Daoism Revival System: Start with fighting against Debunker Streamer-Chapter 222 - 221: Jidian, Don’t Push Me Too Far!

At this moment, Lin Heng stood high in the heavens, overlooking the mountains and rivers.

His presence was fierce, like a True Immortal!

Black Mountain Demon slightly furrowed his brows, then couldn't help but laugh:

"Mid-stage of Immortal Platform, and you dare to be so arrogant."

"No wonder the Daoist Sect of this world is so conceited, it's no surprise that Qingcheng Mountain fell by my hand."

As he spoke, a rumbling sound constantly emanated from Black Mountain Demon's body.

It grew larger and larger, until it reached thirty thousand feet into the clouds, looking down at Lin Heng before finally stopping.

"Come on, let me see why you dare to challenge me?"

Black Mountain Demon spoke, his voice like thunder, dispersing the surrounding clouds and mist.

Lin Heng did not waste words, the Celestial Venerable Dharma Aspect leapt and directly charged at Black Mountain Demon.

The great battle erupted in an instant.

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On the other side, Venerable Guangming, after leaving Black Mountain, rushed non-stop towards Little Sumeru Mountain.

The reincarnated Fa Hai in his arms hadn't awakened from the beginning to end, and the Celestial Dragon had long since retracted its head, reverting to a lifelike Celestial Dragon Tattoo.

"Once the Grand Awakening Ritual commences, Fa Hai will fully descend upon the world!"

"By then, the fortune brought by Fa Hai will elevate Little Sumeru Mountain to its peak."

"In this lifetime, there should be a spot for me among the Ascenders!"

Venerable Guangming's heart was filled with excitement.

Though Little Sumeru Mountain had many Foundation Level experts, Fa Hai himself wasn't particularly important to them.

The reason they are also vying for the reincarnated Fa Hai.

Is for the heavenly fortune brought by Fa Hai's descent!

According to the Saint Master's earlier prophecy, this lifetime's fortune will be tied to the number of Ascenders!

Speaking of, the Holy Son Illusionary Mustard Seed, was also a person carrying great fortune.

His death, in Venerable Guangming's eyes, was extremely unfortunate.

But now that they had successfully obtained the reincarnated Fa Hai, such a loss becomes acceptable.

"However, that Daoist is truly hateful, dare to slay the Holy Son right in front of me!"

Venerable Guangming thought of the moment the Daoist shattered the flesh of the Illusionary Mustard Seed and couldn't help gritting his teeth.

If not for the extreme importance of the reincarnated Fa Hai, he would not want any unexpected incidents, otherwise, by his nature, he would have first eliminated that Daoist!

"Hopefully, that Black Mountain Demon can take care of that Daoist!"

Venerable Guangming thought to himself.

"Of course, that Ghost Tree is the real priority!"

He looked at the reincarnated Fa Hai in his arms, this child had emotional ties with the Ghost Tree, which was no good!

Over a thousand years ago, the Buddhist Sect had experienced a similar issue.

That time it was the reincarnation of the Subduing Dragon Arhat.

Because the Buddhist Sect was unaware beforehand, the reincarnated Subduing Dragon lived in a secular family for over twenty years and only awakened himself on the day of his grand wedding.

Although he eventually awakened successfully and joined Lingyin Temple. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

But those twenty years of worldly life had already tied him with emotional attachments in the Human World, and his deep secular desires eventually allowed him to contend with the spirit of Subduing Dragon?!

In the end, it almost led to the failure of the Subduing Dragon Arhat's ascension...

That incident was an unprecedented lesson, one that the Buddhist Saint Sect remembers relentlessly over a millennium!

This is why, upon knowing Fa Hai would reincarnate into the mortal world, all the major Saint Sects mobilized temples across the nation to search for the child born that day.

Afraid of repeating the old mistakes!

"Fortunately, the Saint Master's means reach the heavens, and managed to predict that Fa Hai's reincarnation was in the Black Mountain Territory, otherwise, who knows how many years it would take the national temples to find him..."

Venerable Guangming sighed with emotion.

The Saint Master is always an existence whose depths he could never fathom.

And while he rushed towards Little Sumeru Mountain without pause, ahead suddenly came a burst of incomprehensible mad words.

"What is the purpose of my birth? What is the purpose of loving me?"

"What is the purpose of this Dao? What is the purpose of this Dharma?"

"Xiuyuan is useless, saving the world is useless, Heaven and Earth are useless, mountains and seas are useless."

"Who is useless?"

"Who is useless..."

The voice was ethereal and traceless, as if it was far away at the horizon or right beside him.

It echoed incessantly around Venerable Guangming.

The most terrifying part was that although Venerable Guangming had been running through the sea of clouds, in a moment of blur, he found himself on the ground, not knowing when he had gotten there.

"Who?"

Venerable Guangming was shocked, stopped in his tracks, and looked warily in every direction.

His gaze finally locked on to the mountain road not far ahead.

There, a Mad Monk who disregarded all precepts was building a bonfire in the middle of the road, holding a wine gourd in one hand and turning a wild mountain chicken over the fire with the other.

Not only was there no sign of Spiritual Qi on him, but he was also dusty and disheveled.

Yet, Venerable Guangming dared not be the slightest bit careless.

Because the Mad Monk, wearing a tattered monk's hat, broken monk's shoes, and a patched gray monk's robe, with a worn-out fan under his seat.

This appearance involuntarily reminded Venerable Guangming of a terrifying figure!

"Is the Master here waiting for this humble monk?" Venerable Guangming asked gravely.

His heart was growing uneasy.

Because the reincarnated Fa Hai in his arms, along with the Celestial Dragon on his shoulder, had also lifted its head.

The Celestial Dragon's eyes were solemn, and it seemed even a bit uneasy.

"Could it really be him?"

Venerable Guangming breathed heavily, sweating nervously on his forehead.

The Mad Monk finally spoke, shaking his head: "Not waiting for you."

Then pointed to the fields around him: "This is where my parents and my wife are buried."

"It's a shame that time passes so quickly, and there's not even a trace of graves left."

Venerable Guangming solemnly replied: "Condolences."

The Mad Monk grinned, the wild mountain chicken in his hand sizzling with oil, its aroma filling the air.

He bit off a piece of meat, swallowed it with good wine, then said with satisfaction:

"With wine and meat, there's no sorrow."

"And no worries."

Venerable Guangming replied: "That's good, very good."

The Mad Monk said no more, drinking and eating, his face full of oils and smiles.

Venerable Guangming just quietly watched him, waiting until he had finished eating before cautiously asking:

"This humble monk has urgent matters, may I proceed?"

The Mad Monk merely gestured towards the little Fa Hai in his arms:

"That child is quite good-looking, let me take a look."

Venerable Guangming's face turned angry at once, and he growled through gritted teeth:

"Jidian, do not push your luck!"