Infinite Comprehension by Taking In Disciples: Martial Uncle, Please Ascend!-Chapter 349: 297 Top-Quality Divine Vein_1

Chapter 349 -297 Top-Quality Divine Vein_1

Monk Wumo’s voice rang out, and Li Cheng, along with Ninety Thousand Miles, stopped in their tracks and turned to look.

The dead monk strode over, stopped a few yards from the two, gave a Buddhist salute, and then said, “Donor, are you skilled in formation knowledge?”

“No clue!” Li Cheng shut the dead monk down with one sentence.

“My sins, where there’s forgiveness, there should be mercy. Donor, let’s put the past behind us!” Monk Wumo said haltingly, before bowing deferentially.

A smile appeared on Li Cheng’s face, but he remained silent.

Monk Wumo, left with no choice, continued, “Donor, as per your request, I have lifted the curse from this donor. Can we let the matter of the Array Plate rest?”

Indeed, it had been Li Cheng who spoke up previously.

After a brief contemplation, Li Cheng said, “I know a bit about formations, Divine Monk, please speak your mind!”

Monk Wumo looked towards Ninety Thousand Miles, who took the cue and bowed, saying, “Master Li, Divine Monk, I shall take my leave first!”

Li Cheng nodded, “Take care, Laojiu!”

Once Ninety Thousand Miles had left, Monk Wumo spoke in a low voice, “Donor, I have found a gathering place for the Demon Race, but it is protected by a formation, and I would like to request your help in breaking it.”

“And then? Are you planning to convert those demons?” Li Cheng asked indifferently, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Amitabha, the demonic nature of the demons gathered there is deeply rooted, and my Buddhist Law is insufficient to convert them. However, I am willing to deliver them unto the Blissful World!” Monk Wumo declared with a look of devotion, one might actually mistake him for a revered monk.

Li Cheng laughed, “Aren’t you going to be breaking your precept of non-killing again, Divine Monk?”

Monk Wumo hastily pressed his palms together, “Amitabha, the Buddha said: delivering beings surpasses the merits of creating a seven-tiered stupa, how can it be considered killing? Donor, you are being too literal!”

Jeez, I feel sorry for your Buddha, always getting blamed for your actions!

Who would believe your Buddha actually said such a thing.

This bald donkey is up to no good.

Li Cheng was astonished and fist-palmed, “Divine Monk truly lives up to his name, your depth of Buddhist philosophy is admirable!”

“Amitabha! Once the task is accomplished, this poor monk is willing to give up half of the score as a way to resolve the karma with the Array Plate,” said Monk Wumo.

“Agreed, please lead the way, Divine Monk!”

Considering it’s a Demon Race stronghold, at the very least it should be like the previous one, close to ten thousand demons would be there. Clearing them out would definitely yield over a hundred thousand points, sharing half of that wouldn’t be too bad.

After all, I am just here to break the formation; the rest is up to the monk.

Meanwhile, Ninety Thousand Miles returned to Savage City, heaved a long sigh of relief, glanced to the north, and muttered, “This trip was worthwhile, not only was the curse lifted, but I have also earned five Divine Stones.”

For Loose Cultivators, even for Heaven Gods, earning Divine Stones is not easy. Like the villages near Cloud Bright City, where the village chiefs are Heaven Gods, they lead their people in the hard work of cultivating Divine Rice, yet they can’t make but a few stones a year.

Earning five Divine Stones by flying back and forth a few million miles is like catching a pie from the sky.

This is the life of the downtrodden.

“I just hope Master Li will be alright, that monk is quite sly.”

Muttering to himself, Ninety Thousand Miles returned to his residence and solemnly took out the storage bag from his chest, “Five Divine Stones, my cultivation is about to advance.”

He didn’t take the Heaven God Pill, not feeling the least bit regretful, as he was just guiding the way, and it wasn’t his to claim.

Upon opening the storage bag, Ninety Thousand Miles’s eyes widened, “This…”

Inside the bag, there were a full ten million Divine Stones!

Besides that, there were ten bottles of Heaven God Pills, twelve per bottle, totaling one hundred and twenty!

What shocked him even more was that all these Heaven God Pills were of top-notch quality!

He knew very well that even a low-grade Heaven God Pill required fifty thousand Divine Stones, it might take him a century to afford one, yet all these in his hands were of the highest grade!

“Master Li must have given me the wrong storage bag, I must wait by the city gate for his return to give it back to him,” thought Ninety Thousand Miles without hesitation.

How could such wealth be meant for a mere guide?

It surely was a mistake!

But suddenly, Ninety Thousand Miles noticed a Jade Slip among the pile of Divine Stones with an inscription that read: For Ninety Thousand Miles!

Confused, with a hint of suspicion, he probed it with his Divine Sense.

“Laojiu, there are few in the Divine Realm whom I respect, and you are one of them, a little token of my appreciation for you to accept,” the message in the Jade Slip read.

“Don’t refuse it. Reach the True God Realm soon, so you can also help me.”

Seeing the message left in the Jade Slip, Ninety Thousand Miles was stunned. The thought that he, Laojiu, had earned the respect of the formidable Demon-suppressing Envoy. When did this happen?

Regaining his composure, Ninety Thousand Miles cautiously took out a Heaven God Pill, took a deep breath, and vowed, “Laojiu has never been regarded so highly in his life, I swear, I will not disappoint you!”

Li Cheng, who was on his way, noticed that the Jade Slip had been activated, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved up.

“Donor, is there something delightful? Feel free to share, let this poor monk share your joy,” Monk Wumo caught a glimpse of Li Cheng’s smile and said.

Li Cheng cleared his throat, “Hmm, I just thought how happy your Buddha must be, always carrying the can for you, since after all, your Buddha is compassionate.”

Monk Wumo almost choked, hastily pressed his palms together, and devoutly chanted the Buddha’s name: “Amitabha!”

Happy now?

Li Cheng smiled.

“Eh? There’s a Natural Array ahead, could Divine Monk’s mentioned demon gathering spot be there?” Suddenly, Li Cheng noticed that a mountain range tens of thousands of miles away had a Natural Array.

“Donor has eyes like a torch! It is indeed!”

The two landed in front of the mountain range, and Li Cheng surveyed it, saying, “The array completely conceals what’s inside; how can you be certain it contains demons?”

Monk Wumo was taken aback, “In this Savage Ridge, if they are not part of the Demon Race, they are Evil Cultivators, all of whom I wish to convert.”