Legend of the Great Sage

n’t tell me you’re still thinking about sheltering this daemon?”

“You old bastard, if you hate daemons so much, why don’t you go dragon-slaying in the Ink sea instead of making noise here?” the Unraging monk said, rebuking him.

“You-” Zhu Fuzi was taken aback.
He never expected him to still be bold enough to talk back.

“Unraging, stop being stubborn.
Even if he’s not a daemon, the crime he’s committed warrants death.
Where did the Raging monk of the past who feuded against evil go?” the Fierce King of Chu stepped forward slowly and said in a dignified manner.

“How can I tolerate evil? However, there is something extremely suspicious about this.
Otherwise, why would he have to do it here? It’s not like he’s gone crazy.
Even if you want to kill him, let’s iron out the truths behind this first!”

The Unraging monk did not blindly trust Li Qingshan.
Instead, he found this to be very illogical.
Li Qingshan was violent-tempered, but he was not foolhardy.
There must have been a very important reason why he would go as far as to expose his identity and put himself in dire straits just to kill the Light Queen at a time and location like this.

None of the grandmasters were fools.
They obviously have their own speculation as well, but that did not affect their determination to kill Li Qingshan.

No matter what the truths behind this matter were, none of it was important.
Just the incident of a Daemon King killing a great cultivator publicly was enough to incite their bitter hatred for a common enemy.

“Don’t forget about your identity!” the Fierce King of Chu said harshly.

No matter how many arguments and evidence pointed to the fact that the Light Queen deserved to die, he had to kill Li Qingshan.

This was not even his personal grievance anymore, but a conflict between humans and daemons.
Even if Li Qingshan had not killed the Light Queen, but some other unrelated great cultivator, he would still have to lead everyone to execute Li Qingshan as the leader of the Green province cultivation community.

“Is my identity even more important than what is correct?” the Unraging monk roared furiously.
His scarlet face became rather vicious as if the Raging monk had been reborn.

In the past, the Raging monk had paid no regard to any so-called identity.
Regardless of who or what they were, whether it be mortals or cultivators, humans or daemons, he killed them if they were wicked and saved them if they were good, trekking down a path of his own.
The end result was enemies everywhere and being condemned by all.
He had almost been forced into dire straits.
He had only managed to survive through the protection of his sect.
He was unable to pacify the fury within him such that he had almost suffered from cultivation deviation.

“It’s been so many years, yet you still haven’t thought it through?” the Fierce King of Chu said.

“Yes, I haven’t thought it through.
Is it wrong to show compassion and leniency? Is it wrong to punish the wicked and embrace the good? Is it wrong to treat all living creatures as equal?” The Unraging monk stood with a furious, widened gaze.

“Junior brother!”

The Dauntless monk climbed up Great Buddha mountain again.
The great, golden buddha had stabilised itself halfway through the air, while he had activated the guardian king avatar to shield himself too, so the impact had not been too severe on him.
His face had become even more disfigured.
He stared at the Unraging monk in shock.

Like a repeat of the past, the Raging monk had once again put forth those three exact questions in the grand hall!

Perhaps the Raging monk had never died, just lurking beneath Great Buddha mountain and refusing to ignite its fury again.

The Fierce King of Chu frowned heavily.
Zhu Fuzi said, “Your majesty, even back then, this bastard had associated with daemons, something that our cultivation community could not tolerate.
Now, he’s even become contaminated with demon qi, completely falling into the demonic path.
The Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga really doesn’t know how to pick their disciples.”

With a clang, he drew his sword and pointed it at the Unraging monk.
“Bald ass, if you still refuse to open the tower, you better not blame my sword for showing no mercy!”

Before he could even finish what he was saying, he suddenly flew up and rushed towards the Demon Suppression Tower.
The others even thought he was eager to face Northmoon in a battle to the death, so he had leapt up to cut through the Demon Suppression Tower.
They all praised his courage inside! 

Zhu Fuzi, however, had a face full of fear.
He had been seized by an invisible force.

 ps： 手肘很疼，思绪很多，写的很慢，不过一直在写，今天还有！