The doubts are about what Randeng was doing in the Cemetery of Gods and Demons. Was he also fighting there like the Fire Dragon
The other is the situation and entrance to the Dark City.
According to the Pavilion Master, Chi Yanzi has already gone to the Dark City, so he will definitely go to this place as well. If he can get some relevant information from Randeng, he won't be like a headless fly, running around aimlessly.
After Wu Tian expressed all these doubts, Ran Deng pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "I cannot tell you what happened in the Jueyin Ruins, because your cultivation is not yet sufficient. Telling you will only add burden to you. As for the Dark City, I don't know the situation, but I do know the entrance. If you must go there, go to the underground of the Hell City and teleport in through the altar."
"It turns out that the altar is the entrance. No wonder Xiao Wuhao said there is a small world inside. It turns out to be the City of Darkness." Wutan thought to himself, but what bothered him was why no one was willing to tell him what was inside the ruins
The same goes for the Fire Dragon, the Ice Demon Lord, and Randeng. The tones of the three are extremely similar, as if what is happening inside is related to him.
"You don't have to think too much." Ran Deng thought for a moment and smiled, "If you promise me that today's matter will end here, I will reveal some information to you. This is not a threat. After all, all this is caused by me, so I am willing to die to apologize."
Hearing this, Wu Tian couldn't help wanting to laugh, and shook his head and sneered: "You are about to die, and you can still say such things, don't you think you are hypocritical?"
"As you said, I am about to die, so wouldn't it be better if I bear all the sins alone? Why do we need to involve innocent people and commit murder?"
From beginning to end, no matter how unpleasant Wutan's words were, Randeng did not show a trace of anger. His tone was calm and indifferent, and his old eyes were not cloudy at all. Instead, they were as clear as a mirror, filled with a kind light.
"This is the state of mind that a Buddha should have!" Wu Tian nodded secretly, but shook his head and said, "My character has always been to cut the grass and root it out to avoid future troubles. If I stop here today, I'm afraid your two disciples will not let it go in the future. I won't be stupid enough to do such a thing that will cause trouble for myself."
"Tell me! What are your conditions?"
"You actually guessed it?" Wutan was surprised.
"I have seen countless people in my life. How could you hide your little trick from me?" Ran Deng laughed in silence.
Wu Tian did not feel ashamed at all and said directly: "Give me the drumstick of Bai Feng Chicken and the Buddhist beads, and I will leave with my people immediately. Otherwise, there is no room for negotiation. Also, don't even think about killing me. If I want to escape, you may not be able to stop me."
As if he already knew what Wu Tian was thinking, Randeng was not surprised at all. He smiled and said, "I can give you the drumstick of the White Phoenix Chicken, but not the Buddhist beads. It's not because the beads can exert a part of the power of the Holy Soldier, but because the Buddhist beads are the symbol of Gutuo Temple. If we lose them, Gutuo Temple will have no meaning to exist."
"Really?" Wu Tian was surprised. In his eyes, the Buddhist beads were just a more powerful imperial weapon, but he didn't expect that in the hearts of Gutuo Temple, they had such an important meaning.
"Really." Ran Deng nodded in confirmation, and then said: "If you give up the Buddhist beads, I am willing to give you my relics. When I was at my strongest, I reached the great perfection of the unparalleled stage, so my relics are not worse than the Buddhist beads. In terms of power, they are not worse than your holy weapons."
"So strong? Why don't you leave it to your two disciples?"
Randeng sighed and said with some disappointment: "Although they have the bodies of Buddhas, they don't have the true hearts of Buddhas. If I leave them like this, it might cause another bloody storm. When that happens, all lives will be lost and rivers of blood will flow. I will really become the greatest sinner in the history of Buddhism. Moreover, Buddhism has never left relics to future generations. Everything depends on their efforts."
After hesitating for a while, Wutan finally nodded in agreement, but added a condition: if the two one-armed men continued to pester him, he would definitely not be polite.
"Don't worry about this. Although I will soon pass away, they dare not disobey what I say." Ran Deng's eyes flashed with confidence, and he whispered to the outside of Xu Li Palace: "From now on, the grudges between Wu Tian and Gutuo Temple are wiped out, and no disciple of Gutuo Temple is allowed to seek revenge on Wu Tian again."
"Why would Master make such a decision?" The one-armed man was stunned.
"Alas! Master's heart is too kind and merciful. I guess he couldn't bear to kill, so he reached some kind of agreement with Wu Tian!" The Buddha sighed.
"But Wu Tian killed hundreds of disciples from Gutuo Temple. Isn't it too easy for him to be let off like this?"
The one-armed man clenched his fist and was full of hostility. He was not a kind person to begin with, but his evil side had been deeply hidden since he entered Buddhism. After this fight, it had been fully aroused. When he heard the order from his master, he was naturally very dissatisfied.
"Brother, don't say any more. We must obey Master's orders unconditionally." The Buddha said helplessly. He had been with this brother for many years and knew his character very well. If he did not come forward to mediate, he would definitely contradict Master in person.
"Alas!" The one-armed man sighed, "Forget it, just cancel it! Anyway, this enemy Wu Tian really scares me."
The two looked at each other, their hearts filled with bitterness, and then they bowed and said, "I will obey the Master's orders!"
"I will follow the orders of the ancestor!"
Even the two leaders of the two Gutuo temples had bowed their heads in agreement. The forty or so Vajra Buddhas and other Buddhist disciples naturally did not dare to object and bowed down in worship.
After hearing these words and looking at the reactions of the disciples of Gutuo Temple, Guijianchou's face became extremely gloomy. He thought that Gutuo Temple would be destroyed today, but he didn't expect the result would be like this.
With demonic energy in his eyes, Gui Jianchou laughed crazily, almost roaring, "Old Ran Deng, you actually reconciled with a junior who has only practiced for a few decades. Aren't you afraid that Gutuo Temple will become a laughing stock for everyone in the five continents? Wu Tian, you just wait for me, I will definitely avenge this grudge, I will!"
There was endless hatred and murderous intent in his words. As soon as he finished speaking, Guijianchou turned around without any consideration and turned into a black mist, quickly disappearing from everyone's sight. His speed was so fast that even Jian Yi and others were unable to stop him in time.
Because he had to escape, Wutan has now reconciled with Gutuo Temple, and they might turn around and start dealing with him.
This time, Guijianchou lost both his wife and his army. Not only did his plan fail, but he also lost a hundred ghost officials and even killed his own son. All this was caused by Wutan, so he hated him and wanted to skin him alive, pull out his tendons, and then grind his bones to ashes!
Wu Tian was about to chase him, but was stopped by Ran Deng, who shook his head and said, "You almost destroyed the Gutuo Temple this time. If you continue to mobilize the holy soldiers to fight against Gui Jianchou, I'm afraid that this Xuli Mountain will not be able to be saved. For my sake, you can find another opportunity later!"
"Okay, I'll do you a favor and tell me what you want to reveal to me." Wutan agreed readily, because compared to killing Guijianchou, he was more eager to know what was inside the ruins.
"There is something related to you in the Cemetery of Gods and Demons, but you need to go there in person to get it. That's all I can say."
After he finished speaking, Randang waved his hand, and the chicken leg in the Buddha's hand suddenly disappeared and appeared beside him. Then, his skinny body trembled, and a golden bead as big as a finger floated up from above his head.
As soon as the bead left Randeng's body, Wutan could clearly sense that his vitality was suddenly draining away at a crazy speed, as if he had lost his soul. His clear and bright eyes quickly became turbid and dim.
Without making any movement, the relic and the chicken leg both floated in front of Wu Tian. Randeng spoke slowly: "The Beast God and Beast King can give you the fire of the soul. I believe that you are not a bad person. However, I still want to remind you that I hope you can use it well and not use it to harm innocent lives."
"I promise you, this relic will only kill the most vicious people!" Wu Tian promised solemnly, and then asked sincerely: "Can you tell me what is the split of the soul?"
"Some things need to be understood by yourself. What outsiders say may not be useful. However, I advise you that if one day you reach the stage of unparalleled perfection, you must not split your soul unless it is absolutely necessary."
Randeng's breath was extremely weak, even his breathing and heartbeat seemed to have stopped, like the sound of mosquitoes and flies. If you didn't listen carefully, you couldn't hear it at all. Moreover, he spoke this concise sentence in a discontinuous manner, and it took him fifty-six breaths to finish it. It seemed that there was very little vitality left in his body.
"A powerful person who has reached the perfection of the Wushuang Stage, with astonishing strength, is like a god in the eyes of ordinary people, but he still cannot stop the erosion of time and eventually turned into a pile of yellow earth."
Wutan sighed, and a drop of blood slid from his fingertips in a flash of light, seeping into the relic. The ceremony of recognizing the master was easily completed. With a thought, the relic disappeared out of thin air, and the next moment it appeared in his sea of consciousness, floating next to his soul.
Immediately, he flipped his hand, took the chicken leg of the White Phoenix Chicken, and said softly: "One-armed, Xuan Mo, come in!"
Before he finished his words, two figures landed directly in the hall. When they saw the master's expression, the two one-armed men suddenly changed color, and with a plop, they knelt on the ground, crying out sadly.
The two people at this moment are not strong men in the half-step unparalleled stage, nor are they the masters of Gutuo Temple. They are just disciples who respect and love their master, and even more so children who hope their father can survive.
"Don't be sad. Everyone is mortal. Even gods will fall one day. You should take everything lightly and think positively. Only in this way can you achieve the true heart of Buddha."
He stretched out his hand tremblingly and gently brushed it across their faces. His eyes were full of kindness, as if he was looking at a child. As his words fell, Randeng's hand finally dropped down, and the last bit of vitality finally disappeared.
"What is man under heaven? Alas!"
He bowed to Randeng and did not disturb the two one-armed men. With a long sigh in his heart, Wutan quietly walked out of Xuli Palace.
(End of this chapter)