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Chapter 104 Mysterious Monk, Remains of the Great Accomplished Holy Body

"where?"

The green-haired tortoise frowned as it looked over.

"It's right here... um..."

Li Wudao turned and pointed ahead, momentarily stunned, as the figure vanished!

"There's no ghost here. Look how scared you are, you're such a coward."

The green-haired turtle shook its head and sneered.

The direction the boy pointed to was shrouded in mist and shadows; apart from the eerie atmosphere, nothing could be seen.

Li Wudao stood there, stunned, his face sullen.

Did he just hallucinate?

"Amitabha Buddha, are you two benefactors looking for this humble monk?"

Suddenly, a voice carrying seven parts laziness and three parts greasiness rang out from behind.

"Fuck!"

Li Wudao and the green-haired turtle were startled and turned around with a chill down their spines, their faces pale.

Not far away, a fat monk with a large head and big ears stood quietly in the thin mist, staring straight at them.

"Are you... a human or a ghost?"

The green-haired turtle's eyes widened, and it became somewhat unsettled.

It couldn't even see through this person's aura; it was as unfathomable as an abyss.

"This humble monk is naturally a human being."

The fat monk squinted and smiled faintly.

He was unremarkable in appearance, wearing a tattered cassock, his round belly exposed, his eyes half-closed, and a faint smile on his lips, somewhat resembling a walking Maitreya Buddha.

at the same time,

Li Wudao secretly activated his Haotian Eye and scanned the fat monk with some vigilance.

The person who can freely venture deep into the heart of the Sword Ruins is definitely not someone to be trifled with; he is most likely a top-tier expert.

"System, what's going on? Why can't I find any information about this person?"

He frowned slightly, and when he focused his spiritual sense on the other person, it was as if a mud ox had entered the sea, without any reaction whatsoever.

This is the first time such a situation has occurred.

[Special Notice: The other party's spiritual strength is several times that of the host, the difference is too great, therefore, we do not have the authority to investigate.]

Upon hearing the system's reply, Li Wudao was stunned.

No, the Haotian Eye has limitations on mental power, doesn't it?

"Looks like I'll have to find a way to improve my mental strength in the future..."

In his frustration, Li Wudao felt a sudden chill.

Xia Gucheng, a Martial Emperor, could detect everything, yet he couldn't see through this squinty-eyed fat monk.

Although cultivation level and spiritual level are not necessarily related, they are generally positively correlated and the difference is not significant.

To some extent, this also means that the fat monk's strength is extraordinary, and he is likely no weaker than Xia Gucheng, and may even have reached the Saint Realm!

After all, only a powerhouse of this level could freely enter and exit the heart of the Sword Ruins without the blessing of a special bloodline.

"My name is Li Wudao. May I ask how this master is addressed?"

Just then, he noticed the fat monk's subtle gaze sweeping over him, and he immediately became a little nervous.

Now, he was unsure whether the other party was hostile; if they were not friends, the consequences could be dire.

“Amitabha Buddha, my Buddhist name is ‘Lianchen’…”

The fat monk, twirling his prayer beads, chuckled and said:

“Benefactor Li, there is no need to be nervous. This humble monk has no ill intentions. I simply happened to be passing by this place and unexpectedly sensed the aura of a Buddhist treasure that had been lost for many years, so I came to investigate.”

After saying this, he chanted Buddhist mantras, put his hands together in prayer, and tried his best to appear as a wise and enlightened person.

However, his appearance was rather lacking. Whether it was the tattered robe or the greasy smell, it was hard to associate him with a highly accomplished monk.

In particular, he wore a string of shiny sandalwood prayer beads around his neck, and upon closer inspection, each bead was engraved with the four characters "wine, lust, wealth, and anger," exuding a strong worldly air.

"The master may have had a distorted perception; I did not see anything Buddhist."

Li Wudao secretly breathed a sigh of relief; it was all for the best that there was no hostility.

Immediately, he calmed himself down and carefully examined the fat monk, his eyes looking slightly strange.

It was fortunate that we met deep within the restricted area; if we had been outside, someone unaware of the situation would have thought we were beggars on the street trying to scam food and drink.

"A Buddhist treasure... Can my luck really be that bad?!"

The speaker meant well, and the listener was also interested; the green-haired turtle felt a toothache.

The white relics it unearthed not long ago are surely treasures of Buddhism.

"You can't see me, you can't see me..."

The green-haired turtle felt a chill run down its spine and slowly moved its feet, trying to hide behind Li Wudao.

"This turtle benefactor seems to be imbued with the aura of a precious treasure of our Buddhism."

The fat monk stepped forward, a strange glint in his eyes.

"I didn't take anything from your Buddhist sect, so don't talk nonsense."

The green-haired turtle awkwardly raised its head and replied with a forced smile.

"You really didn't take it?"

The fat monk looked at it with a smile.

"No means no."

The green-haired turtle felt uneasy under their gaze and avoided their eyes.

"Since the tortoise benefactor did not take it, then this humble monk will not say any more and will take his leave."

The fat monk squinted and gave the green-haired turtle a deep look.

Before leaving, he glanced at Li Wudao and said with a faint smile, "You two benefactors are destined to meet again; I'm sure we'll meet again soon..."

Having said that, he turned and disappeared into the thin mist, as if he had never appeared at all.

"What a weirdo."

Li Wudao shook his head, feeling somewhat bewildered.

"Let's go, don't linger here!"

The green-haired turtle urged them on, changing direction and heading in a different direction, unwilling to encounter the fat monk again.

"You didn't take any Buddhist treasures, what are you panicking about?"

"I'm not panicking. I'm just... worried that there might be danger here. It would be best to leave as soon as possible."

Seeing this, Li Wudao glanced at it suspiciously; the turtle's reaction was somewhat abnormal.

Could it be that this guy actually got his hands on a Buddhist treasure?

Before long, the man and the tortoise embarked on their journey again.

After half a day of travel, they still hadn't left this blood-red plain. Everywhere there were withered bones, the crimson earth stretched endlessly, and the sky was dark and gloomy, making it hard to breathe.

"What's going on? My heart is suddenly beating much faster..."

At this moment, Li Wudao felt a strange palpitation, and his soul was stirred.

It was as if something was calling to him, or perhaps it was a resonance.

When he expressed this strange feeling...

After a moment's thought, the green-haired turtle said there were two possibilities: either it was the influence of evil forces, or it was a rare opportunity.

After thinking it over, Li Wudao decided to investigate further.

This strange feeling is somewhat familiar and somewhat comforting. If I were to give up now, I would truly regret it.

Immediately, he closed his eyes to sense it, and followed the demonic call.

After walking for more than ten miles, the atmosphere ahead became noticeably more chaotic, with turbulent air currents everywhere, cutting through the skin like sharp blades.

What came into view was a large, collapsed pit, hundreds of meters deep, with obvious signs of battle. Within a radius of a thousand feet, the rocks were shattered into dust, and the surface was covered with dark red crystallized blood. A fierce gale raged through the air.

"It should be right below this big pit."

Li Wudao stopped, his brows furrowing slightly.

At this moment, he felt that demonic summons had reached its peak, and the holy blood in his body was boiling, reacting very strongly.

After observing for a while, it seemed that there was no danger here.

Without hesitation, Li Wudao leaped into the depths of the pit.

The green-haired turtle followed closely behind, and as soon as its front paws touched the ground, it cried out, "Ouch, that hurts like hell!"

The smell of burning wafted over, and blue smoke rose from the surface of the tortoise shell, causing it to cry out in pain.

Li Wudao's expression also turned somewhat unpleasant.

A burning pain shot through his feet; the crystallized blood on the ground was actually devouring his blood energy and true essence—it was truly bizarre.

Don't stay here for long!

He endured the pain and began searching at the bottom of the pit.

Fifteen minutes later, Li Wudao dug out a piece of bone stained with blood and mud deep in the rock wall.

Looking at the bones, the boy began to question the meaning of life.

After all that, it turns out this thing was summoning him?

Li Wudao sighed, brushed away the bloodstains and dirt, and a golden gleam immediately shone out.

This is a special piece of hand bone, as if carved from gold and stone, crystal clear, shimmering with a faint golden light, exuding a fiery aura, and its surface is engraved with a layer of strange, gilded patterns, giving it an indescribable sense of sacredness.

"This looks like the remains of the Holy Body..."

The green-haired turtle stared wide-eyed, remained silent for a moment, then said in a horrified tone:

"Wait, golden bone patterns, manifestation of primordial laws, this is... the perfected Pure Yang Sacred Body!"