605: Using Gu Jian as a treasure-hunting rat, Huozhou Black Blood Disease

Gu Jian's hatred reached its peak at this moment. The person before him had destroyed the Sword King Sect and was responsible for his father's death. He dreamt of killing him.

However, when he actually met this person, cold sweat dripped down his back, and a hint of terror flickered in his eyes.

Chu Jiang's strength was far beyond what a mere Divine Power Realm Cultivator like him could resist; the gap between them was a thousandfold.

"Escape!"

Gu Jian subconsciously crushed the Void Teleportation Talisman given to him by the high-ranking Di Sha, attempting to flee the area.

Boom!

As soon as a crack appeared in the Void, Chu Jiang shattered it with a flick of his finger.

"Luck Condensing Gold!"

A strange look flashed in Chu Jiang's eyes. Gu Jian's Luck power subtly formed a canopy, his red Qi surged like a tide, and the Teng Jiao was almost condensing into gold.

His Luck was considerable, nearly entering the fourth stage, Luck Soaring to the Clouds, even higher than the Ferryman Saint's Luck.

With such Luck, unless a Cultivator several major Realms higher made a move, attempting to capture him would most likely result in him turning danger into safety.

"Supervisor, with your current status, you are already at the peak of Great Chu. Why bother with a small fry like me?"

"This commoner has forgotten the past hatred. The destruction of the Sword King Sect was merely self-inflicted. Can you give me a chance to start anew?"

Gu Jian smiled and cupped his hands slightly towards Chu Jiang.

The gap between him and Chu Jiang was too vast; it was impossible to escape. He could only beg for mercy.

"This commoner is willing to recognize the Supervisor as his Revered Master and serve him for life."

Gu Jian lowered his posture again, cold sweat beading on his face. As long as he drew breath, anything was possible in the future.

"This Seat is kind. I'll let you run ten thousand li first. If you can escape, this Seat will agree to let you be a good person. How about it?"

Chu Jiang said with a faint smile.

"Ten thousand li?"

Gu Jian's eyes narrowed slightly. This Chu Jiang was truly confident. Let alone ten thousand li, if he could run three thousand li, it would be impossible to track him.

"Run!"

Gu Jian ran for the second time, using all his might, transforming into a long rainbow, soaring into the clouds on his sword, and speeding towards the distance.

Three hundred li, five hundred li, a thousand li…

"He really didn't chase?"

Gu Jian said in surprise. He drank a bottle of spiritual liquid to replenish his magical power and flew directly out of Yun Province; he wanted to escape Yun Province.

"Chu Jiang, just you wait. When I obtain an Opportunity in the future, I will definitely avenge the destruction of my sect and today's humiliation…"

Time passed.

Just as Gu Jian escaped Yun Province.

A large hand, like a Palm World, enveloped him.

"Ten thousand li has been reached, Gu Jian. It seems Heaven wants you dead!"

Chu Jiang stood in the vastness, looking down at him like a deity.

"No—"

"How could you possibly catch me? You cheated! You must have secretly followed me!"

Gu Jian was dumbfounded, letting out a desperate cry. This fiend's speed couldn't be this fast; it was fake, all fake.

Chu Jiang frowned. Gu Jian's Luck wasn't low, so why didn't an old man come to save him? He was still planning to squeeze out his last bit of value.

As it turned out, there was no one.

He had already left a tracking mark of the Heavenly Witch Brahma Divine Scripture on Gu Jian, so it was useless even if he fled to the ends of the earth.

If Gu Jian knew that Chu Jiang was treating him like a treasure-hunting mouse, he would probably explode with anger. Is that how you mess with people? (ง ᵒ̌ dish ᵒ̌ )ง ⁼ ³ ₌ ₃

"This Seat will give you one last chance. I'll let you run forty thousand li first."

Chu Jiang said indifferently.

"Bastard!"

Gu Jian cursed inwardly, but with him as the knife and himself as the fish, even if the other party cheated, the power gap was there, and he could only swallow his anger.

He was hysterical inside. Why wasn't this heaven-reaching power his? Why was this damned Chu Jiang so abnormal?

Whoosh!

Gu Jian once again rode his sword, this time changing direction.

Flying towards Fire Province.

…

Fire Province, the twilight was blood-red.

In Zhenhai Commandery, auspicious golden clouds suddenly rose from a barren mountain in the outskirts.

A temple, named Fo Mu Temple, was located here.

Sandalwood mixed with a putrid smell wafted over. Eighteen blind Vajras were arranged on both sides of the main hall, their Demon Subduing Pestles held downwards, with viscous golden liquid dripping from their tips.

"Revered Master, why did you bring me here? This place is creepy. Let's leave quickly."

A girl about eighteen or nineteen years old looked around and whispered, her face a little pale.

"What do you know? A Fo Mu lives here, and she's very spiritual. She can cure any illness. As long as you believe devoutly, you can receive the Fo Mu's blessing."

"A friend of mine had black blood disease, and it was cured here."

Standing beside the girl was a flamboyant middle-aged man.

The two were Yang Huo from the Golden Eagle Gate and Shi Qingxuan, the direct disciple of the Fire Eagle Gate.

Recently, some areas in Fire Province had suddenly been infected with a strange illness called black blood disease, where the infected's red blood turned black, and their Qi and blood declined.

It was almost incurable.

They heard there was a Fo Mu Temple here, and the Fo Mu could cure black blood disease, so they came admiringly.

This Fo Mu Temple did not appear suddenly; it had been established here for several years.

The Fo Mu was invited by the temple from an eastern Great Province, so Yang Huo did not suspect anything.

"The Fo Mu arrives—"

The novice monks on the platform chanted in unison.

Then.

A zitan lotus platform descended from the dome, and nine layers of golden gauze moved without wind, revealing the woman seated within. She wore a twelve-leaf golden lotus crown, but a blood-red jade grew between her brows.

More than twenty novice monks, with three high monks in kasayas, sat cross-legged in front.

Their dharma names: Xuan Ji, Xuan Chen, Xuan Chi.

Xuan Ji, draped in a gray and white kasaya, was as thin as firewood, his face stern as iron, his eyes half-closed, seemingly asleep but not, stood before the Fo Mu, turned his head and shouted: "All sentient beings are deluded, not understanding the wondrous form of white bones! Today, the Fo Mu descends to deliver you from the sea of suffering—Kneel!"

As his voice fell, his samurai sword (precept blade) struck the ground, and the entire main hall trembled. The believers felt an invisible pressure and knelt down in rows, kowtowing.

Yang Huo immediately knelt down with a 'pah' and pulled Shi Qingxuan down to kowtow.

"No matter what he says, once you're cured, we'll leave."

Yang Huo persuaded softly.

Shi Qingxuan pinched Yang Huo's bones hard, giving him an 'I'm impressed with you' look, and also knelt down.

Not to mention the Fo Mu, these three high monks clearly weren't benevolent.

Since they had already come, if they angered them, it might bring trouble to the Golden Eagle Gate.

Seeing someone hesitate and not yet kowtow, Xuan Chen, with a fierce face on the left and a string of huge prayer beads, sternly said:

"The Fo Mu is merciful, granting you flesh and blood transcendence, ridding you of black blood disease. Whoever dares to be insincere will surely enter 'Avici Hell'!"

His voice was like thunder, shaking the incense burner's smoke to curl backward. The timid fainted on the spot, and the rest trembled, immediately kneeling.

Hundreds of people knelt densely here.

Outside the hall.

Several people in plain clothes, though slender, had eyes like eagles.

"My Lord Wan, should we…"

"Don't rush, let's observe. If this Fo Mu is truly healing and saving people, we naturally support her, and even maintaining order for her is not impossible."

"But if there is any falsehood, we must not act rashly. Report it to headquarters immediately."

A burly man at the head instructed the others.

They were Demon Suppression Guards from the Fire Province Demon Suppression Division, sent to investigate the Fo Mu Temple.

This Fo Mu Temple was not simple.

If there was something sinister.

It would probably require inviting a strong Cultivator from the neighboring Yunzhou Demon Suppression Division to resolve it.

"The sea of suffering is boundless; only by sacrificing can one gain a boat." When the Fo Mu opened her lips, the seven hundred long-burning lamps in the hall suddenly blazed brightly. She raised her left hand and pointed at the lame old woman kneeling in the front row. The gemstone embedded in her fingernail reflected the tear-streaked faces of the believers.

"Your past life's sins have transformed into this life's suffering. You must feed your flesh and blood to my Ming Wang Dharma body to cleanse your Karmic Obstruction and attain transcendence."

As she spoke, Buddha's light shone everywhere.