Cheating the dead is not worth one's life

  Hei Yun Flag, as a Golden Elixir stage artifact, although polluted by the Blood River's true water and unable to exert its true power in battle, still allowed Lin Feng to fly and teleport with unparalleled ease.

  Hei Yun Qi acts as a spatial type law instrument, apart from being able to perform short-distance space shuttles, it also opens up an independent space.

  In space, two clusters of black light flashed, one of which wrapped around the four brothers of Xiao Yan and his companions. Lin Feng went to see them, and Xiao Yan's injury was still relatively stable.

  Another cluster of black light enveloped the War God Puppet, which had now become calm, with the red glow in its eyes completely extinguished, and its terrifying aura also disappeared, just like a statue.

  The War God Puppet's arms were still tightly wrapped around Hui Kong, and although the War God Puppet had lost its vitality, Hui Kong's magical powers were also sealed off, unable to move.

  Hui Kong saw Lin Feng, his lips moved slightly, wanting to say something, but in the end he remained silent.

  Lin Feng appeared to be nonchalant on the surface, but in reality he was secretly observing Hui Kong.

  "Are you also here for my disciple?" Lin Feng asked calmly: "I heard from several of my disciples that you recognized Hui Ku's Jing Lei Chan and are looking for Hui Ku."

  Huī Kōng raised his head and whispered a Buddhist mantra: "Amitābha, I have indeed come for my rebellious junior brother Huì Kǔ. To be precise, I want to retrieve the Buddha's relics that were desecrated by Huì Kǔ from our sect's ancestors."

  "He's extremely evil and rebellious, actually daring to refine the relics of the seniors into magical instruments. This poor monk absolutely cannot just sit back and do nothing."

  Although fallen into Lin Feng's hands, Hui Kong remained calm and composed, not because he was fearless, but because he had faith in his heart and a strong will.

  Lin Feng asked: "What is your Dharma name?"

  The monk replied: "My Dharma name is Hui Kong."

  Lin Feng looked at him and suddenly asked: "If I tell you where Hui Kuo is, what will you do after finding him?"

  Huī Kōng's eyelids suddenly flipped, and his eyes burst with divine light: "Destroy his cultivation, imprison him in front of the Buddha to recite scriptures for the rest of his life, atone for his sins."

  Lin Feng looked into his eyes and knew that this big monk was telling the truth.

  "Little monk, it's a pity, you can't make it." Lin Feng said calmly.

  Hui Kong's expression remained unchanged: "Your intention, senior, is to kill me, so I won't be able to find Hui Su and bring back the relics?"

  "Or should I say, Huike has already died at the hands of his senior, so I am unable to have him recite sutras in front of Buddha to redeem his sins?"

  Lin Feng gave him a glance: "You think you're smart."

  Hui Kong replied: "Please instruct me, senior."

  Lin Feng's sleeve fluttered as he said: "Hui Kuo is indeed dead, but not at my hands. He perished together with the cultivators under Zhu Hongwu."

  Hui Kong's eyes slightly condensed, his expression becoming solemn: "Xuanji Hou, Zhu Hongwu?"

  In the past, the Great Zhou Imperial Court joined forces with many other powers to destroy Buddhism. Xuanji Hou was a commander-in-chief, and Huikong was also a disciple of Dalai Temple. Although he was not as extreme as Hui Ku, he still harbored hatred towards Xuanji Hou.

  Lin Feng slightly sneered: "I don't offend people, and people don't offend me. Zhu Hongwu's two right-hand men, the sacrifices of the Yu family were all crushed by me, and the legitimate sons of the Yu family dared to bully my disciples, I will take one of their legs."

  "Do you think I spared your life just because I wanted to capture you alive?"

  Huī Kōng bowed his head and said: "This humble monk did not truly offend the venerable master's disciples, but only wanted to investigate the whereabouts of the ?arīra."

  Lin Feng thought to himself, "Of course it's because the War God Puppet has lost its motivation." But he wouldn't say that to Hui Kong. Upon hearing Hui Kong's response, Lin Feng slightly nodded his head: "That's only one reason, another reason is because of your junior fellow disciple, Hui Ku."

  Huī Kōng looked at Lín Fēng with some surprise, and Lín Fēng calmly said: "Before Huì Kǔ passed away, I was right in front of him."

  "This Thunderbolt Zen was handed over to me by him before his death." Lin Feng said: "But those 24 sarira were destroyed in the Underworld Blood River under the Black Cloud Temple."

  Hui Kong's face changed greatly: "Yōu Míng Xuè Hé! Senior, are you telling the truth?"

  Lin Feng calmly said: "I only say things once."

  The empty mind is chaotic like hemp, if the relics really enter the underworld blood river, they will inevitably be thoroughly contaminated by the polluted blood and lose all Buddha nature.

  He composed himself and said in a low voice: "It was this poor monk who was rude. Please, senior, tell me the details."

  Lin Feng suddenly changed his tone and asked: "Are you very dissatisfied with your junior brother Hui Ku because of the Sarira?"

  Hui Kong was slightly stunned, but still replied calmly: "This monk indeed broke the precept of anger due to this matter, but my heart is as such, I dare not make excuses or hide."

  Lin Feng nodded and continued, "Do you know what Huikong said the most before he died?" He stared into Hui Kong's eyes and slowly said, "Huikong said that he knew he had deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors, and he would definitely go to hell. He regretted not being able to see the day when the Great Zhou was overthrown and the blood feud of the sect was avenged."

  Hui Kong suddenly fell silent.

  Essentially, Huike and he are the same.

  Huì Kǔ's hatred for the destruction of his sect led him to commit a heinous crime, killing and violating the precepts. He even went so far as to sacrifice the relics of his sect's elders to forge powerful artifacts, all in order to increase his strength and seek revenge against the Great Zhou.

  He himself also knew that this was a treacherous and unfilial behavior, but he just couldn't restrain the anger and hatred in his heart.

  This is also the true heart of wisdom, which does not allow for sophistry or deception and has no need for it.

  Lin Feng sighed and said, "Your junior brother Hui Ku is indeed a bit extreme in his behavior, but he has a strong sense of justice and will definitely avenge any grievances. Moreover, it's not just personal revenge, but also avenging the blood feud of our sect. He walks a straight path and repays debts, I admire people like him."

  "Wisdom knows you've been tracking him, he doesn't ask for your forgiveness, only that after avenging his great hatred, he'll let you deal with him, and the relics will be re-offered. Lin Feng said calmly: 'Wisdom had an epiphany before his death, his anger and resentment dissipated, his greatest regret was not that his great hatred was unavenged and he died first, but that the relics were lost in the Blood River of the Underworld, unable to be returned to your hands.'"

  Hui Kong's face gradually turned pale, and a look of pain appeared in his eyes.

  Lin Feng has been paying attention to his every move, seeing this scene, he is even more convinced in his heart, and hurriedly continues to strike while the iron is hot: "Hui Ku, I have always hoped to get your forgiveness. That Thunderbolt Zen, he gave it to me, just hoping that I would return it to you, and pass on a message for him, saying that he is destined to enter the Avici Hell to atone for his sins. But everything he did was for the sake of the Dali Temple, not even a single bit of private motives, or else heaven will destroy him!"

  "I previously passed on the Thunderbolt Zen to my disciple, just temporarily giving it to him for self-defense." Lin Feng said lightly: "Since we've met today, I'll pass it on to you instead."

  After saying that, Lin Feng handed the Thunderbolt Zen to Hui Kong, but Hui Kong didn't take it. His face turned pale and he muttered to himself: "Younger brother, you've taken the wrong path, really taken the wrong path... You're confused, alas!"

  At this point, Lin Feng had thoroughly figured out that Hui Kong and Hui Ku were extremely close in their relationship, having studied together at the Great Thunder Sound Temple in the past. They might have even been taught by the same master and lived together as sworn brothers.

  After the destruction of Dairen Temple, the two escaped together. The hot-tempered and eccentric Kaiso used the relics of his senior, Shoren, as a tool to increase his power, causing the serious and dignified Kokuu to break with him.

  Because of their deep feelings in the past, Hui Kong couldn't bear to see Hui Ku doing such a sacrilegious thing to his ancestors' remains, so he was determined to capture Hui Ku and retrieve the relics.

  Having figured out the relationship, Lin Feng decisively added the final blow: "So, you being able to escape from my hands today is half thanks to that junior brother of yours who you've been chasing after. As for what you'll do in the future, you're on your own."

  Hui Kong looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh, tears falling like rain, silent and speechless.

  Lin Feng's expression was calm as he looked at him without saying a word.

  After a long while, Hui Kong's emotions finally calmed down. He took a deep breath and looked at Lin Feng, saying: "Thank you, senior, for telling me so many things and resolving the knot in my heart that has been there for over ten years."

  "This Thunderbolt Zen is a gift from Wisdom's junior brother to his senior, and since the senior has already passed it on to his high-ranking disciple, I naturally won't ask for it back. I believe even Wisdom's junior brother would agree with my decision."

  Lin Feng quietly asked: "If I let you go, what will you do?"

  Huī Kōng said: "I want to go to the Great Zhou Tianjing City, to the underground palace, to pay homage to my fellow monk Huì Kǔ, and try to venture deeper into the underground palace, to see if I can luckily find a few sarira. Although the hope is slim, I will still do my best."

  Lin Feng saw that the monk was a man of his word, so he untied the restraints on the War God Puppet and released Hui Kong.

  "With joined palms, Hui Kung bowed: 'Earlier, I offended your honorable master and disciples. Thanks to your elder's magnanimity and generosity, this poor monk is grateful beyond words. If we meet again someday, please don't hesitate to instruct me on what this poor monk can do.'"

  Lin Feng nodded calmly, and Hui Kong whispered another Buddhist mantra, unfolding the Great Peng Riding the Wind Technique, and disappeared in an instant.

  Watching Hui Kong's distant figure, Lin Feng let out a sigh of relief.

  Due to Zhu Yi's relationship, I will inevitably have to deal with the Xuanji Marquis' manor and the Great Zhou Imperial Court in the future. Giving them a few more nails to bury will only bring benefits, not harm.

  The enemy of an enemy is a friend, and can be utilized, why not use it?

  "And... heh heh!" Lin Feng smiled, pulling out a storage bag from his bosom. This was Hui Kong's storage bag: "A Golden Dan period cultivator's storage bag should have something in it."