I Truly Am The Villian Chapter 2214: 2213: Yinchang Kingdom, the Buddha Monk Shows the Way

“I understand that the curse must be eliminated, but the primary concern is precisely how to achieve this.”

Long Zhou responded.

“At present, we are unable to pinpoint the curse’s origin. Do you, Master, possess a method?”

“I shall make an attempt,” the Barefoot Monk declared.

He observed the dark tendrils extending from behind Lue Su.

These dark lines served as a connection between Lue Su and the curse itself.

In essence, tracing these dark lines would lead one to the curse's location.

However, the perpetrator of the curse was undoubtedly cunning, unlikely to permit its easy discovery.

The caster would surely relocate or employ obscure tactics, presenting a significant hurdle.

The Barefoot Monk needed to locate the curse's source discreetly, without causing alarm or alerting the enemy.

He shut his Buddha Eye, and waves of pale golden power emanated outwards.

The Buddhist Law he had diligently cultivated formed a six-pointed star formation around him.

Instantly, this concentrated Buddha light appeared sentient, enveloping Lue Su.

Initially, the Buddha light advanced with caution, as if hesitant to disturb the curse’s inherent power.

The Barefoot Monk simultaneously uttered a mantra and formed a specific hand seal.

“Bodhisattva Nirvana, may the Buddha Monk illuminate the path.”

At that precise moment, the Buddhist manifestation shifted from tentative observation to an aggressive stance, akin to a pack of wolves ready to pounce; as the Buddha light intensified.

When this surge of light struck, it swiftly enveloped all the power constituting the curse.

Then, with a gesture from both hands, the Barefoot Monk acted.

A luminous golden line materialized behind Lue Su.

Distinct from the preceding black lines, this golden line intertwined with them, rendering it imperceptible to the untrained eye.

Even the original black lines remained undisturbed, showing no outward reaction.

This was due to the inherent nature of Buddha light, which possesses the ability to integrate with all forms of power; its all-encompassing quality allows it to merge with any energy source.

Consequently, even the power of the curse was not exempt from this pervasive inclusivity of Buddha light.

The Barefoot Monk made another motion with his hand.

Several streams of Buddha light directed themselves towards Long Zhou’s eyes.

He effortlessly opened Long Zhou’s Buddha Eye.

“This…this is…” Long Zhou faltered, then his face brightened with realization and excitement.

“We’ve found it! The origin of the curse!”

The Barefoot Monk appeared noticeably fatigued.

He gave a slight nod and stated, “Locating these dark tendrils was not the true difficulty; the challenge lay in avoiding detection by those orchestrating this.”

“Follow this manifested Buddha light, and you will discover the location of the curse.”

“My sincere gratitude, Master,” Long Zhou, a man of deep emotions, expressed.

He immediately dropped to his knees.

His wife's well-being was paramount to him.

Even at the zenith of his cultivation, he had withdrawn to the mountains for her sake.

His readiness to relinquish everything for his wife underscored the profundity of his affection.

Even Meng Kun, standing nearby, displayed a measure of disbelief.

After all, both the Cloud Interval Temple and the Barefoot Monk had been widely dismissed as charlatans in Longxing City.

Accusations of trickery, deceit, and underhanded dealings were common.

To witness this venerable monk possess genuine abilities was unexpected.

For a fleeting moment, Meng Kun experienced a pang of regret; had he foreseen this earlier, enlisting the Barefoot Monk's aid sooner might have been more advantageous.

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“Master, you have preserved my wife’s life. Whatever you desire, you need only ask.”

Long Zhou affirmed.

“Whatever is within my capacity to grant, I shall endeavor to fulfill without reservation.”

“Monks do not seek recompense for their actions,” the Barefoot Monk replied.

“Should I have a request, let it be that you engage in less bloodshed and more virtuous deeds henceforth.”

For the Barefoot Monk, his ultimate aspiration was the propagation of Buddhist Law.

External matters held less significance for him.

Upon hearing the Barefoot Monk’s words, Long Zhou bowed deeply and responded, “Your virtue, Master, is truly profound.”

He then turned his gaze towards Meng Kun.

Addressing him, Long Zhou declared, “Patriarch Meng, I must pursue the individual behind this scheme. I entrust my wife and children to your care.”

“Have no concerns, Elder Long,” Meng Kun readily agreed, his willingness evident.

With a smile, he assured, “Rest assured, our Meng family will steadfastly protect your household.”

While no explicit terms were discussed.

It was implicitly understood that favors are remembered and can be called upon during critical junctures.

There was no need for excessive formality in acknowledging this understanding.

Lue Su and the others also conveyed their profound gratitude to the Barefoot Monk.

The Barefoot Monk offered a slight gesture with his hand.

“The compassion inherent in Buddhist Law is dedicated to serving all sentient beings.”

It was anticipated that, as a consequence of this incident, the entire Long Zhou lineage would become proponents of Buddhist Law.

“Senior,” the Barefoot Monk turned his head, his attention now fixed on Xu Zimei.

He announced, “It is time for our departure.”

Xu Zimei inclined her head slightly and responded, “Attend to your immediate duties first.”

She recognized that upon their arrival at the True Martial Holy Sect, the Barefoot Monk’s return might be indefinitely delayed.

The Barefoot Monk offered a brief nod.

He then re-entered the main hall, commencing the task of arranging the damaged Buddha statues.

To him, these sacred figures represented his very foundation.

The very place where the Jade Buddha Statue once stood was where its roots lay. Centuries ago, the Holy Court had annihilated the Jade Mountain Buddha, and the residual Sword Qi from that cataclysm had fractured these very statues. Yet, the Barefoot Monk chose not to repair them, instead relocating the damaged figures to the newly established Cloud Interval Temple. This act served as a solemn memorial, a constant reminder to himself. As the Barefoot Monk busied himself, everyone's attention eventually turned towards Xu Zimei. To be perfectly candid, Xu Zimei had kept his aura concealed prior to this, leading everyone to assume he was merely an ordinary individual. To their collective astonishment, even the Barefoot Monk addressed him with the honorific 'Senior,' implying that Xu Zimei's power was far from ordinary.

“Might I inquire as to how we should address this fellow Daoist?” Meng Kun stepped forward eagerly, seeking to establish an acquaintance. Xu Zimei merely gestured dismissively. “Begone,” he stated, “I do not appreciate being disturbed.” To these insignificant beings, Xu Zimei felt no inclination to converse; they were, in his eyes, inhabitants of a completely different realm. Among the group, only Long Zhou possessed considerable strength, his cultivation nearly reaching the pinnacle of the Three Flowers level. However, he remained a considerable distance from Xu Zimei's level. Long Zhou finally began to regard Xu Zimei with seriousness, only to realize he could not fathom the depth of Xu Zimei's power. A jolt ran through his heart. He had, in his past, been an esteemed expert within the Heaven Extreme Realm. Even after many years of solitary cultivation, his power had not waned but had instead flourished, bringing him to the very brink of the Three Flowers stage. Yet, he never conceived that an individual of such formidable stature existed in this world. He swiftly clasped his hands in a respectful gesture. “Greetings, Senior,” he declared respectfully. “Proceed,” Xu Zimei waved his hand once more. Perceiving Xu Zimei’s clear reluctance to engage in further conversation, Long Zhou did not dare to linger. He entrusted the care of his wife and children to Meng Kun before embarking on his quest to locate the entity responsible for the curse. ……

Before long, the Barefoot Monk concluded his arrangements. Accompanying Xu Zimei, they set their course towards Yinchang Country. Xu Zimei’s movements were remarkably swift, and Yinchang Country proved to be not an immense distance away. Utilizing the full might of the Time-Space Shuttle, their journey to the capital of Yinchang Country spanned a mere half-day. Yinchang Country was, by all accounts, a diminutive nation. Its size was such that, excluding its capital, it commanded a territory of merely 300,000 square kilometers, encompassing just twenty-three cities. These cities were situated in close proximity, and a significant portion of its populace consisted of ordinary individuals. Upon their arrival, the capital was designated “Zhoushou City.” Legend has it that in ancient times, the progenitor of Yinchang Country was an exceptional cultivator. His Dao cultivation was so profound it could pierce the very heavens, and he possessed a benevolent heart.