Longzang

Chapter 560 Little Monk Wuyuan
A thunderous voice echoed through the mountains: "Hey! You scum of the Taichu Palace, listen up! Our abbess said that if you don't hand over that lecherous monk Wei Yuan today, we will raze your mountain gate to the ground and kill every last blade of grass! Waaaaaah!!"

Wei Yuan, startled in the side room, knew his victim had arrived and he couldn't stay any longer. He hurriedly packed his clothes, muttering to himself, "This humble monk Wu Yuan is not the Wei Yuan you're talking about. It was that Wei Yuan who did all the things that ruined people's reputations. Don't come after me..."

He suddenly stopped what he was doing and muttered to himself, "Wei Yuan? Isn't that my secular name?"

There was a bronze mirror on the table in the room. He looked into the mirror and instantly saw a little monk with red lips and white teeth, whose appearance was second to none.

Just looking at that bald head, Wei Yuan suddenly screamed and woke up from his nightmare, covered in a cold sweat.

"You're awake?" It was Zhang Sheng's voice that I heard.

Wei Yuan was breathing heavily, staring at the top of the tent, still unable to come to his senses. That dream was truly terrifying; it felt as if he had been hunted for an unknown amount of time, and even the Taichu Palace could not protect him.

The nun was young and beautiful, but her magical powers were truly profound. All the patriarchs were killed in a sorry state and dared not show their faces.

After calming down a bit, Wei Yuan suddenly realized a problem: he had carried so much on his shoulders, been chased so badly, and acted so naturally as a monk, but what was the reason behind it?
Why didn't I dream about any of the pretexts for being hunted down, or those heinous acts of bestiality?

Just as Wei Yuan was calming down, he heard Zhang Sheng ask from the side, "Wu Yuan, if you're awake, don't stay in bed."

Wei Yuan's vision went black!
Was I talking in my sleep?!
Wei Yuan scanned his surroundings with his divine sense, considering whether to break through the window and escape first, then find a quiet place to talk things out later.

But with a thought, he immediately sensed many familiar presences. Besides Zhang Sheng, there were Bao Yun, Feng Tingyu, Xu Henshui, Cui Yu, Sun Yu, Li Zhi... All the cultivators from Taichu Palace had arrived.

Wei Yuan's expression was blank, his mind a complete void. He slowly turned his head and realized that he was indeed in his own bedroom. Zhang Sheng was sitting by the bed, and the others were standing in front of the bed, their eyes filled with complex emotions. At least, Wei Yuan felt that their eyes were complex, extremely complex.

After regaining his composure, Wei Yuan tried hard to recall what had just happened, but his memory only went up to the moment when the karmic fire burned the Wu clan, and he knew nothing after that.

Zhang Sheng unleashed a burst of sword energy, which transformed into an image. It showed the scene of Wei Yuan unleashing the Crimson Lotus Karmic Fire on the battlefield. Then, a gap suddenly opened in the sky, and a thousand-foot-long finger faintly appeared, about to strike Wei Yuan.

The moment the finger appeared, Wei Yuan fainted and plummeted from the sky. But at that moment, a sword's cry rang out from beyond the heavens, and the finger instantly faded, becoming almost imperceptible, its descent extremely slow.

At this moment, a golden Arhat statue appeared on Wei Yuan's body. He lowered his head and eyes, chanting in a low voice the Red Lotus Salvation Mantra. A small red and black karmic fire suddenly ignited on the finger that fell from the sky, and then spread to the entire finger.

An angry roar seemed to come from beyond the sky, then the gap closed and the giant hand disappeared.

The golden body of the Arhat also dissipated. In the final moment, two beads on his wrist suddenly exploded into countless golden feathers of light, which vanished into the world.

Wei Yuan recognized this Arhat; it was the Arhat of Great Wisdom and Supreme Salvation, from whom he had obtained the Red Lotus Bodhi. Back then, Wei Yuan had coveted that string of prayer beads for a long time. Now it seemed the prayer beads were indeed a treasure, and very likely a treasure for mitigating calamities.

Two of the prayer beads shattered, and the fingers of the giant hand from outer space were ignited by karmic fire; it was impossible to tell who won or lost.

Wei Yuan initially only laid a trap, with Feng Chutang quietly setting up a large array to release karmic energy in order to kill as many of the witch army as possible.

Wei Yuan only wanted to inflict some casualties on the Wu Clan, but judging from the images, the scope and depth of this matter far exceeded Wei Yuan's imagination. The immortals even personally intervened and fought remotely.

Furthermore, it is unknown when Guangzhi Luohan laid this trap. Not only did Wei Yuan himself not discover it, but even Xuan Yue, Huang Yun, Bao Manshan, and even True Monarchs like Canglong Shi and Xuanji Zi did not notice anything amiss.

Zhang Sheng said, "What we can confirm now is that what the outer heavens want to kill you is the will of the Ancestral Witch of the Witch Clan. The Ancestral Witch was not actually the first Heavenly Witch, but he was definitely the strongest Heavenly Witch in the history of the Witch Clan. He later entered the Dao with his own body, transforming himself into a part of the Great Dao of the Witch Domain. Since then, the world of the Witch Domain has changed, and the living environment has obviously tilted towards the Witch Clan. The Witch Clan has also reversed its million-year decline over the Liao Clan and has become slightly superior."

Entering the Dao through physical cultivation naturally comes at a heavy price. It is said that the Ancestral Witches have lost their self-awareness and act solely on instinct. Your Uncle Feng knows more about this matter; let him speak.”

Feng Chutang coughed lightly. At this moment, he was wrapped in a thick leather coat, as if he were in the northern frontier. But this was the Witch Domain, where it was so hot that he could only wear a short-sleeved shirt.

His voice was noticeably weak as he said, "Under normal circumstances, the Ancestral Witches do not possess self-awareness unless a major event occurs that affects the Witch Realm. Furthermore, at certain critical moments, the Witch Clan can temporarily borrow a small portion of its power through secret methods left behind by the Ancestral Witches. However, doing so comes at a heavy price, and in history it has only been used in wars against the Liao Clan and the Mountain People. Our human race is not worthy of it."

Therefore, although the will of the Ancestral Witch has already intervened, there's no need to worry for now. We just need to find out why it intervened.

Wei Yuan felt much more relaxed. Otherwise, being constantly watched by an immortal who could merge with the Dao would be unpleasant. From the images and his own memories, Wei Yuan knew that when he fainted, he had actually failed to withstand the counterattack of the Witch Domain, meaning that the Ancestral Witch had already made her move.

Although it was just an unconscious counterattack, it was enough to send Wei Yuan to reincarnation. If it weren't for the hidden tricks of Guangzhi Luohan and the intervention of Jian Gong Xianjun, Wei Yuan would have been doomed.

But after understanding what happened, Wei Yuan sensed something unusual and said, "How could a few hundred thousand commoners and soldiers of the Wu tribe alarm the Ancestral Witch?" Feng Chutang said, "Other immortals may be influenced by mortal desires, but this one is actually the Heavenly Dao, and there must be a reason for his actions. So the water behind this matter is much deeper than you think. Perhaps someone used you to make a move that forced the Ancestral Witch to take action."

Wei Yuan felt a headache coming on, but the time had come, so how could he back down?
Wei Yuan was not even aware of whether he was involved in this game of "the immortal's move," let alone participate in it, and felt a sense of dejection.

Zhang Sheng seemed to know what he was thinking and said calmly, "Every immortal was once a pawn before ascending to immortality, and was also someone else's prey. Don't think too much about it. Just deal with whatever comes your way. Even if it's an immortal making a move, as long as it's your duty, just do it."

Upon hearing this, Wei Yuan's spirits lifted, and his initial dejection vanished completely. Just as Zhang Sheng had said, even knowing that someone was pulling the strings behind the scenes, Wei Yuan would still inevitably ignite the karmic fire.

Otherwise, if 800,000 witch soldiers rushed into the position, Qingming's elite troops would have already suffered heavy losses, and the battle line would likely have collapsed. By then, the number of civilian casualties would probably be in the hundreds of thousands.

Putting his mind at ease, Wei Yuan asked, "How long was I unconscious? How is the battle going?"

“You were unconscious for a day, and the witch clan withdrew their troops while the karmic fire was still burning.”

Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief; this was actually within his expectations. The Wu tribe had lost a million soldiers in the battle, and although seven or eight hundred thousand remained, they were mostly commoners, slaves, and noble soldiers with little fighting ability. This rabble would collapse at the first charge and could only be used to defend territory or as tools to change the world; it was unsuitable for use in battle.

He then remembered something else and asked urgently, "Have the corpses of the witch clan been collected?"

"Received."

Wei Yuan then asked, "Where are their armor and weapons?"

"Everything is cleaned up and ready to be recycled."

Wei Yuan asked again, "Have you processed the meat from the mount and everything else?"

This time, it was the old Taoist priest who answered on behalf of the farmer: "It has been stored and is being cleaned of the toxins."

Wei Yuan continued, "What about their military supplies?"

Zhang Sheng couldn't stand it any longer and rebuked, "You are a realm lord with hundreds of thousands of troops and millions of civilians under your command. What kind of behavior is this, being so greedy for money!"

Wei Yuan said sincerely, "As the lord of this realm, I have to support more than a million people, so naturally I have to be frugal. With so much money spent on war, how can we not try to recoup some of it?"

Feng Chutang laughed and said, "My nephew is quite a man of character."

Wei Yuan felt this was a compliment, but for some reason, it always sounded somewhat jarring.

Seeing that Wei Yuan had woken up, the others stopped disturbing him and left one after another, leaving only Zhang Sheng in the room.

Wei Yuan moved his body, feeling completely empty and powerless; all his Dao power had been completely depleted. Fortunately, there was nothing unusual in the mortal realm, and he had already begun absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, transforming it into Dao power.

But there was another important matter at hand, so Wei Yuan asked in a low voice, "When did they all arrive?"

Zhang Sheng said calmly, "Shortly after you fell into a coma, the Wu tribe withdrew their troops. Everyone was worried about you, so they came over one after another. As a result, we heard one legendary story after another. The stories were so exciting that we've been listening to them ever since."

Wei Yuan's vision went black again, and he almost fainted again. He steadied himself and recalled the dream. It seemed that apart from being chased, there was nothing else, which reassured him somewhat.

But Zhang Sheng suddenly leaned forward, his incredibly beautiful hand slipping under the covers and grabbing Wei Yuan's groin. With a half-smile, he said:

"Master Wuyuan, what a clever trick! Tell me, who is Ruhua, who is Siyu, and who is Jingjing? Why did that little nun chase you for thousands of miles?"
The master even knows how to "knock on the moonlit gate," how elegant! But after you're done, you just "leave the quiet meditation room with its lingering incense, no monk in sight, only the moon's reflection," like you've simply packed your bags and left. Isn't that a bit much? If the master can treat others like this, does he intend to treat us the same way in the future?

Wei Yuan was truly about to faint this time, and blurted out incoherently, "That was all the work of the lewd monk Wu Yuan, it has nothing to do with me!"

Zhang Sheng tightened his grip and said, "Alright, then tell me what Wu Yuan has been doing."

(End of this chapter)