Chapter 13 I've Become Xuan Guang?

"Senior Brother, according to what Magistrate Zhao Kuo said, the mastermind behind the scenes should be that mysterious Daoist?"

Xue Xichang nodded: "Correct. This wild Daoist is using other people's lives to extend the life of this corrupt official, but in my opinion, this is not his true purpose."

"However, as long as we catch him, everything will be easy to resolve."

Jiang Chen looked at the corpse on the ground and said with some distress: "Senior Brother, are we just going to leave this corpse here? A court official dying in his own residence—I'm afraid that's no small matter, right?"

Unexpectedly, Xue Xichang smiled mysteriously: "I have a way."

Saying this, Xue Xichang pulled two Buddhist prayer beads from his robe.

Jiang Chen asked curiously: "Senior Brother, you are a Daoist, do you actually pay respects to Buddha?"

Xue Xichang scoffed: "Those bald donkeys' Buddha, what is there to pay respects to?"

After saying this, he casually threw the prayer beads onto the ground.

"We'll use a trick to shift the blame, that way they won't be able to trace this back to the Shangqing Sect."

Jiang Chen was stunned—they could actually do that? Wasn't that a bit wrong?

Xue Xichang saw Jiang Chen's hesitation and said: "Junior Brother, don't feel sorry for those bald donkeys. It's bad enough they don't engage in production themselves, but they also widely promote Buddhism among the common people, leading them to pay respects to Buddha."

"Tell me, if everyone in the world paid respects to Buddha and everyone was idle, what would this world become?"

Jiang Chen thought about it carefully and felt a chill run down his spine.

The two brothers then left to find the Daoist in green, and as they departed, the barrier around the side hall completely vanished.

The yamen runner hadn't seen Magistrate Zhao Kuo come out for a long time, so he gathered his courage and went up to knock on the door.

"My Lord? My Lord, are you still there, My Lord?"

But there was no response from inside, and the yamen runner didn't dare to enter without permission, so he could only shake his head and leave.

The next day, when the County Lieutenant came to the yamen, he discovered that Magistrate Zhao Kuo had died in the yamen!

That is a story for later. When the old man in green realized he could no longer sense Magistrate Zhao Kuo's life force, his temple twitched. He immediately sensed something was wrong and hurriedly fled.

"Daoist Priest, are you heading out? Shouldn't you tell the Magistrate?"

The yamen runner guarding the gate saw him and asked curiously.

"Yes, just tell your Magistrate in a while. I remembered I have some business back at the temple, so I won't stay any longer."

After saying this, he left in a hurry.

The gatekeeper watched the old man in green leave in a rush and couldn't help but be curious—what kind of business could make this old immortal act so flustered?

After a while, two more Daoists emerged from inside: a young man with a thick beard and a handsome, dashing young Daoist.

"Two Daoist Priests, is there business back at the temple too?" the yamen runner asked curiously.

"Hm? What do you mean?" Jiang Chen asked.

"Just now, the Daoist in green said there was an urgent matter at the temple and headed that way." As he spoke, the yamen runner helpfully pointed out a direction for them.

Jiang Chen bowed: "Many thanks."

Xue Xichang then tapped the yamen runner between the eyebrows, erasing this part of his memory.

"Today, we have never been here."

After the two had walked far away, the yamen runner woke up from his daze, "Strange, why am I so out of it today?"

...

The old Daoist in green hurried toward the outskirts of the county town, even changing his green robe into a hemp garment to disguise himself.

Unfortunately, outside the city, he was still intercepted by Jiang Chen and his brother.

Looking at the two Maoshan Disciples standing before him, the old man in green couldn't stop cold sweat from breaking out.

"Your Excellency, are you not going to extend the life of that corrupt official anymore?"

The old man in green's cultivation was not weak; he had already stepped into the Dao Entry Realm.

However, his cultivation was impure and mixed; even Jiang Chen could easily take him down, let alone Xue Xichang.

The old man in green understood very well that it was fine to fool around in front of Magistrate Zhao Kuo, but if he really encountered trouble, he had to flee for his life quickly.

He looked at the wisp of resentful soul in Xue Xichang's palm and finally understood how the other party had caught up to him so quickly.

Knowing he couldn't hide it any longer, he simply said: "What are you two Fellow Daoists saying? I just saw that the Magistrate was desperate to survive and couldn't bear to see it, so I helped him out."

Jiang Chen's expression turned slightly cold: "You couldn't bear to see that corrupt official suffer, yet you showed no mercy toward the common people."

The Daoist in green frowned slightly: "Two Fellow Daoists, I have slain demons and eliminated devils, and I have saved hundreds and thousands of common people. Today, I only took a few dozen to use as resources—is that excessive?"

"Moreover, for those of us who cultivate the Dao, escaping the sea of suffering and reaching the other shore is what we should pursue. We already have an essential difference from Mortals. In our eyes, how are they any different from pigs?"

Hearing this, Jiang Chen felt a chill in his heart. He could tell that this old Daoist truly believed this.

In this era, there are likely many people who think this way, and who have the same thoughts as this Daoist.

Even in the modern era, don't some high officials and noblemen treat ordinary people like lambs?

"Before you cultivated the Dao, how were you any different from those Mortals? Today, when you kill them, have you ever thought that you are killing the you of yesterday?" Jiang Chen shouted.

The old man in green smiled disdainfully: "I have diligently cultivated and trained, isn't it just to escape the fate of a pig?"

Xue Xichang snorted coldly: "Junior Brother, no need to say more to him. Since you believe in the principle of the weak being prey to the strong, and in the current situation I am strong and you are weak, it is only fitting that you suffer this calamity!"

The old man in green's expression finally changed, and he shrieked: "You are unreasonable!"

Xue Xichang drew his tang dynasty straight sword: "Reason? My sword is the reason!"

The old Daoist in green looked ferocious and took out a golden bell, shaking it.

Immediately, sand and stones flew in the forest, and two black shadows darted out, pouncing toward Jiang Chen.

"I was waiting for my zombies, what were you waiting for?"

"These are two Hairy Zombies I painstakingly cultivated; they can even clash with a cultivator in the Xuanguang Realm. They just haven't tasted the blood of a cultivator yet—today is the perfect day to feed my treasures! Hehehe!"

Jiang Chen panicked upon hearing this. Xuanguang Realm? He was only at the Qi Induction Stage; he was two major Realms behind. Could he fight?

He hurriedly formed hand seals, and a glittering Golden Light Incantation blasted out.

"Boom!"

One zombie collided head-on with the Golden Light Incantation, shattering into pieces like tofu hitting a rock.

"Huh? So fragile?" Jiang Chen was stunned.

But the other zombie had already pounced, yet before it could touch Jiang Chen's body, a barrier of golden light popped out from him.

When the zombie's hands touched this golden barrier, it immediately made a "sizzling" sound, and a puff of black smoke rose.

Immediately after, the zombie was sent flying backward at an even faster speed.

"Isn't this thing supposed to be able to clash with the Xuanguang Realm? When did I become a Mystic Light cultivator?"

Xue Xichang sneered: "What Xuanguang Realm? At most, it's only at the Late Stage of Dao Entry. This evil Daoist is just gilding his own lily. Plus, our Maoshan Daoist arts are the best in the world; our strength at the same level is a notch above other Schools."

"And your Golden Light Incantation is the most effective at restraining such evil spirits, so naturally, you can defeat a stronger opponent."

The old man in green saw that his two zombies had been defeated by Jiang Chen without any ability to fight back.

Seeing that there was seemingly an even more powerful one beside him who hadn't even made a move, he was immediately frightened until his face turned pale.

Since when did a random Disciple from Maoshan become so powerful?