Chapter 3848 I Don’t Have a Master Anymore

Zen Master Jueming was seriously injured. His limbs were basically blown off and his internal organs were seriously damaged. In this situation, even the elixir he took was useless.

The life-saving elixir can only save people if all the internal organs and other important organs in the body are still functioning normally. If a person is poisoned or has suffered serious internal injuries, he or she may be sent to Hongye Valley for treatment.

But at this moment, a big bloody hole was blown in Zen Master Jueming's stomach, and his intestines were all out.

At that time, Yuankong and Zen Master Jueming were both hanging in the air, their mouths and eyes were sealed, and they were tied with ropes. They could not speak or see, and their spiritual power was also restricted. They had no way out.

The only way to save them was to cut the bamboo that hung them and let their bodies fall.

Liu Hao's goal was to wipe us out in one fell swoop. He buried explosives within a radius of dozens of meters, and he must have made precise calculations.

If the bamboo hanging them increases or decreases in weight, all the explosives within a radius of dozens of meters will explode.

At that time, if Kasan could save Yuankong, he would definitely not be able to save Zen Master Jueming. No matter what, someone had to sacrifice.

If Zen Master Jueming didn't have the rope tied around his body, perhaps he could mobilize his spiritual power and reduce the damage caused by the explosives.

It’s a pity that Liu Hao would not allow this to happen.

Zen Master Jueming was already at the end of his strength. Looking at Yuankong, whose tears were streaming down his face, he smiled with difficulty and said, "Yuankong, you are obsessed with appearances. Everyone will die... I am only leaving a few years earlier... From now on, Lingjue Temple will be handed over to you. You must treat your fellow disciples well..."

Even an eighth-level monk would not be able to control himself in the face of such separation of life and death. After all, the fat monk in front of him was the one who raised Yuankong since he was a child. Yuankong didn't know who his biological parents were. He only knew the fat monk in front of him. This person not only taught him, but also raised him. Watching his master's vitality disappear bit by bit, this kind of sadness could not be controlled no matter what.

Everyone has feelings, even monks who believe in emptiness of the four elements are no exception.

Yuankong held the incomplete body of Zen Master Jueming and just nodded continuously. He was so sad that he couldn't say a word. Tears kept dripping on Zen Master Jueming's body, mixing with the blood flowing from his body.

"Yuankong... don't be sad, don't be upset... The fact that I can accept you as my disciple is a blessing earned through several lifetimes of cultivation. You are an Eighth Transformation Monk, destined to be extraordinary. You carry many missions on your shoulders. From now on... you will follow Wu Jie... follow Xiao Luo and the others. You must help and take care of each other. You will be best brothers for life..."

As he spoke, blood gushed out of Zen Master Jueming's mouth again.

Yuankong kept wiping the blood from Master Jueming's mouth, but as soon as he finished wiping, new blood came out.

"Yuankong, Master feels a little cold..." Zen Master Jueming's eyes had begun to unfocus.

"Master..." Yuankong finally cried out. He hugged Master Jueming tightly, tears rolling down his face.

Seeing Master Jueming in this condition, I couldn't help but shed tears.

I remember that when I was in the third tribulation, it was this great monk who first came to my house and said that he wanted to accept me as his disciple. He was an elder whom I had always respected very much.

I never thought that he would die like this.

The sadness in my heart was beyond words, but it quickly turned into anger, making my fists clench and crackle.

Sooner or later, I will cut this bastard Liu Hao into pieces and avenge Zen Master Jueming.

At some point, Zen Master Jueming closed his eyes and lay in Yuankong's arms, as if he was asleep.

While wiping our tears, Kasan and I picked up the legs and arms that were blown off by Zen Master Jueming and placed them next to Yuankong.

Yuankong cried for a while, and then fell silent. He clasped his hands together and recited scriptures silently.

Maybe it was to pray for the soul of Zen Master Jueming.

We didn't dare disturb him, as this was the last time he and Master Jueming spent together.

For Yuankong, Master Jueming was more like his father. Now that they are separated forever, this is something Yuankong cannot accept, and it is also a burden that we cannot bear.

I don't know how long it was before I went over and patted Yuankong on the shoulder: "Yuankong, death is the greatest thing. Let's send Master Jueming back to Lingjue Temple for burial."

Yuankong nodded at me with tears on his face, and suddenly said lightly: "Brother Wu, I don't have a master anymore."

Just one sentence brought me to tears.

I don’t have a master anymore, which reminds me of Old Li. If he passes away one day, I think I will be a hundred times more miserable than Yuankong is right now.

I absolutely cannot accept this.

I didn’t know how to answer Yuankong, so I just turned my head away and let the tears flow silently.

Afterwards, Yuankong placed Master Jueming's body on the ground and bowed to him: "Master, let me send you off for the last time."

As he spoke, Yuankong took out several fire talismans from his body and threw them towards the body of Zen Master Jueming.

Soon, the body of Zen Master Jueming began to burn fiercely, and within a few minutes, the body was burned to a pile of ashes.

I took out a clay pot from the dragon-tiger mirror and handed it to Yuankong. Yuankong put all the ashes into the clay pot little by little.

After collecting all the ashes, Yuankong knelt respectfully on the ground and said, "Master, I will take you back to Lingjue Temple."

Several of us also knelt down and kowtowed to the clay pot.

"Master Jueming, rest in peace!"

Even Zhang Qing'an and Fang Sicheng had sad expressions on their faces.

After finishing the work here, Yuankong turned to look at me while holding the pottery jar and said, "Wu Ge, where are we going?"

"People from the Maoshan Sect's Daxing Hall are coming. This time, Liu Hao has colluded with the people from the Black Magic Sect and set up a very fierce magic formation. Now the people from the Maoshan Sect's Daxing Hall are still fighting with the two deputy leaders of the Black Magic Sect. We have to go over and help kill those two people from the Black Magic Sect." I said hurriedly.

"Then let's go." Yuankong hugged the pottery jar and wiped the tears from his cheeks.

I suddenly felt that Yuankong seemed a little strange at this moment, and I couldn’t tell what was wrong.

Then, I called everyone and walked towards the direction of the magic circle.

Kasan asked from the side: "Yuankong, how did you fall into Liu Hao's ambush?"

"My master took on a mission to perform a spiritual rite and never returned. I went looking for him, but was ambushed on the way. Liu Hao was also there. He had the Old Lord's Green Ox Horn on him. A dozen or so masters rushed at me, and I couldn't hold my own, so I was quickly captured..."