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Chapter 252: Misplaced My Goodwill

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

Why was Demonic Priest, an old creature that existed many years ago, mentioned? Buddha Head was a little unprepared. It was like Sun Wukong in the dragon pearl defeating Frieza. Many years later, Frieza came back to life and became stronger. He was an irritating presence.

“What a powerful feeling of resentment! How did Demonic Priest’s spirit suddenly go berserk?” Buddha Head could not comprehend the situation.

If the spirit of Demonic Priest had been so tyrannical, then Li Xianyu wouldn’t be able to live until now. Something must have happened to him not long ago. However, these were not important. The urgent task was to convince Demonic Priest’s descendant. The physical persuasion of the Unparalleled War Spirit didn’t work. It could only be settled spiritually.

Bam! Bam! The two tentacles smacked against Buddha Head without any notice. The force was enough to crack steel, but could not rattle his old body.

“Benefactor Li...” Buddha Head looked at Slime and said mercifully, “This thing is rebellious and unruly. It will become a great disaster in the future.”

“I can’t help it. I have no choice but to suppress it.” Great-Grandma sighed.

Hearing this, Slime was obviously proud of himself. It danced wildly with its tentacles and slapped Buddha Head a few times again.

“Demonic Priest couldn’t get rid of it at that time. That’s because the devil entered the bone marrow and had already become one with him. However, it’s imprisoned in the left hand, and the operating space is much wider.” Buddha Head smiled. “There is a secret sealing method in Lianghua temple. It uses the way of Buddhism as the cage and incense and fire as the flame. It’s especially suitable for sealing this kind of creature. With 49 years of repression, no matter how stubborn the demons are, they will be destroyed.”

“It’s worth trying.” Great-Grandma’s eyes brightened. “This thing is stubborn, but it is a creature after all. With the repression of Buddhism and incense for forty-nine years, it would be ground to death.”

The dancing tentacles froze, quietly shrank back and fell on the ground obediently and honestly.

“Amitabha!” Buddha Head prayed, and a swastika-shaped amulet lit up in the center of his eyebrow. It rotated clockwise, making a circle of golden ripples. It turned faster, and when it reached a certain speed, the amulet left Buddha Head’s eyebrow and imprinted itself onto Li Xianyu’s eyebrow area, disappearing swiftly.

Great-Grandma breathed a sigh of relief. With Buddha Head, the situation would be stabilised.

Her fighting power was unparalleled in the world, but spiritual power was not her forte. In terms of spiritual power, from ancient times to the present, Buddhism and Taoism were the big guns in this field.

Buddhist meditation and Taoist meditation were both the supreme methods to condense the spiritual force. A Buddhist monk would meditate for ten years, while the Taoist was even more exaggerated. It was not surprising to live in seclusion his entire life. This spiritual cultivation was terrifying.

As long as one was a master within Buddhism or Taoism, one would have invincible spiritual power.

Now, the only thing to worry about was whether Li Xianyu could hold on. His knowledge was comparable to an unmarried young woman. Now, there were fallen angels, Demonic Priest’s spirit, Slime, and Buddha Head in it... All of a sudden, he was the full package, and each force was like an African chieftain.

Great-Grandma was afraid that this “unmarried young woman” could not take it.

However, if he could hold on, the benefits were also obvious. Li Xianyu’s spiritual cultivation would be twice as effective with half the effort. Others needed to expand their knowledge, so that they could accommodate a longer and larger size. Li Xianyu didn’t need this. He could directly accommodate the size of the African chieftain with one less step of development; accumulation of mental strength would suffice.

In a short period of time, his spiritual power would advance rapidly.

The advantage of being a trouble magnet is that it always comes with opportunities. This was not available to previous generations, so the rate of improvement of previous generations was far slower compared to him. The disadvantage is that I’m not sure when he’s going to die. Do you want him to leave a child for the Li family in advance? Great-Grandma was deeply entangled in her thoughts.

...

Buddha Head’s figure formed in a colorful sea of knowledge. Knowledge was the saying of Buddhism, while it was referred to as the “purple residence” in Taoism. Within the knowledge lay the person’s primordial spirit.

The knowledge of a normal person was colourful, representing all kinds of thoughts. Ordinary people couldn’t come into contact with their knowledge freely. Occasionally, they entered into the dream, which brought up all the emotions and desires. Then, they would have different dreams.

Buddha Head scanned the environment and was slightly shocked. In the colorful world, blue and green were in abundance. The former represented calmness and rationality, while the latter represented depression and fear. In the second was dark red, which meant bloodshed and killing.

There was not much contact with Li Xianyu. In the understanding of Buddha Head, he was intelligent but also very libertine. He was a standard libertine. However, in his sea of knowledge, the purplish-red color which represented lust had no place.

Rationality and calmness were his advantages. Depression and fear should have arised from his own situation. Bloodshed and killing represented his hatred of the outside world. The pompous and unruly libertine form he showed was just him in disguise. To see the deepest mental state of a person was equivalent to knowing him deeply. Buddha Head knew it in his mind, but there was no fluctuation in his heart. He didn’t care how difficult Li Xianyu’s predicament was. Buddhism not only talked about compassion, but also about karma and fate. This was the fate that Li Xianyu had to go through.

The colorful world boomed, and black and red expanded rapidly, occupying half of the sky. Two emotions coalesced into a vague outline of a man’s face.

On the other side, all the colors were twisted into a single strand, which turned into a female angel image with wings unfolding and protruding.

Thereafter, two legs appeared on the small waist of the female angel, tightly entwined, and a brain protruded from her back.

Behind the fallen angel was a vague human figure. The human figure shrunk timidly on the fallen angel’s back and occasionally waved his arms to cheer her on.

This scene was both abstract and had imagery, giving the impression that the mother carried her son on her back to the battlefield. The son was scared to death, but still cheered for his mother stubbornly!

“Amitabha.” Buddha Head chanted the Buddhist sutras. Just like the ringing of a big bell, the ground shook.

A golden Buddhist light rose from his body, and this faint light expanded very fast. Soon, the golden light illuminated the sea of knowledge, forming a tripartite with the colourful fallen angel and the purplish-red Demonic Priest.

Both sides in confrontation noticed Buddha Head and looked at him.

The human figure on the back of the fallen angel was so excited that he waved his arm vigorously to convey a wisp of thoughts to Buddha Head: “Grandpa, Grandpa, your grandson is here.”

Buddha Head’s face twitched as he ignored him. He took the golden light to the opposite side of the Demonic Priest’s spirit, forming a sharp contrast with the black and red color.

“Priest Wang Chen, people die like how the lights go out. There is no reincarnation in the world. No matter what happened, it has already passed. Why are you still so stubborn?” Buddha Head clasped his hands. “Let it go.”

The spirit of the Demonic Priest didn’t speak. He looked at the Buddha head indifferently, which represented the endless red anger.

The vague figure of the self-proclaimed grandson conveyed a wisp of thought. “Grandpa, don’t talk crap to him... Recite Buddhist scriptures and exorcise him.”

Buddha Head thought it was reasonable and recited the sutra, “Amitabha, there is no limit to Buddhism...”

Another loud sound echoed within the land and Heavens.

Buddha Head transformed into two, two into three, three into six... Finally, eighteen golden bodies were formed. Some rode on dragons, some rode on white tigers, some raised their hands to the sky, and some sat in a stern manner.

The idea was Eighteen Arhats!

Both Taoism and Buddhism had their own ideas, which were methods of spiritual cultivation. There was no quick way to realize the concept, only through natural progression. It was very rare for ordinary monks to see one of the eighteen Arhats in the sea of knowledge, despite practicing for ten years. As Buddha Head saw all eighteen Arhats, he was undoubtedly a Gokudo Path master.

These eighteen Arhats were the manifestation of Buddha Head’s spiritual strength, and they also had immense combat power.

There are eighteen experts like me. Let’s see if you’re afraid.

Eighteen golden Arhats rushed to the Demonic Priest, drowning the thick black and red fog cloud. The cloud representing anger and fear kept surging. Sometimes, the golden light penetrated the cloud.

The fallen angel fluttered her wings and wanted to help, but the vague figure behind her quickly stopped her. “Mother Hua Yang, don’t go, don’t go. You shouldn’t fight again if you are hurt. Let the old monk fight.”

It was stupid not to leverage on the powers of the top Gokudo Path expert.

A short while later, Buddha Head roared from within the endless cloud, “Buddhism is boundless! Benefactor, do you understand now?”

The black and red clouds blew up, the face of the Demonic Priest collapsed and disintegrated.

The two rays of black and red returned to the colorful army. When the two rebels saw their general being slaughtered, they immediately defected to the other side. Li Xianyu felt lighter and more relieved.

The eighteen Arhats integrated into one body and turned back into the frail Buddha Head.

Li Xianyu flew over on Mother Hua Yang’s back and said with tears of gratitude. “My parents are not as good as you, my grandfather. Thank you for saving my life.”

Buddha Head looked at him lightly. It was hard to comprehend that he would feel gratitude for this.

Li Xianyu’s spiritual cultivation was far from enough to come into contact with his own sea of knowledge, let alone present his own image. Such a vague human figure still relied on integrating himself with the fallen angel.

“Grandpa, has the spirit of the Demonic Priest disappeared?”

“Where it came from, it has returned.” Buddha Head shook his head. “Even if it was a wisp of soul, it can’t be expelled by a few blows.”

Demonic Priest was so stubborn.

Li Xianyu was worried. At the same time, he felt a little resentful. He had watched Demonic Priest’s memories for several times; at the same time, he had developed a liking for him.

I took you as an old friend, yet you want to possess me. I misplaced my goodwill. Pfft, Wang Chen, you scumbag.

“Is there any way to dispel the spirit of Demonic Priest?” After Li Xianyu asked, he remembered that he had not added a salutation. He added on, “Grandpa.”

Buddha Head had been alone for decades, yet a “grandson” suddenly appeared, addressing him by Grandpa till he hurt.

“It will take some time to resolve it forcibly, unless we can solve his obsession, but it is almost impossible...” Buddha Head suddenly stopped.

“Master, you know what the Demonic Priest’s grievance is?” Li Xianyu said with a serious expression. This time, he wasn’t thick-skinned, but stern, though his face was fuzzy.

“Old memories, why mention them again!” Buddha Head sighed.

People died like how the lights went out. There was no reincarnation in this world.

Therefore, the phrase “people die and their debts are paid off” were generally recognized by the demon descendants’ community. Li Wuxiang had been dead for quite a few years. After the Unparalleled War Spirit sealed herself, Li Xianyu had not been targeted by the demon descendants’ community for 20 years. If it was not for the opening of the Great Deities Palace, Li Xianyu would not be the target of the public.

Whether it was a debtor or a creditor, everything was erased upon death.

“Master, please tell me.” Li Xianyu put his hands together and said seriously, “Do you know two Taoist priests, Taisu and Wang Zhen?”

Buddha Head probably knew the truth that he wanted to know.