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Chapter 109 The Day of Perfection of the Holy Body, Slaying the Inner Demon Before the Buddha!

"This humble monk has never even seen the Taiyin Lotus. When did Benefactor Turtle mention such a thing?"

Lianchen frowned slightly and shook her head in confusion.

"Stop pretending! You definitely took it this time too!"

The green-haired turtle spoke with certainty, gritting its teeth as it stared at him.

“Amitabha, monks do not lie. Since I did not take it, I will naturally not admit it.”

"Heh, so you didn't steal those Spirit Spring Jade Marrow and Five Elements Fruit either?"

"........."

Seeing the fat monk remain silent, the green-haired turtle jumped up and down in anger. Sure enough, it was this stinking bald monk who did it.

“Benefactor Gui, there must be some misunderstanding here. The Taiyin Lotus was indeed not made by this humble monk.”

Lianchen chanted Buddhist mantras while his gaze subtly fell on Li Wudao, a half-smile on his face that sent chills down the latter's spine.

"Damn, did that fat monk see something? Or did he witness that scene..."

Li Wudao touched his nose guiltily.

The atmosphere fell into a deathly silence. The fat monk and the green-haired turtle stared at each other, their eyes filled with tension.

"I've cooked some snake soup. How about we talk about it after we eat?"

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Li Wudao laughed it off, hoping to muddy the waters.

"Hmph, I'll settle the score with you, you fat monk, after I finish my meal."

The green-haired turtle grunted and went with the flow, not daring to really push the issue to the end.

On the one hand, it couldn't win, and on the other hand, it did indeed acquire a Buddhist treasure, so in the end, it didn't benefit from the conflict.

"Um... Master, would you like some too?"

Li Wudao casually extended the invitation.

He regretted it as soon as he said it. No matter what, the fat monk was a Buddhist monk. How could he eat such meat?

However, to his dismay, the other party actually agreed.

“Amitabha, I cannot refuse Benefactor Li’s kind invitation.”

The fat monk clasped his hands together, then uttered a startling statement:

"Add more chili and less salt, this humble monk cannot eat too much salt."

"......"

Under the blank stares of the man and the tortoise, the fat monk took out a wooden bowl and, quite familiarly, ladled out a bowl of snake soup.

Immediately, he began to eat with relish, praising, "Amitabha, excellent, excellent."

"Are you really a monk?"

The green-haired turtle stared at him with a suspicious look, finding it hard to accept.

He had met some bald monks in the Buddhist community before. Although they often acted foolishly, their behavior was not presumptuous.

This fat monk is quite an anomaly; he doesn't seem like someone who came from a temple.

"Master, doesn't Buddhism forbid meat? Wouldn't you be doing this...?"

Li Wudao hesitated, but his meaning was clear.

"Hehe, wine and meat pass through the intestines, but Buddha remains in the heart. The path I cultivate does not shy away from these things."

Lianchen smiled and took out another pot of wine, then tilted his head back and drank it down.

"Damn it, turns out he's just a drunkard, no wonder he's so shameless!"

The green-haired turtle grumbled inwardly, while simultaneously devouring the snake soup with a satisfied expression.

[Green-haired turtle's favorability +10, current favorability value 35]

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"Holy crap, I got a loot drop!"

Li Wudao was overjoyed; this meal was well worth the price.

He hadn't expected that, besides the green-haired turtle, the fat monk's destiny was also so powerful.

"Benefactor Turtle, are you sure you don't want to return this precious Buddhist treasure?"

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Lianchen's amused gaze fell on the green-haired turtle.

"I......"

Upon hearing this, the latter's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes darted away.

Damn it, that bald monk really was after it.

"If you took it, just hand it over. This will never end."

Li Wudao gave it a wink.

Circumstances are beyond one's control; the fat monk's strength is unpredictable, and these few instances of intercepting others can be seen as a warning.

He didn't know what the other party was up to, and if they continued to drag this out, it was hard to say whether the fat monk would actually kill him.

"Ok."

After some persuasion, the green-haired turtle finally came to its senses. After dawdling for a while, it reluctantly took out the white relic.

"Didn't you say you didn't take it? What's this?"

Li Wudao's face darkened. Last time when he questioned him, this bastard's mouth was harder than a rock.

"I didn't take it; I picked it up from the ground."

The green-haired turtle offered a weak rebuttal, but unfortunately, it was not convincing at all.

"This is a Buddhist treasure? Its aura is pure and warm; it's truly extraordinary..."

Li Wudao took the relic with a disgruntled expression, examined it for a moment, and then handed it to the fat monk.

"Indeed, it is the Buddha's relic that was lost thousands of years ago. The Buddhist community has been searching for it for many years without success. Today, we have finally fulfilled our wish. This humble monk thanks Benefactor Li."

Lianchen performed a Buddhist salute, a smile playing on his lips.

Immediately, after a moment's thought, he took out an orange-yellow Buddhist scripture and handed it to the boy.

"Consider this scripture a gift of gratitude from this humble monk. Regular study of it will greatly benefit you, benefactor."

"Thank you, Master."

Li Wudao accepted it somewhat flattered. He hadn't done anything; he was just going with the flow.

"Hey, fat monk, I found the relic, shouldn't you thank me?"

The green-haired turtle was unhappy, raising its neck high and looking displeased.

"Of course I am grateful, but the tortoise is not the person I am looking for."

"What do you mean?" Green-haired turtle frowned.

"To my shame, I do not know the exact location where this Buddha relic was lost."

Lianchen held the Buddhist prayer beads in his left hand and said in a low voice, "But someone told me that as long as I enter the heart of the Sword Ruins, I will meet a destined person within three days and personally offer the relic to him."

"Wow, is it really that mysterious?"

Li Wudao was taken aback, then realized something and pointed to himself, "Master, the person you're talking about who's destined for you, it can't be me, can it?"

Lian Chen nodded with a smile, "All of this corresponds perfectly with what that master said, it should be Benefactor Li."

"Who is this extraordinary person?"

Hearing the fat monk praise this person so highly, Li Wudao couldn't help but become curious.

"The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion... Pavilion Master."

Lian Chen's gaze sharpened slightly, and her tone became somewhat solemn.

"Have not heard."

Li Wudao shook his head, having never heard of such a person in the Eastern Wilderness.

However, the green-haired tortoise reacted strongly, jumping up excitedly, "Who is the current head of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion? Where is he? I have urgent business with him..."

“Amitabha, benefactor turtle, you have too many questions, and this humble monk cannot answer them all.”

Lian Chen shook his head slightly and said with a wry smile, "That person is profound in his understanding of destiny and is also proficient in the art of changing the world. If he doesn't want to see him, even the Great Emperor would find it difficult to do so."

At this point, he seemed to have thought of something, and his gaze fell on Li Wudao, his expression somewhat strange.

"However, before he left, he told this humble monk that he would meet with Benefactor Li again in a while. Perhaps Benefactor Gui could take this opportunity..."

"The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion wants to see me? What does he want with me?" Li Wudao was stunned, completely bewildered.

“The Buddha said it cannot be spoken. When the time comes, Benefactor Li will know. This humble monk is leaving now.”

The fat monk said mysteriously.

After saying that, he turned around lightly and walked into the distance, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"No, I haven't given you my things yet, damn it, you bald monk... you're even more greedy than me!"

The green-haired turtle's eyes were lifeless, and it howled to the sky, its heart bleeding.

He thought that by handing over the relics, he could at least get those sacred medicines in return, but he never expected that people's hearts were so treacherous.

In the end, he lost both his wife and his army, and all his efforts were in vain.

Seeing the green-haired turtle's utterly dejected expression, Li Wudao smiled wryly, a classic old anime inexplicably coming to mind: "Snowflakes are falling, the north wind is howling..."

Immediately, taking advantage of the green-haired tortoise's distress, he began to examine the Buddhist scriptures given to him by the fat monk.

This Buddhist scripture looks quite old, with obvious signs of being read. The paper appears to be made of some kind of animal hide, with a dark, dull color and a pale yellowish-brown hue.

Aside from that, there's nothing particularly special about it.

"The Prajnaparamita Sutra, that name has a certain feel to it."

Li Wudao muttered to himself as he turned to the first page.

After a quick glance, he was surprised to find that it was a top-tier "method of cultivating the divine," and even just reading it made him feel peaceful and at peace.

If one cultivates to a high level, one's divine sense will become unprecedentedly powerful.

A thought flashed through his mind: Could it be that this fat monk had cultivated this technique, which is why the Haotian Eye could not see through it?

"The fat monk was right, this Buddhist scripture is indeed of great use to me."

Li Wudao was secretly delighted.

Even without the Taiyin Lotus, with this Buddhist scripture in hand, given time, one can still unlock the limitations of the Haotian Eye.

"Huh, what's this...?"

After flipping through it once, Li Wudao suddenly saw a line of small golden characters on the last page of the Buddhist scripture.

On the day of the Holy Body's Great Completion, the Inner Demons are Slayed Before the Buddha.

Li Wudao muttered to himself, his brows slightly furrowed.

This statement is ambiguous; it seems to be addressed to him, yet it feels inexplicable and perplexing.