Chapter 516: Chapter 122: Flying Snow Hall

The Buddhist chant did not last long; after the chanting ended, many people lingered in the experience, enthralled and intoxicated.

Luo Qi and Lin Ling’Er were quickly awakened by Guo Heng’s reminder.

"This monk has formidable skills!"

Luo Qi was secretly shocked and whispered, "If one is not on guard, it’s easy to fall into his trap."

Guo Heng said, "This person is skilled in the Sound Rhythm Technique, which confuses the mind. In our sect, only Senior Sister’s Jade Flute can counter such Buddhist chant. Even if I intervene, I’d need to be cautious against him."

Luo Qi looked at Zagu on the Magic Altar, a hint of wariness in his eyes.

Originally, he had boasted outside the temple, wanting to test the skills of this Esoteric Monk.

Now, however, a trace of hesitation arose in his heart.

"Lascivious monk, prepare to die!"

At that moment, a light reprimand came from below.

Several glints of cold light shot through the air, darting straight at Zagu Monk’s chest!

Following closely, a petite and agile figure unfolded her Body Technique, clutching a long sword as she flew toward the Magic Altar.

"It’s the Ice Soul Needle!"

Guo Heng, with his strong Eye Power, recognized the origin of the hidden weapon from what seemed like mere glints in others’ eyes.

"A disciple of Flying Snow Hall?"

Lin Ling’Er, hearing of the Ice Soul Needle, immediately guessed the identity of the coming individual.

Originally a sect from the Northern Divine Continent, Flying Snow Hall later crossed to Yizhou to establish their sect, known for its Sword Skill.

Their Sword Skill is ethereal and agile, like wild geese flying over the Snow Mountain, located near Xiling and renowned alongside Ba Mountain Sword Sect, the Cyan City Sword Sect, and others.

The Ice Soul Needle is Flying Snow Hall’s unique hidden weapon. Those struck by it will suffer from cold poison; without an antidote or Inner Qi healing to expel the poison, they will gradually lose warmth and perish—a very formidable weapon.

In an instant, several Ice Soul Needles arrived, seemingly about to pierce the chest, yet Zagu Monk seemed oblivious to them, still sitting cross-legged, unmoving, merely with a faint smile on his face.

In a flash, several Ice Soul Needles embedded themselves into Zagu Monk’s chest!

"Did it hit?"

Lin Ling’Er was slightly taken aback.

Luo Qi stared fixedly at Zagu Monk on the Magic Altar.

Guo Heng’s expression remained calm.

It’s not that simple.

Looking at the Body Technique, this disciple couldn’t have cultivated Inner Qi, relying solely on this hidden weapon; how could such harm Zagu Monk?

The Flying Snow Hall girl was in white, quite young, sixteen or seventeen, fair-skinned and naïve-looking, yet her brows showed heroic spirit.

Once on the Magic Altar, seeing her hidden weapon had easily struck Zagu Monk, the girl was somewhat surprised as well.

The girl exclaimed lightly, "Lascivious monk, you’ve already been poisoned with cold, why not surrender willingly!"

Guo Heng, seeing this, shook his head slightly.

Most probably, this girl had just entered Jianghu, acting on a passionate impulse, lacking experience.

Zagu Monk’s calmness indicated he wasn’t hurt at all.

In an inconspicuous corner of Da Kong Temple, a middle-aged couple was watching the direction of the Magic Altar.

The beautiful woman snorted lightly, saying, "I knew Ruoqing is a troubled child, sneaking down the mountain and surely causing trouble! She hasn’t even cultivated Inner Qi and dares to provoke the Esoteric Master; luckily we followed her here."

Muttering some complaints, the beautiful woman grew worried, saying, "Won’t you step in?"

The middle-aged man remained composed, saying quietly, "I don’t see any intention of harm from this Esoteric Monk; let’s observe the situation as it unfolds. It’s a good opportunity for her to learn a lesson."

On the Magic Altar.

Many monks from Da Kong Temple were about to step forward, but Zagu Monk gestured slightly, halting them.

Zagu Monk, always smiling, looked at the girl’s beautiful face, speaking gently, "Don’t worry, the hidden weapons won’t harm me."

As he spoke, Zagu Monk lightly tapped his chest with his palm.

Several crystal-clear Silver Needles flew out, landing in front of him.

"You..."

The girl, shocked, instinctively gripped the long sword in her hand, holding it across her chest.

Zagu Monk sighed softly, saying, "Your spirit is too fierce. If I could dispel your resentment, I would willingly take your strike with this sword, and not evade."

"Do you mean this?"

The girl frowned and asked.

Zagu Monk nodded slightly, saying, "A monk cherishes mercy; during my duels, I never use weapons. Please, make your move."

"Well, that’s what you said!"

The girl’s eyes lit up, stepping forward, slashing her sword towards the top of Zagu Monk’s Skull!

Below, a gasp of shock was heard.

Zagu Monk remained still, eyes fixed on the girl, maintaining his smile.

Seeing Zagu Monk remained entirely unmovable as the blade was about to strike his head, the girl hesitated slightly, adjusting the trajectory, slashing the sword at his arm instead!

Clang!

The slash echoed like the sound of metal clashing!

The girl’s body trembled, she exclaimed in surprise, and the sword slipped from her hand.

At that moment, only to see Zagu Monk extend two fingers, pinching the falling sword and saying, "Weapons are inauspicious; let me take it for you."

As he spoke, the long sword suddenly broke into more than ten pieces!

Zagu Monk rolled his sleeve, gathering the sword fragments in both hands, casually kneading them together into a fist-sized iron sphere!

Showing this technique, a silence fell over the Magic Altar.

Guo Heng even revealed a strange expression.

Knocking away the sword, breaking the weapon with Inner Qi, he could do that.

But to softly break the sword between two fingers, then knead the weapon into an iron sphere like Zagu Monk did, that he couldn’t do.

Someone called, "Young Hero Luo of Ba Mountain Sword Sect, didn’t you say Master Zagu’s Golden Body is a deceitful trick? How about going up for a duel!"

Luo Qi clenched his fists, face solemn.

He had just been astonished by Zagu Monk’s technique, suddenly feeling a hint of doubt.

Could it be this person’s Golden Body truly be immune to blade and spear?

Could it be this person really is the Vajra Reincarnation, thus cultivating such Vajra Indestructible flesh?

Guo Heng sensed Luo Qi’s inner struggle, sighed in his heart, lightly patting his shoulder, saying, "Stop fighting."

"Senior Brother..."

Luo Qi looked towards Guo Heng.

Guo Heng said, "Zagu Monk, being in Da Kong Temple, possesses a strong aura and holds the advantage of time, place, and harmony. With your hesitant heart, you’ve already lost this battle."

A few mocking laughs erupted from around, and Luo Qi hung his head silently, unwilling.

On the Magic Altar, the girl was clearly frightened as well, frozen in place.

Zagu Monk looked at her, with a slightly eerie glow in his eyes, speaking softly, "I am the Vajra of Supreme Joy reincarnated, descending into the world to save sentient beings, divinely blessed, with a Golden Body that protects me."

"If you wish, you can stay by my side and study the Buddhist Teachings together. I am willing to use the Empowerment Method to make you a Consort Ming in the Buddhist Sect, a Vajra Hare Mother, and one day we will ascend to Paradise together..."

The girl, somewhat dazed and irrational, seemed to lose herself, taking a few involuntary steps forward.

In a corner, the middle-aged couple watching this scene showed a chilling gaze.

"All this divine power and Golden Body talk is merely trickery."

This voice emerged within the crowd, yet echoed through every corner of Da Kong Temple, heard distinctly!

Like a wake-up call, the girl suddenly snapped back to herself.

Not far away, Zagu Monk’s smiling face seemed tainted with a hint of sinister, and the girl hastily retreated several steps, visibly terrified.