The Villain's White Lotus Halo

ranslated by Vaishu

Edited by Vaishu

Chapter 64

This scene was too strange, no one would have thought that this Buddha statue, which seemed to have been laying in dust for millions of years, has a universe in it, and that this monk was still alive.

Yin Biyue was shocked, he held the Yihu sword in his hand, but did not unsheathe it.

Because Luo Mingchuan was very calm, and this kind of calmness also infected him, as if no matter how terrifying the situation was about to be, they would fight side by side and escape from danger.

The monk was haggard, his cheeks deeply sunken, and the fingers outside the robe shrank into a brown ball.

Yin Biyue didn’t even know whether he was a human or a ghost.

Luo Mingchuan’s pupils had already returned to their original color. He took a step forward and faintly stood in front of his junior brother to protect him.

When the monk’s eyes were wide open, a gust of wind blew into the Buddhist temple.

It was as if dust that had been brushed away for a thousand or ten thousand years had suddenly become bright and resplendent.

He sat in the midst of the soft glow, calmly gazing at the two outsiders.

Yin Biyue didn’t know how to describe such a pair of eyes. It was not the cold eyes of a God on the platform, nor was it the devil eyes of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

It was sorrowful and solemn, as if it could carry away all the pain and suffering of the world.

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They were a pair of Buddha’s eyes.

It is more like a true Buddha than a statue in Xing Shan Temple.

When the wind left the Buddhist hall, the wooden door that was pushed open earlier was gently closed, and the stone lock was automatically locked.

However, under the old monk’s gaze, the Yin Biyue did not seem to notice.

With a loud shout from Luo Mingchuan, “Break!”

He suddenly woke up with a start and instantly broke out in a cold sweat. He never would have thought that even with the strength of his soul, he would still be bewitched by his gaze.

In the end, he was too careless.

When he looked again, there was no glory or true Buddha.

The Buddhist temple was still an old Buddhist temple.

The old monk was still an old monk whose eyes were muddy and lifeless.

However, it was unimaginably powerful.

Yin also noticed, this person’s cassock does not fit, you can see that the former not so thin.

And now it was as if something was taking his life force from him.

The old monk was not angered by the fact that his technique had been broken. Instead, a smile appeared on his face as he slowly spoke.

“Where did you two come from?”

He didn’t speak for a long time, his voice hoarse from disuse.

However, the tone was naturally friendly, like a greeting to a familiar junior, making it so that one would not be wary.

Without relaxing, Luo Mingchuan replied, “From the temple.”

“How is the temple?”

“Not good.”

If the other party was asking about the greeting ceremony in the temple, then it was naturally not good. If it was asking about the situation in the temple, if the great formation was damaged and the earth veins collapsed, then it was not good either.

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The old monk smiled, as if he had gotten what he wanted, and said with satisfaction, “Alright.”

Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan originally guessed that this person was a senior expert of the Xing Shan temple, but seeing his reaction now, he felt like the enemy of the Xing Shan temple.

Luo Mingchuan asked, “I answered two questions from Senior, may I ask who Senior is?”

The monk said, “I’m too humble.”

His tone was indifferent, as if he had just announced an ordinary code name.

Originally, Yin Bi Yue had been on alert waiting for an answer. Now her pupils constricted, suspecting that she had misheard, or that it was just a coincidence that she repeated her name.

He looked at the old monk in disbelief.

Even Luo Mingchuan was extremely shocked.

But the monks did not speak, as if they were still waiting for their questions.

If it wasn’t for the fact that the two of them had read old books in the academy, they wouldn’t have known this name.

A million years had passed, and even the names of the Devil Lord and True Immortal had been almost forgotten by the world. Who would still remember the glorious era of the Saints?

Looking at mages, they claimed that they could break through the boundaries of Buddhist, martial and spiritual cultivators, and that they could do anything in the myriad of techniques.

There were many things that could not be verified from time to time. The later generations could only speculate that he had also died in that battle.

Luo Mingchuan asked, “Why is Senior here?”

He knew the identity of the person in front of him. No matter how inconceivable it was, he should still call him ‘master observer’.

However, his experience in the Temple of Xing Jian made it very difficult for him to believe in a venerable monk.

Therefore, he didn’t show any respect to his juniors.

The more he thought about it, the more similar it became to his, and he didn’t seem to have any intention of going up to pay his respects.

However, he did not mind, and continued to smile. “I’ve been here all this time. It’s just that since you’ve come, I wanted to see you.”

These words were said to Luo Mingchuan.

Yin Biyue immediately recalled the protagonist jumping off a cliff and not dying. He met a senior imparting him 60 years of cultivation, and from then on, he would use his golden fingers to beat up the whole world’s points to level up.

This kind of painting was possible everywhere, but in this world, his past experience told him that things might not be so simple.

“I don’t know Senior at all.”

The monk shook his head, with a lonely look on his face, “Come, sit down, let’s talk slowly. It has been a long time since anyone has spoken to me ...”

The two of them turned around and saw a circular chair appear out of thin air behind them. But, they didn’t even feel the slightest bit of true essence fluctuation.

The other party’s cultivation was unfathomable, and he didn’t seem to have any ill intentions.

Moreover, the two of them had many questions in their hearts, so they sat down obediently.

“Some things don’t come out, but after a few more years, I won’t be able to remember them anymore ...”

How long has it been since the Celestial Tribulation?

“More than six hundred thousand years.”

The old monk sighed and said,

“Heh ...”

It’s been so long.

“When I was out there, the world was in chaos. I guess it’s better now.”

He turned to Luo Mingchuan and said, “The Jia Lan Eye Technique you practiced was written by me when I crossed the Vast river. I was in a hurry, so what part of it did you fail to learn?”

At this time, he did not look like a sage who had once dominated the world, but rather an old man who only wanted to talk about his past with the young man.

“No.”

Just a question.

“There are also monks in Xing Shan Temple, are there any differences between my practice and theirs?”

The more he thought about it, the more he remembered that in the temple, the Pure Ocean said that his Senior Brother practiced the ‘Nine Circles of the Heavens’.

“Of course it’s different. You’re orthodox, and they’re all on the left.”

“I only wrote a book about the Garland Eye and gave it to a fisherman on the river. What’s inside the temple is only a topology. Without the true meaning, it’s not even complete the cultivation method.”

Luo Mingchuan had already thought of the possibility that this only true volume, after going through a few twists and turns, would eventually be absorbed into the library by the academy and then seen by himself.

However, he still had his doubts. He did not wait for him to ask, and continued, “After you’ve finished reading, the book will self-burn to ashes?”

Luo Mingchuan nodded.

“That’s right, there’s a formation on the scroll.”

“If one’s aptitude doesn’t reach the level of flipping through books, then it will show the incomplete book. When one’s aptitude reaches the end of reading, it will self-destruct.”

Saying this, Guan felt a little proud of himself.

“Because of my successor, one is enough.”

The more Yin Biyue thought about it, the more shocked he became. Such a magical technique was unfathomable and could last for millions of years. This showed just how profound the cultivation of the person in front of him was.

But why would such a character remain here for so many years?

After looking at him, he smiled and said, “Youngster, I know what you are thinking. Me staying here.... It is not voluntary, but rather I am trapped here.”

As the sound of his voice faded, the expressions of the two paled.

Who in the world could trap a saint?

Was it the Demon Lord?

“During the Great Dao Demon War, I led the disciples of the Xing Shan temple to hold back the three thousand Demon Generals just to let Yi Lingxiao kill Mo Changyuan. Later on, Mo Changyuan died to Lin Yeyuan’s sword. Unfortunately, Yi Lingxiao was also severely injured and his lifespan was almost up ...”

These names sounded unfamiliar, but they were the names of true Immortals and Demon Sovereigns.

“The war is over, the whole world is scorched, and everything is waiting to be thriving. And my junior brother did not participate in the war because of retreat. He is at the peak of the battle strength, I have injuries on my body, and I can’t beat him.”

“Xingshan Temple has suffered heavy losses and is not strong enough to support the sect’s grand formation. For the sake of the ten-thousand years of foundation, he set up the Dragon-binder Formation and imprisoned me here. To support the formation.”

Finally, he looked towards Luo Mingchuan and said, “If it wasn’t for the fact that my successor had seen through the flaws in the formation and came here, I wouldn’t have had the chance to wake up. “Perhaps after a few more years, the oil will dry up and I will pass away.”

The more time passed, the longer the Yin Biyue could not recover.

He did not expect his guess to come true.

The golden Buddhist seal formation was not maintained with spirit stones, or with divine weapons. Instead, it was extracted the life force and cultivation of a saint.

What kind of terrifying and cruel formation was this?

An important figure who participated in the Great Dao Demon War didn’t die on the battlefield, but he died in a trap array that no one knew about.

“What can we do for Senior?”

“Is there a door to breaking through the formation?”

He then said calmly, “I am the eye and the center of the formation. I have already died together with this formation.”

“As time goes by, there is no longer any concern in this world. There is no difference between here and outside.”

“I only have one last wish.”

Luo Mingchuan said, “Senior, please speak.”

He smiled, as if he was looking at his disciple’s benevolent elder.

“I wrote the Garlan’s Pupil Technique in such a hurry that I couldn’t help but miss it. Right now, I am unable to leave the altar due to the restrictions of the formation. Would you be willing to come forward and let me pass on the final level to you?”

The more Yin Biyue thought about it, the more he felt that it was indeed a heaven-defying golden finger that was meant for the main character.

A saint’s Kung Fu skills were truly a blessing in disguise.

But his instincts kept reminding him that something was wrong.

When he saw Luo Mingchuan get up and walk forward, he couldn’t help but stand up, wanting to stop him.

Before his fingertips touched his sleeve, Luo Mingchuan stopped and turned around to give him a comforting smile.

Then he looked at the Dao, “Senior’s words are very moving, but I don’t believe them.”

The uneasiness in Yin Biyue’s heart grew rapidly.

They had just experienced a siege in Xing Shan Temple, and now that they came across a person who was similarly imprisoned by the temple in the name of righteous justice, they naturally felt a sense of familiarity.

However, there was no sense of a saint’s might and arrogance, appearing kind and kind, and merciful and indifferent.

Everything makes life unsuspicious.

However, just like this Buddhist hall, the strangest thing is that there is no strangeness.

The saint’s words, without a problem, were the biggest problem.

He then asked, “Why don’t you believe me?”

“The sixteenth generation abbot of Xing Shan Temple has a lookout for mages. In his entire life, he has only been at the Mastery realm. How could he harm you?”

Luo Mingchuan paused for a moment, “Legend has it that Senior has broken through the barriers of spirit cultivators, martial cultivators and Buddhist cultivators. There is nothing that the myriad of techniques cannot do ... Then there is nothing strange about knowing demonic techniques.”

His expression changed.

The old Buddhist hall became darker and darker. The light shone through the wooden bars, causing shadows to fall on his body. It looked ferocious and terrifying.

He laughed loudly, his laugh dry and cheerful. “Ha ha-ha ha, good!”

“— —”

Yin Biyue was stunned, he stayed frozen where he was.

His instincts, which he did not want to admit, proved it.

It was true that he had broken the magic cultivator’s barrier.

The Garlan Eye Technique was really related to the ‘Nine Circles of the Heaven’.

He thought that his senior brother should be the one who suffered the most. The orthodoxy he had always been insisting on had been broken; how could he accept that he cultivated a demonic cultivation technique?

He hurriedly turned his head to look, only to see Luo Mingchuan with a calm face, neither happy nor sad.

Perhaps people would subconsciously believe his comforting words and believe what he said just now, but Luo Mingchuan was too rational and had long suspected the Jia Lan Eye Technique.

This was because after his cultivation, when he looked at the other cultivation techniques, it was as if a barrier had been broken. Regardless of what it was, he could successfully cultivate it and had never encountered any bottlenecks.

Now he only asked, “When senior was at his peak, he was almost omnipotent. Why did he still enter the demonic state?”

Even his sunken cheeks were flushed red with excitement. “Saints and True Immortals have a day when their lifespan runs out, how can they not do anything? Taoist can only ask for an origin technique. Before Buddha, one can only cultivate an afterlife. What I want is an indestructible cultivation technique that can coexist with the Heavens!

There are good and evil people, but there are no evil techniques. It was laughable that even someone like Yi Lingxiao could not see through the barrier! Together with Mo Changyuan, I will go through the ‘Heavenly Net Secret Manual’ and write the ‘Nine Circles of the Heaven’. This Jia Lan Eye Technique is the first one!

Who would have thought that even after I cultivated all the way to the eighth circulation, I still couldn’t break through again. And Mo Changyuan was just a step away from the ninth transition, yet he died under the Ling-Yuan Sword... ”

With these words, the faces of both Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan changed.

They had thought that the Monastery was only secretly possessed, but they never expected that this person would actually collude with the Demon Sovereign.

From the looks of it, the role he had played in that war was more likely to be to stand on the Devil Dao faction, and the one who had seriously injured him was the True Immortal Will, Soaring Through the Heavens.

Yin Biyue asked, “‘Qi Method is not Evil’, although you are right, but have you really never done anything evil?”

He smiled and said, “What is evil?”

“Killing one person is a crime, killing ten thousand is a crime!”

As soon as his voice fell, the Buddhist hall began to violently tremble!

The ancient beam trembled and dust fell down.

The monk’s cassock was puffed up with energy and dust covered the altar below him.

A vast golden light shot out from behind him, but the edges of the light was coated with a red glow.

Under the sound of joints being pulled, his figure suddenly grew bigger.