CHAPTER 541: CHAPTER 543 DIVULGING HEAVEN’S SECRETS, DEFYING HEAVEN TO CHANGE FATE!

Outside the Scripture Pavilion, the abbot of the Buddhist Sect, Liao Kong, had golden light shooting from his eyes as his gaze swept through the surroundings.

He wanted to see if the person who had stolen the Yijing Bone-Washing Skill had left.

*Could the thief be hiding in plain sight amidst the crowd?*

Just then, the figure of a young monk rushed over and stopped in front of Liao Kong.

"Abbot, Abbot!" the young monk panted as he called out.

Liao Kong’s expression remained unchanged as he quietly spoke.

"Did you find the person who stole the Yijing Bone-Washing Skill?"

The young monk nodded, then shook his head.

"Reporting to the abbot, we have not found that person, but we discovered some clues they left behind.

It’s within the Pagoda Forest in the cemetery!

My fellow disciple and I saw the blood she spat after being injured.

My fellow disciple has already led people in pursuit into the Pagoda Forest!

I was sent by my fellow disciple to inform you!

Please bring some people as well; I’m concerned my fellow disciple may not be able to subdue the opponent!" he replied.

"Hmm, as long as there are discoveries.

Let’s go, I will personally accompany you to the Pagoda Forest," Liao Kong said calmly, his gaze pulling inward.

"Yes, Abbot!"

Liao Kong was about to head to the Pagoda Forest when suddenly a long-eyebrowed old monk descended from another mountain.

Several monks followed him, one of whom was the renowned reincarnation of the Dragon Slayer, Jiese.

This long-eyebrowed old monk was his master!

The monk who had cultivated the Silent Meditation Skill to the point where his words became prophecy was this eminent monk!

"Master Abbot, please wait!"

The voice halted Liao Kong’s movement.

Upon seeing the long-eyebrowed monk, Liao Kong’s brow furrowed slightly.

"Uncle Chang Mei, why have you come? Have you foreseen something?"

Liao Kong was well aware that his uncle had cultivated the Silent Meditation Skill to the point where his words became prophecy.

Every time the long-eyebrowed monk appeared, a major event followed!

The last time Chang Mei sought him out was because the Cloud Immortal Realm appeared and the reincarnation of Monk Wusheng died.

*This time, it probably wasn’t insignificant either!*

Moreover, he felt a sense of dread in his heart!

"Yes, Abbot, my master awoke suddenly from meditation!

He foresaw a tremendous change in the Buddhist Sect.

This change threatens the safety of the Buddhist Pure Land, toppling the world’s Buddhist Sect!

You must gather all the Elders of the Buddhist Sect and urgently call upon the Tathagata’s Decree!" said the senior disciple of the long-eyebrowed monk.

The Tathagata’s Decree!

It was a means to communicate with the Heavenly Buddhist Sect, calling upon all Buddhas to descend!

It was not meant to be used recklessly unless there was a great crisis for the Buddhist Sect!

Liao Kong’s face turned exceedingly grave at that moment, understanding clearly.

His uncle, the long-eyebrowed monk, would never speak without reason!

The Buddhist Pure Land must indeed be facing a terrible crisis!

"Very well, Uncle Chang Mei, I will seek the Tathagata’s Decree.

And the one who stole the Yijing Bone-Washing Skill, there’s already a trail.

It’s in the Pagoda Forest in the cemetery, please take someone to find them!" Liao Kong stated without hesitation.

"And also, regarding gathering all the Elders of the Buddhist Sect!

Please have someone ring the Dragon Ming Bell!"

With that, he bowed slightly and suddenly vanished.

At this moment, the long-eyebrowed monk patted Jiese’s shoulder and pointed towards the distant Bell Tower.

"Jiese, go ring the Dragon Ming Bell!"

His sudden command startled the many monks present.

The long-eyebrowed monk had cultivated the Silent Meditation Skill, absolutely should not speak lightly!

Speaking was breaking his vows!

And there was another matter that astonished the monks even more!

He had instructed Jiese, who had just become his disciple, to ring the Dragon Ming Bell, summoning all the Elders!

It was incredibly implausible!

The Dragon Ming Bell was a bell that only the Chief Disciple had the privilege to ring!

Jiese couldn’t have been unaware, as he looked shocked and pointed to himself!

He was incredulous!

"Master, you..." the senior disciple of the long-eyebrowed monk similarly puzzled.

The long-eyebrowed monk’s eyes were profound.

"Jiese, it is you who will go, quickly go!

Would you even disobey your master’s words?" he said with a heavy voice.

Jiese hesitated no longer, bowing slightly.

His figure moved towards the Bell Tower where the Dragon Ming Bell was held.

*He wondered why his master would have him ring the bell!*

"Master, what has gotten into you today?" the long-eyebrowed monk’s senior disciple couldn’t help but ask.

He detected an unusual tone in his master’s voice earlier!

It seemed as though his master was in a hurry!

Chang Mei patted his shoulder.

"Master must apologize to you and to all of you, come with me!"

With that, he proceeded ahead, moving towards the cemetery.

In the next moment, his body began to stoop.

His lips cracked as blood seeped from his mouth.

*"He is my favorite disciple, he must not die!" Long Eyebrows thought resolutely.*

His earlier words left more confusion among his disciples following behind.

Especially his senior disciple, who appeared exceedingly hesitant.

"Senior Brother, Master has gone far, let’s follow!" Wu E urged.

The senior disciple of Long Eyebrows nodded coldly.

"I understand, Junior Brother!"

*His heart not only harbored doubts but also much displeasure.*

*He was the Chief Disciple, the one who should have rung the Dragon Ming Bell!*

But this was not the moment for grievances, so he reined them in.

Trailing behind the long-eyebrowed monk, they reached the cemetery.

Once there, the long-eyebrowed monk staggered and stopped, raising a hand.

The monks behind him halted one by one.

"Uncle Changmei, the one who stole the Yijing Bone-Washing Skill is inside!" the young monk who brought the message reminded cautiously.

The long-eyebrowed monk did not respond, merely raising his trembling hand.

The monks behind him sensed something amiss.

"Master? Master?"

The long-eyebrowed monk gave no answer, prompting them to move closer slowly, reaching his front.

Upon seeing his state, they were stricken with shock!

"Master!"

"Master!"

Wu E and the others cried out in alarm.

They saw blood streaming from Long Eyebrows’ orifices as boils formed on his face.

"Master, what happened to you?" They supported the long-eyebrowed monk.

Long Eyebrows slightly parted his lips.

"I cultivated the Silent Meditation Skill, able to foresee future events.

However, many prohibitions exist, not to be broken lightly!

Yet today, driven by a compassionate heart, a selfish heart, desiring to save others!

Thus, I broke three prohibitions!"

As he spoke, more blood gushed from his mouth.

He had not yet perished and could still speak!

"Broke the Silent Meditation Skill, spoke wantonly!

Second, revealed heavenly secrets!

Third, forcibly changing fate for a disciple!"

"Master, please stop talking and quickly take this Little Returning Pill!" the senior disciple urged.

Long Eyebrows’ voice trembled.

"No, it’s useless!

Wuxiang!

Master is most indebted to you!

Also to all of you!

Alas!

I only have one life and can only change fate for one disciple!

Unable to change fate for the rest of you!"

Cough, cough!

He coughed violently, pupils dilating before passing away on the spot.

White fur emerged from his physique!

"Master!" the monks cried out together, kneeling.

A shadow stood before them and then spoke.

"Old monk, just like that you died!

I still wished to ask you, what exactly did you do to it?" The voice was close, sounding somewhat familiar.

The monks present slowly raised their heads to see a person carrying a monkey!

Wu E and the others immediately recognized the individual, it was none other than Yang Yan, whom they had encountered in the desert and brought back to the Buddhist Sect.

"Yang Long, how are you here?" Wu E asked in surprise.

The senior disciple of Long Eyebrows immediately sensed.

"Could it be that the one who stole the Yijing Bone-Washing Skill was you?"

Yang Yan’s eyes were cold.

"Don’t speak yet, let me first ask you all!

Who knows why it has become like this?"

He did not answer anyone’s question, merely pointing lightly at Sun Lingming, questioning everyone!

The monks looked over and saw the monkey on Yang Yan’s back.

Then they noticed the golden ring atop the monkey’s head.

Most of the monks’ expressions did not change significantly, except for Long Eyebrows’ senior disciple, Wuxiang, who revealed shock upon seeing the golden ring.

"A supreme forbidden curse technique of the Buddhist Sect..."