356: White beard old man

“Immeasurable Guangdu Xin Buddha!”

With this Buddhist chant, Pig Wuneng retracted his Dharma form, and he himself returned to his appearance with a Pig Head, a pig's brain, and a hulking, awkward body.

The black smoke emanating from the Beichen Wolf King was caused by the Karma accumulated from killing too many living beings. Once he died, the Karma would devour his soul, causing this wicked demon to vanish into thin air, body and Dao destroyed, without even a chance to preserve his soul for Reincarnation.

In the past, it would have taken some effort for Pigsy to deal with such a monster, but this guy had committed too many sins and killed countless living beings. Since Pigsy had attained the status of a Bodhisattva, the Buddha Power within him was the nemesis of such demons. It could be said that as long as his Dharma form manifested, slapping this guy to death would be like child's play.

If not for the fact that he still cared about some old connections and wasn't quite accustomed to using his Dharma form yet, he would have slapped this fellow to death long ago.

Come to think of it, Old Pig felt some regret; if he had acted sooner, perhaps those two monsters wouldn't have died!

Carrying his rake and looking toward the direction of Chang'an City, Old Pig couldn't help but yawn, “The battle won't end anytime soon anyway, so I, Old Pig, will rest here for a while!”

Above the city, Shi Jingmo saw it clearly; Old Pig dropped his rake and fell straight to the ground, snoring loudly.

“This Senior Brother, how can he be so unreliable at a time like this!”

Shaking his head helplessly, Shi Jingmo said, “I'd better go see if help is needed elsewhere!”

As he spoke, he took off and flew toward the northeast. There were continuous explosions over there, and the battle seemed very intense; help was likely needed. However, as soon as he arrived in the vicinity, he was so shocked that his jaw nearly dropped.

He saw hundreds of Flying Swords shuttling back and forth across the sky, colliding with each other, producing deafening explosions and the sound of weapons clashing.

Among the hundreds of Shu Mountain Disciples, not many possessed Flying Swords. The total number of Flying Swords appearing here already exceeded the total number of Flying Swords owned by the entire Shu Mountain sect!

Directly opposite each other, a red-bearded man carrying a black ink zen staff and a white-bearded old man holding a golden mace were staring at each other with composure, letting their own Flying Swords fight in the sky.

“Old man, you are bound to lose. You had better surrender quickly. Although I, Sha Wujing, am reckless, I still understand the principle that Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life!”

Sha Wujing looked at the old man before him and said sincerely.

“Hehe, you young one actually know how to respect your elders. However, it is said that if one accepts a commission, one must be loyal to the task. Since I promised the Ghost King to guard this Formation, I must see it through from beginning to end!”

The old man laughed and said.

“That is the principle, but...”

Sha Wujing looked down, curled his lips, and said, “But the Formation under your feet no longer exists!”

The old man's breath hitched, and he slapped his head, saying, “Damn it, the Formation is gone, so why am I still guarding this place... Hmm, but young one, the situation is like riding a tiger—hard to get off. If I leave now, I'll lose all face!”

“Old sir, why must you fight here over a mere fit of pique? You possess an immortal air and belong to the Yao Race immortals; why create boundless carnage among the Human Race for the sake of a petty promise?”

Shi Jingmo suddenly appeared beside the old man, putting his hands together to persuade him, “Not to mention that you cannot breach the city, even if you did, if that Ghost King were to slaughter the populace, the Power Of Will and Karma of the deceased would fall upon you. By then, your cultivation would be completely ruined!”

The old man sighed and waved his hand gently. In mid-air, hundreds of gray long swords flashed suddenly, turning into rays of light that drilled back into the old man's body.

The old man was dressed like a wealthy old squire, with a kind and gentle face. Compared to the fierce-looking Sha Wujing opposite him, he looked more like a righteous person.

Seeing the opponent retract his Magic Treasure, Sha Wujing did not hesitate. His brow trembled slightly, and all the Flying Swords drilled back into his forehead.

“Young one, what you said is very correct!” The old man smiled bitterly and helplessly, “I, an old man, didn't originally want to wade into this muddy water, but I once received a favor from the Ghost King. If I don't repay him, I fear that during my future cultivation, I will have to find a way to repay this Karma. Therefore, I am truly in a dilemma!”

“If we're talking about repayment, when our weapons attacked just now, you could be considered to have died once. And the reason for your 'death' was to help him guard the Formation; you even entrusted your life to him. Doesn't that count as repayment?”

Shi Jingmo persuaded.

On the side, Sha Wujing also nodded repeatedly and said, “Junior Brother is right. All things have a cause and an effect. Since you have already repaid him, why must you fight us again? If there were casualties, that wouldn't be a result you'd want to see, would it?”

The old man was silent, then sighed helplessly, “You don't know... The reason I was able to survive that strike just now was because he gave us a Magic Treasure...”

As he spoke, he took a Buddhist bead from his bosom, but the moment this pitch-black bead appeared, it scattered in the wind, turning into black ash and disappearing.

“This bead can trigger the Origin power within us of the Yao Race. You also saw just now that things similar to the Buddhist Dharma form appeared on us, which allowed us to block such a powerful attack. It can be said that, invisibly, I have received his favor again!”

The old man smiled bitterly and helplessly, “This is what is called, every sip and every peck is predestined! You speak of Karma; this fruit, I must still repay!”

Shi Jingmo wanted to persuade further, but saw Sha Wujing on the side wave his hand and say, “Junior Brother, do not say any more. Since the old sir wishes to continue, then I shall continue with him... Hmm, all things have their roots. I hope that after this battle, regardless of who wins or loses, you will not interfere in this war again!”

“Hehe, that sounds pleasing to the ear. Good, I, this old man, promise you today!”

The old man laughed and said, “Boy, state your name. My golden mace does not strike those without a name!”

“My name is Sha Wujing. May I ask the old sir's name!”

Sha Monk said.

“Hehe, you can just call me Bai Siji!”

The old man held his golden mace and laughed, “Young man, give me your life...”

As he spoke, the old man gathered his body and rushed forward, the golden mace in his hand smashing down suddenly. Sha Wujing roused his Divine Might, and the two fought together again, trading blows evenly and matching each other strength for strength.

Shi Jingmo watched from the side, smiling helplessly, “Although Third Senior Brother is fierce in appearance, his temperament is actually very good. Never mind, I will watch over here for him; as long as it does not endanger his life, I will not intervene!”

Although the old man's figure was short, he was not at all timid in close-quarters combat. While Sha Wujing was highly skilled in martial arts, his body was not as agile as the old man's. After a dozen or so rounds, the two were surprisingly in a complete stalemate.

The old man couldn't help but laugh loudly, “Splendid, splendid... Young man, I will soon be defeated in head-on combat. Do you dare to receive my Magic Treasure!”

A sharp light flashed in Sha Wujing's eyes, “What is there not to dare!”

“Hehe, good, good, good... Witness the power of my Purple Qi Cloud Light Cover!”