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Lin Fuping and the other person landed, and the scene became silent.

The casual cultivator who was originally quietly trying to accept the inheritance became even quieter at this moment. The other three casual cultivators at the Void Refining stage were also as silent as gourds with their mouths sawed off.

The independent cultivators were not at an advantage to begin with, and now that Cao Meng had taken Huang Ying away, the situation of the three of them became even more awkward.

"Let the Buddhists inherit the tradition first. Do you have any objections?"

The three of them shook their heads

Anyway, none of the three of them are good at knife skills, calligraphy, or music, so it might be better to let the Buddhists come first, which can save some "entrance fees".

"That's fine, Master Liaokong, please send someone up to receive the inheritance!"

Lin Fuping opened three Mahayana inheritances at the same time, and most of the people present were attracted for a moment. Liaokong and his three disciples saluted Lin Fuping and flew towards the Mahayana inheritance.

"Senior Sister, please help me keep an eye on this. If anyone from the Li or Ou family wants to receive the inheritance, feel free to give it a try. As for those forces..."

Lin Fuping points to the direction of Ji's house

"If you want to charge, just triple the amount of the inheritance of the Fusion Stage. As for them..."

Lin Fuping pointed at the three Void Refining Cultivators.

"The inheritance of the Fusion Stage is five times, but if there are any strange and weird things, please help me keep an eye out for them, Senior Sister."

"Where are you going?"

Bai Banxia heard that Lin Fuping meant to run away

"There are some things that I won't feel at ease without clarifying them."

...

Lin Fuping suddenly appeared in the back mountain of Tianlong Temple.

"This junior wants to see Abbot Jueming, please grant me that."

There was no response from the back mountain of Tianlong Temple. Lin Fuping shouted again

"Junior Lin Fuping wishes to see Abbot Jueming. Please grant me permission."

Still no response

Lin Fuping waited for three breaths and was about to call for help again when another voice came from behind him.

"Master Lin, why are you back?"

He is the abbot of Tianlong Temple, the master of Liaokong and Liaole, Master Huiming.

"Shouldn't you be at the Buddha Temple?"

"Fu Ping has met the host Hui Ming!"

Lin Fuping bowed

"I have something I don't understand, so I came to ask Abbot Jueming for advice."

"What is it? The abbot is not available right now, maybe I can help you solve your problem."

"Grandmaster..."

Lin Fuping looked at Huiming seriously

"I want to know what exactly is the blood-colored chain restriction that the Buddhist sect has placed on the souls of the people in the royal city?"

Huiming was startled, then sighed

"Why did you ask this question suddenly?"

"Since you want me to do something, please don't hide it from me."

Lin Fuping hates being kept in the dark

"Donor, don't you already have a guess?"

Lin Fuping clenched his fist in silence

"Is it because... I'm too weak?"

Liaokong’s concerns were correct; Lin Fuping’s emotions were indeed delicate.

What she was thinking now was that it was because she could not defeat the remaining soul of Yun Hua that she needed the blessing of the Buddhist prohibitions and needed... Cihang to die for her.

It's really a bad feeling that I didn't kill Bo Ren, but Bo Ren died because of me, especially for someone like Ci Hang, who died on the eve of dawn.

Before, Lin Fuping always thought that what the Buddhists and Jueming and others had paid was just their vows, which could be accumulated again if lost. He never thought that the restriction would require the sacrifice of a Mahayana monk.

Huiming clasped his hands together, shook his head and sighed.

"Donor, you are obsessed! What Cihang did was what he wanted and what he wanted in his heart. It has nothing to do with you. Donor, please don't cause yourself trouble."

"I have nothing to worry about, I just feel a little...reluctant!"

Lin Fuping smiled self-deprecatingly

I thought that I couldn't save those ghosts from thousands of years ago in the nightmare, but at least I could remove the haze that weighed on Buddhism. But in the end, I still couldn't save them, and I still had to rely on their sacrifice.

Huiming looked at Lin Fuping's self-deprecating expression and said

"Donor, your appearance is a gift from heaven and a hope for liberation for our Buddhist sect. If it weren't for you, I don't know how long we would have floated in this repetitive cycle and endless despair.

But now we have hope, all we need is some... sacrifices. This is the mission we stayed for in the first place. Cihang is willing, and so are we."

"Master, I..."

Lin Fuping was a little hesitant. She wanted to postpone the process of purifying the foul air in the royal city and wait until she reached the Mahayana stage. This way, they would not have to make sacrifices.

"Donor, time waits for no one!"

Huiming's simple words interrupted Lin Fuping's thoughts.

They knew that it would be better to wait until Lin Fuping had a higher level of cultivation for these things, but the current situation did not give them much time.

Huiming thought about the matter concerning the entire continent, which now depended on a young man who was less than a hundred years old, and his eyes could not help but show some pity and love.

"Donor, I have something to say to you. Don't reject situations that come your way, and don't hold on to them when they go away. Just let everything go with the flow!"

Lin Fuping was silent for a while, then asked

"Master, I want to ask, if we lose your protection, how will the remaining Buddhist disciples survive?"

Lin Fuping couldn't help but think that if every time he purified a piece of foul air, he would need a Buddhist monk of at least the Mahayana stage to sacrifice himself, then when Buddhism lost its high-end combat power, what would the remaining Buddhist disciples do when facing those sand bandits?

By then, people like Liaokong who guard the Buddhist tradition will be no less than children carrying gold through the market.

"The abbot has made arrangements!"

"Is it really impossible to postpone it?"

"No, it has to be as soon as possible!"

Huiming looked calm

"Donor Lin, I'm sure you also feel it! That mysterious urging."

"Okay, I get it! I just want to ask you now, when can you tell me something."

Lin Fuping could only feel the urging, but she really didn't understand why.

"Amitabha, benefactor, the time has not come yet."

Huiming said something, but no useful information was revealed.

...

Lin Fuping returned to the ruins of Tianyue City and stood beside Bai Banxia. Now basically all inheritances have people trying to inherit them. What surprised Lin Fuping was that among the Mahayana inheritances, Yunhua's inheritance actually already had a candidate, and it was Xiong Zhengba from Badaomen who had met Lin Fuping once (he had a fight with the heroine, the one with the sword domain).

"Why is he here?"

Lin Fuping remembered that when he left, no one from Badaomen came!

"It's fate. He came at the right time."

Bai Banxia was also somewhat impressed by Xiong Zhengba's luck. Not long after Lin Fuping left, his two brothers arrived.

What is this called? It is better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early.

Under the suppression of Long Aotian, Xiong Zhengba snatched a chance of inheritance before three Void Refining Cultivators.

Xiong Zhengba is indeed a genius in swordsmanship, and Yunhua’s inheritance chose him.

"Oh!"

Lin Fuping responded indifferently. She didn’t really care who owned Yunhua’s inheritance since she couldn’t use it for her own use anyway.

only...

Lin Fuping's gaze fell on the sturdy man who was guarding Xiong Zhengba, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Senior Sister, that person... must be Long Aotian, right? The one who hurt you before!?"