272: Tantric Buddhist visitors

Almost at the same moment, Chen Heng's five senses recovered, and Qing Huzheng's head exploded.

"He ran quite fast."

Chen Heng sighed. This feeling was like catching a big fish only for the rod to break.

"You're from the Imperial Astronomical Bureau, right? What were you just saying?"

Since the golden leek had run off, he couldn't have come for nothing. Getting some information would still be good.

Moreover, these Imperial Astronomical Bureau guys might even drop some Optimization chances.

"Heh heh, so it's an Extreme Martial Artist." Although Qing Huzheng's head had exploded, he was still not dead.

A colorful, nebula-like mass of Qi floated out from his original body.

"No wonder he's so effective against the Noble Families' Monster Refining Method. That makes sense now."

"What kind of thing are you?" Chen Heng frowned, looking at the floating mass of Qi in front of him, and asked.

"I am merely a seeker of the Dao who has forsaken his Physical Body. Someone like you wouldn't understand."

Qing Huzheng showed no sign of panic. He even floated beside Chen Heng and spoke to him.

"That has nothing to do with me. Tell me, were you talking about the Hundred Corpse Tomb just now?"

Chen Heng casually pulled over a chair and sat down, waiting for Qing Huzheng's answer.

"Why should I tell you?" Qing Huzheng's voice was full of mockery. He believed no one could kill him in this state.

With his life safe, he naturally had no fear.

"Tsk, why are you as sticky as a toffee?" Chen Heng most disliked this kind of person, commonly known as a 'stubborn rogue'.

"Compared to what we were just discussing, I suggest you leave quickly."

Qing Huzheng's voice became gloating again, as if he had sensed something.

"A group of guys who are particularly good at restraining you are coming this way. If you don't want to change, then leave quickly."

"I quite like you Extreme Martial Artists, after all, we're very similar."

"You don't need to worry about my business. Just tell me, does the Emperor of Daliang want to dig out the Hundred Corpse Tomb?"

Chen Heng didn't care at all, completely disregarding Qing Huzheng's words.

"Yes, otherwise why would he borrow the Shang Family's Mountain Mover Ghost?"

Qing Huzheng didn't deny it. He just couldn't speak of it, but he could admit it.

"You should know, the Shang Family's Mountain Mover Ghost is very convenient. They can move anything."

"Just like earlier, moving your large intestine into your brain is very easy for them."

"Of course, there are prerequisites..."

"Alright, shut up." Chen Heng interrupted Qing Huzheng's endless chatter and stood up, looking outside the assembly hall.

"Heh, you sensed it too, right? As expected of an Extreme Martial Artist." Qing Huzheng chuckled, and his body began to rapidly dissipate.

"Oh, right, if you're interested in the Hundred Corpse Tomb, His Majesty the Emperor will move it out sometime soon."

"If you can find three keys by then, there's no harm in going to see. You might even get some benefits."

"I didn't say you could leave." Chen Heng raised an eyebrow and took a deep breath.

A fierce wind howled through the entire assembly hall, and Qing Huzheng's expression changed drastically.

This person actually wanted to suck him into his body!

"How is your brain wired!?"

As Chen Heng expected, Qing Huzheng was indeed a mass of Qi.

Even if he tried his best to escape, he was still sucked into Chen Heng's stomach.

"Still trying to run? Stay in my stomach for a couple of days first."

Chen Heng directly pinched his own throat and blocked his nostrils, using his Physical Body as a Seal.

No technical skill involved, just pure brute force.

Forceful suction! It was just forceful suction!

"You lunatic! Aren't you afraid I'll kill you from the inside?" Qing Huzheng's voice rang out from within Chen Heng's stomach, clearly exasperated.

Indeed, Chen Heng currently had no way to kill him, but he could certainly prevent him from leaving.

"If you can kill me, then try." The threat Chen Heng feared least was death.

With Earth Vein Power, as long as he wasn't completely annihilated, it wasn't considered an injury to him.

"If you want to die, don't drag me into it! Those bald donkeys from the Esoteric Sect are here!"

Qing Huzheng was going crazy with anxiety. He wasn't afraid of physical methods, but he was terrified of those who followed a more idealistic path.

"What are they here for?" Chen Heng stood up and walked outside. He was quite curious about the monks in this world.

He wondered if they were the same as those in his world.

"Heh heh, don't you know how many lives you've killed?"

"These bald donkeys probably sensed the hostility and karma on you and came over."

"And then what, kill me?" Chen Heng almost laughed. He really didn't believe anyone could do anything to him.

At most, he would just die twice more, a matter of multiplying his deaths a few times.

"It would be good if they really killed you. What they play at is 'salvation'."

"They'll turn you into a bald donkey too!"

Qing Huzheng now gave up the idea of Chen Heng escaping.

He had figured it out: this guy's brain wasn't made of a brain, but of muscle.

"Interesting, I want to see how they 'save' me."

Chen Heng grew more interested the more he listened, and walked towards that unfamiliar aura.

As soon as he walked out of Tieli Mountain, Chen Heng saw a figure.

The figure floated over like a ghost, moving incredibly fast.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Heng and the figure were face to face.

"From the Esoteric Sect?" Chen Heng scrutinized the bald donkey in front of him. He looked to be about the same age as him.

"Poor Monk Hui Che. Benefactor, you carry a great deal of killing karma."

Monk Hui Che put his palms together, his tone soft and gentle.

"Excessive hostility, entangled by killing karma. Benefactor, why not join my Esoteric Sect to cultivate Buddhist teachings and cleanse your body and mind."

...Chen Heng felt like these words sounded so familiar.

"Little Monk, your bald head feels quite nice."

Ignoring Hui Che's words, Chen Heng reached out and rubbed his bald head.

"Since Benefactor likes it, then let's study Buddhist teachings together with Poor Monk. By then, you'll be just like me."

Hui Che didn't get angry, still speaking unhurriedly.

"No." Chen Heng shook his head, his words concise.

"Since Benefactor is unwilling to go, then Poor Monk shall recite Buddhist scriptures to cleanse the Qi and killing karma from your body."

Hui Che nodded, not caring whether Chen Heng joined the Esoteric Sect or not.

"I won't listen." Chen Heng shook his head again, continuing to rub Hui Che's head.

"Benefactor, do not be so stubborn. Being entangled by killing karma will not lead to a good end."

Hui Che seemed to be getting a little annoyed from being rubbed, and he grabbed Chen Heng's wrist.

"Oh, your strength is quite something." Chen Heng was a little surprised that this Little Bald Donkey could move his hand.

"I just won't listen. What can you do to me?"

Shaking off Hui Che's hand, Chen Heng asked with a hint of teasing a child.

"Although Poor Monk is well-versed in Buddhist teachings, I also know some martial arts."

Hui Che put his palms together, looking up at Chen Heng.

"Since Benefactor is so stubborn, then do not blame Poor Monk for taking action!"