Chapter 892: Chapter 892 [This Day, Changed]

Ye Chenfeng raised an eyebrow, cold light shooting from his eyes: “I basically know the course of events. Not to mention shaking off the Chu Corporation’s security, you could even shake us off. Clearly, the other side is quite powerful, and it seems meticulously planned; it’s obviously targeted at you!”

The God of Killing’s eyes reflected a trace of deep thought: “Could it be related to the organization behind the Thousand Faces?”

“It’s very possible. In the coming period, you need to spend some effort on Uncle Shen, as they certainly won’t let it go.” Ye Chenfeng advised.

“Alright, I like this challenging task!” The God of Killing’s eyes showed a trace of excitement.

The reappearance of the Thousand Faces made him feel extremely stimulated.

“It’s really like this! Alas!”

Ye Chenfeng let out a long sigh, and Chu Qingxue’s words surfaced in his mind: Will they stop bothering us if you leave?

Indeed, now it’s not just Chu Qingxue and her sister who are in danger; every woman associated with him is in trouble.

Ye Chenfeng suddenly found himself having a headache.

…

That night was frighteningly dark, black clouds were dense, as if an ancient ferocious beast was lurking in the sky, covering the entire heavens. Moonlight and starlight were utterly beyond reach.

Cold, chillingly cold!

Colder than ever!

All of Jiangnan seemed to have suddenly turned into winter, with snowflakes starting to fall from the sky.

Jiangnan hadn’t seen snow for more than a decade, even during the coldest times, but it was snowing tonight.

The atmosphere carried an eerie air, the world appearing extremely quiet, yet uncommonly so.

Ziguang Temple.

Very soon, Ziguang Temple was enshrouded in pure white snow, creating a spectacular scene.

The entirety of Ziguang Temple lay in darkness, all monks already asleep.

In a cave on the back mountain, it was the very place where Master Hui Wen had previously brought Ye Chenfeng to compete with Japanese experts.

The cave had no door, cold winds ferociously pouring in, creating an extremely frigid environment.

However, a person sat cross-legged on the icy ground inside the frosty cave, his back to the cave entrance, clothed in a monk robe, fingers rolling a string of Buddha Beads.

His face remained as calm as a still ancient well, yet his hastening hands betrayed his restless heart.

This monk was Master Hui Wen, seemingly waiting for someone.

“Sizzle…”

He twirled the Buddha Beads faster and faster, a rare anxious expression appearing on his face.

“Boom… crackle…”

Suddenly, the string of Buddha Beads in Master Hui Wen’s hand snapped, the beads scattering, striking the ground with popping sounds.

“Amitabha!”

Master Hui Wen then slowly opened his eyes, pressing his palms together, whispering a Buddhist prayer.

As his voice fell, a figure suddenly appeared at the cave entrance.

Tall in stature, standing there, his shadow stretched long like a Demon God.

His steps were light, making no sound on the ground, remarkably not leaving any footprints as if he weren’t touching the ground at all.

“I wonder what brings the benefactor to visit so late at night?”

Seated, Master Hui Wen slowly rose from the ground, his voice clear as he inquired.

“A monk doesn’t lie. Doing this, Master Hui Wen, isn’t it breaking a precept?”

The man laughed, his voice equally clear, yet magnetic.

“Indeed, I was waiting for you, benefactor!” Master Hui Wen replied without denying it, essentially acknowledging it.

“It’s been a long time, Master Hui Wen!”

The man laughed again, his tone suggesting familiarity with Master Hui Wen.

Master Hui Wen also smiled: “Before the benefactor arrived, I was guessing if it was indeed you. Now my mind is at peace.”

“Haha…”

The man didn’t speak, only chuckling a few times.

Then, he pointed outside the cave, saying calmly: “Master Hui Wen, the sky has changed…”

“Amitabha!”

Viewing the heavy snow outside the cave, a hint of abnormal color flashed in Hui Wen’s eyes.

The man looked at Hui Wen, smiling without words.

“Benefactor, the saying of ‘turn back to the shore’ still holds true!” Master Hui Wen said.

“Master Hui Wen, I was born to break all rules and shackles, knowing only to move forward, how can there be talk of turning back?” The mysterious man said calmly.

Yet, there exuded from him an aura of a king overlooking the world, his tone laced with unyielding authority.

“Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. The benefactor still hasn’t let go. Amitabha!” Hui Wen sighed deeply.

The mysterious man shifted the topic: “Have you met him, Master Hui Wen?”

“I have.” Hui Wen nodded.

“It seems you already know everything?”

“Yes, yes.” Hui Wen nodded again.

The mysterious man revealed a slight smile: “Master Hui Wen, didn’t you advise me to turn back to the shore? Now, please stop me. Once I’m dead, all your troubles will be gone!”

“Benefactor, the logic of past, present, and future lives is still not understood!” Hui Wen hinted deeply.

The mysterious man smiled: “Rebirth is the present life, the present is the last life, just wishing for a passing. But I acknowledge nothing, I only acknowledge myself!”

“All events have a predetermined course and cannot be forced. It seems the benefactor has fallen into the demonic path. Let me recite scriptures to cleanse the demon heart!” Hui Wen said.

The mysterious man laughed instead of taking offense: “Does Master Hui Wen believe he has that cultivation?”

Hearing this, Hui Wen couldn’t help but lower his head.

“Come on, Master Hui Wen, there is no other way!” The mysterious man pressured.

“If not me, who will go to Hell?”

Hui Wen said softly, a Buddhist tone echoing.

“Let me experience Master Hui Wen’s profound Buddhist Cultivation Technique!” The mysterious man laughed.

As soon as the words fell, Hui Wen pushed out a palm, seemingly gentle, yet a terrifying force immediately erupted, suppressing with a world-destroying intent.

The entire cave couldn’t stop shaking, rubble constantly falling, as if an earthquake had arrived.

“Mountain Pushing Palm! As expected, it has the power to push mountains!” The mysterious man smiled indifferently.

What Hui Wen used was the supreme art “Mountain Pushing Palm,” as its name suggests, this Palm Technique carries the force to push mountains.

The formless but terrifying Palm Force was soon about to engulf the mysterious man, but he remained unchanged, quietly standing as if an insurmountable mountain.

In an instant, it seemed as if an invisible hand surrounded the mysterious man, forcibly turning Hui Wen’s Mountain Pushing Palm’s Palm Force into nothingness.

“Beware, benefactor!”

Hui Wen cautioned several times, his fingers repeatedly pointing into the void.

“Duoluoye Finger, Moksha Finger, Formless Calamity Finger! Watch me, Master Hui Wen!”