Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 374 6 Treasure Secret Realm 28

Everyone was shocked and horrified. Even Shang Xianming was no match for this evil monk. Looking at his iconic charred appearance, his identity was no longer in doubt.

The evil monk Zhuang Baoxiang!

It is said that this evil monk was born in Kushan Temple and was originally the last disciple of an old monk. His future was bright. However, for some unknown reason, his temperament changed drastically and his behavior became erratic. He was almost beaten to death by the old monk and was eventually expelled from the temple.

He has now become a joke of the entire Kushan Temple, a scum in the Buddhist community, and a disgrace to Lingyin Temple. Now, he doesn't even have a meditation room to live in, and can only squeeze in with the stray dogs that guard the temple, barely having a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

But this evil monk still refused to repent. He violated all of the six major Buddhist precepts: greed, anger, ignorance, delusion, lust and killing. He was completely hopeless.

Kushan Temple wanted to kill this guy with the help of others, and whenever there was a killing secret realm, they would throw him in. However, twenty years later, this guy not only survived, but also became famous and is now one of the top ten.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the second realm is the strongest.

He can be said to be the most difficult one among the top ten. He is moody and often does not play by the rules.

He could slaughter an entire bandit camp, even women and children, just to spend a night with a prostitute. He could also kill an entire manor and burn it down just to beg for a steamed bun.

He is notorious and is the evil person that other monks are most reluctant to meet.

Under the fame, some people, in order to save their lives, also painted their bodies black and pretended to be tigers. It is said that these people are actually doing very well.

As more and more people imitated him, his notoriety became worse than before, and he mixed up true and false facts, making the monks live in fear all day long and unable to have peace.

Now, it seems that this person is undoubtedly the real one.

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes showing a trace of solemnity. They knew in their hearts that the demon monk Zhuang Baoxiang in front of them was not a good person, his notoriety was far-reaching, and his strength was unfathomable.

The group had just gone through a fierce battle, in which one of the top ten foundation-building masters, Black Fist Yima, was killed, and more than thirty experts paid a heavy price for it.

Now, a more difficult person has come, but where can they find so many people to continue fighting? How can they fight? Everyone thought of retreating at the same time.

"withdraw!"

Someone shouted in a low voice, and everyone responded decisively. They looked at the black crow angrily, and more than a dozen people turned around and left quickly.

All that was left were the 23 bodies lying on the ground, telling of the tragedy.

The monk from Yangxin Academy who was fighting with Fang Qingtian, after hearing that this charred monk was the real deal, didn't he have the heart to continue fighting? He panicked at the time and wanted to withdraw urgently.

Once he lost his will to fight, he, who had just fought on equal terms with the severely injured Fang Qingtian, became flustered and lost his composure. After only three moves, Fang Qingtian seized the opportunity and stabbed him to death.

Wei Yangjing grinned, his smile had never been so bright, as if the sun had penetrated the haze. He gently waved a paper fan in his hand, which gently fanned and slowly dispersed the sweat on his forehead. Facing the group of embarrassed figures who were leaving, Wei Yangjing shouted loudly: "Duan, why did you leave with your tail between your legs? Why don't you stay and fight again?"

However, Duan Qiuchen pretended not to hear and hurried away at a faster pace.

In this battle, Wei Yangjing succeeded in his speculation and took the city.

Li Yatong has been following this taciturn monk for the past few days. She only knows that his behavior is a little abnormal and is indeed a little better than ordinary people.

It was not until today, when he scared off a group of monks by himself, that Li Yatong had a completely new concept of how powerful he was.

There was a gleam in her bright eyes, and she secretly marveled in her heart: "I actually hugged the thickest thigh without knowing it."

Zhou Yuxiang collapsed to the ground and no longer had the strength to stand up.

Ye Hanshuang put away her whip, glanced at the charred monk indifferently, and ignored him. She came to the doctor, her expression full of concern, and asked anxiously, "How is he?"

The doctor frowned slightly and replied solemnly: "Although the poison in his body has been removed, his body functions have been severely damaged. Now the energy in his body is running wild. If it weren't for his strong body, he would have died long ago with such a serious injury. But the situation is hard to say now. His soul fire is swaying, and he is in danger of being destroyed at any time."

"How come that bastard Wang Qiye got beaten so badly? It's really troublesome." At this time, Zhuang Baoxiang walked over, sat down silently, and began to remove the strange energy from his body.

An incense stick of time passed quietly, and the energy belonging to the head rat in Wang Qiye's body was finally completely eliminated.

His injured muscles slowly began to grow granulations, and with the doctor's careful assistance, his body began to gradually repair itself. The old doctor had been busy for most of the day, and now he finally stopped. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking exhausted.

Ye Hanshuang asked with concern, "Doctor, how is he?"

The doctor frowned slightly, sighed and said, "The injury has been stabilized, but he was injured too badly this time, and the fire of his soul is unstable. Whether he can survive this or not depends on his luck."

The doctor shook his head, obviously not optimistic about Wang Qiye's condition. He continued, "His soul fire could go out at any time. If it weren't for a magical force that kept giving him soul power, I'm afraid this little soul flame would have gone out long ago."

Fang Qingtian also asked anxiously: "When will he wake up?"

The doctor shook his head again and said helplessly: "It's hard to say. Maybe he won't wake up tomorrow, maybe in a month, or maybe he won't wake up forever."

Ye Hanshuang carefully counted out ten magical instruments from Wang Qiye's spoils as a thank you, and gently placed the storage bag in the doctor's palm. "Thank you very much."

The doctor nodded slightly and said respectfully: "Since there is nothing more for me to do, I will take my leave first." He still felt a little pressured in front of this charcoal monk and quickly walked towards the neutral crowd.

Zhuang Baoxiang kicked Wang Qiye's foot, but seeing that he didn't react at all, he muttered, "What is Wang Qiye doing? What's he doing lying on the ground?"

Seeing how he treated a seriously injured man, Ye Hanshuang was angry but dared not say anything. He thought to himself that this evil monk was indeed behaving eccentrically and the rumors were true.

Wei Yangjing stood aside, smacked his lips, with a complicated look on his face. "This Black Crow is really lucky. He was able to be saved despite being so seriously injured. He is really a scourge that will last for thousands of years."

Li Yatong slowly walked to Fang Qingtian and carefully looked at Wang Qiye lying on the ground. "Is this Black Raven?" Her eyes were full of curiosity and doubt.

Fang Qingtian nodded slightly, his expression solemn.

"I didn't expect that this monk, who seems unkind, actually takes good care of this young man." Li Yatong looked at Zhuang Baoxiang who was using internal energy to heal Wang Qiye, and an inexplicable feeling welled up in her heart.

Fang Qingtian suddenly came to his senses and said, "This is our Shi Bo, my master's life-long brother."

Li Yatong was shocked when she heard this, and a trace of astonishment flashed in her eyes. She felt as if she had been deeply deceived. "Uncle Fang, you have kept it from me for so long. If I hadn't entered the secret realm this time, how long would you have kept it from me?"

There was a hint of complaint in her tone, as well as a sense of regret for the unknown truth.

One is one of the top ten foundation-building masters, and the other is a world-famous figure. Uncle Fang, who looks honest on the surface but has such a powerful background, has been a bootlicker behind him for more than 30 years and has not even held his hand.

If he hadn't met a top-notch Skull Mountain monk as soon as he landed, Uncle Fang would probably have had to secretly love her for the rest of his life, and how could he get what he wanted?

However, she felt that all this was fake. It turned out that Fang Qingtian was the most scheming one, who had played tricks on her for thirty years. If he had revealed his identity from the beginning, she might have been able to keep her innocence and would not have been ravaged by these villains over and over again.

Fang Qingtian looked at Li Yatong's eyes full of resentment, his heart tightened, and he quickly explained: "This is actually a long story. At the beginning, it was too embarrassing to say it. When the two of them started to become famous, the brothers who had suffered losses at their hands were discussing how to deal with them. I was afraid of being beaten behind my back, so I didn't dare to say it."

There was a hint of helplessness and guilt in his words, and his sincere eyes seemed to be begging for Li Yatong's forgiveness.

But the pain in Li Yatong's heart could not be soothed easily by a few words. She stood there with empty eyes, as if she was trapped in endless memories and pain.