Chapter 1577: Chapter 1577

Fengling’s skin, in this golden light, seemed to be coated with a layer of gold paint.

Layer upon layer, piece by piece, soon she was marked with the golden curse seal of the Buddhist Sect.

Finally, the golden light dissipated. She sat cross-legged in the hall, her golden skin resembling a sculpture of gold.

The Little Kirin was dumbfounded, staring blankly at his father.

Long Fei furrowed his brows slightly, thinking this Buddhist Secret Technique indeed has its wonders, able to imprint a lifetime’s cultivation directly onto another person.

It’s like the Daoist’s profound skills, passing a move to someone else.

Fengling’s brows were tightly knit, as if she had undergone a baptism, uttering an "Amitabha" after.

All the golden marks on her body vanished, sinking beneath her skin.

The old Monk clasped his hands and said, "Congratulations to Master for attaining the Golden Body Arhat Fruit."

The young nun was obviously startled, hastily waving her hands, "Master, what are you saying? How can this disciple be called master?"

The old Monk laughed and said, "With the past life’s body, cultivating the fruit of this life, that is enough to be called master."

The young nun was a bit bewildered but understood the old Monk’s meaning.

The old Monk instructed, "The master’s karmic relationship with our temple has ended. From now on, follow Daoist Long for cultivation."

Long Fei looked at the old Monk, thinking you’ve left quite unburdened, handing this mystery of a master to me?

The young nun was anxious, "Master doesn’t want this disciple anymore?"

The old Monk said, "Karma arises and exhausts, but a mere journey of cultivation."

He clasped his hands in a Buddhist chant, turned, and exited the door.

The Little Kirin shook his head, thinking this convenient old dad is right, the Buddhist Sect truly is not to be entered.

The way they speak is always mystical, leaving people confused.

The young nun watched her master leaving, standing there at a loss.

The Little Kirin went over and grabbed her, happily shouting, "Sister Fengling, did you hear? Your master wants you to follow my father from now on, so we can be together every day."

Long Fei was sweating, thinking this kid is really something, knowing how to charm girls at such a young age.

Charming is one thing, but how dare you fool around even with disciples of the Buddhist Sect.

Be careful, the Patriarch Buddha might manifest and strike down with Five Thunderbolts.

Fengling felt a bitter smile, feeling like she was sold to Long Fei by her master. Anxiously, she asked Long Fei, "Benefactor, what exactly is going on?"

Long Fei sighed, "What’s happening? Your master handed you, this hot potato, over to me."

He put away the Bodhi bead, signaling the Little Kirin to leave.

The Little Kirin pulled Fengling along, whether she was willing or not, happily accompanying her out.

Outside, Fengling, with a crowd of fellow junior brothers watching her, blushed and lowered her head, pulling her small hand from the Little Kirin’s.

They, having received the old Monk’s instructions, dared not stop Long Fei from taking Fengling away.

As Long Fei passed through the garden, a Monk suddenly stuck out his leg, blocking their path, "Benefactor, please wait."

Long Fei raised his brow, "What is it?"

The Monk rubbed his hands, with a sly smile, "Benefactor, taking away this monk’s junior sister, surely you must leave something behind?"

Fengling was embarrassed, "Senior Brother Hui Kong, what are you doing?"

The Monk looked at her, "Junior Sister Fengling, you know, Senior Brother’s days have been quite tight lately. After all, your benefactor is wealthy, wouldn’t it be better if he could help Senior Brother out?"

Fengling angrily said, "Senior Brother, last time you took people’s money and gave them bad advice, telling them to drink young servants’ blood to control corpse poison, and Master punished you with a year of wall meditation, have you not learned?"

Hui Kong coughed twice, "Junior Sister, why mention the past, aren’t those all bygones?"

He didn’t argue with Fengling, turning to Long Fei, "This monk doesn’t care which household’s Daoist you are, taking my junior sister must give travel expenses. Even in ’Journey to the West’, Monk Tang had to be given a purple gold bowl to fetch scriptures from the Western Heaven. Such a pretty and lovely junior sister of mine can’t be taken for free."

The Little Kirin yelled, "In the pure lands of the Buddhist Domain, to think there’s such a shameless Monk!"

Long Fei looked at Hui Kong, letting out a sneer, suddenly recalling the matter of drinking young servants’ blood to control corpse poison.

This pertained to the disputes with the real estate tycoon Wuu Family back when in the mundane world.

The Wuu Family’s Wuu Decai had two sons, eldest son Wuu Xudong and youngest son Wuu Yaodong.

Wuu Xudong once hired a corpse-driving Daoist to deal with Long Fei, but instead of killing Long Fei, he got infected with the corpse poison himself.

To control the corpse poison, his father came here and got the secret recipe for young servants’ blood from this little Monk.

Because of this, countless young servants in Binhai City suffered. Orıginal content can be found at 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝘯𝘦𝘵

Long Fei didn’t expect the source to be on this troublemaker’s body.

He instructed the Little Kirin, "Son, kill this shameless, black-hearted Monk!"

Fengling was shocked, quickly yelling at Long Fei, "What nonsense are you saying? In the Buddhist Domain, how can you indulge in killing recklessly?"

Hui Kong was also scared, pointing at Long Fei and shouting, "You, you dare to act so presumptuously in our Temple of Spiritual Mountain!"

The Little Kirin looked at Long Fei, showing a bit of eagerness.

Long Fei said coldly, "What kind of Buddhist Holy Land breeds such a black-hearted Monk, encouraging using young servants’ blood to cure, it’s simply outrageous."

The Little Kirin cried out, "Then he really should be killed!"

A streak of red light flashed from his arm, and he punched towards Monk Hui Kong.

Hui Kong shouted, "Impudent!"

He was a warrior Monk of this temple, having long unblocked the governor and conception vessels, how could he regard a child.

He raised his foot, kicking towards the Little Kirin.

The two collided mid-air with a thud, Hui Kong screamed miserably, feeling as if his foot had hit an ox, the leg bone snapped, jutting out from his thigh.

The crimson blood quickly stained his monk’s robe red.

Fengling’s face changed drastically, rushing up to protect him, shouting at the Little Kirin, "You, you ruthless little guy, if you keep this up, I will ignore you."

The Little Kirin actually listened to her, putting down his hands, hurriedly blaming Long Fei, "Not my fault, it’s my dad who wanted me to beat him, don’t be mad, okay!"

"Hey, you little brat, how can you be afraid of a wife already?"

Long Fei kicked him on the butt, making Fengling so frustrated she wanted to beat the two of them.

She placed her hand on Hui Kong’s leg, screaming like a slaughtered pig, a golden light forced out, repositioning Hui Kong’s bone.

The blood that had been gushing out was quickly stopped by her.

The healing hand seal of the Buddhist Sect?

Long Fei’s brows furrowed, staring at Fengling’s technique, amazed secretly.

She tore a piece of cloth from her monk’s robe to stabilize Hui Kong’s bone, scolding him, "Senior Brother, this tribulation is the karmic result of your past harms. Hope you’ll mend your ways and harbor no harmful intentions, or even the Patriarch Buddha won’t be able to help you."

Hui Kong dared not say more, quickly making way, allowing Long Fei and this Little Kirin, these two demon-like figures, to leave.

Long Fei thought, people should not be killed, otherwise Fengling would fight him desperately.

He signaled the Little Kirin with a glance, letting him take Fengling away.

Following behind, as he passed by Hui Kong, he deliberately stepped on Hui Kong’s broken leg.

A miserable scream, the newly healed wound of Hui Kong split open instantly, and he fainted directly from the pain.