Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 581 - 373: Wicked Person, Devil Meow, World-Shaking Pure Yang, Demon’s Relic, Kutuo Temple, Karma, On the New Big Tree_2

"The river was so rapid that by the time my men realized it, she had been washed far away. It's a pity to lose such a cash cow, but it's just as well. It sets an example for the other girls; disobedience leads only to death," he said.

"Because of this matter, Chen suffered a scolding from the young master; quite bad luck indeed," he added.

As he spoke, Chen Xiao showed both regret and frustration while downing another large cup of fine wine.

"Bro... Brother, that girl in the red dress who jumped into the river, she won't really turn into a ghost and bring us bad luck, will she?" asked a brawny man with a hint of hesitation and fear on his face.

"Turn into a ghost? That would be just perfect! The thing Huang fears least is fierce ghosts," Huang Feiren declared, looking around at everyone with a grin. He unhooked a golden swastika Dharma Seal from his body, "Behold, gentlemen, this is a magic artifact consecrated by a high monk from the Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple."

"With the powerful force of Buddhism washing over her, it's better if she doesn't come. But if she dares, such a petty ghost will have only death to face. How could the Pure Land of Buddhism let evil spirits run rampant? Where would that leave the honor of our Huang and Chen families? What about the faces of the high monks from the Heavenly Dragon Temple?"

Everyone present, including Chen Xiao, looked enviously at the golden Dharma Seal in Huang Feiren's hand.

Just as Huang Feiren nodded in satisfaction, intending to say more, a cold voice suddenly echoed through the courtyard.

"You're not afraid of ghosts, but are you afraid of me, the Daoist?" he said.

"Seems like you think too highly of the Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple," the Daoist continued.

The shadow on the high wall writhed and under the distorted light, a tall Daoist was seen holding a girl in her teens who was biting her lip, a look of vengeance shining in her eyes, as they sat on the wall.

"Girl, were these the scoundrels who forced you to jump into the river and end your life?" he asked.

"You... who are you? We are from the Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple. We have backing and are not nobodies. Perhaps, elder, there has been some misunderstanding here," he said.

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Huang Feiren, recognizing quality when he saw it, stammered out his affiliations, realizing that Yi Chen was surely no ordinary cultivator.

Yi Chen did not speak.

The next moment, with a loud bang, a great gap suddenly broke open in the high wall.

A crimson leopard poked its head out from the opening, and in front of it, a pitch-black, strange cat entered with an elegant gait.

"You scum have no right to ask my father's name!" the cat said.

"But since you've asked so earnestly, I'll be generous and tell you," it continued.

"You may call me, Lord Miao, or you can call me Sorrow Leopard!" it declared.

"The one behind, call him Lord Leopard!"

"You're done for. My father is angry, and the consequences are severe," Miao Zi said, licking its paws that were sparking with blue light, cruelty gleaming in its eyes.

"Miao Zi, have fun with Leopard. Be sure to make these elite guests very comfortable. If they die too quickly, I'll take it out of your and Leopard's playtime," the Daoist instructed.

"Father, rest assured, your son has read some books and knows a few tricks," the cat replied.

Seeing Yi Chen nod in satisfaction and leave, Miao Zi then turned to the loyal Leopard and started giving orders:

"Leopard, go and get some honey or syrup, and then come back with some Xuan paper. Damn it, Lord Miao isn't looking to eat or to paint," it commanded.

"Forget it, Leopard. You first make a hole in their scalps, then dig a few pits deep enough for a person, and plant them inside. Lord Miao will find the tools myself," it ordered.

"We must do well the task father has entrusted to us," the cat reminded.

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Atop the hill.

The howling wind swept over.

Yi Chen draped a Daoist robe over the shoulders of the young girl with a face full of vengeance.

In his heart, he was full of anger. Behind him, three bodies lay neatly arranged.

Damn it, the girl's family had long been dead, leaving only an uncle named Liu Dechu alive. Yet, on their journey to seek relatives, they happened upon another 'family portrait.'

After some inquiries, it turned out that a 'rabid dog' named Huang Feiren had violated Liu Dechu's niece. She entered his house on the second day and her body was carried back on the third, with a handful of cremation silver given.

Unable to bear the shock, the elderly Liu couple ended their lives by throwing themselves into a well. By the time Yi Chen arrived, they had already begun to rot.

The young girl looked at the three bodies behind her with an expressionless face and no tears. Perhaps her tears had already dried up in the sea of suffering.

Now she had forgotten the instinct to cry.

Suddenly, the young girl knelt toward where Yi Chen stood, pounding her forehead on the ground in a frenzy.

"Daoist, please take me as your disciple! Bai Shishi is willing to repay your kindness even by picking up blades of grass and weaving rings," she pleaded.

Bai Shishi glared toward the distant, indiscernible direction, showing intense hatred—it was the direction of the Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple.

Her parents were among those who had abandoned their homes to worship the Buddha, and the last of her selling price, after deducting the yearly land rent, was turned into a small packet of gold dust, rumored to be used to gild a row of small lion statues at the entrance of the Heavenly Dragon Temple.

"Are you afraid of death?" Yi Chen asked.

"Shishi is not afraid of death, but... but Shishi cannot let go of her vengeance. Master, you are a true cultivator, would you... would you..." she hesitated.

"Silly child, the lineage where your master belongs is called Hidden Dragon Temple. We uphold the principle of 'the Way follows nature.' Do you know what 'the Way follows nature' means?" he asked.

"Disciple does not know," Bai Shishi replied, seizing the opportunity to show her eagerness.

Having cultivated for many years, Yi Chen, with his extraordinary wisdom, naturally had an understanding of 'the Way follows nature' that differed from Bai Yunzi's, which was often the cause of their tender disputes.

But now, no one was left to quarrel with him, no one to glare at him with their eyes wide and whiskers blown. Suddenly feeling a sense of loss, he seriously explained: