Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 578 - 372: Pointing the Halberd at the Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple, Temple Slaves by the Thousands, The Daoist’s Fury_2
A jade bottle was thrown out by Yi Chen.
"Can't deliver it."
Yi Chen: "...."
"The escort won't arrive until afternoon," Yu Youzi shook his head, tossing the jade bottle back.
Fuck, you gave me a fright!
Yi Chen thought the unexpected had happened without any surprise.
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The setting sun in the west was like melting gold.
The clouds near the horizon were dyed crimson by the sunset.
Yi Chen threw the Kui Wood Wolf, who lay like a dead dog, onto the grassy hilltop where Miao Zi and the others were, with a thud.
The process was somewhat convoluted, but the result was good.
The Kui Wood Wolf, with a swollen pig's head, was safely brought back by him in the end.
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As for the Reincarnation Pill, it naturally was handed over to the Purgatory Demon Sect by Yi Chen.
He always felt that the Reincarnation Pill in his hand was a bit sinister; sold twice and indirectly returned to his hands, he had long since wanted to rid of it, and now it just happened to serve as an experiment.
At this time, in the distant green mountains, the secret chamber of the Purgatory Demon Sect.
With a jade bottle in hand, Sang Qingzi looked towards Yu Youzi with a complex expression and said, "Ancestor Uncle Master, this Supreme Lord Tan Lang really is a straightforward person. I've used numerous secret techniques to check, and there's nothing wrong with the medicinal pill. Although some of its potency has leaked away, it is indeed a top-notch treasure pill."
"Had the Wansoul Banner not been severely damaged, we would have even made a profit from this exchange."
Yu Youzi stole a glance at Sang Qingzi, his complexion suddenly turning pale as he spat out a mouthful of blood in reversal.
"Ancestor Uncle Master, what's wrong with you? Ancestor Uncle Master." Sang Qingzi immediately panicked. Yu Youzi was the cornerstone of their Purgatory Demon Sect, essential to their stability.
After taking and ingesting a pill, Yu Youzi finally spoke hoarsely with a pale face:
"Problem or not, get rid of this thing as quickly as possible. Sell it to those bald donkeys; this is the best strategy. Remember to get rid of it quickly. I feel something was off about the man's gaze when he left."
"Send the orders. From now on, whenever you see this man, keep a distance of at least three miles and do not conflict with him! Sang Qingzi, times are changing. Now that dragons and snakes are rising on land, our Sect's precious treasure, the Demon Eyeball Jade, can only be used one last time. You must be careful and cautious."
"Remember my words, speedy winds sweep the fields, but only the bending grass survives! The future of the Purgatory Demon Sect depends on you!"
"Go now, my lifespan isn't much, and from today, I shall enter the Death Meditation, the final leap!"
A sudden gust of wind exploded forth, pushing Sang Qingzi out of the secret chamber, and the black doors of the chamber slammed shut abruptly.
Bang!
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North of Luo, the Buddhist Kingdom of a thousand miles, temple slaves of Wanmin Temple, fertile fields as far as the eye can see.
As the heartland of the Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple, even the former Da Yue found it difficult to intervene in the territory around the Sect.
Through various overt and covert means, the surrounding thousand miles of the Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple had become an earthly Buddha nation. Countless devotees abandoned their homes and occupations to offer tributes to the Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple, with deeds to the lands going into the temple's hands.
With the Buddhist Sect's surge in power during the Daoist-Buddhist struggle, this situation became even more severe. Even the former Da Yue suffered some minor losses in the spell battle with the Heavenly Dragon Temple and could do nothing but cease its operations and maintain a facade of peace.
"Liu Dechu, it's about time to hand over this year's field taxes to the Buddha Lord, isn't it?" Huang Feiren said to an old farmer wrapped in torn cloth, a face full of brutality and reeking of alcohol.
He kicked the courtyard door open and grabbed the old farmer by the hair, throwing him to the ground.
Huang Feiren's temples bulged oddly. The Huang family was a power attached to an external department of the Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple, responsible for overseeing several thousand acres of land. Knowing some heterodox techniques and with a shallow cultivation, his job was to do such dirty work.
As Da Yue's influence receded, guarding the two capitals, lords arose like weeds across Central Continent, and the pattern of interests was redrawn.
"Lord Huang, I really don't have any spare money left. Wasn't all the field tax for this year already paid to the Da Yue imperial court?"
"Haha, Da Yue? Da Yue is gone. Old Liu, open your dog eyes and see, you are now on lands under the protection of the Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple. Are you still clinging to Da Yue?" Huang Feiren slapped Old Liu's face with a backhand, a blow so powerful it knocked the torn cloth from Old Liu's head to the ground,
"Let me tell you, what's past is past, and what's now is now. Today's field taxes must be paid. If not, pledge your fields to the Heavenly Dragon Temple. From now on, farm when busy and go to the mines to dig for gold when free, wouldn't that be beautiful? If you still refuse, you can take a loan, mortgaging this house. I, the kind-hearted one, will count it as one hundred taels for you. Next month, just pay back two hundred taels including principle and interest, hahaha."
"You... you... The old man will go and explain to the high monks of the Heavenly Dragon Temple."
"Hehe, I'm not afraid to tell you. The high monks of the Heavenly Dragon Temple have already leased out these thousands of miles to our Huang family. Every year, my Huang family offers so much gold, silver, manpower, and resources to the high monks. Old Liu, do you think they don't know? I'm afraid you won't even make it to the foot of the Heavenly Dragon Temple."
Huang Feiren scoffed as he grabbed Liu Dechu's collar and landed two solid punches on him, followed by a kick that sent Liu Dechu's gate flying open.
At that moment, a woman inside the room screamed in terror.
"Oh, Old Liu, you have a daughter! From a stubborn bamboo comes a fine shoot. I'm kind-hearted and have read a few scriptures myself, so let's bless your daughter."
"Beast! Beast!"
"Ah! Don't come over! Don't!"
"Please! Please!"
"Haha, thrilling, so thrilling!"
Cries, pleas, wild laughter, and sobbing intertwined, making the world seem like hell.
Two cups of tea time later, Huang Feiren pulled up his pants, spat on the face of the lying Liu Dechu, crouched down, and patted his worn face:
