The Prodigies War-Chapter 1495 A Stormy Journey

In the darkness, a speck of Buddha light shone.

Then, a thin monk with long white eyebrows draping down both sides of his face stepped out of the darkness.

With one step, he was standing ten feet before Lin Xun.

“Earth Treasury Temple’s Fa Lin, nice to meet you, little friend.” The old monk folded his hands together with neither a sad nor happy expression on his gaunt face.

Lin Xun’s black hair and clothes billowed around him though no wind stirred the air. His body of qi instantly soared to an unprecedented level.

Only his face was without a ripple of expression. “Old monk, what do you want?”

“Little friend, since you are heading to the Nine Domains Battlefield, why don’t you leave the Great Treasury Silent Scripture and the Bodhi wood behind in case they get lost on the battlefield,” said Old Monk Fa Lin calmly.

“Lost? Are you saying that it’s impossible for me to come back alive from the Nine Domains Battlefield?” Lin Xun’s eyes shone coldly.

The Earth Treasury Temple!

How would he forget this orthodoxy?

In the past, powerful cultivators of this orthodoxy such as Ancient Buddha Son, the eighteen sons of the Earth Treasury Temple. and Saint Fa Zheng had tried to hunt him down.

The reason for that was very simple: the Earth Treasury Temple regarded Lin Xun as a heretic and wanted to eradicate him from the world!

“There’s no guarantee whether you will be alive or not.” Fa Lin maintained a calm and solemn expression.

But as he was speaking, the world around them seemed to be changing, turning into a secret restricted area that was isolated from the outside world.

There, it was like a vast ocean of Buddha light with sanskrit sounds echoing endlessly.

Fa Lin stood tall in the same spot, radiating an immeasurable majesty and aura, just like a Buddha had descended upon the world.

“Little friend, the butcher who lays down his knife at once becomes a Buddha.”

He chanted the names of Buddha, his voice reaching the depths of the mind like a resounding bell.

Anyone else would have been shaken, disturbed and panicked.

But Lin Xun did not.

“Saint Monk Duji once said, ‘If I were a buddha, there would be no demons in the world. If I were a demon, I would save all buddha from becoming demons.’ Today, I want to see if I can save you.”

Lin Xun’s expression became calmer and calmer.

Fa Lin was a character at the Saint Stage. The aura around him was more terrifying than that of ordinary saints, which suggested that he was likely a terrifying existence of the level of Big Saint.

But Lin Xun was unafraid.

Just as the black-clad old man from the Omega Sword Sect speculated, Lin Xun must have something to rely on since he dared to travel alone.

Fa Lin raised his eyes, studying Lin Xun. “Little friend, if you have obsessions in your heart, it means you have already become a demon. It is impossible to turn back around. Please think carefully.”

He looked solemn and imposing.

But that only irritated and disgusted Lin Xun more. Those baldies from the Earth Treasury Temple act so righteous and high and mighty even though they are trying to rob me. They are beyond shameless.

He frowned, “Since it’s impossible to turn back, then there is no need to look back. Come on, you want to rob me, then do it!”

Fa Lin let out a soft sigh and raised one hand into the air.

That simple and ordinary motion made Lin Xun paralyzed for a moment. Sensing fatal danger, he unhesitatingly was prepared to crush the token he had kept concealed in the palm of his hand.

But at that moment...

Thousands of miles away, a noise sounded high in the sky.

Swoosh!

A ray of sword light flashed like a comet with a beautiful azure tail, tearing through the thousands of miles of sky.

The vast sword qi cut through the sky and severed the mountains and valleys.

Then, it broke through the restricted world!

The sword qi left behind a trail of sword light that tore an incredibly long crack into the sky, which did not fade for a long while.

Fa Lin scrunched his white eyebrows. He was the one who created the isolated world, and it represented the power of the Saint path, but it split open so easily.

Immediately, he narrowed his eyes, realizing that the sword was imbued with terrifying will and determination. If he had not activated his own qi to defend against the force, the area where he stood would have also been wiped out.

He spoke out in a deep voice, “Which fellow daoist is interfering in the matters of the Earth Treasury Temple? Do you not know the consequences of trespassing in the restricted area?”

“Old baldy, you have such strong murderous intent for a monk.” A loud laughter sounded from very far away.

But the next second, an old man dressed in daoist robes appeared, sitting astride a young donkey.

The donkey looked rather thin and lazy. From time to time, it yawned and cast sidelong glances at Fa Lin. It curled its lips and showed its snow-white teeth like an action of mockery.

The old man riding on the donkey sported a scruffy beard and unkempt hair, which was matched with dirty clothes. His drunken look made him look even more sloppy.

In his hand was a yellow-skinned gourd, and as soon as he came, the sword qi flew happily into the gourd like a fish swimming into the ocean.

“Drunken Swordsman?” Fa Lin’s expression turned serious.

A long time ago, a magnificent sword saint wandered the world on a donkey, armed with nothing but a sword and a gourd. He broke into thirteen Hidden Holy Lands, defeated all the mighty swordsmen and earned an invincible status.

That man was obsessed with swords, drinking and battling. He was mad and unruly, and no one knew about his origin. They only knew that his swordsmanship was as vast as the sky and the sharpness of his sword was unstoppable.

As an old antique who had been in the world for countless number of years, Fa Lin, of course, had heard about Drunken Swordsman.

The old man in daoist robes let out a burp and swayed on the donkey, his eyes glassy and droopy. “Old baldy, do you know me? That’s good then, I won’t need to waste my breath. Quickly disappear from my sight. My sword doesn’t have eyes.”

Although he was threatening the monk, his tone of voice was lazy and lacking energy, and not intimidating at all.

However, Fa Lin’s expression became more solemn like he was facing a formidable enemy. He folded his hands together and said aloud, “I have heard that Drunken Swordsman’s mastery in the art of swords is unrivaled. Allow me to learn from you.”

The old daoist acknowledged him, then turned to look at Lin Xun and smiled. “Little guy, just keep going. Ignore all the monsters and demons you encounter along the way.”

After a thought, he added, “In this world, there are people who can’t tolerate you and want you dead, but there are also people who won’t let you die. You have to believe that good people still exist, for example...me, hahahaha.” He burst out laughing. “Good person...a good person. Just this title alone...I deserve a good drink.”

The old daoist put the yellow gourd to his mouth and chugged.

“Thank you Elder.” Lin Xun put away the token in his hand and gave a cupped fist salute.

“Go, go, march forward fearlessly!” The old daoist waved his sleeve.

Lin Xun darted a glance at Fa Lin, who looked serious and was just staring at the old daoist. He completely ignored him as if he was about to face a formidable enemy.

He understood right away—Fa Lin had encountered a tough situation.

“Elder, is Drunken Swordsman your real name?” Lin Xun couldn’t help asking before leaving.

“No, it’s just a nickname. What about it? Isn’t it very impressive?” The old daoist smiled smugly.

“Most contemptible? Foul mouth?[1] The nickname is indeed impressive...” muttering, Lin Xun turned around.

The drunken old daoist was taken at first, and then his face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he thundered, “No wonder those old guys always call me by my nickname! They are just treating me like a joke!”

Immediately, he turned to glare at Fa Lin and asked through gritted teeth, “When you called me by my nickname, were you making fun of me?”

Before Fa Lin could answer, the old daoist stood up from the donkey. “Baldy, I’m going to beat you to death!”

Boom!

Monstrous sword qi erupted from him, ripping through the night and illuminating even the mountains and rivers miles away.

In the distance, Lin Xun turned his head back and broke out in cold sweat. He thought to himself, Although Drunken Swordsman has an unpleasant nickname, his sword qi is undeniably terrifying.

He moved forward while pondering over the words that Drunken Swordsman said to him earlier.

March forward fearlessly and ignore all the monsters and demons along the way?

Lin Xun guessed something and couldn’t stop the emotions from welling up inside of him.

Without further ado, he continued onwards.

One day later.

In a city, Lin Xun was taking a rest in a teahouse. Sitting at the table next to him was a handsome young man in ancient attire and donning a tall hat.

“I have been following you for a while, and I have also witnessed the battle between Drunken Swordsman and Saint Fa Lin of Earth Treasury Temple. Along the way, someone tried to block my path but fortunately, they couldn't stop me.” The man’s wide sleeves flourished elegantly as he spoke.

He looked at Lin Xun with a smile. “It seems like no one can help you now. Why don’t you come with me?”

“Who are you?” asked Lin Xun.

“Come with me and you will know.”

As he spoke, the man stretched out his right hand to grab Lin Xun’s arm.

But halfway, a slender, fair hand clutched onto his arm and he could not budge an inch.

“He is called Xiao Yao, and he comes from the Heaven Axis Holy Land. He is an old bastard who has lived for who knows how many years, but he still dresses like a youngster. This shows how shameless he is.” As an ice-cold but pleasant voice sounded. The two of them then noticed that a beautiful and graceful white-haired woman had appeared without them realizing.

The man called Xiao Yao was taken aback at first and then his lips twitched in a wry smile. “I thought that no one was here. I never expected to see the grandma of Skyless Sect dispatched. Fine, I admit defeat and I will leave now.”

The white-haired beautiful woman snorted coldly, “Do you want to leave now? Too late. If I don’t give you a beating, wouldn’t I waste my time chasing you all the way here?”

As she said that, she grabbed Xiao Yao by the lapel, and with a flash, the two disappeared from the spot.

Lin Xun blinked blankly for a long while before he drew a deep breath and muttered to himself, “Drunken Swordsman is right. There are indeed many good people in this world...”

“Big Brother, were those two people doing magic tricks just now? They disappeared in an instant. It’s so amazing.” A little girl in the teahouse scurried over to Lin Xun with a look of amazement.

Lin Xun smiled and said, “Isn’t it amazing? Then I’ll also do a trick for you too!”

Swoosh!

He also vanished with a flash.

Unexpectedly, the little girl froze for a moment and then burst into tears. “It’s not a magic trick. Mother, is it because I often lie to you so I bumped into ghosts today? I bumped into three ghosts at the same time. I’m scared...”

Meanwhile, Lin Xun had left the little city.

Next, he trudged through the mountains and rivers and was nearing the Star Chess Sea area.

The journey was quiet and peaceful.

But he knew that, as he journeyed forward, many unusual things were bound to happen in the darkness that he could not detect.

Some people wanted to deal with him.

Some people wanted to protect him.

Why?

He had a rough idea.

1. Drunken swordsman sounds like the most contemptible and foul mouth ☜

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