#912 - More repairs

An incense stick's time later.

Following Pu Xuan, they passed through the chaotic Yun'an Temple and arrived at the Great Hero Hall.

As the most core main hall of any temple, the Great Hero Hall enshrines the statue of Sakyamuni Buddha, which is commonly regarded as the most "grand" Buddha of Buddhism.

"Abbot, Abbot..."

Inside the hall, there were still a few monks who had not escaped but were hiding here, praying for the Buddha's "protection".

Upon seeing Pu Xuan enter, they hurriedly ran out and asked:

"Abbot, what, what was that just now...?"

"Oh, it's nothing, don't panic."

Pu Xuan looked at Wei Changtian, who was silent behind him, and said softly, "Everyone, please leave."

"Yes."

The monks looked at each other, then at Wei Changtian's expressionless face, their eyes still filled with the fear caused by the Candle Dragon.

However, no matter what doubts they had, they naturally dared not disobey Pu Xuan's words, so they quickly hurried out of the hall.

And once they left, only Pu Xuan and Wei Changtian remained in the vast Great Hero Hall, along with a golden and mighty Buddha statue.

Nodding, Pu Xuan sighed, seemingly helpless.

"Alas, Young Master Wei, perhaps you do not want to hear any explanations, but this humble monk still wants to tell you why I took in these two people."

"Oh?"

Wei Changtian was not in a hurry but instead glanced at Pu Xuan with interest: "Speak, then."

"Very well."

Pu Xuan turned to look at the tall Sakyamuni statue, paused for a moment, and then slowly said:

"Young Master Wei, that old man dressed as a beggar was originally a member of our Buddhist sect."

"I know that."

Wei Changtian nodded slightly: "And then what? You're not going to tell me that he practiced some evil art and was expelled from Buddhism, are you?"

"...It's not an evil art."

Faced with Wei Changtian's disdain, Pu Xuan's expression did not change much; he only explained earnestly:

"Young Master should have seen his Dharma form last night; at first glance, it is indeed quite terrifying, like an evil Buddha."

"But in reality, that is not because of any evil art but because he cultivated too many and too mixed techniques."

"What do you mean?"

Hearing Pu Xuan's words, Wei Changtian suddenly recalled the Taoist "escape technique" supernatural power that the old beggar had used when he fled last night, and his pupils contracted slightly.

"Could it be that he cultivates both Buddhism and Taoism?"

"Not just Buddhism and Taoism..."

Pu Xuan shook his head: "Also, witchcraft, Gu, Confucianism, Demon... I don't know how many, but he should have tried most of the cultivation paths under heaven."

"However, the cultivation methods of each sect are different, and some even run counter to each other, and under mutual influence, some good or bad variables will inevitably arise."

"And that evil Buddha Dharma form is one of these many variables."

"..."

In his ears, Pu Xuan's voice was calm and affirmative, proving that what he said should not be fabricated, at least ninety percent true.

And in that case, Wei Changtian was inevitably stunned.

Good heavens.

A hodgepodge????

Although the cultivation paths in this world do not have the concept of "exclusivity", in reality, few people simultaneously practice two sects' techniques.

After all, a martial artist's time is very precious; one sect is not enough to practice, where would they have the time to learn a "second major"?

More importantly, "multi-cultivation" has very limited improvement for martial artists and may even have the opposite effect.

As Pu Xuan said, the paths of each sect are vastly different, and some have no common ground at all.

In this way, simultaneously cultivating two sects' techniques can easily lead to a "Qi deviation" situation.

Originally, they wanted to become stronger, but instead, they became weaker, and they might even lose their lives.

Naturally, no one would do such a thankless thing, which ultimately led to almost no one "dual-cultivating".

Let alone "multi-cultivating".

And now, according to Pu Xuan's meaning, that old beggar actually "multi-cultivated" at least five or six paths and hasn't gone mad, which is undoubtedly incredible.

If this is true, it can only mean two things.

One, he has very good luck.

Two, he is a cultivation genius.

However...

"How do you know all this?"

Suddenly, Wei Changtian's tone became阴 cold, asking a very crucial question.

Pu Xuan did not answer immediately but slowly closed his eyes, and after a long while, he said with incomparable difficulty:

"He is my elder brother..."

"..."

Without a doubt, Wei Changtian never expected to hear such an answer.

That old beggar is this bald donkey's elder brother?

Come to think of it, these two do look a bit alike.

But that's not right either.

If they are really brothers, then their cultivation talents should be similar.

How is it that one clearly possesses the strength of a non-ordinary Second Rank, while the other is only Fourth Rank?

Did the old beggar get some great opportunity?

A series of questions flashed through Wei Changtian's mind, and Pu Xuan did not intend to explain further but only opened his eyes and said bitterly:

"Young Master Wei, now you know why this humble monk hid him in the temple, right?"

"Brotherly affection, understandable."

Wei Changtian stared directly at Pu Xuan, his voice very calm, but the aura around him had already begun to surge in secret.

Obviously, due to the latter's "frank confession", he had already realized something.

If Pu Xuan really is brothers with that old beggar, then how could he so easily betray the latter?

Just for the sake of a mere Yun'an Temple?

Impossible.

Then, this is most likely not a "betrayal" but a trap aimed at him...

"Abbot, are you letting me die knowing why?"

Changing the subject, Wei Changtian sneered and directly broke through this layer of window paper, while his left hand had already rested on the hilt of the Longquan Sword.

The Second Rank aura, almost condensed into substance, was already suppressed in the entire Great Hero Hall, but Pu Xuan seemed to have no feeling about it, his expression still as bitter as before.

"Alas, Young Master Wei, this humble monk does not wish to do this either."

"It's just that he is, after all, this humble monk's relative, and this humble monk cannot stand by and watch him die at your hands."

"I'm sorry..."

"Bang! Bang bang bang!!"

Along with Pu Xuan's last words, the several originally open hall doors slammed shut one after another, instantly isolating the inside and outside of the hall.

Then, in the next moment, the tall Buddha statue standing in the center of the hall slowly lit up with golden rays.

And within this gradually blinding Buddha light, Sakyamuni slowly opened his eyes.