1113: Chapter 328 Husband_3 1113: Chapter 328 Husband_3 Little Novice Monk pouted, “The grandmaster is deceiving people again.
If the grandmaster truly wanted to save people, shouldn’t he just fly over and save them directly?
Why must people struggle through the refining grounds?
That cursed place intensifies with stronger opponents and it kills people!”
The old monk thumped down on the little novice’s bald head, berating him, “What do you know?
Even with Divergent Buddhist Power, it’s still Big Freedom Bodhisattva’s techniques.
Even though I am proud, I wouldn’t dare claim to surpass that wild monk.”
“The refining grounds are true to their name.
For millions of years, our Yellow Autumn Temple has continually refined its Buddhist charm, already amassing more than the monks combined.
Passing through the refining grounds is like being tempered in a refining furnace.
Although fraught with hardships and dangers, it holds endless Buddhist charm to be infused into one’s body.
I too rely on this Buddhist charm for a mere fifty percent confidence in drawing out Divergent Buddhist Power.”
Against the maneuvers of the Free Bodhisattva, fifty percent confidence was staggeringly high!
Su He took a step forward, reaching the spot the monk had indicated.
Looking ahead, nothing unusual could be seen, just the same fiery and toxic desert, but now with mountains and valleys amidst the dunes.
Here, one mustn’t use Divine Skills any longer.
He had to walk step by step into it, towards the unseen horizon where Green Mountain rose high, and the Buddhist altar was atop it.
Su He took a deep breath, sealed his own True Yuan, and stepped in carrying Ji Feixue.
Without the automatic protection of True Yuan, the desert’s heat wave hit him like flames searing his face.
Taking a step forward, the weather changed abruptly; from a clear sky to suddenly overcast with clouds, and in an instant, a torrential downpour fell.
The rain was not ordinary; each drop was as large as a fist, exploding on the desert floor, each drop capable of shattering dunes as large as houses.
Caught off guard, a drop hit Su He, who grunted dully and nearly fell.
His face contorted.
Each explosion had the power of a house-sized explosion; even if it went on forever, it wouldn’t hurt a single hair on him.
But the rain hitting his body, flowing down, almost made Su He scream out.
Pain!
Heart-wrenching, skin-peeling agony!
Bone-piercing pain!
The pain had nothing to do with defense; the rain hadn’t damaged his body—it was just pure pain.
Cold sweat appeared on Su He’s forehead in an instant, dripping onto the desert floor.
Each drop penetrated the desert beneath his feet, seeping into the ground to form pools.
Su He, being of the Water Dragon Turtle and currently dominated by Xuan Wu, controlled all water elements in the world.
Even his sweat was the essence of water, pure and concentrated.
It only formed pools because of the burden of the Peacock Body; otherwise, the effect would be even more apparent.
Rainwater flowed down onto Ji Feixue’s body.
The sleeping fairy murmured, her body shuddering slightly, and her brows furrowed.
Su He’s wings instantly opened, wrapping in front of him, completely shielding Ji Feixue.
He looked as if dressed in a colorful Peacock duster, with a fairy wrapped inside.
With wings open, covering a larger area, rain pitter-pattered as it fell onto Su He.
Su He trembled violently, struggling with pain that made it difficult to walk.
Atop the Green Mountain, the little novice monk watched Su He’s movements, shuddering with a sympathetic fear.
He turned to the grandmaster and asked, “Grandmaster, how much pain is he in?”
This was the first trial of the refining grounds, “the cleanse,” akin to washing materials before refining, removing their impurities.
The higher the boundary status, the greater the pain endured!
The grandmaster brought his hands together in prayer and chanted, “Amitabha Buddha.
Su He dotes excessively, letting the rain Ji Feixue should bear fall on himself.
The pain meant for two great demons, endured by one…
such intense pain, an ordinary Stepping Sky Five-fold cultivator would be pained to death!”
The present pain was like a mortal woman giving birth to twins at the same time—not sequentially but simultaneously.
The little novice monk shrunk his neck, then looked again at Su He, who was pale-faced, trembling, but with wings steady as Tai Mountain, protecting Ji Feixue diligently, preventing any rain from seeping through.
“Grandmaster,” he queried, “If he shields the fairy from the rain, would the fairy still have Buddhist charm?
Without Buddhist charm, would the Divergent Buddhist Power not be eliminated, making all this effort futile?”
The grandmaster didn’t answer him directly but smiled and asked, “In the future when you undergo the Demonic Sixfold Thunder Tribulation, if I substitute myself in your tribulation, taking the Heavenly Thunder for you, would you still advance?”
The little novice monk’s eyes instantly lit up, “The grandmaster has renounced worldly deceit; those are your own words, you can’t deceive people again!”
The grandmaster’s head was instantly full of black lines, as his fists rolled on the little novice’s temples, angrily exclaiming, “Buddha Lord am I just giving you an example, am I making you a promise?
One’s own tribulation must be passed by oneself!”
The novice cried out from the intense pain, exclaiming, “I understand, I understand!
If the grandmaster takes over my tribulation, even if I could break through, I’d have a shallow foundation and scanty merits, and my Tao cultivation would struggle to advance!”
He cried out, then curiously asked, “Then what about Su He blocking the cleanse for the fairy, and the lack of Buddhist charm, what then?”
The grandmaster huffed and said, “Fairy Ji isn’t intending to join our Yellow Autumn Temple.
A shortage in Buddhist charm won’t hinder her Buddhist cultivation; she is merely healing.
The Buddhist charm she possesses is sufficient.
Also—’Grandmaster calls Su He, you call Su He’?
That’s quite a seniority!
Would you like me to reverse it and call you grandmaster, bowing to you every day?”
The old monk spun his fists faster, smoke rising from the novice’s temples, his legs flailing in the air.
“Grandmaster, have mercy, have mercy!
When you rescue Fairy Ji later, sacrificing your Cultivation Technique and perishing, I definitely won’t throw your corpse into the desert to feed insects!”
He shouldn’t have spoken, for the grandmaster grew even angrier, his eyes blazing, fists spinning faster.