Capítulo 365: Chapter 365: I believe I can teach her well. Trust me.
Withstanding heavenly tribulation with his physical body—among everyone present, who else could have done it besides Lin Fan?
Qin Ge was the first to raise his hand, "I've faced something like this."
But the heavenly tribulation he faced was a weak one, hardly worth mentioning. Compared to the tribulation Lin Fan faced, it was a world of difference, with no comparison at all.
"Divine Monk…"
They regarded the Divine Monk as a guiding light, illuminating the path ahead. But now, the Divine Monk was actually leaving, completely disrupting their plans.
The Divine Monk turned around, palms together, and said, "Amitabha. Everyone, this crusade was a joke from the beginning. With the heavens watching over this benefactress, what is there to worry about?"
"Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life. Lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. Benefactress Zhao has promised to refrain from killing from now on, and we should choose to believe her, giving her a chance to reform."
"Any benefactor who wishes to leave with this poor monk may follow me."
The Divine Monk was helpless.
Having cultivated to this age, one must have a broad perspective and active thoughts. The true essence lies in being flexible and adaptable.
"Divine Monk, I'll go with you."
"Me too."
Leaving with the Divine Monk offered safety. If they encountered assassins halfway, wouldn't they be doomed?
The Divine Monk bid farewell to Lin Fan and left chicly, his pace quick, as if a fierce tiger were chasing him. If he didn't walk faster, he feared being swallowed by the tiger.
"This…"
"Sigh!"
Some shook their heads in distress. They had come to eliminate a demon, but now, everyone was retreating in a hurry, catching them off guard.
Especially the Divine Monk, a leader-like figure, was the first to retreat. This was a huge blow to them.
"Farewell!" The Demonic Dao Grandmaster cupped his hands and drifted away.
The most unwilling one was the Prince.
Seeing everyone about to leave, he felt anxious.
Damn it!
Don't go!
If you all leave, what am I supposed to do? I'm meant to be the Emperor! Now I'm so confused, completely lost about what to do.
After thinking it over…
"Divine Monk, wait for me!"
His only backing, the Divine Monk, had already retreated. What else could he do here? Naturally, he would run as far away as possible. Staying here would only be asking for trouble.
He even felt…
That Zhao Zhenle would kill him.
An operation to subdue a demon was completely foiled because of Lin Fan's presence.
Several months later!
Zhao Zhenle and Lin Fan remained in the deep palace.
Who would inherit the throne?
Originally, Zhao Zhenle wanted to inherit the throne, but Lin Fan stopped her. As far as Lin Fan was concerned, he could see through her at a glance. Zhenle's nature was wicked. If she became Empress, it would bring disaster to the people.
The only Prince became the Emperor.
His status was recognized by the powerful officials in the palace. However, the Prince was miserable. He couldn't return to the palace and could only hold court and work outside. Moreover, he couldn't make decisions on some matters.
For him, this was truly frustrating, so frustrating that he wanted to charge into the palace with a blade and fight Zhao Zhenle to the death.
These were just thoughts.
He wouldn't dare even if he had ten times the courage.
Mid-Autumn Festival, full moon.
Night!
Zhao Zhenle stood by the window, looking up at the sky.
"The moon is beautiful."
She was at peace now, without those worries. Everything had been resolved.
A dark cloud quietly drifted across the sky.
The full moon shone brightly.
Two full moons appeared in Zhao Zhenle's eyes. Suddenly, her heart pounded violently, thump-thump-thump… as if someone were hammering it.
Her consciousness entered a strange space.
Time seemed to stop.
The evil suppressed in her heart was released a thousandfold.
"This isn't what I want."
A strong wickedness appeared on Zhao Zhenle's face. The true secret of the Nine Nether Divine Scripture was only now slowly revealed. A cultivation technique with such characteristics was no longer something ordinary people could create.
A thousand years ago, the one who cultivated the Nine Nether Divine Scripture faced heavenly tribulation and perished directly, with no further record.
Now, because of Lin Fan's appearance, the heavenly tribulation didn't destroy Zhao Zhenle. Thus, the characteristics of the Nine Nether Divine Scripture were fully revealed. After surviving that tribulation, she waited for the full moon to appear, completely releasing the evil nature of the scripture. Her power multiplied exponentially, unstoppable, unhindered.
In an instant, Zhao Zhenle disappeared from the room, a streak of black light escaping towards the distance.
Inside the room.
"Zhenle, being a little naughty, aren't you?" Lin Fan stood at the table, kneading dough, preparing to make some mooncakes. Although he didn't know how to make mooncakes, as long as they were round, it was fine.
At this moment, he sensed the aura emanating from Zhao Zhenle. It was very wicked, very terrifying. As she fled into the distance, he could only follow closely behind, to see what she wanted to do.
A luxurious mansion.
The Prince, who had inherited the throne, sighed and groaned, his head aching. Every day, memorials were delivered to him. Was he the Emperor? Indeed, the imperial seal was by his side. But to say he wasn't… was also awkward. He couldn't go to the palace and could only stay in this broken-down place.
Although this mansion was luxurious, compared to the palace, the difference was truly vast.
Heaven and earth.
What comparison could there be?
He desperately wanted to move back to the palace, but that terrifying woman was there. Thinking of those reclusive experts, he felt angry. Before they acted, they all acted profound and unfathomable.
Once on the scene, they ran faster than anyone.
Even the Divine Monk he trusted most was like this.
"Oh, why is it so cold?"
He shivered. There was no wind, yet he felt a bone-chilling coldness, as if he were in an ice cellar, cold from the outside in.
He got up, preparing to close the door.
Walking to the door, about to close it, he suddenly froze. He saw a figure standing on the wall under the moonlight.
With the help of the moonlight.
He saw clearly who the figure was.
"Zhao Zhenle!"
Instantly.
His face turned deathly pale, as white as a sheet of paper. He panicked and wanted to run, but in this situation, where could he run? He screamed at the top of his lungs, heart-wrenching cries.
"Divine Monk, save me!"
"Save me!"
Since leaving the palace, the Divine Monk had returned to his mountain to cultivate in seclusion and hadn't come out. But the Prince felt very uneasy. Without a strong expert to protect him, what would he do if he encountered danger?
So, after becoming Emperor, he personally went to the Divine Monk.
At first, the Divine Monk refused to leave the mountain.
No way.
The Prince, now Emperor, knelt before the Divine Monk, kowtowing and begging him to come out, offering him the position of National Teacher. Finally, the Divine Monk sighed helplessly, "The True Dragon Emperor requests; this old monk can only break his promise. Otherwise, it would be abandoning the world and disregarding peace."
"I will descend into hell if I don't."
In the past, the Prince would have wept bitterly, believing his words. But now, he wouldn't believe a ghost. This damned monk was extremely cunning. However, he still praised the Divine Monk profusely.
Compassionate, enlightened monk, self-sacrificing, and so on…
He praised him as much as he could.
The Divine Monk, who was reading Buddhist scriptures in his room, heard the Emperor's cry for help. He moved like lightning, transforming into a white shadow and disappearing from his spot. In a moment, he appeared where the Emperor was.
When the Divine Monk saw Zhao Zhenle, his expression changed drastically, sensing impending doom.
So many strong experts had struggled before… Now, with only him, how could he be her opponent?
"Such a wicked aura."
The Divine Monk felt the aura emanating from Zhao Zhenle, his Buddhist heart trembling, as if he had fallen into hell. The wails of hundreds of ghosts disturbed his concentration.
All is emptiness!
Prajnaparamita!
"Disperse!"
The Divine Monk crushed the Buddhist beads in his hand, dispelling the evil surrounding him. His voice boomed, "Benefactress Zhao, everything is in the past. Can you not let go?"
Zhao Zhenle looked at the two who appeared. She took a step and instantly vanished, her speed so fast that the Divine Monk didn't even react.
And when he did react.
It was already too late.
Zhao Zhenle appeared in front of the Divine Monk, five fingers shimmering with a ghostly light, reaching for his head. Her fingers hadn't arrived, but he already felt the sharp chill.
"This poor monk is going to see the Buddha." The Divine Monk lamented inwardly, his expression calm. Even if he died, he had to die with the appearance of an eminent monk.
Slap!
Just as the Divine Monk thought he was doomed, he found Zhao Zhenle stopped her hand, and the demon's expression seemed pained.
Then.
A voice reached his ears.
"Zhenle, weren't you doing so well recently? Why are you hurting others again?" Lin Fan appeared behind Zhao Zhenle, pulling her hair back, while Zhao Zhenle's head tilted back.
"It hurts, it hurts!" Zhao Zhenle cried.
Lin Fan said helplessly, "If it hurts, you should stop. I've told you so many times, why don't you listen?"
"I'll listen, I'll listen…" Zhao Zhenle pleaded. Just as Lin Fan slowly loosened his grip, wickedness flashed in her eyes. She turned, her five fingers covering Lin Fan's face, then squeezing, intending to crush his head.
However…
She strained!
She continued to strain!
Lin Fan's head didn't budge. Instead, Zhao Zhenle's face turned red, as if she had used all her strength.
Lin Fan raised his hand and slapped Zhao Zhenle's hand away. The force was a bit strong, instantly turning the back of her hand red.
"That's very rude."
"Come back with me."
He frowned, feeling that something was truly wrong with Zhenle. Her wickedness was heavier than before. To use a phrase from a movie, it was…
The gates of hell have opened.
The world would become a purgatory again.
The Daoist meaning of the golden leaf suppressed the evil, but it was just a single golden leaf. No matter how strong the effect, it had a limit.
The characteristic of the Nine Nether was boundless wickedness.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be the case that… Daoist and Buddhist experts suppressed demons by sacrificing themselves, and after a hundred or so years, the demons would come out alive and kicking again.
This was the difference between the two.
The Divine Monk breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, thankfully…
"Benefactor Lin, please wait…"
Lin Fan, who was dragging Zhao Zhenle back, turned around and smiled, "Divine Monk, is there something?"
The Divine Monk said, "Benefactor Lin, she has completely fallen into the evil path, her mind eroded by wickedness. If this old monk's guess is correct, it should be related to today's full moon. The outburst of wickedness has completely confused her mind, making it difficult to save her."
"For the sake of the world's people…"
Before he could finish, Lin Fan interrupted him.
Lin Fan apologized, "It's alright. I was making mooncakes just now and was a bit careless. I'll keep a better eye on her in the future. She's a good girl. I believe with my patience and ability, I can teach her well."
"There won't be a next time."
"Goodbye."
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