Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 357 Slaying on Heaven and Earth
As Chu Tianshu climbed to the top of the mountain, Shen Yan hurriedly followed behind him.

A secretary and an old monk in a gray robe came to greet them.

"The minister has gone to the restroom. Please wait a moment, sir."

"Esteemed benefactor, would you be interested in first enjoying the scenery of this temple to relieve your fatigue?"

Chu Tianshu looked up.

The last time he came, the white stone bricks paving this plaza on the mountaintop were dazzlingly white under the sun.

The ancient wooden halls in the temple, exposed to the bright sunlight, appeared even older.

Today, the scenery is completely different.

It was a cloudy day with weak sunlight, and it was early morning, so the ground had clearly just been swept.

The stone bricks throughout the square are a cool, moist, dark gray.

Not far to the right, a shop specializing in idol-endorsed items and scented candles was closed today. The shop, with its somewhat antique exterior, seemed to blend more harmoniously with the distant halls.

In the vast square, the most eye-catching feature is still the large Bodhisattva statue standing in the center.

This four-meter-tall Ksitigarbha statue, carved entirely from white stone, sits in the center of a ten-meter-square pool.

There are several artificial fountains in the pool, spraying mist and creating waves that make people near the edge feel cooler.

Chu Tianshu walked to the edge of the pool and paused briefly.

The old monk immediately smiled and said, "Benefactor, although this statue is conspicuous, it was only erected by our temple ten years ago."

"In terms of craftsmanship, artistic conception, and ancient Zen charm, there is indeed an ancient Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva statue in the temple that can be called the temple's treasure."

"Please follow me, benefactor."

When Chu Tianshu came last time, he hadn't seen this old monk, but he could tell that the spiritual power he possessed was from the same lineage as the several Ksitigarbha Temple practitioners he had discovered last time.

Although not powerful, they were far more refined than those other groups.

The old monk had a sparse beard, deep wrinkles around his eyes, but his eyes were still quite bright. He was about 1.7 meters tall, slightly hunched over, and his robes were clean, making him a very pleasant sight.

Chu Tianshu didn't sense any malice from him, nodded slightly, and followed him.

The three main halls here are predominantly made of sandalwood in its natural color and dark black, with black tiles and green-painted brackets and wooden beams.

The main hall door was open, and inside was a golden seated Bodhisattva statue, but the old monk did not go there. Instead, he pushed open the door to the side hall.

Upon entering this side hall, one is struck by its length.

It is narrow on both sides, only about four meters wide, while the front door and the back door are more than twenty meters apart.

There are no Buddha statues in the side hall, only murals.

The murals on both sides are quite old and slightly mottled. Whether they are bodhisattvas, arhats, eminent monks, or devout believers, their sitting postures are rather casual.

The facial features are depicted with remarkable realism. The clothing worn by the people is mainly loose and elegant gray, while the trees and some of the carriage decorations are red and green, with a weathered and aged appearance.

Chu Tianshu slowed his pace, admiring the murals, and thought to himself: The people who painted these murals back then were far more accomplished and spiritually refined than the monks in the temple today.

Several minutes later, he slowly strolled through the side hall.

Behind the side hall, the floor tiles are a much darker color than those in the square in front of the hall; they are all polished bluestone slabs.

Many of the bricks have cracks, and those bricks have not been replaced. It is likely that the entire site is hundreds of years old.

This is actually the shared backyard of the three main halls; the entire area is quite large.

In the area corresponding to the main hall, there is a large, dark incense burner. In the area corresponding to another side hall, there are several artificial hills and strange rocks, a winding path, and a quiet environment.

This corresponds to the side hall that Chu Tianshu and his group just came from.

It was a large crescent-shaped, emerald-green pool with several clumps of bamboo at the corners, swaying gently in the wind.

A half-person-high gray stone Ksitigarbha statue stands in the center of the pool.

The statue depicts a monk with a bald head, a smiling face, a staff in his left hand, and a jewel in his right.

The statue is covered with moss from the waist down, and the monk's robe carved on the body, with its hem fluttering and frozen in place, also bears many traces of erosion and weathering from the passage of time.

The old monk sighed with emotion: "Legend has it that this statue is a thousand years old, dating back to the Tang Dynasty of the Xuan Kingdom, when it was erected here."

"Through a thousand years of wind and rain, this statue has not been stained too much."

“A few years ago, some experts said that the statue should be protected. I don’t know where the funds came from, but they built a small pavilion in the pond to shelter the Bodhisattva from the wind and rain.”

"As a result, within six months, moss had climbed up the Bodhisattva's waist."

The old monk's tone was full of regret: "After the pavilion was demolished, the moss did stop spreading, but we didn't dare to rashly scrape it off."

"The temple's most prized possession can only be shown to the public in this way."

Chu Tianshu examined it carefully and found that although the statue had many signs of weathering, the corners of the eyes and eyebrows still showed very delicate textures.

It makes one wonder whether the sculptor used a clumsy carving knife to carve the face or actually used a soft brush to brush the marks onto the stone.
The depth of his dedication and intention is evident.

Chu Tianshu couldn't help but take a few more steps forward, his feet making soft tapping sounds as he stepped on the stone bricks.

The back door of the side hall and the pool are also some distance apart.

He had just reached the middle when a thought suddenly struck him. He lowered his gaze, and the ball of his right foot touched the stone brick first, paused for half a second, and then his heel landed firmly.

Almost at the same instant his heel touched the ground.

A figure suddenly swooped down from the sky.

With silver hair and a wide robe, he stood silently and suddenly delivered a punch.

Chu Tianshu suddenly looked up, and his right hand also threw a punch. The speed of his punch and his gaze seemed to be synchronized, and his intentions were in sync.

For a moment, it was unclear whether it was his fist or his eyes that unleashed such a powerful, surging force.

boom! ! !
Two fists, one descending from the sky and the other rising from the ground, collided with a deafening roar.

The old monk of Dizang Temple, Shen Yan, and the secretary were all confused about what had happened. They all felt as if they had been hit by a round-headed truck and thrown into the air.

What sent the three flying was only a small ripple of energy.

More power is penetrating the other side while they are clashing against each other.

The silver-haired man soared into the sky like a crane.

A well-shaped crater more than two meters deep was blasted into the ground beneath Chu Tianshu's feet, and he fell into it.

There was no pit underground originally; it was only when the soil and rocks were instantly destroyed and pressed down that it appeared as if a well had appeared. But as soon as Chu Tianshu fell, a palm-sized object emerged from each of the four "well walls."

Four hands, some fat, some thin, some as large as fans, some as strong as hooves, but all with dark gold skin.

At the same time, it struck Chu Tianshu's chest, back, and ribs!
Chu Tianshu groaned, his face ashen, his pupils turning blue.

The soil trembled slightly, and a hard object rapidly approached.

Ten more hands simultaneously grabbed from all directions, attacking Chu Tianshu's back of the head, shoulder blades, tailbone, lower abdomen, thighs, and other areas.

The corpses of fourteen ancient monks each contributed a single power, gathering the strength of their entire bodies.

This is a unique hand seal formation used in esoteric Buddhism to bind and imprison the Dragon King.

King Sura had these ancient monks buried in advance in this area behind the side hall.

He arrived late at night and buried everyone in just half an hour.

He then filled the soil and rocks back in sequence and compacted them, while he used his power to sweep away the excess soil.

The whole process was completely undetectable, and there was no difference on the ground from what had happened before.

If it were a living being, even a forbidden evil spirit hiding underground, Chu Tianshu would sense it as soon as he arrived.

However, these ancient corpses had already lost their power in life, and after being nourished by hidden feng shui for hundreds of years, they were secretly refined and were considered puppets or dead objects.

Let alone Chu Tianshu, even the King of Shouluo himself, if he had not known beforehand, would not have been able to sense the location of these corpses through his spiritual sense in such an ancient temple with such a strong Buddhist atmosphere.

Even if all fourteen ancient corpses were combined, they wouldn't be a match for Chu Tianshu.

But all they wanted was to pay any price to trap Chu Tianshu for two seconds.

However, when the next ten hands reached out.

There are several arms that are noticeably too close to the previous four arms.

They seemed to be hindered by the four monks who had acted earlier, and were unable to reach the ideal position.

A slight difference in the palm of the hand can lead to a completely different formation.

Chu Tianshu's two blue eyes suddenly turned red, their brightness astonishing. His limbs trembled, and the shoes on his feet exploded with a bang!

The compacted soil at the bottom of the well cracked open haphazardly, and at that moment, extremely hot internal energy flashed through the cracks.

It looked as if it was radiating the light of magma.

Startled by this shock, Chu Tianshu's figure instantly soared into the air and disappeared.

Of the fourteen hands, ten grasped at nothing.

The first four hands were rubbed until they emitted a charcoal-red heat, causing the corpse monster to roar in pain.

"what!!"

Suludo's figure rushed in from outside the wall, stepped over the artificial hill, and rushed towards the pit in the ground.

He could have simply stood on high ground and unleashed all his power at the people inside the pit.

But just as he reached the edge of the pit, Chu Tianshu suddenly appeared.

The two were less than fifty centimeters apart.

"kill!!"

Suludo's eyes changed drastically, and he shouted "Kill!" In that single word, he unleashed more than sixty punches.

Chu Tianshu also threw more than sixty punches at the same time.

The already narrow gap between their upper bodies was almost filled by the afterimages of their arms.

With his final punch, Suludo landed on Chu Tianshu's stomach.

Chu Tianshu's right hand slammed into Suludo's chin.

hum! ! !
Suludo's head began to spin rapidly.

It doesn't rotate left or right, but rather rotates from bottom to top.

His chin flipped upwards, and the back of his head hit the back of his neck.

The pirate's neck snapped suddenly, and his head, now free, tumbled and shot diagonally into the sky at an incredible speed.

Chu Tianshu unleashed the momentum of his ascent into the air with this punch, his body suddenly shifting several meters backward before his feet landed firmly on the ground.

"No living person can ambush me..."

Chu Tianshu, his teeth stained with blood, stared coldly into the sky.

"A corpse?!"

Although Chu Tianshu was a genius in spiritual communication, he also entered the forbidden realm through internal energy cultivation.

But his favorite thing since childhood has been physical martial arts. When he first started practicing internal energy, he was afraid that the internal energy would interfere with his physical perception. So every time he practiced internal energy, he would readjust his physical sensitivity.

He sensed nothing unusual, and even his vision, in this grand temple steeped in Buddhist energy, was as if his eyes were covered with paint.

But when he stepped on the ground, the sensation he felt was very subtle and amiss.

Whether the underground filling is soil and rocks or the body of a corpse monster, the feedback will ultimately be different.

With a moment of hesitation in his right foot, Chu Tianshu had already used his heel to deliver a powerful strike, disrupting the positions of the four corpse monsters closest to him.

This one disruption makes a big difference to the situation.

Two seconds into the battle.

Chu Tianshu was punched in the stomach, causing his entire stomach to suddenly contract inward and curl up into a ball.

Suludo was decapitated and flew into the air, but his body remained on the ground.

Lady Wang had just stepped onto the artificial hill.

Upon realizing something was amiss, Yun Gu and Chen Ying rushed towards the temple at full speed, almost reaching the wall.

While still in the air, King Sora suddenly clenched his left hand forward, bending each of his five fingers in sequence.

The silver-haired man miscalculated, but there was no surprise in his eyes. He stretched out his left arm and placed his right fist against his chest, like drawing a bow.

(End of this chapter)