please forgive me.” He sighed and softened his tone, his attitude changing dramatically. “I will definitely report this kindness to the abbot and inform all the monks. I hope you will not hesitate to visit again in the future. The entire temple will welcome you with open arms.”
After thinking for a moment, he finally accepted the small jade Buddha, which meant he owed a great favor.
"You're too kind, Master." Han Yi smiled. "Returning the item to its rightful owner is no trouble at all. I just want you to know that even Vajra has its wrath, and Buddha can subdue demons. If petty villains aren't suppressed with thunderous force, their poison will be endless." His words were clearly pointed.
The term "petty scoundrels" refers to Zhang Qiong and Wang Yuanshan, whose bodies lay stiff on the ground.
As the head of a sect, Han Yi now needs to consider more than just himself.
And there's a whole group of followers behind him.
Currently, the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect has several open enemies: the government army, the Three Mountains Sect, and the Ten Thousand Flowers Palace where Zhang Qiong resides.
If things escalate further with Shouyi Temple, which is behind Huiwu, and they become hostile towards each other…
Of the five top powers in Yunzhou, the Myriad Beasts Sect offended four at once.
Too many enemies.
Especially Shouyi Temple, as the leading force of the righteous path in Yunzhou, if it really raises its arms and shouts the slogan of eliminating demons and defending the righteous path.
It's unknown how many martial arts figures will come looking for trouble with the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, seeking to establish their reputation and vanquish demons.
Han Yi was naturally not afraid, but so many disciples…
It's impossible to resist the entire martial arts world of Yunzhou.
Therefore, he handed over a Buddhist treasure that was no longer of much use to him in exchange for the goodwill of Shouyi Temple.
This deal was worth it!
"Sigh...the two of them..." Huiwu glanced at them and sighed, "So be it, the benefactor was only fighting back to protect himself. Their deaths...we can only blame bad luck, they deserved it."
You are soft-spoken when you take advantage of others, but you are short-handed when taking advantage of others.
After accepting the treasure offered by Han Yi, he indeed changed the subject, saying that the reason for their deaths was simply their bad luck.
"Master is wise!" Han Yi smiled and bowed in thanks.
With Shouyi Temple as witness, the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect can extricate itself from this matter. In this way, the Ten Thousand Flowers Palace and the Three Mountains Sect will have no legitimate grounds to pursue the matter.
"Not at all, not at all. Your good fortune is due to your deep affinity with Buddhism and the accumulation of blessings from your many good deeds," Huiwu replied with a smile.
When one's cultivation reaches his level, it is no longer as simple as chanting scriptures, meditating, or doing morning prayers—that rigid and simplistic approach is no longer acceptable.
The true realm is that one has just reached the point where wine and meat pass through the intestines, but Buddha remains in the heart.
They are very flexible in their understanding of interpersonal relationships and their methods of doing things.
For Huiwu, the main concern was how to maximize profits and gain more benefits for himself and his sect.
The reason for the deaths of Zhang Qiong and Wang Yuanshan can be summed up in a single sentence; they can simply change their wording.
With such a small price, or even almost no price, we can obtain the lost treasure within the temple.
He felt the deal was worthwhile.
The deal was settled, and it was considered a worthwhile transaction for both parties.
The two sides stood together and began exchanging pleasantries, compliments, and flattery.
Only ** remained, watching silently, somewhat speechless.
The two muscular burly men in front of me were both incredibly strong and had terrifying physiques.
On the left is a big bald man. The Buddhist beads hanging around his neck are each the size of an average person's head. The crescent shovel he is holding is about the size of a small millstone.
On the right is a large, muscular man, over two meters tall, with powerful, well-developed muscles that resemble raised hills. The muscles on his forearms alone are as thick as a tree trunk.
The two muscular men had their arms around each other's shoulders, chatting away, looking incredibly close.
To the uninitiated, Han Yi and Hui Wu would seem like long-lost, close friends. No one would guess that just a moment ago, they were complete strangers, even harboring some animosity towards each other.
"Hey you two, is this a casual chatterbox? Can't you finish what you're supposed to be doing first?"
Standing in front of the two of them, he interjected with a wry smile.
He pointed to the corpse on the ground; there was quite a bit of blood.
Many carnivorous beasts were attracted and lurked around. If it weren't for the powerful aura emanating from the three, they would have pounced long ago.
"What's the rush?"
At that moment, the two muscular men turned their heads simultaneously and looked at **.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Add male to male.
He wasn't small, standing at 1.89 meters tall, but compared to the two muscular men...
She was just like a delicate, frail woman, easily pushed over with a flick of her wrist.