The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 562 Ridiculous
Nonsense.

Upon hearing Yuan Chaoliang's words, the monk's first reaction was that he was using nonsense to distract him or delay his recovery.

But since Yuan Chaoliang was willing to talk, he was naturally happy to prolong the conversation.

"What did you say?"

He made an incredulous face.

Yuan Chaoliang smiled and shook his head.

"You don't believe me at all, do you?"

He smiled and tapped the air a few times with his folding fan.

"Then let me ask you a few questions."

"Why is your Enryaku-ji Temple's lineage exactly the same as that of the Shaolin Temple in the Central Plains? If, according to your temple's version, a demon named Bodhidharma stole the true Dharma, shouldn't the Shaolin manuals be written in Japanese? Why is it that you need to learn the Central Plains language to understand your own true Dharma?"

"Why would the corpse of a demon from your Buddhism be kept inside the Izumo Taisha Shrine of my Shintoism?"

He watched as the monk's face grew increasingly red, yet showed no sign of fear, and slowly uttered his last words.

"Of course, I know you must have questioned these obvious questions countless times, and I know you have made countless excuses and explanations for yourselves over the past thousand years, so you only feel angry now, but it has not shaken your foolish beliefs."

"But—what if I could do that?"

Yuan Chaoliang smiled, raised the heart he was holding in front of him, and slowly channeled a wisp of true energy into it, while his five fingers gradually closed and embedded themselves into the heart.

The monk snorted coldly.

"You can do whatever you want with the flesh and blood that's already separated from your body. Do you really think I'll be punished for it—uh!"

He was about to reprimand him sternly, but as he spoke, Yuan Chaoliang's fingers slowly embedded themselves into his heart, and he suddenly felt something was wrong.

A strange feeling spread through my body.

It was as if a cold, venomous snake, which had been dormant within him for a long time, was awakened by Yuan Chaoliang's movements and slowly slithered towards his dantian, entangling his internal organs.

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of pinkish blood!
"You did...what?"

The monk looked up in surprise and anger.

Yuan Chaoliang said with a smile.

"How is it? Do you suddenly feel your true energy circulating in reverse, gradually blocking your meridians, and your Celestial Realm cultivation is also teetering on the brink of collapse? You might even be unable to use healing techniques anymore?"

"Don't rush, this isn't the end yet—phew."

He blew a breath into his heart.

puff.

The monk fell forward to the ground in response, but before he hit the ground, his abdominal wound suddenly bled profusely, and a filthy mass fell out with a "plop".

"You cough, cough!"

The monk tried to speak, but was horrified to discover that he had lost all his martial arts skills; his dantian and meridians were empty, and his mind was clouded. His healing techniques could no longer be sustained, and blood rushed to his throat, robbing him of his ability to speak; he could only cough and tremble.

A pair of wooden clogs stepped in front of him, and Yuan Chaoliang's voice, tinged with pity, came from above.

"last question."

"Why would I be able to destroy your internal energy, regress your cultivation level, and dissipate your true qi?"

"Because what you are practicing is not the so-called Buddhist Dharma at all, but the inheritance that Amaterasu obtained after killing the demon—except that she left behind an extremely small key in it."

Yuan Chaoliang squatted down, used his folding fan to hold the monk's chin, lifted his head, looked him in the eye, and said softly.

"It is this seemingly insignificant key that allows you to reach the realm of celestial beings without practicing Buddhist precepts. It is also this key that allows me to dispel your realm whenever I need it."

"Now, do you believe it?" "From beginning to end, your Buddha has never existed. You are disciples of a demon named Bodhidharma. Your victories and prosperity are all illusions. Your existence is only to serve as a whetstone, to polish us into better believers."

The monk's eyes widened, and two lines of bloody tears streamed down his face.

He believed it.

He had to believe it.

He felt lost, and then dejectedly gave up the fight.

Unexpectedly, at the very moment he finally had the thought of "giving up," a look of relief flashed across Yuan Chaoliang's face.

“Finally I got fooled.”

He gripped the heart and plunged it into the monk's body through the wound on his chest.

The monk could no longer feel pain, but he couldn't understand why Yuan Chaoliang would still attack him when he was already doomed.

But the next moment, everything went black before his eyes.

His eyeballs shriveled and collapsed, his muscles instantly lost their elasticity, and his already precarious state completely vanished.

In the last moment before his consciousness completely dissipated, he heard Yuan Chaoliang whisper in his ear.

"I'll tell you one last thing."

"Actually, the techniques of your Enryakuji Temple were modified once by someone other than Amaterasu Omikami. That person's Buddhist name was Jianzhen."

“That’s right, it’s the one you hate to the core, the one who wants to lead you to abide by the rules and regulations, eat coarse food and do good deeds.”

"He discovered the true nature of your Enryakuji Temple and the key points that Amaterasu Omikami left in your cultivation techniques. Although he was powerless to completely remove the key points, he left you a glimmer of hope—if you guard your minds, I will not be able to completely seize your realm."

Yuan Chaoliang's words were sarcastic.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a pity. Feeding his flesh to the eagle only earned you your hatred. You personally led him into our encirclement and caused his death."

"Calling your own ancestor a demon, betraying those who were supposed to save you, indulging in illusions—this is your Buddha, your Enryaku-ji Temple."

"Isn't it... ridiculous?"

The monk's lips twitched a few times.

He made no more sound; he had completely lost his breath.

Yuan Chaoliang pulled the heart from the dried-up corpse, put it in his pocket, and then turned to look in the direction of Toshodai-ji Temple.

The last Shinto swordsman, now transformed into a mountain hag, roared and swung his katana, now only half-broken, down at Li Miao.

Then the blade struck the protective aura, causing him to bounce back and leap up. Before he could make another move, a sharp stream of protective aura pierced into his body from between his legs.

Then it expanded rapidly.

Snapped.

The balloon, brimming with blood and flesh, burst with true energy, making a comical popping sound and splashing blood onto the crowd.

The monks of Enryakuji Temple continued to pour towards Li Miao, but no matter how elite they were, facing an opponent who could not be injured and suffering more than 50% casualties, they involuntarily slowed down their advance.

Scattering, fleeing, and death are only a matter of time.

Li Miao's gaze swept past the crowd and landed on Yuan Chaoliang.

Without hesitation, Yuan Chaoliang turned and fled towards Enryakuji Temple. He had obtained what he needed; all that remained was to go to Enryakuji Temple and await Li Miao's arrival.

Today's outcome does not lie with Toshodai-ji Temple.

But soon, everything will settle down.

(End of this chapter)