Chapter 532 Compensation

The golden light came from the shards of the earth book.

Old Monk Taling stretched out his palm and let the golden light fall onto his palm, which was a bronze plaque inscribed with Buddhist script.

Originally, he was still contemplating that it might be the Mahayana Buddhism that caused the Taling Monk to say such words, but when Xu Qi’an took a good look at the Buddhist tablet, his expression became incomparably odd.

This thing, is the first time to finish off the Zhenbei King vice general Chu Xianglong, licked the bag from his body licked.

At that time, Xu Qi’an had only taken a cursory look at it, and then threw it into the fragments of the Earth Book without a care in the world.

“This is ……..”

He stared at the old monk’s palm, testing it with deliberation.

“This is a Buddhist tablet that symbolizes the identity of Faji Bodhisattva, seeing this tablet is like seeing the Bodhisattva.” Old Monk Taling smiled.

The Buddha card that symbolizes the identity of the Bodhisattva ……… Xu Qi An was taken aback, and the thoughts within his mind turned sharply, how could the Buddha card of Faji Bodhisattva be on Chu Xianglong’s body?

What is the relationship between the two? If I kill Chu Sang Lung, will I attract the retaliation of Faji Bodhisattva?

“You own the Buddha medal of Faji Bodhisattva, so naturally you are the owner of the Floating Pagoda.”

Speaking here, the old monk said in a deep voice, “Where and when did the monk meet Bodhisattva Faji?”

…….. Xu Qi’an couldn’t answer for a moment, thinking to himself, “Isn’t Faji Bodhisattva in Alanta, how could I have possibly seen him.

Wait a minute! Chu Siang Lung must not have been to Alanta either, so how did he get the Faji Bodhisattva Buddha medal?

The thought flashed through his mind, and Xu Qi’an shook his head, saying ambiguously, “I have not seen Bodhisattva Faji.”

Old Monk Taling explained, “Bodhisattva Faji disappeared for 360 years without a trace, and even Bodhisattva Liuli couldn’t find him.”

Disappeared for three hundred and sixty years ……… Xu Qi an sighed with relief, in this way, no one will be able to dismantle the identity of my impostor s heir.

He pretended to be puzzled:

“I remember, this Buddha medal was given to me by an old monk who traveled in the clouds to return the favor of a meal. But, but I didn’t think it was so precious. Also, why did Bodhisattva Faji suddenly disappear and not allow the Buddhist sect to find it?”

This sentence explains the origins of the Buddhist medals and emphasizes his own “innocence”, while prying into the truth about the disappearance of Faji Bodhisattva.

“No!” The old monk said.

No? Could it be that Monk Fazhi was a woman? Xu Qi’an nearly blushed.

The old monk scrutinized Xu Qi’an and hesitated:

“Faji Bodhisattva’s gift of the Buddha medal to you is not a one-meal favor; by obtaining this medal, you have karma with a first-rate Bodhisattva, which is not a good thing for a normal person. But I see that the almsman is entangled in karma, so one more karma is irrelevant. I think Faji Bodhisattva also sees this in you.”

Bah, old monk you seem to be saying: you are like an old general on a theater stage, with flags all over you.

Xu Qi’an’s smile was farfetched, “Maybe …… By the way, dare I ask Master, if I chose to release the Divine Shush just now, would you really agree?”

The old monk nodded and said, “Unsealing the seal will be the time of your death, and I’ll trap Shenshu when it has devoured your essence blood. Then wait for the Bodhisattvas of Alanta to deal with it.”

Ginger is still old and hot …….. Xu Qi’an once again looked at Shenshu’s severed arm and asked:

“What is the origin of the owner of this hand?”

The old monk pondered for a moment and waved his hand, his wide sleeve robe sweeping across midair and sweeping out a scroll that only Xu Qi’an could see.

In the scroll, the golden body of the Buddha sits majestically, with kind brows and deep-seated majesty.

To the left and right of the Buddha are the nine Bodhisattvas, symbolizing the nine Dharmas, and the eighteen Lohans.

This was exactly the scene on the first floor of the Floating Pagoda.

Is Shinshu hiding among the Bodhisattvas? Xu Qi’an was puzzled in his heart, when he suddenly saw the “camera” rise up, deeper and deeper into the mist where he could not see the dome.

In the next moment, the complete picture of the first floor of the pagoda was presented in his eyes:

Above the head of the Buddhist Bodhisattva, deep within the mists, was a huge pitch-black Dharma image with twelve pairs of arms, a ring of blazing fire burning behind his head, and a black flame mark on his forehead.

He had a hideous and evil face, making the appearance of teeth and claws, looking down morosely on the Buddhas, Bodhisattvas and Lohans underneath, as if they were the most delicious prey.

The overall picture has a clear sense of hierarchy, the bottom layer of the Buddha’s majestic and peaceful, the upper layer is like a purgatory eerie and horrible, forming an extremely strong visual impact.

Xu QiMin’s heartbeat accelerated steeply, and the sound of “plopping” was audible even to himself.

He instantly recognized the pitch-black phantom as Shenshu.

When Chuzhou killed the Zhenbei King, Shenshu used the power of his blood elixir to perform a secret method and manifested this phantom.

“What does this painting mean? That Shinshu is feeding on the Buddhist sect? Shinshu is the enemy of the entire Buddhist sect? He can threaten Bodhisattvas and even Buddhas? He covets the entire Buddhist Sect from the depths of the mists?”

A single conjecture erupts in the mind. With a warlike experience.

The old monk waved his hand, dispersing the image, and folded his hands, “Got it.”

…….. Xu Qi’an opened her mouth and had the intention to ask again, but she couldn’t.

The Pagoda Spirit drew a swastika on the Buddhist tablet and handed it to Xu Qi’an, saying:

“Holding the Buddha’s license plate, you can initially control the Floating Pagoda; the monk can choose to ride the pagoda to leave Leizhou, but do not use the pagoda to harm the disciples of the Buddhist Sect.”

I can harness the Floating Pagoda? Xu Qi’an was about to reply with thanks when he heard Li Shaoyun’s inquiry from behind him:

“What’s all the fuss about?”

He awoke with a start, as if from a big dream, there was no anklet in his hand at all, and Shenshu’s left arm had not been revived, if not for the Buddha’s card held in his hand, he suspected that the previous together was all a dream.

Xu Qi’an subconsciously looked towards the old monk Taling, who was still sitting with his eyes downcast and his hands folded, as quiet as a statue.

“Don’t look at him, he won’t care about anything, much less help us.”

Li Shaoyun followed his gaze to the old monk, “I begged him just now, hoping that he would send us out, but was refused. Also, this monk’s math is very impressive.”

Great at math? Do monks in this world also need a bachelor’s degree …….. Xu Qi’an joked in his heart, quietly withdrawing the Buddha medallion and asking:

“What are you trying to say?”

Li Shaoyun rolled his eyes and said, “It’s almost dark, Sun Xuanji still hasn’t been able to solve the enemies outside, waiting for tomorrow morning, if we still haven’t been able to get out, we’ll be trapped and die inside the tower. The guys are in a hurry, what’s your solution?”

Xu Qi’an immediately looked out the window of the pagoda, the sky was green and dark, and the setting sun had completely sunk into the horizon.

It was quiet outside, with a few occasional gunshots coming to mind to let people know the fighting hadn’t stopped.

The Leizhou martial artists in the tower changed their calm and collected behavior during the day and became restless.

Because they realized that Sun Xuanji did not seem to be able to save them from the guards of the two third-grade powerhouses, and with the advancement of time, everyone will inevitably go to “defeat”.

“That third-ranked warlock ran out of shells.”

“开炮开炮，一天到晚就知道朝和尚开炮，没有其他手段了吗？”

“Sure enough, the Warlock Warrior is not trustworthy at all, if Xu Yinluo is here, then the Protector Vajra has already reincarnated and gone.”

“Yes, Xu Yinluo is invincible in battle, and most importantly, he is a martial artist.”

Anxiety simmered and festered in the crowd, and many regretted coming to wade through the waters of the Three Flowers Monastery.

At this time, Yuan Yi and Tang Yuanwu, as well as Liu Yun walked over, and the commander asked:

“What is your honor’s response?”

He had come to find Xu Qi’an to discuss the matter, and if he really couldn’t, he could consider returning the Dragon Qi to the Buddhist Sect, and then with Sun Xuanji interceding, he might be able to save their lives.

As he was deliberating on how to speak, Yuan Yi heard Xu Qian say:

“I’ll take you away now.”

What?

Liu Yun and the others suspected that something was wrong with their ears, and in the next second, they looked at Xu Qian with surprise and joy.

Fasten your seatbelt ……… Xu Qi an snorted, infused his qi into the Buddha card, and separated a strand of divine thought to immerse in the Buddha card, and he instantly felt that he had a certain connection with the Faustus Pagoda.

This connection was lower than the Taiping Blade, and was on the same level as the Earth Book Fragment.

This meant that although he was now the owner of the Floating Pagoda, he was not the true owner.

To describe it in a more graphic way: the Peace Blade is his real son, the Earth Book Shard and the Floating Pagoda are his stepfather.

With the bits of the Earth Book and the Floating Pagoda, it is indeed the stepfather.

Xu Qi’an gripped the Buddha medallion tightly and said in a deep voice, “Rise!”

………..

Outside the Floating Pagoda, the Eastern Sisters and the monks of the Three Flowers Monastery were seated in twos and threes.

Compared to the intense firepower during the day, the occasional artillery attack was not enough to threaten them today.

However, they didn’t dare to leave the vicinity of the Floating Pagoda because the people guessed that Sun Xuanji must be incompetent and furious at this time, and might take it out on them and go on a killing spree.

Moreover, the Sanhua Temple was largely destroyed in the rounds of artillery fire, with the main hall collapsing and countless craters of bullets all over the place.

Pan Long, the presiding officer of the Three Flowers Temple, recited the Buddha’s name and lamented:

“After surviving this night, the Floating Pagoda will close its doors, so letting that group of thieves die in the Floating Pagoda will be an explanation to Heng Yin and the dead fellow disciples.”

The monks of the Temple of the Three Flowers were both pleased and hated.

Dongfang Wanrong laughed, “It’s just that that Commander Yuan Yi died in the tower, the Dafeng court will surely be accountable, and the Buddhist Sect has to be prepared to bear the wrath of the court.”

“There’s no need for the female monk to fan the flames.”

The Pure Edge Martial Monk said indifferently, “The Dafeng has been weak for a long time, and since the Jingcha, so far, there have been deaths of the King of Zhenbei, the Emperor, and Wei Yuan, and that young man Xu Qi’an, who had risen to fame, has also been abolished. Where did the Da Feng court get the guts to be accountable?”

“Exactly, Yuan Yi encouraged the Leizhou Jianghu people to attack our temple, and the Buddhist Sect still has to hold him accountable.” The monk from the Three Flowers Temple said indignantly.

The disciple of the East Sea Dragon Palace chimed in, “Aside from the Supervisor Zheng, Da Feng no longer has peak experts.”

The group of disciples affiliated with the Witch God Cult laughed.

In the distance, the Vajra of Duo Nang stood outside the door of the tower, not saying a word.

The Spiritual Master Ilbu and Sun Xuanji, who is in charge of the turret, are still playing the game of “cat and mouse”.

At this time, the pagoda suddenly vibrated, and the amplitude is getting more and more violent, the wall skin piece by piece peeling off, tiles “crackling” smashed down, shattered into smithereens.

The crowd looked up at the pagoda in shock.

“What’s going on? What’s happening in the tower.”

“Is the Floating Pagoda alive?”

The sudden turn of events left the crowd bewildered and talking.

The Panlong presiding officer muttered, “This tower has stood in the temple for five hundred years and has never moved, why is this, why is this?”

Without hesitation, everyone looked at the Protector Vajra Du Nang, only to find that this Third Grade Vajra, whose expression was as calm and steady as a mountain, had finally taken on emotions such as dismay, shock, and disbelief.

A dark light landed on the side of the tower, and Ilb, in his wizard robes, looked up in a deep voice:

“What’s going on?”

Vajra Du Nang mused, “Perhaps Bodhisattva Faji is nearby and the pagoda spirit has responded to him.”

Fajitsu?

The Buddhist monks were overjoyed at the news.

Yes, if he hadn’t sensed that the master was nearby, how could the tower spirit have made this movement?

Since the Bodhisattva had arrived, there was no possibility for the thieves in the tower to escape, and the annoying Sun Xuanji was no longer a threat.

This battle for the treasure was considered to be a thrilling one.

“Amitabha Buddha, since Bodhisattva Dharma Ji has arrived, it’s time for this matter to come to an end.” The Panlong Presiding Officer folded his hands as if he was relieved.

The disciples of the Dragon Palace in the East Sea were envious for a while, the Buddhist sect has a huge power, there are many experts, and the first grade Bodhisattva comes when he says so, so it is no wonder that the Buddhist monks have such a hard waist.

It’s hard not to get hard.

Pure Heart and Pure Edge looked at each other with some surprise, as Arantha monks, they were aware of some insider information, Faji Bodhisattva had disappeared for three hundred and sixty years without a trace.

Just show up?

While the crowd was either puzzled, surprised, or envious, Ilbu, who always looked up and gazed at the Floating Pagoda, said in a deep voice:

“There’s someone at the top of the tower.”

At those words, everyone subconsciously looked up to the top of the spiky tower.

In the green sky, at the top of the spire, there stood a man in green, standing alone in the wind, his sleeves fluttering, looking down indifferently at the crowd below.

The Eastern Sisters’ faces changed abruptly:

“It’s Xu Qian!”

The others had recognized the identity of the man in green as the same Xu Qian who had summoned Sun Xuanji and killed the Head Heng Yin.

When did he get out of the tower?

Duo Nang Vajra’s face finally changed.

“The green mountains will not change, thank you for the Buddhist Sect’s gift of treasure, gentlemen, farewell!”

The man in green arched his hand in greeting.

As the words fell, the Floating Pagoda erupted with blinding golden light, and the towering tower rose up into the sky.

Two figures chased after them at the same time, the brilliant golden light-drenched Dounan Vajra, and Ilbu, who had transformed into a ray of dark light.

The speed of the Du Nang Vajra was not as fast as the Floating Pagoda, and was left behind in an instant, with Ilbu’s aurora in hot pursuit, gradually closing the distance.

The Floating Pagoda boomed and shook, overflowing a wisp of oppressive and terrifying aura, causing Ilbu to be struck by lightning, and his mana appeared to be stagnant and seemed to have been suppressed.

Seizing this gap, the Floating Pagoda transformed into streams of light and disappeared into the sky.

……….

Inside the Three Flowers Temple, both sides, the Dragon Palace of the Eastern Sea and the Three Flowers Temple, were jaw-dropped.

“No, it’s not Faji Bodhisattva ……..”

A monk swallowed his saliva, “The Floating Pagoda, was, was snatched away ……..”

The Buddhist monks’ minds were in a state of confusion, unable to comprehend what was happening in front of them, why was the Dharma treasure of a first-ranked Bodhisattva robbed at the drop of a hat?

Where’s the tower spirit?

Is the tower spirit sleeping?

Pure Heart’s gaze turned to the Eastern Sisters, her face still frozen with shock and bewilderment, and she said quietly, “That Xu Qian, just what kind of person is he?”

He is just a guy who can t even beat Wanqing ………. Dongfang Wanqing opened her mouth and was speechless.

She no longer trusted her judgment.

Dongfang Wanqing answered for her sister, “We met this person on our way to Leizhou, he ……..”

Speaking here, bewilderment surfaced on Dongfang Wanrong’s beautiful face, as if she had forgotten what she wanted to say.

At that moment, a monk of the Three Flowers Monastery pointed to the place where the original Floating Pagoda was built and said in surprise:

“Huh, why is there an empty piece here?”

Discord host looked over and said, “There it is …….”

He suddenly froze, yes, why was there an empty piece here?

……….

The night is dark and the border of Leizhou.

The golden light whistled and landed in a valley.

The night was heavy, the mountains were silent, and now and then the cries of the night lords echoed.

Sun Xuanji brought along Mun Nanjian and Li Lingsu, entered the Floating Pagoda, and under Xu Qi’an’s guidance, ascended to the third floor.

Mu Nan Gardenia hugged the little white fox and turned her head to look around, seeing the Jianghu people huddled around the two windows, staring daggers at the night outside.

“You, you snatched the Floating Pagoda?”

Li Shaoyun saw a ghost-like expression as he stared at the green-clothed man in front of him, “How did you do that.”

It’s the maiden who taught me …….. Xu Qi’an silently flirted with him, her surface calm: “Without complete certainty, I would enter the Floating Pagoda?”

Upon hearing this, Commander Yuan Yi revealed an expression of admiration, “Your Excellency is a brilliant strategist, Yuan Mou is so ignorant that I didn’t even know when Dafeng had a character like Your Excellency.”

Liu Yun immediately looked over with a bright gaze.

“It may not be a Da Bong person.” Li Shaoyun muttered from the side.

This person was proficient in the art of compulsion, and although he was a typical Central Plains look-alike, his appearance was changeable.

Sun Xuanji looked at Xu Qi’an and said, “I ……..”

The little fox didn’t like the atmosphere within the Floating Pagoda too much, curled up in Mu Nanjian’s arms, raised one little paw and weakly said:

“Amazing, amazing, worthy of being Sister Night Hime’s man.”

He came to Leizhou with the purpose of robbing the Floating Pagoda? This, this is how I didn’t expect it ………. Li Ling Su thought with a complicated mood.

Sun Xuanji looked at Xu Qi’an and said, “Already ……..”

Mu Nanjia’s face changed slightly and she looked down, “Sister Night Ji?”

The man?

The little white fox let out a “hmm”, “Sister Nightime is my third sister.”

No wonder, no wonder he said it was the sister of the deceased ………. Mu Nanjian scrutinized it for a moment, coldly, and dropped the little white fox.

Snap!

The little white fox fell on the ground, it is only as long as an adult’s small arm, luscious and pocket-sized, holding its head high, its tearful fox eyes innocently looking at Mu Nanjian, unable to figure out that it was suddenly treated so roughly.

Mu Nanjian glared at Xu Qi’an, sighed, and picked up the little white fox again, rubbing his head for comfort.

She wasn’t so far gone as to have a problem with a small fox cub.

Sun Xuanji looked at Xu Qi’an and said, “After ……..”

Xu Qi’an said in a loud voice, “Gentlemen, this matter is over, in order to prevent being tracked down, I’ll be leaving soon, so I’ll send everyone out of the tower now.”

A jianghu person hesitated for a long time and weakly tried, “Your Excellency said before that you would equally, equally share the treasure.”

At that moment, a single gaze was thrown at Xu Qi’an.

The Leizhou martial artists didn’t dare to clamor, much less press, and watched him with bated breath.

Jianghu scattered people most like to fight for treasures, the essence is because they do not have a backer, no resources, want to get ahead, you must put your life on the line to fight and grab.

Just as the children of the humble family want to make a name for themselves, they have to be furious and strong, with their heads hanging over the beams and cones stabbing their stocks, and ten years of hard work, to fight for that ray of hope.

Only the casual cultivator himself knows the pains and sorrows involved.

The old monk, who was sitting in meditation with his eyes downcast like a statue, even raised his head and looked towards Xu Qi’an.

Yuan Yi, Li Shaoyun, and Tang Yuanwu, the Fourth Grade Martial Artists, didn’t say anything, but there was a hint of longing mixed in the gazes they immediately cast.

The reason why he didn’t open his mouth just now was because he felt that he was no longer qualified to bargain with Xu Qian.

That’s the way the jungle is, the one with the biggest fist calls the shots.

But deep down, there was still a hint of anticipation.

Of course, even if Xu Qian flipped out, they wouldn’t say anything more and left immediately.

Dragon gas is not possible to share, pontoon pagoda is not I can do the Lord, but I did say just now equal share of the treasure words ……… although it is a perfunctory word, but the man a promise of a thousand pieces of gold heavy ……… Moreover, I led these people over, white whoring their “labor force”.

What should be done to compensate them ……… Xu Qi an was in deep thought.