My Nascent Soul Ran Away Again

Chapter 113: Tai Sui Bodhisattva, Reincarnated True Buddha

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation       Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“But… Seniors, my friend’s life is in danger. After she was exposed, I was also pursued by those monks. They were ruthless, as if determined to silence me.”

Chu Qian pondered, “If it were just a matter of leaking ingredients, they shouldn’t have been so deadly.”

“That’s indeed a point of suspicion. Given Tian Chong Temple’s stature and authority, even if they did add something to the porridge and got exposed, people would likely think it’s just slander from monks who couldn’t attend the feast,” Lu Xuan nodded.

The lethal actions of Tian Chong Temple’s monks indicated a significant secret they were desperate to keep hidden.

“Let me handle this,” Lu Xuan decided. “You go inform the elders of your Immortal Chef Sect. I’ll investigate what’s really happening behind Tian Chong Temple.”

“Thank you, senior,” Chu Qian said respectfully.

Meanwhile, the preparations for the Buddha’s Birthday ceremony had begun.

Kong Wen’s senior disciple stood at the temple gate, unfurling a scroll depicting a Pure Land paradise.

The scroll showed a world with seven layers of railings, nets, and jewel trees, a golden pool filled with the water of virtue, and buildings, pavilions, and roads all made of gold, adorned with various gemstones, crystals, pearls, and agates. Various exotic birds and animals were also depicted.

As the scroll expanded, its contents materialized into reality around Tian Chong Temple, turning the encompassed area into a part of the Pure Land paradise.

Living within this area, people felt joy and forgot their worries.

Monks from Tian Chong Temple used magical treasures to throw grains of rice, which transformed into tables and chairs upon touching the ground.

The locals, accustomed to these wonders, emerged from their homes, now part of the Pure Land, to find seats, waiting for the start of the ceremony.

At the temple’s main peak, above the clouds, round tables were arranged.

Powerful guests sat on the clouds, smiling as they looked down upon the magnificent scene below.

Having settled Chu Qian, Lu Xuan looked up at the powerful beings arriving for the feast and took out a waist badge from his storage artifact.

At the same time, in the VIP dining area for the powerful guests.

“It’s been years, and Daoist Yu Ding still looks as splendid as ever, even surpassing his past.”

“Oh, not at all. I’ve just reached the late stage of integration after my retreat.

But Daoist Dan Tai, in my opinion, seems to be nearing the threshold of

Mahayana.”

“Merely luck. Yu Ding, you’re so much younger; your future achievements will surely surpass mine.”

“I still remember the days when Daoist Dan Tai and I roamed the world together, so full of youthful vigor.”

“We mustn’t forget all the delicacies we shared back then. Those memories are still so delightful.”

“Indeed, indeed…”

Feng Yangzi, the deputy of Dao Evolution Sect’s leader, watched the bigwigs bragging and dared not speak.

One was boasting about avenging a young girl with a string of candied haws, wiping out an entire demonic sect, admiring his sense of loyalty and righteousness.

Another reminisced about waiting a century for a spiritual fruit to ripen, marking the epitome of a true gourmet.

Feng Yangzi, a Void-Refining cultivator, trembled among them.

He was standing in for Qing Yangzi.

As the sect leader craved the vegetarian feast of Tian Chong Temple but was busy with duties, he tasked Feng Yangzi with a significant responsibility. Qing Yangzi instructed his junior to pack a portion for him after the feast and bring it back to the sect.

Suddenly, Feng Yangzi felt a vibration at his waist. Reaching for it, he realized he was receiving a message.

His expression turned to surprise upon checking the waist badge. Why was it his Ancestral Master? “Hello, Shen Yun?”

“Yes, Ancestral Master.”

Feng Yangzi communicated telepathically.

Hearing this name, Feng Yangzi knew it had to be his Ancestral Master. Shen Yun was his secular name, used only by his Ancestral Master.

“Are you currently at Tian Chong Temple, sitting with a group of powerful cultivators?”

Lu Xuan asked.

“Yes, Ancestral Master,” Feng Yangzi replied, glancing around.

As a third-rate sect enjoying top-tier Immortal Sect treatment, the Dao Evolution Sect representatives always had prime seating at high-profile ceremonies and events.

“I’m at a table with seven people, all from first-class sects and top-tier

Immortal Sects… How did you know, Ancestral Uncle?” “Because I’m also at Tian Chong Temple,” Lu Xuan revealed.

“Ah?” Feng Yangzi was taken aback.

“Just happened to be passing by, nothing strange… Now, I have an important task for you,” Lu Xuan got straight to the point.

“Please instruct me, Ancestral Master.”

Hearing Lu Xuan emphasize the word ‘important,’ Feng Yangzi immediately became serious.

Lu Xuan considered his words, “There might be a problem with this year’s vegetarian feast.”

“Huh?” Feng Yangzi was startled.

“Do you still have the jade pendant I gave you when you were a child?”

“Yes, I have it,” Feng Yangzi touched his chest. “Why do you ask, Ancestral Master?”

“Before you eat, place it under your tongue. It can ward off evil influences,” Lu Xuan instructed.

“Understood.”

Feng Yangzi discreetly placed the jade pendant in his mouth while the powerful beings at his table were engrossed in conversation.

“Your task is to ensure that no one at your table eats the vegetarian dishes,” Lu

Xuan continued.

Feng Yangzi was perplexed, “????”

“I’ve learned that this year’s feast might be tainted with impure substances,” Lu

Xuan elaborated.

“I’m not sure about the extent of the contamination or its effects on powerful cultivators, so we must prepare for the worst…

If chaos ensues, as long as your table remains clear-headed, they can help stabilize the situation.”

“Can’t I just tell them directly?” Feng Yangzi asked.

“If you tell them, they might not believe you. Even if they do, those old gourmets attending the feast would likely eat the tainted food out of sheer confidence in their own strength,” Lu Xuan explained.

Feng Yangzi was at a loss, “How do I stop them then?”

His Ancestral Master’s logic was sound. His table was full of epicures, the kind who would wait a century for a spiritual fruit.

As a Void-Refining cultivator, he doubted his ability to persuade them.

“Why not eat all the vegetarian dishes on the table before they can? You have the jade pendant for protection,” Lu Xuan suggested a straightforward solution.

Feng Yangzi looked at the five Integration cultivators and one Mahayana cultivator at his table, then at himself, a Void -Refining cultivator.

Eat their food before they could?

Feng Yangzi was filled with doubts..