Ink Painting’s head stalled for a moment, and then immediately reacted, flipping through the chat records of Yuan Grandmaster and Fire Buddha.

Indeed, there were only a few lines of dialogue, mostly about the issues of Magic Cave array construction.

In the dialogue, Yuan Grandmaster called the other side “Honored One,” and referred to himself as…

“Yuan someone”?

Ink Painting slightly pondered, then immediately replied to Fire Buddha:

“Worldly matters entangle, moved by internal fire, and drank a bit of ‘wine,’ thus spoke wrongly, Honored One forgive…”

The other side was startled, “Grandmaster is using wine? It is this humble one who was abrupt…”

Ink Painting’s gaze slightly condensed.

Referring to himself as this humble one… this person should be Fire Buddha.

Using wine…

Ink Painting pondered in his heart.

It seems that the eye pupil, and the blood wine brewed with the eye pupil, are indeed not ordinary.

Then Ink Painting struck first, asking in return:

“Honored One… will not be distrusting Yuan someone, right?”

When he couldn’t see these three words written out, Fire Buddha then felt relieved.

Fire Buddha paused again, silent for a long time, then hesitated: “Yuan Grandmaster, you seem quite a bit more ‘lively’.”

Fire Buddha frowned; he felt the other side seemed somewhat anxious, but considering “Yuan Grandmaster” was using wine, even if the wine had worn off, his divine consciousness would still be slightly tipsy, needing to experience “divine essence,” so being in a bad mood was also reasonable.

Pity, that eye pupil was snatched by Gu Uncle.

He hadn’t drunk it, how could he know the feeling?

According to reason, with Fire Buddha being so humble, he should reciprocate and praise him a bit.

Ink Painting’s heart skipped a beat, and he pretended to be casual:

“With me in charge, Honored One can rest assured.”

But with “Yuan Grandmaster’s” reclusive and wicked nature, perhaps he didn’t like “flattering” others…

Ink Painting didn’t know whether to “praise” him again.

Fire Buddha: “Will there be… oversights?”

Even if this person is Fire Buddha.

“Drinking wine…” Fire Buddha asked, “That wine, how does it taste?”

The appearance of the evil array master drinking wine floated before his eyes, and those crazy mutterings he said…

Ink Painting had a flash of inspiration and sighed:

“Even drank wine, but with mortal flesh eyes, still cannot see…”

It seems even Fire Buddha would not disturb the evil array master when he is drinking.

“This array is the Eighteen Patterns Yuan Magnetic Spirit Vision Restoration Array, the central hub is the brain, spirit vision is the eyes, Yuan Magnetic is the ears, even a slight rustle of wind cannot hide from me… Yuan someone…”

Ink Painting then asked: “Honored One, do you have important matters?”

At least a hundred or so years younger, perhaps not much more lively…

“But being able to communicate with gods and shed mortality is also not an overnight achievement.”

Fire Buddha: “In the world there is truth, truth contains great terror, within the terror, there is only the opportunity for longevity…”

Fire Buddha’s words, it’s unclear if he was truly curious or probing.

“Um, you rest assured.”

Ink Painting’s heart was alerted.

Fire Buddha transmitted a message:

“Recently, this humble one always feels uneasy, as if something is happening…”

Ink Painting was stunned for a moment, and could only say:

“I drank wine…”

Otherwise, he could still do some research.

It’s not convenient for me to say more, saying more is easy to expose…

Although afraid of exposure, he also couldn’t weaken his confidence, as that would make it easier to be seen through.

“Grandmaster is a bit too eager for quick results…”

If there’s nothing important, just roll away quickly…

The “Ink Grandmaster” impersonating “Yuan Grandmaster” felt his heart thump.

“The hall is airtight, wind cannot blow in, rain cannot beat in…”

“I wonder if there are any abnormalities in the hall?”

Ink Painting then pretended to be displeased:

“Mortal flesh eyes naturally cannot see through the truth of this world.”

Fire Buddha paused and slowly said:

“With Grandmaster in charge, this humble one can then rest assured.”

Ink Painting felt a bit guilty.

Ink Painting suddenly realized, no, it was “Yuan Grandmaster” who suddenly realized and praised:

“Not worthy of Honored One, true knowledge and sharp insight, admirable.”

Ink Painting originally wanted to say, “It tastes good,” but this kind of answer, being straightforward, obviously didn’t conform to the evil array master’s persona…

“Yuan Grandmaster is too modest.” Fire Buddha’s tone was also very humble, “Cultivating Buddha is just shallow insight, not worth mentioning.”

Ink Painting was a bit entangled.

Fortunately, Ink Painting wasn’t entangled for long, as Fire Buddha praised him in turn.

“Yuan Grandmaster is proficient in arrays, divine thoughts communicate with gods, his understanding of the great dao in this world, he himself has insights that are difficult for ordinary people to grasp thoroughly…”

Ink Painting replied reservedly and slightly arrogantly:

“Honored One is too modest…”

“Array dao is vast and profound, I have also only learned some surface knowledge, I know that all things in this world are remnants of the great dao, appearances rise and fall.”

“Worldly people cannot see through, their dao heart is blinded, even with cultivation, though they seek bitterly, ultimately they will all be ground down by the great dao…”

Ink Painting mixed array, great dao, dao heart, and such things together, as if truly explaining them to Fire Buddha.

Fire Buddha was silent for a long time, and slowly said:

“Grandmaster, you are also a person with great ‘wisdom root’!”

Fire Buddha continued:

“These days, I have wronged Yuan Grandmaster…”

“The wine is inferior…”

“Wait until the Holy Hall is built, we must sacrifice living people to the hall, at that time, we will kill a batch of sacrifices with superior spiritual roots, take their pure essence blood, and brew wine for Grandmaster…”

Ink Painting frowned, his heart slightly cold.

Holy Hall… is this the Magic Hall?

Magic cultivators put a golden face on themselves, calling it “Holy” instead of “Magic”?

And sacrificing living people to the hall?

This is indeed something magic cultivators would do…

Just “sacrifices with superior spiritual roots”…

Sacrifices also need superior spiritual roots?

With his medium-low grade spiritual root qualification, isn’t he even qualified to be a “sacrifice”?

Ink Painting’s mood was complex.

For a moment, he didn’t know whether to be angry or fortunate.

Mere magic cultivators actually also discriminate based on spiritual roots!

But the blood of these superior spiritual roots is given to “himself” to brew wine…

Fire Buddha is so “enthusiastic.”

Ink Painting was a bit unsure how to reply.

Thank you?

With that dead, somewhat crazy evil array master’s literacy, would he say the two words “thank you”?

And saying it like that, doesn’t it seem… a bit small-minded?

As a high-level second-grade evil array master, doesn’t he need to pretend a bit?

Ink Painting then said: “We cultivate dao with magic, with common people as straw dogs, build the Holy Hall for a great cause, how can we be wronged? Honored One underestimates Yuan someone…”

Fire Buddha was silent for a long time, seeming shocked, then praised:

“Yuan Grandmaster usually researches arrays, silent and speaks little, but truly has the universe in his chest, not ordinary people…”

“I wonder, Grandmaster, are you willing to convert to the Buddha law?”

Ink Painting was stunned again for a moment.

This Fire Buddha wants to pull him to believe in Buddha?

“That’s not right, he doesn’t know ‘I’ am ‘I’, he wants to pull that dead ‘Yuan Grandmaster’ to believe in Buddha…”

But believe in Buddha?

Ink Painting said: “Yuan someone is afraid he doesn’t have Honored One’s ‘wisdom root’…”

“No,” Fire Buddha affirmed: “Grandmaster’s wisdom root is extraordinary, just returning to simplicity, previously not showing off his skills…”

That’s because the “Yuan Grandmaster” who chatted with you before wasn’t dead yet, so he wasn’t showing off his skills…

Ink Painting still politely refused:

“Yuan someone researches evil arrays, refines arrays with human blood and flesh, the killing karma is too heavy, I’m afraid there is no Buddha affinity…”

“Yuan Grandmaster, these words are wrong!”

Fire Buddha still persuaded “Ink Painting”: “Buddha says all beings are equal…”

“All beings are equal in birth, naturally also equal in death.”

“Since people will die, killing a few people, how? How can killing karma be heavy?”

“It is just bringing forward the fate of those who will die in the future.”

“Since cultivating magic, it is inevitable to kill people.”

“After killing people, it is inevitable for resentful spirits to entangle the body and pollute the original heart…”

“Believing in Buddha can calm resentful thoughts, suppress evil spirits, and guard the original heart…”

“The saying goes, ‘put down the butcher knife, immediately become a Buddha’.”

“When killing people, use a knife for a quick action; when not killing people, temporarily put down the knife, cultivate the body and mind…”

“Even if you kill people like hemp, chanting Amitabha can still keep your heart at ease.”

“If you don’t kill people, don’t do evil, your heart has no guilt, no sin to redeem, why eat vegetarian, why chant Buddha?”

Ink Painting was shocked.

This Fire Buddha might truly be a talent.

What exactly is he cultivating…

Can this be called “Buddha”?

“Yuan Grandmaster, what do you think?” Fire Buddha transmitted another message.

Ink Painting criticized in his heart.

Go ask “Yuan Grandmaster,” don’t ask me.

I can’t possibly replace the dead “Yuan Grandmaster” to promise you…

Ink Painting had a bit of a headache, then went along with Fire Buddha and said:

“Buddha law is actually so accessible?”

“Indeed so accessible!”

“Can it calm my evil nature after drinking wine, suppress my madness after drinking wine?”

“Grandmaster can try…”

Ink Painting vaguely said: “Then another day, I will definitely consult Honored One again, and together explore the profoundness of Buddha law…”

“Good.” Fire Buddha said: “Yuan Grandmaster is busy with affairs, this humble one will not disturb you, we will discuss dao with Yuan Grandmaster another day.”

After that, Fire Buddha had no news, he didn’t know what he was busy with.

Ink Painting’s expression became solemn.

He had connected with Fire Buddha…

This was completely unexpected and not in his plan.

What to do next?

Continue to impersonate “Yuan Grandmaster,” chat with Fire Buddha, and try to deceive information from him?

Ink Painting shook his head.

Fire Buddha was not a fool.

Chatting about big and empty things like great dao and Buddha law was fine, but if he truly asked him:

“What’s inside the hall?”

“Your Falling Fire Technique is very powerful, where is the secret book hidden?”

Or “Why did you exterminate the entire Xie family…” and such questions.

With Fire Buddha’s cleverness, he would definitely know instantly there was a problem.

Nor could he chat about Buddha law with him anymore, in case he got excited and came to see him once, saw the already corpse “Yuan Grandmaster,” and the “lively” him, who was replacing Yuan Grandmaster to manage the Yuan Magnetic Restoration Array, then he would be finished.

“Then… lure Fire Buddha out?”

“Then let Gu Uncle and the others come to assassinate him?”

But Foundation Establishment late stage… should be considered Foundation Establishment peak strength Fire Buddha, it’s estimated he won’t be so easy to assassinate…

Fire Buddha’s vigilance is strong.

Gu Uncle still cannot use Golden Core power.

Once they miss, Fire Buddha cannot be killed, and they will still be surrounded by magic cultivators.

Currently, in the outer and middle halls, there are probably three hundred magic cultivators, some have been killed now, but there are still many.

Even if all are killed, the inner hall should still have at least a hundred more…

Ink Painting’s eyebrows were tightly furrowed.

He couldn’t wait for Fire Buddha to react, and then think of a way to solve it, that would be too late…

“Need to make plans early, think of a way for a quick battle…”

Delay will breed changes.

Ink Painting immediately transmitted to Gu Changhuai:

“Gu Uncle, quickly call people, surround the Magic Hall…”

Gu Changhuai’s expression sank, “We’ve been discovered?”

“Not exactly,” Ink Painting said, “Fire Buddha found me to chat…”

Gu Changhuai: “…”

After a moment, Gu Changhuai asked: “What did he tell you?”

“Nothing much…”

He couldn’t possibly say that Fire Buddha wanted to pull him in, and still wanted to pull him to “believe in Buddha”…

Although he was wearing a “Yuan Grandmaster” vest…

“I muddled through, but it won’t be good to talk anymore,” Ink Painting said.

Gu Changhuai only pondered for a moment, then decided:

“I will transfer people over now, before that, let’s seize the time, kill as many as we can, try to weaken the magic cultivators’ strength…”

“Good.”

The magic cultivators in the outer and middle halls, there are probably still over two hundred.

Time was urgent, so Ink Painting seized the time and started “calling the roll,” while Gu Changhuai and the other two continued to assassinate.

Magic cultivators were eliminated one after another.

Ink Painting, while controlling the Yuan Magnetic Restoration Array, issued orders to the magic cultivators, letting them go to their deaths, and at the same time used the Book Demon Orders of the dead magic cultivators to chat with other living magic cultivators, covering up the truth that they were already dead.

Time passed bit by bit.

Just at this moment, Ink Painting, in the central hub of Yuan Magnetic, monitored a “message”:

“The evil spirits in the outer hall are increasing, someone is killing people, Qiao Old Six, go and see…”

Ink Painting’s heart startled.

Discovered!

Ink Painting checked and found that the person who sent this message was indeed Fire Buddha.

Indeed, he didn’t hide it…

Ink Painting frowned.

Just…

“Evil spirits are increasing,” how did Fire Buddha detect this?

What are evil spirits anyway?

Ink Painting was doubtful in his heart.

But now was not the time to be entangled in these things.

Ink Painting immediately transmitted: “Gu Uncle, we need to withdraw, Fire Buddha discovered that people outside are dead…”

Gu Changhuai also immediately said: “Okay, we’ll come find you.”

Ink Painting just waited in the secret room of the array hub.

Before leaving, he needed to do some tricks.

The Yuan Magnetic Spirit Vision Restoration Array could not be destroyed temporarily.

If destroyed, the Book Demon Orders would be invalid, and Fire Buddha and the others would be instantly alerted.

Ink Painting only used basic fixed magnetic patterns to “lock” the Yuan Magnetic Spirit Vision Restoration Array, temporarily making it unusable for others.

In the secret room, there was still Yuan Grandmaster’s corpse.

Because he hadn’t been dead for too long, it hadn’t rotten yet, but it was also not good to discard, so it was just put in the secret room for now.

This corpse was not good to handle for the time being.

Ink Painting thought, he would simply leave this corpse here.

After a while, Gu Changhuai and the other two returned.

Seeing Ink Painting safe and sound, Gu Changhuai breathed a slight sigh of relief.

“Let’s leave here first.” Gu Changhuai said.

“Um.” Ink Painting nodded.

Several people then concealed their bodies, led by Ink Painting, left the secret room of the Yuan Magnetic central hub, and headed towards the outside of the Magic Hall.

This trip, Ink Painting was familiar with the way.

Having monitored in the central hub of the Restoration Array for so long, Ink Painting was already clear about the structure of the Magic Hall.

Walking in the Magic Hall at this moment, Ink Painting felt like walking in his own courtyard.

On the way, Ink Painting asked in a low voice:

“Gu Uncle, have you gathered the people?”

Gu Changhuai nodded, “Gathered, two hundred eighty people, all stationed outside First Line Heaven.”

Ink Painting slightly nodded.

Two hundred eighty people… the numbers are superior, should be enough.

Many of the magic cultivators inside the Magic Hall have died, now it is estimated that only about a hundred and ten people are left.

Next, what they will face directly is a hard battle.

This place cannot be stayed.

Ink Painting could actually stay a bit longer, but after all, it was a bit dangerous, and without bodyguards, he didn’t force it.

And there are other things to do…

Gu Changhuai needs to go back and command the deployment of the two hundred eighty officers of the Dao Court Division.

Ink Painting also needs to find a way to destroy the Yuan Magnetic Arrays outside the Magic Hall and on the Suspended Sky Stone Bridge.

Otherwise, these two hundred or so people will have trouble crossing the stone bridge.

Just like that, Ink Painting came along the way, and then secretly left again.

When passing by the Magic Hall gate, the gate was tightly closed, and there were still several guarding magic cultivators outside.

“This gate… is also a trouble…”

Ink Painting thought, then had Gu Changhuai kill those several gate guarding magic cultivators.

Then he did some tricks on the array inside the gate, and only then felt relieved to leave.

They didn’t walk through the gate, but concealed their bodies, walked to the edge of the Magic Hall, climbed up along the rugged rocks of the Magic Cave, and left the Magic Cave from the dug cave mouth…

And at the time Ink Painting left the Magic Cave, Qiao Old Six also walked out of the inner hall, and went straight to the outer hall.

The outer hall was empty.

Qiao Old Six was rough-tempered and scolded: “People? Where did everyone die?”

His words echoed in the Magic Hall.

But no one responded.

Qiao Old Six frowned, walked around, strolled in a circle, and didn’t see a single person.

Qiao Old Six was puzzled.

The Magic Hall was very big, and occasionally there would indeed be places with few people, silent and empty, but it was absolutely impossible to be “empty” to this extent.

Qiao Old Six glanced out of the corner of his eye at the Corrupt River below, and then saw several magic cultivators’ clothes, and their bodies, already turned into blood mud, mixed into the corrupt green river water.

Qiao Old Six’s expression changed greatly.

“Dead?!”

He immediately transmitted to Fire Buddha: “Big brother, something is very wrong, they’re all dead!”

After a moment, the inner hall’s gate heavily opened again.

The tall, kind-faced but serious-looking Fire Buddha, wearing a blood-red kasaya, walked out of the gate.

He raised his head to look, then murmured in a low voice:

“Good thick evil spirits…”

“Many people have died.”

“Pity…”

Fire Buddha’s gaze was ice-cold, his face without joy or sorrow:

“Not killed by me… cannot lead the evil spirits into the body, cannot cultivate fire evil…”

(The chapter ends)

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