The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 561 Poor

"That's about enough, Lord Kuji."

The monks of Enryakuji Temple had all pressed up the steps at the entrance of Toshodaiji Temple, leaving only Minamoto no Asahi and the monk from Enryakuji Temple behind the battle lines.

Seeing that two of the temple's experts had been killed by Li Miao in one blow, although there was one less than Shintoism, Enryaku-ji's foundation was not as strong as Shintoism's. So the monks still frowned and said to Minamoto no Asahi in a sinister tone.

"That person's condition has been ascertained."

“He is seriously injured and cannot move his body vigorously. Moving or making a move will come at a price. His protective aura has been weakened considerably. You and I can break through it, but we may not be able to hurt him. However, if he does not disperse his protective aura to make a move, he will not be able to hurt you or me.”

"I don't know how many more moves he can make, but I estimate no more than five. However, those five moves are enough to pose a fatal threat to you and me... Now that I know this much, Lord Miyaji."

He stepped forward and stood close to Yuan Chaoliang.

He was already much taller than Yuan Chaoliang, and now he looked down at Yuan Chaoliang from his superior position, his three-white eyes, devoid of any Buddhist compassion, staring into Yuan Chaoliang's eyes.

"Now you can show me your 'methods'?"

The two sides were only temporarily cooperating, and after killing Li Miao, they would probably have to fight again immediately. The monk was outwardly angry about the death of his own martial monk, but in reality, he wanted to force out the Shinto sect's methods.

He bent down slightly, bringing his face close to Yuan Chaoliang's, his inner energy surging, and the naginata in his hand tapped on the ground a few times.

"Is that okay?"

Yuan Chaoliang seemed completely oblivious to his hostility, maintaining a composed smile on his face as he nodded.

"of course can."

He slightly raised the round fan in his hand and pointed to the side.

"In fact, I'm already using it, you see—"

The monk's gaze unconsciously shifted slightly in the direction he was pointing.

puff.

"?"

The monk heard a sticky sound.

He instinctively turned to look at Yuan Chaoliang, then looked down at the area below, where a hand was inserted into his abdomen. If you listened carefully, you could hear the sticky, gurgling sound of fingers exploring between his internal organs.

He looked up along the arm and saw Yuan Chaoliang's hearty laughter.

"see it?"

Yuan Chaoliang's tone remained unchanged, as if he hadn't done anything, and even his folding fan was still pointing to the side.

The monk frowned.

Did he attack me?

"But why didn't I feel any pain? There wasn't a trace of hostility from him... Was it just my imagination?"

The monk should have launched a fierce counterattack, but at that moment he only felt his mind was dazed, his thoughts rose and fell one after another, but none of them could leave a mark in his mind, and he could not drive his body to make any move.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp drop in his throat, a ringing in his ears, and a metallic taste rising up his esophagus and into his nasal cavity.

wow-

A sudden, splashing sound of water.

Yuan Chaoliang raised his blood-soaked hand and held up a red, fleshy fruit that was twitching and beating in front of him. He also drew a circle with the folding fan to the side, pointing to the beating heart.

"see it?"

He smiled and asked again.

The belated, excruciating pain and the emptiness in his chest and abdomen only belatedly surfaced in the monk's mind. He instinctively raised his hand to grab the heart in Yuan Chaoliang's hand, but Yuan easily dodged it.

"Oh, that won't do."

Yuan Chaoliang took a step back, watching the monk's face contort as he clutched the gash in his chest and abdomen and slowly collapsed, and smiled gently.

"I finally managed to steal it while you were distracted, so I can't let you take it back."

The monk glared at him, but the abundant blood and energy brought by his Celestial Realm and the profound heritage of Shaolin allowed him to still move even after his heart was removed.

"No, there is still a chance!"

"As long as I can hold out until I can use my healing technique to restore my heart, I can kill him and then kill Li Miao!" So he didn't use his last bit of strength to fight to the death, but secretly activated his healing technique to heal the wounds in his body and regenerate flesh and blood. On his face, he glared at Yuan Chaoliang and said with difficulty.

"Kill me... You might not be able to do it with just your Shintoism—"

Yuan Chaoliang smiled.

"Maybe not what?"

He turned to look at the entrance of Toshodai-ji Temple.

Of the ten experts who went to besiege Li Miao, only three remain, and each of them is missing an arm or a leg. They are desperately attacking Li Miao.

"Is it possible that we can kill that person?"

Yuan Chaoliang smiled.

The monk sensed the speed at which his heart was regenerating and roughly estimated that he would be able to recover most of his fighting strength in about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Ironically, Yuan Chaoliang should have been aware of this, yet he made no attempt to stop him.

The monk suppressed the eerie chill that rose in his heart and continued Yuan Chaoliang's words.

"Isn't that so? If you were capable of killing him alone, why would you be willing to cooperate with us? And how could you have allowed us to seize most of this state?"

Yuan Chaoliang smiled and shook his head.

"Then you're wrong."

He held up two fingers.

"Firstly, if that witch hadn't distracted us, even if Li Miao hadn't been injured, we would have been 70% confident in killing him on our own, without needing to cooperate with you."

"Secondly, do you still believe that Enryakuji Temple is able to rival Shintoism on its own merits?"

The monk frowned.

"A vixen... Ji Tianrui?"

"And what nonsense are you spouting!"

Yuan Chaoliang smiled and shook his head.

"Look, you're so pitiful, you don't know anything."

"Even now, you probably still think Ji Tianrui is just a witch whose witchcraft was taken from you, right? But what if I told you that she is the second Heavenly Demon, just like Li Miao?"

Before the monk could show any surprise, he continued speaking without any mercy.

"Furthermore, do you really think that Enryaku-ji Temple is qualified to stand on equal footing with my Shintoism?"

The monk glared angrily at Yuan Chaoliang.

"Is not it?"

"Are you going to say that you willingly gave up your territory and handed over your believers to us for slaughter?"

Yuan Chaoliang actually smiled and nodded.

"Yes."

"That's it."

“We willingly allow you to grow stronger, to contend with us, to slaughter our believers, to occupy our territory, to burn down our shrines, and to overthrow the great name that worships us.”

The monk snorted coldly.

"Are you kidding me? What do you gain from doing this?"

Yuan Chaoliang suddenly nodded at him and said with a smile.

"believer."

“We can be believers who remain loyal to Amaterasu even if their family members are killed, their fields are burned, their wives and daughters are raped, their hands and feet are broken, or they lose their lives.”

He held the heart, which had been separated from his body for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, yet was still beating strangely.

“You are merely tools left behind by Amaterasu to select believers for us—how pathetic.”

(End of this chapter)