Chapter 780 - A Conflict

Old Master Ma ran into the monastery’s main hall, ringing the bronze gong, quickly gathering everyone.

“Master, what’s so urgent?” A young Taoist priest who was usually close to Old Master Ren asked boldly.

Old Master Ma did not answer but glanced around at the crowd. Frowning, he asked, “Where’s Ma Ping?”

“Oh, Senior Ping headed towards the mountain behind approximately two hours ago. I think he brought along a pair of binoculars…” The young priest recollected.

“Damn it, that boy’s undeserving to be my son!” Old Master Ma shouted furiously. He then turned to the others and said solemnly, “There will be another supreme deity arriving shortly. Remember, everyone, to always hold etiquette. I’ve already told all of you the proper etiquette to treat the gods…”

“Understood, Master. We kneel when we should, and bow our heads when we should. In short, more head-bowing, less talking,” one of the Taoists who seemed older was the first to speak.

“Alright, very good. Everyone, remember what Ming Kong said – more head-bowing and less talking. With that, the supreme deity won’t bother about you.” After Old Master Ma finished speaking, he quickly turned to the mountain behind.

There was over a hundred of Taoists, and each of them exchanged glances with each other. If Master had purposely come and reminded them, it seemed that this newcomer was not the kindest and most understanding person.

It seemed that life from now on would not be as easy as before anymore.

Meanwhile, Old Master Ma hurried towards the mountain at the back. He reached out his arm and using Bloodline Connection, he soon found the exact location of his son.

Above the cliff, there stood a birch tree, and Ma Ping could be seen leaning against the tree with the telescope, peeking at the Upper Realm’s immortal who was activating the summoning formation.

“You traitorous son!” Old Master Ma was so angry smoke was coming out of his nostrils.

Although he had already known that this kid was tempted, he did not expect the bastard to be so bold and would even dare to peek just like an ordinary mortal!

He must be playing too many games!

Did he really think that reality would be the same as in the games, that if he peeked at the fairy maidens bathing, he would then be noticed by the fairy maidens? He was simply digging his own grave!

This fairy maiden must have known what he was doing, but on behalf of his little contribution, she decided not to fuss about it.

Just when Old Master Ma was about to go over quietly and give the kid a piece of his mind, suddenly, thick clouds filled the air above the summoning formation.

A dim shadow could be vaguely seen, slowly appearing on the spot.

Old Master Ma paused in his tracks. He did not dare to move, afraid that he would disturb the supreme deity.

The figure gradually seemed more real than just an illusion, and Old Master Ma immediately recognized the figure.

It turned out that this was a god all decked in gold armor from head to toe, only his revealing his eyes.

The eyes seemed to be able to shine. When it swept across an area, it would reflect light.

Old Master Ma’s heart immediately skipped a beat. Clearly, this supreme deity was not one to easily overlook.

Suddenly, a voice sounded, “Hmph, how dare you peek at the supreme deity. You’re just a bunch of ordinary mortals, yet so brave. You deserve to be killed!”

The god in gold armor glared hard and a ray of golden light shot towards Ma Ping.

“Please spare him, supreme deity!” Old Master Ma immediately jumped out in the attempt to block the golden light.

He let out a shriek, but before he could even move his body, Ma Ping was already hit by the golden light, and instantly turned into a mass of green smoke and disappeared…

Just like that, a twenty-year-old young Taoist disappeared behind the trees as if he had never shown up in the first place.

How could a human possibly compare with the speed of light in terms of speed of reaction?

Was his son dead now?

Old Master Ma fell from the air, his mind completely blanked out.

His mind could not comprehend the fact that his son, the future owner of Mount Indigo Monastery, the person he had had high hopes on to become the one to carry on the family name, simply died in the hands of an Upper Realm god.

He adjusted his gaze as he looked at the white clouds in the sky. He could not think of anything in his mind, and he did not want to even move.

“Who are you? How dare you try to stop me! Unscrupulous fool, you deserve to die too, not knowing basic etiquette!” The god in gold armor stared at Old Master Ma who was lying on the ground, golden sparks appearing in his eyes once again.

“Golden Deity, wait for a moment,” the white fairy maiden raised her arm and stopped the figure. “This is the monastery master who’s been plenty of help, do spare his life.”

“Hmph, these uncultured Lower Realm civilians. All of them are so undisciplined and reckless, not even bothered to show respect to the gods, completely disrespecting our virtues. Now that I’m here, I shall let them understand what the order of status means, and what’s called the power of the Sky Deity!” the Golden Armored Deity scoffed.

Old Master Ma could barely listen. He had finally understood why the lady in white spoke like that before.

Although he had known before that the rules of the Upper Realm gods were completely different from those of the contemporary Earth, he did not expect that the first conflict brought on would straightaway cost his son’s life!

The mentality of modern people seemed to deviate from the true teachings, but since the ancients had already passed away, they were not present anymore to punish the children.

However, these Upper Realm gods were a different case. They simply could not tolerate people who offended their prestige.

Just like the Indian Trinity, none of the Indians would ever dare to be disrespectful, otherwise, the result would be death.

It was just people from other places, who yet had this kind of awareness.

Deep down in their hearts, they still maintained the personality of an independent modern person. They would never worship some foreign unknown god right away, not to mention, any other.

Light-headed, Old Master Ma stumbled onto his feet and flew towards the cliff.

The Golden Armored Deity seemed to be extremely agitated, but for the sake of the white fairy maiden, despite him losing his temper, he had let Old Master Ma leave.

When Ma Futien arrived at the cliff, there was nothing left there. It was as if his son had never been here…

He kneeled on the ground, his mind a complete blank.

“Moon Deity, these low and degrading mortals should learn the rules properly, otherwise they won’t have any idea on how to serve the gods in the future,” Golden Armored Deity said to the white fairy maiden as he walked out of the summoning formation.

“Golden Deity, these things have to come slowly step by step. After all, they have their own unique civilization and do note that it’s completely different from the Upper Realm’s. You have to be aware of this,” the lady in white said as she shook her head.

“Hmph, that’s unnecessary. These mortals fear power, but they don’t have morals. Only the Celestial Aura can make them be self-disciplined, and not be reckless,” the Golden Armored Deity snorted. “Many gods already know this realm’s issue, that the people have not the slightest fear and respect of the gods. If we allow them to continue this behavior, there will be a huge problem.”

“That’s true, at least some of them are still afraid of the gods, but most of the young people are more keen on becoming their own gods…” the white lady sighed.

“Hmph, completely delusional! Where did they come from? What kind of background do they have? What have they faced in life? Do they really think that they can cultivate and become a god just like that? Do they not know that one has to be extraordinarily intelligent, an outstanding background, and go through extreme circumstances, to become a god? How dare a mere lowly citizen of the Lower Realm cast their greedy eyes on the divine status? They’re just ridiculous! I’ve come this time to set some rules.” Golden light once more filled the Golden Armored Deity eyes and the area he set his gaze on had turned into a puff of green smoke.

“Please don’t go overboard killing. After all, there are still some respectful ones,” the white fairy maiden advised.

“Hmph, the morals are just like a leek. Once harvested, they’ll grow again soon. This batch was a bad stock so if we harvest and get rid of it now, we’ll be just in time to wait for a new batch,” the Golden Armored Deity scoffed.

The white fairy maiden remained silent. This Golden Armored Deity who had just descended must have come from an outstanding background with extremely high combat skills. He was an old-fashioned character who was most concerned with rules and esteems and most despised those civil cultivators who dreamed to turn against the Heaven and become gods themselves.