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Chapter 120: Ten Thousand Swords (Seeking monthly votes at the end of the month!)

Zhushan Temple should have been a pure place for Buddhism, but it was a den of filth, with men and women committing adultery and secretly harboring private soldiers.

Its heart is awkward!

The general of Yidu was ordered to attack!

This matter was of great importance and spread throughout the entire Yidu city in just a few days.

The local government and the Monster Hunting Alliance jointly issued a call for conscription, and local sorcerers were required to come out immediately upon hearing the news.

There must be no mistakes in defeating demons.

Zhu Ju and Ye Baici, as masters of Yidu, witnessed Wan Zi'an's death with their own eyes, so they were naturally among those summoned.

night.

Human figures flew towards the bamboo mountain.

The Blood Armor Army, the personal guards of the general, looked like lines of blood, leading thousands of troops to surround the entire Bamboo Mountain.

"Master Zhu, Fairy Ye."

A young general in armor sat on horseback and clasped his hands towards the two of them.

"There are two guards on this trail. Do not let anyone who comes down the mountain pass. Anyone who breaks in will be killed!"

"Yes."

Both should be.

"drive!"

After the young general finished his instructions, he rode his horse to another place, followed by more than a hundred soldiers, who were wrapped in cold winds.

"How to kill the soldiers?" Zhu Ju narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched the soldiers retreat.

"No wonder the army isn't afraid of warlocks."

Many of these soldiers are imbued with evil spirits, and when they gather together they can break low-level spells without any physical effort.

If a fight breaks out, with more than a thousand evil soldiers forming a battle formation and charging forward, the great wizard will probably have to avoid their sharp edge.

"Evil soldiers have short lifespans. If there were a choice, no one would cultivate the evil into their bodies." Ye Baici shook his head.
"Just some poor people."

Zhu Ju smiled faintly.

Whether you have a short life depends on who you compare yourself with.

The life expectancy of Shabing soldiers could be thirty or forty years old, which was not much lower than the average life expectancy of Yidu people.

Beggars, slaves, and thugs have shorter lifespans and no security in their livelihoods, but at least the evil soldiers have no worries about food and drink.

As long as one can survive the evil spirit entering the body and remain immortal, there will be a future whether one joins the army or follows a sorcerer.

For the truly low-class people, Shabing may not be a bad place to go.

"Zhushan Temple..."

Ye Baici looked up at the mountaintop with a complicated expression:

"Just after Buddha's birthday, a hidden demon appeared, causing trouble for sentient beings. The Buddhist holy land became a laughing stock."

"Why not just do it?" Zhu Ju asked:
"Zhushan Temple is very powerful?"

"Very strong." Ye Baici's face was solemn.

"Zhushan Temple already has two great mages, plus the parasitic demon bee, there are at least three great mages."

"There are also hundreds of monks, many of whom practice Buddhism. If a real fight breaks out, even if the entire Yidu army is deployed, there will definitely be heavy losses."

"What's more..."

She pondered for a moment:
"There are still many monks from outside the temple who came to attend the Buddha's birthday celebrations. It is still unknown whether these monks are friends or enemies."

Zhu Ju understood clearly.

But in his opinion, the reasons should be more than that.

The monks in the temple may not be united. If they surround it without attacking, it may cause civil unrest in Zhushan Temple.

When the internal strife in Zhushan Temple weakened their strength, the Yidu side could gather their strength and it would be easier for them to attack Huanglong directly.

"Crash..."

The leaves swayed.

The ghost monkey jumped down from above, picked up a child, and threw it to the ground:
"Two mages, there is a young monk here who wants to escape down the mountain."

The little monk was about seven or eight years old, with red lips, white teeth and lively eyes. He was curled up and shivering.

"Shīmi."

Ye Baici looked at Zhu Ju:
"Master Zhu?"

"Don't worry about Zhu." Zhu Ju waved his hand:
"If the imperial court hadn't forcefully summoned me, I wouldn't even have made this trip. Fellow Daoist Ye, you can do whatever you want."

Then he walked to the side.

Judging from the situation, the problem of Zhushan Temple may not be solved in a short time, so he plans to set up a tent.

So convenient for long-term residence.

"Shh!"

Ye Baici raised her hand, and a slender golden needle floated in front of her.

The golden needle is so sharp that even in the dim night, it still shines, making people feel cold.

"No!"

The young monk's face turned pale, and he looked at the approaching golden needle with fear in his eyes, shaking his head frantically:

"do not want!"

"No!"

"Don't move." Ye Baici's voice sank, and the golden needle flew out with lightning, piercing the back of the little monk's head.

"puff!"

The golden needle was pulled out with just a light touch.

“Not parasitized.”

Putting away the golden needles, Ye Baici waved her long sleeves lightly:

"Little kid, I'm afraid you can't go down the mountain dressed like this. You'd better change into something else before you go."

"You...you won't kill me?" The little monk was stunned for a moment, touched the back of his head which was intact, then came to his senses and knelt down to kowtow:
"Thank you, Fairy, thank you, Fairy!"

As he said this, he took off his novice robes, grabbed some dirt from the ground and rubbed it on his head as hair, then ran down the mountain.

"That's quite clever." The ghost monkey chuckled.
"When you grow up, you'll be suited to my profession."

He was a juggler and liked clever children.

Ye Baici shook her head and looked towards where Zhu Ju was. At this time, Zhu Ju had already set up the tent and walked in.

…………

Picture of Ten Thousand Swords!
Opening the album, Zhu Ju gently stroked the swords on the screen, and a smile gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Sword control method?"

"It really does!"

The aura flowing on the Ten Thousand Swords Diagram is naturally the trace left by magic in the eyes of sorcerers and mages.

But it was different in Zhu Ju's eyes.

Although it is a trace of magic, it is also a method of transporting breath.

The aura flow of each sword in the picture is different, and the corresponding sword-controlling method is also different.

Ten thousand swords is a bit of an exaggeration, but there are definitely a thousand swords.

In other words.

This picture contains thousands of different ways to wield a sword!

"The cultivators in this world rely too much on their spirits and souls, and don't even pay much attention to the transfer of mana. No wonder no one has noticed the sword-controlling method hidden in this diagram."

"Well……"

"It's also possible that Miao Ran has never met a true sword immortal!"

There are also sword immortals in this world.

It's just that it's relatively rare.

"This diagram contains dozens of ways to hide the sword, nearly a hundred ways to draw the sword, and even more ways to urge the sword to explode."

"The sword-controlling method is truly exquisite!"

Looking closely at the Ten Thousand Swords Diagram and comparing it with the Five Elements Sword Finger, Zhu Ju's eyes flickered:

"Controlling the sword with the soul is as easy as moving one's arm, flexible and adaptable as with a finger. Compared to the main world's method of controlling the sword with Qi, it is obviously more exquisite and agile." "There are dozens of methods for concealing the sword alone. To those who practice in the main world, this would be unimaginable and completely unnecessary."

"The sword-controlling method of the main world is to move first, and use Qi to drive the powerful force. Those with advanced cultivation can split mountains and seas with sword Qi alone. It is extremely domineering, far beyond this world."

"If you can get the best of both..."

"Think too much!"

After calming himself down, Zhu Ju tried the method described in the Ten Thousand Swords Diagram to control the jade hairpin, which danced around his body.

Compared with the sorcerer-level object control techniques, the methods contained in the sword map are obviously more sophisticated.

In the past, when controlling objects, the more spiritual power consumed, the faster the object was; now, when controlling a sword, there are various different methods to accelerate, turn, and burst out.

The two are not the same.

The powerful power of the soul makes the hairpin create afterimages around the body, and many wonderful tricks are displayed.

but,
“Just the basics!”

Zhu Ju pondered while controlling the object:
"Whether it's concealing the sword, drawing the sword, or urging the sword, the methods contained in the Ten Thousand Swords Diagram are the foundation of sword control. There are definitely more sophisticated sword techniques above them."

"Sword Sect!"

"A sect of practitioners possessed by demons!"

"It looks like there's a chance to explore something, but...why do I always have this unsettling feeling?"

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The wind was cold and fierce, and the air was filled with a murderous atmosphere.

Zhushan Temple.

Mahavira Hall.

A group of monks gathered together.

Kong Jue, known as the "son of Buddha", knelt in the middle of the hall, clasped his hands together, and called for mercy.

He has regular features, fair complexion, and handsome appearance. His eyes are clear and transparent, just like a child's, and he looks at everything with a pure childlike interest.

Or...

ignorance!

"Amitabha!"

The abbot of Zhushan Temple, Yuanye, took a trembling step forward, looked at Kongjue and said:
"Is it really you?"

"Master." Kong Jue raised his head and bowed eleven times:
"I, the disciple, saw the suffering of sentient beings and could not bear it. However, because of my inherent nature, I committed such a sin."

The monks were in an uproar.

No one would have thought that Kongjue, known as the "son of Buddha", was actually a parasitic demon bee.

but,
How can it be?

The aura of demons is difficult to hide, especially in this Buddhist holy land, unless someone casts a spell to cover up its aura.

As their thoughts turned, the monks couldn't help but look at the abbot Yuanye.

The only person who could do this in Zhushan Temple was this great master who had attained the 'Arhat' status in Buddhism, but it seemed that the abbot was not the only one who knew about this.

"Asshole!" Mingjing, the abbot of Miaoxin Temple, shouted angrily:
"As a disciple of Buddhism, you have committed crimes such as adultery, murder, and adultery, yet you still want to cause suffering to all living beings?"

"You don't know, Master." The kind-looking monk Yuanle, who was in charge of the Sutra Library, whispered:

"General Wan, unable to have a child, murdered thirteen of his wives and concubines. This incident caused a huge uproar in Yidu. He only stopped killing people after a concubine gave birth to a son."

"Where is Qingfeng Escort Agency?"

"To continue his bloodline, Chief Escort Tang used evil magic and a ghost fetus. I begged for help but to no avail. I had no choice but to help him." Kongjue lowered his head and spoke in a low voice.

"You are a demon!" Abbot Mingjing, who hated evil, turned a deaf ear to the explanation and glared at him:
"Everything is just an excuse. The devil is hard to get rid of!"

"Abbot Yuanye, I've already said that he can't be allowed to join the Buddhist sect. A demon is always a demon!"

The monks had different expressions on their faces and chanted Buddhist names one after another.

"Amitabha……"

"You don't know something."

Yuanye bowed eleven times to the monks who were unaware of the situation and said:
"Thirty-seven years ago, the parasitic demon bee was hunted by the previous abbot for its numerous crimes. Nearing death, it cast a spell and hid within the body of a baby."

"The previous abbot couldn't bear to kill the baby, so he brought it back to the temple and gave it to me to raise. That's how I got to know Kong Jue today."

"Kongjue has had a heart of Buddha since childhood. He is well versed in Buddhist teachings and Zen without even asking. He is a natural-born child of Buddha."

"Our Buddha is merciful and saves all living beings..."

"In ancient times, the Buddha saved a poisonous dragon and became a venerable Buddha. Why can't he save the half-human, half-demon monk Kongjue today?"

He had a compassionate face and spoke slowly, which made many people understand and nodded involuntarily. However, some people had strange expressions and lowered their heads in silence.

"Nonsense!" Mingjing said angrily:

"He committed adultery with a married woman and gave birth to a demon cub, harming both himself and others. And yet you're still protecting him?"

"Perfect karma!"

"Do you want to kill all the monks in Zhushan Temple?"

"Om..."

The bells echoed.

The monks were silent.

The army surrounded the mountain, and the air was filled with murderous intent. Even their Zen minds, which had been cultivated for many years, could not help but ripple.

Nowadays, the slightest carelessness will result in the destruction of mountains and temples.

It’s all because of the master and disciple in front of me!
"Empty consciousness."

Yuanye's eyes were complicated:

"How many women have you had affairs with?"

"Reply to Master." Kong Jue said:

"There are forty-six of them."

"Amitabha!"

The faces of the monks in the field changed drastically, whispers were heard, and some people even had anger on their faces.

Kong Jue has a special identity, and those who can come into contact with him are either rich or noble.

These forty-six people...

That means there are forty-six tiankengs!
Even Ming Jing couldn't help shaking his body and couldn't help saying:
"Giving birth to a demon cub means the secret will be leaked sooner or later. Haven't you considered the consequences?"

"No." Kong Jue shook his head:
"I gave birth to a stillborn baby. After two years, it will merge with the host and will never turn against its master."

"But how do you explain the Tang family's affairs?" someone asked.

"The parasitic peak larvae were still alive at that time, and were provoked by Miss Tang's hostility, so they reacted." Kong Jue said:

"This is the only case!"

"One case is a crime, let alone forty-six." Mingjing shouted:
"Take him down the mountain and make apology to General Wan. I hope he won't blame Zhushan Temple."

"Amitabha." Kong Jue nodded, showing no sign of rejection. Instead, he took it for granted and said calmly:

"If my own death can save Zhushan Temple from danger, I will die as an apology."

"No!"

A black-faced monk in the field shouted:
"Wan Zhengyang sent troops to besiege Zhushan Temple, not just to kill Kongjue. Our only way to survive is to cross the mountain. Handing over Kongjue will only cut off our own strength."

"Yuan Chen." Ming Jing frowned.
“This is the only way.”

"I said no!" Yuan said angrily:

"A large army besieging a mountain is bound to return without bloodshed. We must unite as one and make Wan Zhengyang realize that he cannot bear the consequences of besieging Zhushan Temple. Only then will he withdraw and lift the siege."

"Demon monk!" Mingjing roared:
"Don't talk nonsense!"

"The military strategy is to throw them into a desperate situation and then they will survive, and to trap them in a deadly situation and then they will live." Yuan Chen's eyes widened:
"I was a soldier, you don't understand this!"

"Voluntarily surrendering will only lead to Wan Zhengyang's extermination. We must let him know how powerful we are!"

"Shut up." Ming Jing waved the whisk in his hand fiercely:
"Do you want to rebel?"

"Hu..." Yuan Chen waved his Zen staff and fought with him:
"What do you know about womanly kindness?"

Each side held its own views and had its own supporters, and the situation became a mess.

Kong Jue looked bewildered, not understanding how things had developed to this point.

"Amitabha!"

"My Buddha is compassionate..."

(End of this chapter)