Chapter 991: The Plot Of The Demon-Subduing Temple (I)
Among all the Dao lineages under Heaven, the one Li Ximing detested most was the Northern Buddhists. The tales of his elders Li Xuanling and Li Tongya had been repeated hundreds of times by his grandfather Li Xuanxuan, his voice still lingering with unresolved bitterness. Li Xuanfeng had died besieged by Buddhist cultivators, and even Li Xijun had nearly perished at their hands...
It had been the same during the Chengshui Tomb dispute between the North and South. He had only begun his cultivation not so long ago, but Buddhist cultivators had come knocking at the door.
Li Ximing snarled, "That last battle nearly killed my kin. And now what is your intent?!"
The way Kongheng was now paralyzed beneath the old monk’s white light was far too similar to the events of that day!
The Wei's Li era was Bright Yang’s golden age, only to be overturned by the Northern Buddhist barbarians. From then on, fate became entwined with Golden Core Realm cultivators and Revered Ones. Where Bright Yang thrives, there too come the Master Monks...
Li Ximing naturally understood the reason behind all of this, but he still couldn’t suppress the hatred in his heart. When he heard the monk’s aggressive tone from afar, he knew Buddhist cultivators often used beguiling words, so he let them go in one ear and out the other.
He simply raised the Radiant Origin Pass and smashed it down. Caught off guard, Fuxia took a full blast of Radiant Light. His face darkened, but he raised a single hand to hold up the mighty radiant pass.
The searing white bricks burned his bronze hand bright red, but the old monk saw through it at a glance and said coldly, "As expected of the Bright Yang, always obsessed with rank, propriety, and rigid hierarchies!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Kongheng finally found an opening. The six-armed vajra behind him glared fiercely, and golden chains surged forth to bind Fuxia. Finally, he had a chance to catch his breath.
While Kongheng gathered his breath, Li Ximing smashed downward but he felt as if he’d struck an icy, unyielding boulder. His chest tightened, nausea rose, and he nearly coughed up blood.