There’s Something Wrong With These Demonic Women!

Chapter 142: You Two Are Really Kind-Hearted!

Chapter 142: You Two Are Really Kind-Hearted!

After leaving Kongming Temple, Lu Xun wandered aimlessly. He couldn't help feeling a bit helpless and frustrated about the two old monks who had seen through his wife's true identity without a glance. At the same time, he was also worried that something might happen, leading to an uncontrollable situation.

"I just went to the temple to cleanse my soul, and now I've run into a situation with these two monks," Lu Xun muttered to himself as he walked along the street. "If a fight breaks out, the consequences would be unimaginable. With the terrifying strength of the big demoness, she might turn them into ashes."

Damn it, why do a few stumbling blocks always appear on the path to saving the world?

At this moment, Lu Xun was feeling quite frustrated. He, as a mortal, had used his eloquence countless times to protect all living beings in the world. He had suffered so much pain and hardship, and how many times had he woken up with a twisted mouth and slanted eyes? Yet, these two beings with no foresight had emerged, attempting to disrupt everything.

Just then, Lu Xun realized that he was being followed. Using the pretext of buying something, he discreetly glanced in the direction of the followers and saw two monks in the distance. This infuriated him to no end. They had actually followed him!

After some brief contemplation and calm analysis, Lu Xun decided to lead the two monks outside the city. Even if something unexpected happened, it wouldn't harm innocent bystanders.

"Senior Brother…"

"He's going outside the city," the old monk responsible for divination signs said as he looked at the figure of the man in the distance. Then he turned to the abbot and said, "I reckon he's planning to meet that demoness."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hesitated for a moment and asked quietly, "Senior Brother, should we really not inform Guardian Su?"

"For such a minor matter, we shouldn't bother Guardian Su. If we let her handle everything, wouldn't it tarnish our reputation at Kongming Temple?" The abbot shook his head, speaking with a deep and meaningful tone. "We can handle this ourselves. Let's not trouble Guardian Su. Besides, although she appears indifferent, she actually has quite a temper."

The abbot's words sent shivers down the old monk's spine. He still vividly remembered the last time when Guardian Su had lost her temper. It was a terrifying scene, one that defied description. The overwhelming aura was so powerful that even lifting one's head had been a challenge.

"Senior Brother, you're absolutely right. Guardian Su's temper is unpredictable. If we're unlucky, our temple might face a catastrophic disaster," the old monk said with lingering fear. "I still have vivid memories of the last time Guardian Su lost her temper."

The two elderly monks, both in their late seventies, talked about that day with a shudder. It was evident that Su Jingyi's reputation in the world was no less formidable than that of the thousand-year-old big demoness Immortal Miao Feng. In fact, in some aspects, Su Jingyi's reputation even surpassed Immortal Miao Feng's.

After a long while, the two elderly monks followed Lu Xun to the outskirts of the city. Suddenly, Lu Xun stopped in his tracks and turned to look at them.

"Don't follow me anymore. Come out now," Lu Xun said helplessly. "I knew you were behind me all along, so I deliberately led you here."

The two old monks were taken aback but didn't seem that surprised. They silently walked towards Lu Xun, and the abbot, looking at the young man in front of him, said with great emphasis, "It seems that the benefactor is still persisting in his ways. Let me offer a word of advice: if you don't listen to reason, you will ultimately harm yourself."

"I say, you old baldy, coming up to preach to me with that merciful and compassionate look, is that meaningful?" Lu Xun said impatiently. "Whether my wife is a demoness or not, what's it to you? As long as I'm willing, it's none of your business!"

"Stubborn."

"It seems the benefactor is beyond saving," the old abbot sighed and muttered to himself, "Furthermore, if I hadn't seen it, it would have been one thing, but since I have, I can't just stand by and watch the benefactor perish at the hands of that demoness."

With these words, the old abbot paused for a moment and continued, "Benefactor, you are a practitioner, and your cultivation has reached the Late Heaven Realm. If you could be deceived so easily, I imagine the demoness's cultivation is even more remarkable. Nevertheless, my junior and I have come prepared for this."

"Additionally, I have offended you already. Now I can only use you to force that demoness to show herself," the old abbot said, joining his palms together without expression. "It's all for the sake of the people, so please bear with a bit of inconvenience for their sake."

Lu Xun didn't have a chance to finish his internal complaints when he saw the old monk taking off his robe and tossing it into the sky. In an instant, the robe expanded to the point where it covered the entire sky.

What the heck, is this for real?!

Lu Xun had never encountered such an absurd situation before. His instinct was to run, but the robe overhead kept growing larger, making it impossible to escape its reach. Helpless, he could only use both hands to resist, concentrating his energy to try and tear the robe apart.

"Benefactor, please don't do anything foolish."

Seeing Lu Xun resisting, the old abbot hurriedly advised, "The more you struggle, the tighter my robe will bind you. It's best to stand still and not move. Rest assured, you won't suffocate."

Damn old baldy!

Lu Xun knew the wisdom of taking advice when offered, so he gave up his resistance and stood still. The old monk's robe tightly bound him, leaving him no room for movement. However, the mischievous Lu Xun was a bit curious, so he twisted his body.

Ouch, it's getting tighter!

If only it were a rope, it might have been better. After all, it came with automatic binding functions. If there were also a whip…

"Eh?"

"Baldy," Lu Xun, now wrapped up like a dumpling, asked with some seriousness, "How did you come by this robe of yours?"

"This is the unique artifact of Kongming Temple. As long as one becomes the abbot of Kongming Temple, they can use this robe, as well as the staff and alms bowl," the old abbot explained, pausing for a moment before asking in a hushed voice, "Benefactor, will your wife come?"

"Of course."

"My wife loves me very much," Lu Xun said casually.

The old abbot sighed and said slowly, "Benefactor, humans and demons have different paths. From the moment you met your wife, this was the destined outcome. I don't wish it to be this way, but it goes against the natural order, and I have no choice but to intervene."

"Outcome?"

"You can't possibly guess the outcome." Lu Xun rolled his eyes and said helplessly, "You two seem quite friendly. Why don't you release me and run away quickly? If my wife arrives, I'm afraid she'll turn you both into ashes."

"Amitabha," the old abbot replied calmly. "Although my cultivation is not on par with the current Immortals, I can still compete with some top experts."

"I see…"

"My wife specializes in killing top experts," Lu Xun said earnestly. "Great Masters, don't remain stubborn. Release me now. When my wife arrives, you won't have a chance to escape."

At this moment, the previously silent old monk who had been doing divination spoke in a nonchalant tone, "Benefactor, you need not worry about us. We came prepared with artifacts this time, and that demoness won't get away."

Ah, it seems my wife's armory is about to acquire a few more treasures.

Lu Xun curled his lips. He used to wonder why there were so many treasures in the possession of the little and big demonesses. Now, the answer seemed crystal clear—people were just too generous, constantly sending things their way.

"Great Masters…"

"You two are really kind-hearted!" Lu Xun sighed. "Alright, I will spare your lives when my wife arrives."

Faced with such a stubborn young man, the two old monks could only sigh inwardly. The demoness had truly caused him great harm. This young man had a promising future ahead of him, but he insisted on marrying the demoness.

"Benefactor…"

"Your karma is too deep. If it's not eradicated, it will affect your future cultivation," the old abbot said thoughtfully. "Why not convert to Buddhism?"

Suddenly, the old abbot's words came to a halt. He looked towards the horizon with a solemn expression. A silver streak of light was approaching, and in the blink of an eye, it was right in front of them. With a thunderous roar, it kicked up a cloud of dust.

When the dust settled, they saw a woman, a woman whose beauty was beyond description in words.

The two old monks couldn't help but shudder upon seeing this woman, especially the old abbot. He found it hard to believe that he couldn't discern the woman's cultivation realm. How terrifying must she be for this to happen?

Seeing the tightly bound little thief, Immortal Miao Feng's brows furrowed with a trace of anger. With a casual wave of her hand, the bindings on him loosened.

"So audacious."

"To dare to bind my little thief," Immortal Miao Feng said coldly, gazing at the two monks before her.

In an instant, an overwhelming aura washed over them. The two monks found it hard to even stand, and lifting their eyelids became a difficult task.

Hiss.

This… this… she was definitely not an ordinary demoness!

Such a terrifying and astonishing pressure was comparable only to the current immortal Su Jingyi. The only one who could possibly rival this aura was that thousand year old demoness.

The old abbot's heart trembled, and a terrifying thought surged through his mind. Could it be… could the woman before them be the legendary Immortal Miao Feng? The millennium-old demoness who rivaled Su Jingyi?

"You…" The old abbot hurriedly summoned his staff and held it in front of his chest, cautiously asking, "Could you be the rumored millennium-old demoness, Immortal Miao Feng?"

Immortal Miao Feng didn't answer him. Instead, she seemed interested in the staff the old monk held. She extended her slender hand and made a slight grab in the air. Instantly, the staff left the old monk's grasp and flew straight towards her.

"Not bad. It's a top-grade artifact."

Immortal Miao Feng lifted the staff with one hand and casually wiped away the consciousness within it. Then she tossed it to Lu Xun.

"Uh, sister…"

"This robe…" Lu Xun held the staff and the robe, grinning shyly.

Immortal Miao Feng gave him a coy look and wiped away the consciousness within the robe.

Meanwhile, the old abbot was on the verge of going mad. The fight hadn't even started yet, and two artifacts had already been lost.

As this sorrowful feeling had yet to pass, a sinister voice sounded in their ears.

"He still has a bowl."