Chapter 277

Tian Xianzi tried hard to imagine the scene.

Hundreds of monks were chanting scriptures deep into the night, and from a distance, all that could be seen was a bright, glowing head suspended in the air, smiling with a constant emanation of Buddhist light from his head.

It would be enough to scare the neighboring children to tears, making even the demon clan seem as pure and innocent as a white lotus.

The Great Light Mantra, a secret Buddhist technique, had been turned by Jiru into a neon light for illumination, its colors shifting from red to orange to yellow and green in a dazzling display.

The elders’ stronghold had become a nightclub, flashing so brightly that Tian Xianzi had to squint his eyes.

A very serious question came to his mind: What kind of place is Fanyin Temple?

As for the situation inside the Demon Refining Tower, Yonggui looked truly pitiful.

As Bai Ye watched him, tears streamed down his face, running down the corners of his mouth.

“Don’t worry, fellow Taoist, hahaha, I’ll break you out of this rock, heehee.”

With that, he took a step forward, silently reciting a spell in his heart.

But before he could exert any force, he suddenly heard a cry from not far away: “Get out of the way! Bai Ye! Fellow Taoist Bai!”

It was Ning Ning’s voice.

Yonggui, stuck in the rock, could only see a small part of what was happening.

He saw Ning Ning rush past him.

And then a massive black shadow, as swift as a bull or wild boar, barreled through.

Everything changed in an instant.

Bai Ye’s expression froze in that moment—terror, despair, and his features magnified to twice their normal size.

In just an instant, Bai Ye, moving so fast that his form twisted and blurred, was launched into the distant sky by that charging black shadow, like a flying monkey flying up into the sky.

He moved so quickly that even after he was gone, a faint afterimage remained, still capturing the essence of his expression and smile before he took off.

So innocent and carefree, his lips slightly parted, silently crying out: “No—”

Yonggui couldn’t hold it in anymore and began laughing loudly: “Hahaha honk honk honk, hey hey.”

What he didn’t notice was that due to the sudden shift in trajectory, the spell in the young talisman cultivator’s hand went astray.

It headed directly for his own head.

Ning Ning, having just shaken off her pursuer, caught sight of Bai Ye’s vanishing afterimage and gasped.

Before she could react to save him, she heard a splat.

She turned her head in confusion, her eyes widening in shock.

A burst of blood had sprayed from the pitch-black cliffside!

But that wasn’t the most unbelievable part.

What stunned Ning Ning to the core was that after the blood spurted out, the rocks shattered, and from the cracks emerged a figure she found all too familiar.

Yonggui, his face covered in blood, twitching like a dying fish, yet radiating a holy, childlike glow…

He had just been born from a stone, just like the Monkey King, Sun Wukong!

Does this conform the most basic physiological common sense? ?

Aren’t cultivators in the immortal world supposed to be born naturally?

She had never heard of Yonggui having any special origins!

Ning Ning’s brain short-circuited, and a wild thought bubbled up from within.

Maybe at the moment she escaped from the Futu Realm, she accidentally entered a parallel world.

In this world, everyone is born from stone, so when Yonggui was born, the cliff was in so much pain that it bled.

Little Master Yonggui was a difficult birth.

Faced with the tough choice of saving the old or the young, the shattered rock had chosen the latter.

What a heroic mother!

Ning Ning: …

Ning Ning slapped her own face, expressionless.

What kind of nonsense was she thinking all day long?

It was obvious that the little monk had just been stuck in the crevice.

Then, with a thud, Bai Ye fell beside Yonggui.

Now there were two twitching, dying fish.

The scene inside the Mystic Mirror was too tragic to bear, and the elders, who had witnessed the entire murder, were equally stunned, the room falling into dead silence.

Someone finally asked, “This… doesn’t count as ‘killing each other,’ does it? Should we forcibly summon them out?”

No one could answer.

Who killed Bai Ye, and who did Bai Ye kill?

This is an ancient, unsolved mystery.