Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 394 A Drink, a Peck, a Sword: A Challenge
choke! !

The sword flashes and retracts in the blink of an eye.

More than a dozen wolves in the jungle were all stabbed in the forehead and died on the spot.

The swordsman wielding this sword was a middle-aged swordsman from Pengcheng, dressed in a thick blue robe, with a blue cloth turban and leather sleeves.

The hundred or two people who had fled here witnessed this scene, but none of them dared to approach and express their gratitude.

Only a few people, whose relatives had just been injured by wolves, bowed in this direction with tears in their eyes.

The rest of them were just thinking about getting as far away as possible.

"Wait a minute!"

Pengcheng Swordsman said, "Take these wolves with you. You can use their skins and meat. Although they don't taste good, they are still food. Don't go too deep into the forest. It won't be long before you can return home."

This emboldened quite a few people to come closer and carry the wolf carcasses, thanking them repeatedly.

"Brother Li, what excellent swordsmanship! No wonder you are a disciple of the Marquis of Pengcheng."

Li Jianke's real name is Jianke (Swordsman), and he has two companions.

One of them held an abacus, had a shrewd look on his face, and called himself Lianshan Bai. The other also held a sword, but his hair was streaked with frost and his back was slightly hunched. He was called Zhou Yuan.

Both of these men came from Denglaishan Village; one was a retainer of Shutianzhuang.

The other one, I heard, is also a disciple of that King Yama of Chu, but I don't know where he came from.

This time, Pengcheng Jiange and Denglaishanji acted together and rushed to Heze and Caozhou.

There were hundreds of groups of people.

Each group of people is guaranteed to have three different backgrounds.

Li Jianke's group, consisting of three individuals from different backgrounds, was the smallest group in terms of total number of people.

Because Li Jianke and Lian Shanbai are both very skilled, the two of them together are equivalent to more than ten people working together in some groups.

"You flatter me! This isn't the first time we've encountered wild animals attacking people on our journey."

Li Jianke spoke with some resentment, "The army split up to plunder, the powerful and wicked aided and abetted the tyrants, and the people were thrown into chaos. It's as if these beasts have found an opportunity to revel."

Lian Shanbai was not surprised: "There are many mountains and forests in the world, and countless ferocious beasts are hidden there. It is common for them to harm people. If you encounter them, you can kill them on the spot, but I don't have time to hunt them specifically."

"We have a heavy responsibility, let's continue searching for clues."

Li Jianke was a little annoyed, but he felt he had to respect his two companions, so he simply said, "Yes, let's keep looking."

Chu Tianshu and his team planned out general routes for hundreds of groups of people. After they were deployed, the probability of finding soldiers and intercepting the evil deeds was greatly increased.

The problem is that not all the battalion commanders are with their soldiers.

As for the monks who accompanied each battalion, their whereabouts were of no concern to the soldiers, except for the battalion commanders and other military officers.

It's hard to say whether Li Jianke and his group were lucky or extremely unlucky.

Although many wild beasts have been killed and several groups of rebel soldiers have been eliminated, a group of monks has not been found in the past two days.

The three emerged from the jungle and found no trace of ordinary people.

Fortunately, there were vast fields of farmland outside, and not many places were trampled.

Zhou Yuan suddenly bent down and picked up a handful of crumbs from the edge of the field.

Lian Shanbai asked, "Have you found anything?"

Although Li Jianke respected his fellow travelers, he still harbored some doubts about the existence of Zhou Yuan.

Lian Shanbai was no different.

Zhou Yuan, who should nominally belong to the same faction as him, looks like a commoner from the streets.

But at this moment, a look of wisdom appeared in Zhou Yuan's eyes.

The fact that someone hasn't become a master doesn't mean they lack wisdom and composure.

Moreover, Zhou Yuan encountered something he was good at.

“I was originally a carpenter and I know a lot about all kinds of wood. This kind of smelly wood shavings are what wealthy families use in their Buddhist shrines.”

Zhou Yuan said, "The wood is very smooth after sanding, and it is difficult to damage even after several coats of lacquer. Unless the base is moved along with it, the base is more likely to be scratched and chipped off due to dirt and grime."

Both Li Jianke and Lian Shanbai were astute individuals, and upon hearing this, they had already made their own judgment.

The Buddha statue is certainly more valuable than its base. If a wealthy family were passing by, there would be no reason for them to take the base with them when they fled.

This suggests that the person carrying these items was not only quite devout and knowledgeable about Buddhism, but also extremely composed.

Lian Shanbai almost lay on the ground, his gaze forming an extremely narrow angle with the ridge of the field, scanning around, and sure enough, he discovered unusual footprints.

The three immediately gave chase, and soon they saw an empty village.

Lian Shanbai sniffed and could smell the fragrance of spices coming from the empty houses at the edge of the village.

The three did not deliberately hide; instead, they pretended to be passing by.

Given the current chaos in the area, it's perfectly normal for three armed men to pass by.

Among the three, Zhou Yuan, with his low martial arts skills, further solidified his status as an ordinary passerby in the eyes of outsiders.

Until they were only about a hundred paces away from the big house.

Li Jianke suddenly drew his sword, the sword shadow like a fan, the sword light forming a circle, the sword tip scraping the ground, and a piece of stone shooting out.

The sword energy that Li Jianke unleashed in that instant was contained within the rubble.

But before they could break through the door panel, two crescent-shaped shovels suddenly emerged from the ground.

when! ! !
Two crescent-shaped shovels were crossed to block the rubble, and two strong young monks who had been hiding in the soil broke out of the ground and jumped onto the surface.

On the other side of the roof ridge, two lithe monks emerged, each holding a chain and a dagger.

The practices at Qingsheng Temple are numerous and varied. Some monks sleep in the ground, while others bathe in dew and sunlight; these are all methods of practice.

The four of them attacked from their training state, full of energy and spirit, their eight eyes gleaming with golden light.

It wasn't a bright gleam, but a reflected golden light.

Because of Lianshan Bai, hundreds of golden abacus beads were also produced.

It was meticulously polished brass; when propelled by internal force, it shot out, scattering bright light in all directions, dazzling the eyes.

The four monks shouted in unison, brandishing their weapons to block the abacus beads with an impenetrable barrier.

But at that moment, one of the abacus beads suddenly accelerated, grazed the crescent-shaped shovel, and struck the door panel.

A single grain of soil was conspicuously placed in the hollow center of the abacus beads.

Li Jianke's face was cold, and the tip of his sword pointed at the ground.

It was him who just quietly swept up a grain of dirt, hit an abacus bead, and embedded it in the wooden door.

His skill was pure and refined, no less than that of ordinary monks of the Sheng generation at Qingsheng Temple. In particular, his swordsmanship was superb, he was good at killing, and he could seize any opportunity to attack, with his sword energy constantly flowing.

At this moment, a surge of sword energy rippled through the soil, shattering the wooden door into pieces, with fragments shooting into the house.

The room, however, was shrouded in a chilling darkness.

The door fragments made neither the sound of hitting an object nor the sound of hitting the ground.

"What sword energy..."

A deep voice came from the darkness, "With such swordsmanship, you must have an extraordinary background. You are quite a formidable opponent."

"Too bad, coming to this old monk at a time like this means you can't blame me for using my magic weapons to bully you!!"

The darkness in the room suddenly shrank, transforming into a circle of fantastical colorful light as it shrank.

Inside the room was a sandalwood base, upon which sat a one-foot-tall Maitreya Buddha statue made of mutton-fat white jade.

This Buddha statue has a slender figure, a full head of spiral hair, a handsome face, and two lifelike mustaches.

That magical, colorful light hung behind the Buddha statue's head.

Behind the Buddha statue sat a burly old monk with a halberd and a beard, his eyes flashing with a fierce light as he opened and closed them.

Those who have cultivated the sixth consciousness in Buddhism have an advantage in weapon crafting, but if they encounter good weapon crafting materials, it is only icing on the cake.

When the old monk with the halberd was with the army, he saw such a large piece of flawless mutton fat jade, especially since it was carved with Maitreya Buddha, which was a good material for refining weapons.

“I entrust the relics of the realm of consciousness to flawless jade, so that all kinds of wonderful uses can be easily mastered.”

"You're courting death."

A strange, radiant light appeared, seemingly weightless yet moving with incredible speed.

Suddenly, something rushed out from inside the door. Li Jianke and Lian Shanbai both felt a deadly threat, like an overwhelming catastrophe, pressing down on them.

The two immediately sensed the need to react, but then realized that the colorful light was not coming from directly in front, but rather surrounding all directions, both above and below.

There was no blue sky or white clouds overhead, and no place to put one's feet.

No matter how we react, it seems we have no choice but to withstand this soul-crushing impact head-on.

The old monk with the halberd was a reserved person, and he did not underestimate these two masters in the slightest.

However, there was also a third-rate swordsman standing behind them.

Zhou Yuan had already drawn his sword when the two started fighting, and only now did he thrust his sword at them.

When he unleashed this sword strike, he was extremely tense; his forehead, neck, and the backs and palms of his hands all became damp with sweat in the blink of an eye.

Almost as soon as he finished stabbing, he felt as if his heart was about to fly out with him.

Chu Tianshu knows a great many martial arts techniques; even a rough count reveals that there are more than dozens.

There are quite a few that are suitable for building a foundation.

However, the first set of skills that Chu Tianshu set for these people was all the Thirteen Deadly Swords, which was naturally based on detailed considerations.

The moonlight radiation in this world can affect people's minds. In a sense, this environment is somewhat similar to the misty and hazy realm of the martial arts world in the Ming Dynasty.

However, the realm of mist and haze is more passive and inclusive, with very little bias. A master who opens their mind and body to feel the mist and haze can cultivate any kind of divine intent.

For example, the first master of Xiahou Manor actually cultivated a martial arts divine intent at the end of his life that was a sword intent that was as indifferent as a salted fish, having reconciled with all the grudges of his life.

The moonlight radiation in this world is more proactive, more energetic, and more lethal.

In this world, it is relatively easier to get started by practicing the martial arts produced in the Jianghu of the Ming Dynasty.

However, if one approaches moonlight radiation with a detached attitude, it's not much different from courting death.

The Thirteen Deadly Swords, reorganized by Chu Tianshu, became the best choice.

This sword technique was created by Lu Shuangyan after experiencing the turmoil and suffering of her life, and in order to gain a sense of peace and tranquility.

After being repaired by Chu Tianshu with the Great Perfection of the Nine-Nine Tribulation Ash Sword Intent.

Once the Thirteen Swords are mastered, one can gradually cultivate a burning passion, a spirit that defies death.

It is easiest to transform any painful emotions caused by external intrusion into the will to resist.

This is beneficial for maintaining one's sanity and resisting factors such as moonlight pollution.

However, the thousands of disciples of Chu Tianshu have cultivated to a point where their skill level is still relatively low.

The sword intent and spirit they cultivated would not even be considered martial arts divine intent if placed in the martial arts world of the Ming Dynasty.

If we say that someone who has cultivated the Divine Will of Martial Arts is at least equivalent to carrying a musket with a huge number of bullets and a trajectory that can change direction at will.

Therefore, their current sword intent is at most equivalent to a few sparks produced when flint and steel collide, which are powerless and fleeting.

If we send them to find the people who are suffering, let them use their sword intent to enlighten them, transform their suffering into motivation for life, and not let them dwell on it for too long.

They certainly can't do that.

Therefore, Chu Tianshu only assigned them one task.

When you see strange, colorful light around those monks, releasing your sword intent is enough.

bass! !

The colorful light, before it could even touch the sword, suddenly recoiled like the tongue of a startled toad.

Both Li Jianke and Lian Shanbai looked completely bewildered.

The old monk with the halberd stared blankly at the colorful light emanating from the Buddha statue in front of him.

The force of that sword strike was only a little over a hundred pounds, with no sword energy that could be released outwards.

If I had to put it into words, at most there was a slight projection of momentum and intent.

Like a fleeting spark, tiny and faint, it vanishes in an instant.

The old monk couldn't understand how that sword could force the relic of the consciousness realm to retreat.

At that very moment, he truly had a premonition...

die! ! !
The outer shell of that colorful light suddenly cracked, and its surface turned into a furious red.

The light emanating from within is still colored, but the contrast between the colorful light and the pure red of the outer shell creates a sense of extreme danger.

A blindingly bright light burst forth in an instant.

None of the monks had time to dodge.

A silent, yet terrifying explosion amidst the white light.

Li Jianke stood there for a long time before he felt his vision return to normal.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

The house in front was still there, but the five monks were lying on the ground, their bodies gone.

The white jade Buddha statue remained motionless, and the colorful light behind its head had also disappeared.

Lian Shanbai asked with a pounding heart, "What...what was that just now? Old Zhou, what the hell is your sword?!"

Old Zhou looked at the sword in his hand, his face pale, and swallowed hard.

"I don't understand either, but the little fairy said so."

"We are the nemesis of these people."

Carpenter Zhou said blankly, "Perhaps it means that our swords now are their retribution!"

A tiny, illusory spark met the world's most perfect fuel for a raging fire.

The pain of thoughts and desires is collected and gathered to the extreme, forming an outer shell, a "membrane" that can bear the power of the eighth consciousness.

With just the right trigger, even the smallest one, pain can transform into resistance.

It's like when a hair falls to the ground, it deviates by about half the diameter of a hair strand—such a small impact.

The outer casing will catch fire!

Because Chu Tianshu had just arrived in this world, he had already encountered a third-rate person who used demonic secret techniques to harm people, and he also sensed the terrifying threat that demonic arts would pose to the future.

Even though he was completely unaware of the existence of the Eighth Consciousness Treasure at that time, he still chose to have his disciples begin practicing the Deadly Sword Technique.

Only those who begin with this method can possess such pure sword intent and mindset.

Do not win by force, but by sincerity.

Every drink and every bite is preordained!

"It is indeed unlikely that we can find so many monks as quickly as possible and ensure that we can defeat each group of people we encounter by force."

Chu Tianshu stood among a group of flat, ground-hugging monks, and another ball of colorful light appeared in his hand.

"However, you yourselves are creating a disaster that will blow you up."

"If I encounter my disciples who can remotely ignite fires at any time, they are doomed!"

Chu Tianshu looked up at the sky, and behind him were four colorful lights, enveloped by his aura, suspended in mid-air.

Adding this bundle in my hand, that makes five finished pieces of the Consciousness Realm Relic.

As he released his breath, a light, indistinguishable to the naked eye, soared straight into the sky.

Anyone with keen spiritual perception, capable of sensing the primordial energy of heaven and earth, can achieve this within a single prefecture, even without being a true enlightened being.

Everyone could see that sliver of colorful light.

"You're plotting against me, aren't you? Planning to swallow the relic, greatly increase your strength, and then surround and kill me?"

"Then I'll give you a choice too."

Chu Tianshu raised his hand upwards, channeling his immense mental power, and guided it with his index finger.

That streak of colorful light, stretching straight into the sky, twisted slightly, turning left and right, and finally seemed to form a line of vertical characters.

"Within a single day!"

"Don't come, or it will all be destroyed!"

Choose one: go collect the corpses of those useless monks.

Or perhaps we should try to seize the finished treasures that you greedily desire.

(End of this chapter)