Spirit Vessel

The chants lasted for a long while in the mountains, changing from pure to comforting then profound. The mortals below thought that multiple Buddhas have arrived and became emotional. Some started burning incense outside of their house.

The chants had a similar effect to mortals as the name Beacon King did to cultivators.

This heretical king was brilliant. Though the person has been missing for nearly two thousand years, this title still scared the seniors in the present.

No one thought that he was still alive but one needed to give Qiusheng the benefits of the doubt. It was better to believe than otherwise.

“Idiot, you think you can scare me by bringing up the Beacon King? That I won’t beat the crap out of you?” Monk Jiu Rou wasn’t undeterred and slapped Qiusheng’s face, knocking the guy flying.

Few in this realm weren’t afraid of the Beacon King; Monk Jiu Rou was one of them.

He was as strong as an ox and made Qiusheng fly for dozens of miles, losing a section of teeth and nearly crushed the guy’s face.

Qiusheng was no longer able to maintain his scholarly appearance and groaned quietly. Alas, he didn’t dare to retaliate or even utter a single word of dissatisfaction or today would be his end. The only way to survive was by letting the monk beat him up and hoping that he would take the Beacon King into consideration.

Shi Taluo got taken care of as well. The monk grabbed him by the ankle and started swinging him around before throwing him straight into a peak, head first.

The two got a good beating before the monk took a break to drink his wine: “Not bad at all, decent cultivation, worthy of being walkers of Senluo, pretty much on the same level as your predecessors, surviving for so long.”

The two of them struggled to get up. One-third of Qiusheng’s ribs were broken. Taluo got two wings ripped off half-way. The two of them had the worst expression but didn’t dare to say anything.

Qiusheng said: “Senior, thank you for showing mercy or we wouldn’t have a single bone left now.”