585: Chapter 412 585: Chapter 412 “Alas, this is such a sin, Amitabha, all is well, all is well!” The elder of the Buddhist Sect helped to prevent those people from suffering greater injuries.
The air was filled with the stench of blood, and as gusts of wind swept through the sky, the rebounding spiritual energy was controlled with the help of several powerful beings.
The elder of the Sword Sect Su Clan nearly suffered an injury from the rebounding spiritual energy, his vital energy was damaged, and he secretly circulated his energy to repair his body.
“Such formidable rebounding force…” The elder of the Knife Sect Lin Clan felt somewhat fortunate that he had not been like the elder of the Sword Sect Su Clan, thinking his divine ability could break the formation and the Buddhist seal.
“Sigh, I told you all it was a seal from an Immortal of the Buddhist Law, how could we, who have yet to become Immortals, possibly manage or resolve it, unless there was a way to undo the seal!” The elder of the Buddhist Sect now spoke with a hint of being wise after the event and a bit of mockery toward them, who could blame them for not heeding his words and causing some innocent people to get hurt, some might even die!
“Hmph, aren’t you a member of the Buddhist Sect?
You can’t even break the seal, no wonder you’re here babbling nonstop, you’re useless!” The elder of the Sword Sect Su Clan vented his anger on the elder of the Buddhist Sect.
“Amitabha, all is well, all is well.
How can you blame me, you old lunatic?
I already told you to worship Buddha often, as our Buddha is merciful.
You don’t kneel even when you see a Divine Buddha, and now you blame me!” The elder of the Buddhist Sect felt wronged, giving these old lunatics a good scolding.
Jiang Tang, the creator of the formation seal, had not anticipated that the backlash would be so fierce.
He felt a bit guilty for harm to the innocent, but all cultivators defy the heavens in their practice.
If anyone learned a lesson from their injuries this time, it would also be a good thing for them.
As for whether there were any deaths, Jiang Tang checked, and stealthily gave a pill to each person who was severely injured and seemed to be dying, which could be considered an opportunity for the injured.
It’s possible that after taking this pill, not only would their wounds heal, but it could also purge the impurities from their bodies and possibly even enhance their cultivation.
In compensating in this way, Jiang Tang was not so Buddhist-minded; it’s best for those who cultivate to possess a kind heart.
He could clearly sense those cultivators falling from the sky, landing at the foot of a mountain or on the mountain next door, severely injured and thinking they were going to die, continuously vomiting blood.
Some even took out healing Pills and Spirit Supplement Pills from their bodies and swallowed them.
As people lay there vomiting blood, thinking they couldn’t escape this calamity, suddenly it seemed as if a pill entered their mouths, immediately turning into spiritual energy.
The pain and severe injuries in their bodies, internal injuries, and broken limbs no longer hurt, and they gradually began to heal, with wounds on their bodies slowly scabbing over and falling off.
From being severely injured to transforming, it all happened in the span of a breath or two.
In such a short time, the severely injured person had recovered, severed limbs became as agile as before, and even the impurities in their bodies slowly seeped out, giving a sensation of undergoing Marrow Cleansing.
Sensing this special change, irrespective of the blood and stench on their bodies, they immediately meditated to shield themselves from the surging spiritual energy.
After another hour passed, these people who had been severely injured realized they had successfully made a breakthrough.
They then performed Purification Magic on the blood and impurities on their bodies.
“I have advanced my cultivation…”
These people, without regard to appropriateness, shouted out their elation, which could be heard from afar.
The elder of the Sword Sect Su Clan, nagged by our elder, initially felt guilty for causing so many people to be injured or die but got progressively more annoyed by the old man’s incessant nagging and eventually became furious!
“You phony monk, talking about ‘Buddhist Sect, Buddhist Sect!’ with your sham kindness, drinking liquor, eating dog meat, and taking a wife, you fake monks don’t deserve to be called merciful like my Buddha.
No wonder you don’t understand the Buddhist Seal; it must be because your ancestors lacked the ability to pass it on to you, right?
Now I know you aren’t real monks, incapable of handling this matter, hmph!”
The elder of the Buddhist Sect was just as the Sword Sect elder described.
He had a wife and children; his wife was dead, but his children were still alive, yet they were not as capable as him.
Watching his lifespan approach its end, that was the sorrow of a cultivator, unable to ascend further and then reaching the end of life, dying in regret.
If there was a chance to advance a level, it would not be worth their desperate struggles on the difficult path of cultivation against the heavens.
He was called a fake monk, and only these few old fellows dared to say so; if anyone with lower cultivation did, they’d be smacked to death with a palm.
Just as the elderly ancestor from Sword Sect sarcastically noted, it was quite normal for him to drink and eat dog meat.
Although he had been in seclusion these past few years, people still brought him food.
If he had been living in asceticism for hundreds of years, that would have driven him mad much earlier.
He wasn’t really compassionate as a true monk should be; he would still kill those who needed to be killed, without any mercy.
As for those within the Buddhist Sect, there were also those whose hearts lacked compassion; such people were generally traitors.
The old ancestor of the Buddhist Sect couldn’t restrain himself and retorted with some words of his own.
Previously, the old ancestor from Taoist Sect and the old ancestor from Buddhist Sect were quarreling, but now it had turned into an argument between the old ancestor of the Buddhist Sect and Sword Sect.
“Hahaha, that’s so true.
You hypocritical monk, instead of wasting time prattling here, you’d be better off saving people!” The old ancestor from Taoist Sect now had an ally and relentlessly mocked the old ancestor of the Buddhist Sect.
These two old fellows, ganging up on him, left the Buddhist Sect with no choice but to think that these worldly people were unlovable.
He wanted to ignore them, but they were right; he was indeed capable of saving people.
His heart softened for a moment, and he prepared to save people.
“Eh, that’s not right…!”
They began paying attention to every little movement in the surrounding hundreds of miles and discovered that those cultivators who had been injured before not only had their wounds gradually heal but were also increasing their cultivation.
They found this strange too, and after hearing the overjoyed cultivators talk about their increased cultivation, some couldn’t understand it.
So, one of them grabbed a cultivator to interrogate.
That cultivator was in the midst of his joy when he was suddenly hoisted into the air, bewildered and dizzy, he heard an aged voice asking him a question.
He had already felt the tremendous power and force, not knowing why he was captured but also clearly understood that this person had much greater abilities.
If he didn’t respond properly, he might be killed by this person.
The pain of his near-fatal injuries was not something he wanted to experience again.
Now, cultivators on this path of cultivation might have already encountered many hardships, and those who had not are like flowers in a greenhouse, not fit for venturing here.
“Elder, just now I was critically injured by a powerful blow and thought I would die if I fell.
When I hit the ground and could still move my hand, I ate two Pills for healing and supplementing spiritual energy.
Then suddenly, I felt a Pill in my mouth, and inexplicably, my wounds started healing, and I took the opportunity to improve my cultivation with the flow of spiritual energy,” he explained.
The old ancestor from Sword Sect finally understood why these people who had been injured were instantly healed.
Someone had secretly saved them and given them high-quality Pills to consume, and they were indeed fortunate.
“Amitabha, how meritorious, someone secretly did a good deed!” spoke the old master of the Buddhist Sect, voicing the thoughts of the other ancestors; they would probably use spiritual energy to save them or perhaps Pills, but if it were truly valuable Pills, they would be reluctant to part with them.
There weren’t a few injured; without explanation, there were a few hundred.
They marveled at the generosity of this benefactor.
After the captured person finished speaking, he heard some very authoritative voices, but he couldn’t see where they were coming from.
He then felt the grip on him loosen as his captor released him.
He fled like a shot, thinking that however valuable the mountains of gold and silver energy were below, they paled in comparison to his life.
This close call had preserved his life, and he had also improved his cultivation.
Good fortune had followed misfortune.
He ran even farther, unconcerned with whoever might possess the gold and silver treasures below, as it was none of the concern of someone with low capabilities like him.
Quietly, just like him, the dozens, the hundreds who had been injured, quietly withdrew even farther, fearing they might not be so lucky next time and could indeed die.