CHAPTER 952: CHAPTER 952: OFFERING WINE AND MEAT TO THE BUDDHA

Outside the ancient temple, countless vengeful spirits eyed them fiercely, yet they could only hover outside, unable to approach.

The Demon Suppressing Sword absorbed a large number of vengeful spirits, emitting an eerie red glow that enveloped the entire ancient temple.

Meanwhile, the Shariputra within the ancient temple also emanated a golden Buddhist light.

The red glow and the Buddha Light formed a barrier that could disperse all approaching vengeful spirits into thin air!

Some vengeful spirits lost their senses, rushing towards the ancient temple like moths to a flame, disintegrating into wisps of smoke in the blink of an eye, and then being absorbed by the Demon Suppressing Sword.

Such efficiency was far less than Chen Nan charging into the army of vengeful spirits himself, but it allowed Chen Nan to recuperate.

"No wonder they say the Ancient Realm Secret Realm is full of dangers, it seems it’s really like that."

Chen Nan looked at the dense crowd of vengeful spirits outside and couldn’t help but sigh.

Just among these vengeful spirits, without some special means, even a cultivator at the ninth level peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage would perish.

"Right," Tang Zhirou suddenly remembered something, "I saw you looking for something on those people earlier?"

"A map."

Chen Nan sighed, somewhat dissatisfied, and said, "I guess those powerful forces entering the Ancient Realm Secret Realm must have a map, so they know which places have been searched and where the Heavenly and Earthly Treasures are."

Tang Zhirou thought for a moment, then understood.

"I see, but those powerful cultivators have probably already gone treasure hunting, while it’s just us wandering around like headless flies."

"Alas," Chen Nan shook his head and sat cross-legged to the side, "let’s recuperate first. By daylight, these vengeful spirits should disperse, and then we’ll go treasure hunting."

With the King of Ten Thousand Gu, Chen Nan didn’t think he would return empty-handed.

Time passed, one vengeful spirit after another hit the barrier and dissipated, as if they all became part of a production line.

The sky was pitch black, and only the ghastly green glow from the vengeful spirits could be seen.

Although Tang Zhirou also wanted to cultivate, the constant howling from outside the ancient temple made it impossible for her to calm down, leaving her feeling restless.

At that moment, she looked up outside and suddenly froze.

"Chen Nan! Chen Nan!"

The urgent calls opened Chen Nan’s eyes, who asked somewhat displeased, "Junior Sister, you’re not afraid of these vengeful spirits, are you?"

"Bull! Who’s afraid!" Tang Zhirou retorted without hesitation, then pointed outside the ancient temple, "You think anyone would break into the vengeful spirits at a time like this?"

"No way! Stop joking, anyone entering the Ancient Realm Secret Realm would die." Chen Nan waved his hand, thinking Tang Zhirou was joking.

But seeing her serious expression, he couldn’t help raising an eyebrow.

"You’re not serious, are you?"

Chen Nan quickly got up and ran to the door of the ancient temple to look outside, seeing among the army of vengeful spirits, a golden light slowly but firmly moving towards the ancient temple.

The Buddha Light was very familiar, if it wasn’t the Buddhist Golden Light, what else could it be?

"No way, is he following me here too?"

Chen Nan immediately thought of a stubbly bald monk and his face fell.

"Wow, someone can actually make you show that expression? Don’t tell me it’s one of your old flames left outside?" Tang Zhirou sized Chen Nan up with suspicious eyes.

"What are you thinking? It’s a monk!"

"Oh!" Tang Zhirou’s eyes widened, even getting excited, "You even don’t spare monks!"

Chen Nan’s fist hardened immediately, and he gave Tang Zhirou a knock on the head.

"Keep talking nonsense and I’ll throw you out!"

As the pair argued, the golden light had already approached the ancient temple, though still surrounded by vengeful spirits, it was barely visible that it was a monk.

Chen Nan remembered clearly, there was only one monk entering the Ancient Realm Secret Realm, who else could it be but Xuan Hui?

"Chen Nan, that monk is about to collapse!"

Tang Zhirou suddenly pointed outside.

In the army of vengeful spirits, Xuan Hui could no longer move forward and could only sit down, palms together, starting to chant, but the Buddha Light around him was getting weaker and weaker.

"If he dies, it’ll save me the trouble."

Chen Nan waved his hand, walking away in a huff, but after a while, he couldn’t harden his heart.

"If I bring this bald guy back, and he bothers me again, I’ll definitely throw him out!"

With those words, he appeared outside the door, took the Demon Suppressing Sword at the door, and charged into the vengeful spirits like the wind.

The Shariputra remained in the ancient temple, protecting Tang Zhirou and the snoring Earth Dragon.

"Amitabha, benefactor is indeed a good person, why not join my Buddhist Sect, and avoid hell, avoid reincarnation, attaining eternal life."

Seeing Chen Nan coming with sword in hand, Xuan Hui excitedly opened his eyes.

But as soon as he spoke, Chen Nan wanted to turn back.

"If you keep talking, I won’t care about you!"

"Everything this monk says is the truth, why can’t I speak? Benefactor is too attached to appearances, if you join my Buddhist Sect, you can comprehend yourself..."

Xuan Hui continued to chatter, Chen Nan simply pretended not to hear, directly rushing to Xuan Hui, carrying him away.

The Demon Suppressing Sword absorbed so many vengeful spirits that even its red glow kept them from approaching, and they ran back to the ancient temple like that.

Chen Nan threw Xuan Hui to the ground, planted the Demon Suppressing Sword at the door, and turned to Xuan Hui saying, "I swear, if you bother me again, I’ll definitely throw you out!"

"Amitabha, benefactor has a kind heart, you would not do such a thing."

Xuan Hui smiled slightly, turned to greet Tang Zhirou with a bow, "Greetings to the lady benefactor."

"Greetings, Master."

Tang Zhirou quickly returned the salute.

The three of them sat back around the fire, not expecting that Xuan Hui would take wine and meat from his storage bag and start eating without a care.

Tang Zhirou was dumbfounded, looking at Xuan Hui, then at Chen Nan, her look seemed to question: Is he really a monk?!

"Truly a dissolute monk, I really don’t know why the Buddha would bless you!" Chen Nan curled his lips, "If the Buddha knew you were drinking wine and eating meat, it’d probably flip the coffin lid."

Xuan Hui smiled slightly, looking outside the ancient temple and said, "It’s one or two more hours until dawn, would it not be wasted if I didn’t drink?"

"Moreover, who says the Buddha doesn’t know? The Buddha is omniscient and omnipotent, and hasn’t appeared to stop me, so naturally it’s allowed."

"Nonsense, you’re simply a disgrace to the Buddhist Sect! Who cares about you!"

Chen Nan began to meditate and cultivate, but the aroma of wine and meat kept wafting to his nose, preventing him from calming down.

"I should have thrown this dissolute monk out!" he thought angrily.

Xuan Hui, unperturbed, took a bite of meat and a swig of wine, but when he looked at the Shariputra floating in the ancient temple, his eyes filled with deep reverence.

Then, under Tang Zhirou’s shocked gaze, he poured a cup of wine on the ground... in offering to the Buddha.