The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha-Chapter 269 - 268: I thought you were just imitating, but you’ve already surpassed it!
Chapter 269: Chapter 268: I thought you were just imitating, but you’ve already surpassed it!
The immortals who had been coaxed over by Zhunti instantly regretted it upon seeing this chaotic mess. They would’ve been better off meditating in their own cave abodes!
In one word: chaos.
Jieyin wasn’t skilled in governance, and Zhunti was still injured. The two of them were so overwhelmed that they couldn’t sort out the current state of Buddhism. After all, many of the means they could use against outsiders weren’t suitable for their own people.
Buddhism was now short on money, land, and people.
The duo had no choice but to ask the Eastern Saints for help.
"You better come up with something, or we can’t hold on any longer!"
What they really needed now was a CEO.
With Zhunti injured, he couldn’t afford to spend all his time here. But he truly couldn’t handle the situation at hand. "You Three Pure Ones pick someone who’ll satisfy both of us!"
The awareness of the Five Saints convened across great distances. Taishan Laozi had plenty on his mind but kept his eyes closed and said nothing for now.
Yuanshi Tianzun first glanced at Guanyin. Her intentions weren’t a secret to him, and he didn’t have much to say. "Go if you must."
But in the eyes of the two saints of the West, Guanyin wasn’t fit to manage Buddhism. Simply put, they looked down on her; she was too kind-hearted and unsuitable.
In fact, the duo already had their sights set on someone: Duobao Daoist, the eldest disciple of the Jie Sect.
Duobao, a Second Corpse Quasi-Saint, was unparalleled in fortune, talent, and comprehension. Apart from the Six Saints under the Mystic Sect, the only one who could rival him was Great Master Xuan Du.
But Great Master Xuan Du was Taiqing’s sole heir, and compared to Duobao’s administrative skills as a sect leader, there was no real competition.
The duo didn’t hide their intentions, and Tongtian Sect Master immediately saw through their thoughts.
Without much ado, he simply replied with one word: "Scram."
To Tongtian, Duobao was like his own son—how could he possibly send him off to Buddhism?
Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance. The other disciples of the Jie Sect all had glaring flaws and were simply unqualified.
Jin Ling was somewhat reckless; Old Zhao spent all his time orbiting around his sisters; Yunxiao was actually decent, but her issues were similar to Zhao Gongming’s.
As for Nezha, a disciple under Nuwa, not only was he an only heir, but in their eyes, he was just a troublemaker, a reckless brat.
Manage Buddhism? With an axe, perhaps?
The Three Pure Ones didn’t elaborate further; their stance was clear—this was something Jieyin and Zhunti would just have to endure themselves.
And what would happen if they didn’t manage it? Try not managing it!
The Six Saints held exalted positions in the Primordial Era, each bearing great responsibilities. If you shirked yours, were you planning to abandon your Saint Position as well?
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The awareness of the five saints dissipated, each returning to their domains.
Atop Lingshan, Saints Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged glances.
Jieyin’s expression grew even more bitter.
Zhunti’s face shifted slightly. Turning on his heel, the kasaya on his body transformed back into a Daoist robe.
Jieyin instantly guessed what Zhunti was thinking.
"Junior Brother, is this really necessary?"
Zhunti’s expression remained unchanged as he replied, "Senior Brother, it’s just a matter of face—why care about such things?"
With that, the two of them crossed into Chaos. Searching for some time, they arrived at an ordinary Daoist Temple, with the words "Zixiao Palace" inscribed above its gate.
The dignified Saint Zhunti burst into tears the moment he entered the Zixiao Palace, wailing miserably.
The other four saints: "..."
This was all thanks to Hao Tian setting such a great precedent!
Hong Jun looked down at the pitiful sight of Zhunti groveling below and felt at a total loss for words. How had this shameless act become a skill everyone had mastered?
But it was Hong Jun himself who had decreed the prosperity of the Western Sect. Now, however, it lacked people, money, and land.
He couldn’t very well contradict his own decree. Moreover, the duo was, after all, working on his behalf.
Using force was an option, but it wasn’t necessary. In the Primordial Era, rules mattered most.
The best solution was to use incentives.
"Come."
This singular word simultaneously resounded in the minds of the other four saints.
The four saints’ expressions shifted. Not daring to delay, they immediately set off for Zixiao Palace.
Nuwa, mumbling as she traveled, muttered, "What’s this lousy Buddhist Sect got to do with me? I was just enjoying watching Zhunti and Jieyin hit a wall."
The four saints varied in their distance from the Chaos Purple Cloud Palace, and their speeds differed as well. Still, they all arrived uniformly at the palace gates.
Exchanging glances, their expressions were ugly.
Entering the Zixiao Palace, they found Zhunti lying on the ground, bawling his eyes out, tears streaming down his face.
As a saint, Zhunti was naturally extraordinarily handsome—so much so that calling him a "pretty boy" would be an insult. Yet, his exaggerated weeping had twisted his features to the point of being comical.
The Four Saints: "..."
Everyone knew Zhunti lacked shame, but they hadn’t imagined he could sink to such depths.
The most furious among the four were Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Sect Master, both of whom felt that being called a saint alongside this man was an insult.
Zhunti sensed the arrival of the Four Saints but showed no signs of stopping; instead, he cried even louder!
"Teacher, the West has always been impoverished. My senior brother and I have been painstakingly nurturing the earth veins to improve the state of the West. Our accomplishments may not be great, but our efforts are genuine. Now, with the Demon Dao ravaging and internal chaos within our sect, we two brothers are truly at our wit’s end!"
The Four Saints: "..."
They had thought Zhunti was simply imitating Hao Tian’s act. Little did they know, he had now surpassed him!
Even Hao Tian hadn’t cried this convincingly.
At this moment, Hong Jun finally spoke. "You are all saints of the Primordial Era. Since his Buddhist Sect is lacking in personnel, each of you should send some disciples over."
The words were oddly familiar—it was the same routine as during the Sealing God Tribulation.
Taishan Laozi and Nuwa closed their eyes without saying a word. They each had only one heir—this matter had nothing to do with them.
Having gone through this before, Yuanshi Tianzun immediately spoke: "My disciples suffered heavy losses during the Sealing God Tribulation. How about I send Manjusri and Puxian to you instead?"
Yuanshi Tianzun’s words were fair enough. Out of his Twelve Golden Immortals, three had been forced onto the Divine Rankings, one had gone rogue, and among the rest, apart from a wall-facing meditator, only Guang Chengzi remained intact.
This now shifted the pressure back onto Tongtian Sect Master.
Tongtian Sect Master, watching this familiar scenario play out, was fuming. What, were they just going to keep exploiting the Jie Sect?
His disciples, once numbering in the tens of thousands, had been slaughtered by the thousands during the Divine Enthronement calamity. Going to a banquet cost him another few thousand. Now there were only four or five thousand left.
But under Hong Jun’s pressure, Tongtian couldn’t possibly refuse outright.
After mulling it over for a long while, Tongtian finally said, "I have a disciple, Luo Xuan, who is adept at fire techniques and can join Buddhism."
Zhunti froze mid-cry. What he wanted was Duobao, and here you were offering him some outer sect disciple, Luo Xuan. Who do you think you’re fooling?
Without hesitation, he resumed his wailing!
The Three Pure Ones and Nuwa simultaneously made faces of disdain. Good thing this was happening in the Zixiao Palace—had it been in the Primordial Era, the saint’s reputation would’ve been utterly ruined by now.
Yuanshi Tianzun, knowing that Zhunti wouldn’t stop without gaining more benefits, added, "I also have a disciple, Ju Liusun. I’ll send him to your Buddhist Sect as well."
He paused before continuing, "Third Brother, you have so many disciples. How about offering a few more to them?"
Taishan Laozi kept his own counsel and remained silent.
Yuanshi Tianzun still held disdain for Tongtian Sect Master’s disciples. During the Sealing God Tribulation, the Jie Sect had lost five or six thousand disciples, while the Chan Sect had lost seven or eight. In Yuanshi Tianzun’s eyes, the entirety of the Jie Sect couldn’t compare to even one of his disciples.
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