Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 421 Baosheng Temple Fair
The sun is shining brightly.

The large swaths of poisonous flowers in the fields, which were not thoroughly eradicated, have been largely destroyed in the recent six months of war.

There is only one road connecting the six or seven villages and towns nearby, which was built by those armed groups to facilitate the collection of raw materials for toxic substances.

The cement road surface was covered with cracks in many places, and some plots were even sunken, which were obviously marks left by heavy trucks.

A white sedan, covered in dust, drove by slowly.

The driver was a lean, yellow-skinned man, while in the back seat sat a white man with narrow eyes, a long face, brown hair, and a buzz cut, holding a small flowerpot.

“Cai, even though this flower was planted back in the pot, I don’t think it will live much longer. Look, look, its leaves have lost their luster.”

"My goodness, the tips of the petals look like they've all curled up from dehydration."

As Andrei muttered to himself, he took the spray bottle on his right and sprinkled some medicine into the flowerpot.

The plant in the flowerpot, at first glance, looks like a yellow glasswork.

It displays a stunning beauty when it trembles slightly in the medicinal solution.

Golden chain flower is a poisonous herb. If an ordinary person accidentally comes into contact with the sap of this flower, the subcutaneous muscles will quickly become infected and suppurate.

But in the eyes of someone knowledgeable like Andrei, this thing was truly valuable.

In the past, the Greek Orthodox Church had a remedy called "Bergen Tzu Chi Pill," and now only large religious sects possess the formula for it.

However, precisely because they profit from this prescription and have a high demand for medicinal materials, they openly list out several key ingredients that are difficult to obtain and solicit them from outside sources year after year.

This golden chain flower is one of them.

Andrei never expected that he would obtain this elixir, which should have originated in Europe, while killing a Siamese sorcerer.

Most likely, it was some unfortunate fellow from Europe who was killed by that wizard, and his treasures were then stolen by the wizard.

All Andrei can say is that it was good that his fellow villager died; may he go to heaven.

However, the wizard was knowledgeable; after obtaining the elixir, he was able to cultivate it successfully.

Andrei and his partner Cai Xinzai, however, did not possess this ability.

Cai Xinzai is a successor of Cai Li Fo boxing. When he was a child, he also learned Qigong from a Taoist priest. He is a first-class expert in boxing and knows a little about medicinal wine, but he knows nothing about European spiritual plants.

When Andre was a child, he exhibited signs of atavism, awakening the talent of a werewolf. He was also very knowledgeable and could identify many spiritual herbs, but he was not good at them; he knew how to eat them but not how to cultivate them.

He was very unwilling to accept that the grass was withering.

But if it were just for this one plant, would you leave the Golden Triangle, which is now full of opportunities, and make a special trip back to Europe?

Andrei couldn't bring himself to make that decision either.

A couple of days ago, Cai Xinzai saw someone share on a forum that someone had set up a market for religious practitioners in Chiang Mai Province, Siam.

Many people who have been there say it's good.

The organizers are very strong, and order is guaranteed.

In particular, the organizers took a very clear stance, stating directly that they would not accept those anti-human evil elements.

If you don't have a stance, people won't dare to go.

Those with such a clear stance are the best; even pure evil sorcerers, when looking for a place to trade, would prefer to mingle in such a market.

After all, even a pure evil sorcerer who feeds on humans sometimes needs other kinds of resources.

Some speculate that this was initiated by the Siamese government.

However, after repeatedly seeing posts recommending this marketplace, Cai Xinzai had a sudden inspiration and logged into the secret forum addresses he had collected over the years as a bounty hunter, traveling to various countries.

After his search...

Posts about this market have appeared on secret forums for practitioners from various countries.

The current warlock community in the Golden Triangle comes from all over the world, and the forums they habitually browse are, of course, those they are used to using in their hometowns.

In other words, the market organizers used this method in order to achieve the greatest publicity effect in a short period of time.

Cai Xinzai also read those Amway posts, which were not from newly registered users, but mostly from veterans of the forum.

Such a grand undertaking could not possibly be accomplished by Siamese ascetics.
"Hey, they even managed to pin this on the Siamese government. I bet someone back home is stirring things up here..."

Having this idea, Cai Xinzai decided to go.

The identity of the person who could orchestrate such a move is hard to guess, but their background is quite easy to ascertain.

Cai Xinzai felt quite at ease wandering around places run by fellow villagers.

As the car wound its way through towering mountains, the outline of a city began to appear at the end of the highway.

After entering the city, Cai Xinzai quickly arrived at his destination, following the directions given by helpful people on the forum.

The entire county town here has a somewhat desolate and dilapidated atmosphere, and bullet holes and explosion remains can still be seen in many places.

Cai Xinzai's destination was far from the bustling city center, nestled deep in the mountains and forests.

However, when the car arrived, the temple at the foot of the mountain was completely surrounded by people, inside and out.

There were at least several hundred cars parked on that open space that served as a parking lot.

Many people carried guns, guarding their own vehicles, and looked at the crowds in the market with awe.

Many sorcerers, after arriving in the Golden Triangle, like to recruit some followers to facilitate their work, ranging from a dozen to over a hundred people.

Those guarding the vehicles were not practitioners, but local soldiers who followed the sorcerer.

If any of them are clever or decisive, they may very well embark on the path of spiritual practice if they receive guidance.

"My God, there are so many people."

Andrei, who was muttering to himself like a fool on the way, had a glint of wisdom in his eyes.

“Cai, those posts on the forum, the earliest one, is only about a week ago, right? How come they managed to gather such a large number of posts in just one week…”

"We live in the information age, so it's normal for people to come quickly. We're just here to buy and sell, why think so much?"

Cai Xinzai parked the car, but without taking the key out, he pushed open the door and got out.

Andrei found a bucket, put the potted plant in it, and put the lid on before getting off the bus and catching up with his partner with a grin.

"The reason you tell me not to think so much is probably because you've already thought it all through beforehand."

Andrei carried his small bucket forward. Before he even entered the temple grounds, there were already many people setting up stalls.

We are all practitioners, so we shouldn't make things too shabby.

They laid out furs or carpets on the ground, or perhaps they had set up a table for themselves.

Only a very few unrefined vendors would simply grab a red, blue, and white plastic sheet, lay it out, and display all their wares on it, giving off a cheap impression.

Here, the most frequent conversations are in English, and every transaction seems to begin with this.

But after exchanging a few words, as long as they find that the other person can understand, they quickly switch to Chinese, French, Siamese, and so on.

Andrei had been listening attentively, but soon found himself completely confused and began to pick at his ears.

The two didn't find anything particularly interesting at the street stalls outside, so they walked into the temple.

The crowd density inside the temple is almost as high as outside, but people seem to be more reserved here, and there is not much loud noise.

There are several large halls in the temple.

Recalling the description on the forum, Cai Xinzai headed straight for the main hall.

Inside the main hall, some people even lined up, but they weren't there to worship Buddha.

Instead, next to the Buddha statue was a long table, behind which sat a short, thin old man with a refined and detached demeanor. He had a small mole on his right forehead, from which a white hair grew.

The old man spoke fluent English.

He could describe in detail the items brought out by those in line, whether they were common Southeast Asian witchcraft artifacts, Buddhist ritual implements, or rare herbs and casting materials, or goods from West Asia, Europe, or even the Americas. He could also instruct these people on where to find the right people to facilitate the transaction.

If there were people willing to pay money, quite a few were directly bought by the elderly man on behalf of the organizers.

Behind the old man stood several tall, upright young men in black, who were specifically tasked with these kinds of tasks.

Cai Xinzai spoke his native language as soon as he opened his mouth and said with a grin, "Uncle, you're from the Southeast, aren't you?"

Sun Buyuan smiled and asked, "Does the guest have any items he would like to have authenticated?"

Seeing that he got straight to the point without any delay, Cai Xinzhai turned around, picked up the small bucket, and took out the potted plant.

Sun Buyuan took it and examined it briefly.

"Gold chain globe, European import, at least from 1999, a good item."

He objectively stated, "Although this flower is a spiritual herb, it takes a year to mature and three years to grow old. The fact that it has grown from ninety-nine years ago to the present day is due to the painstaking cultivation of its successive owners, which has made a significant contribution."

"This flower can be one of the main ingredients in Tzu Chi Pills, but those that have been cultivated for so long are not just for use as the main ingredient in Tzu Chi Pills."

Andrei was delighted to hear this.

I originally thought this plant was valuable enough to be used as the main ingredient in Tzu Chi Pills, but after this reminder, I realized that it could be even more valuable.

"Sir."

Andrei quickly stepped forward, using his body as cover, and discreetly handed a piece of gold to Sun Buyuan.

"Where do you think would be the best place to sell our medicinal herbs?"

With a faint smile, Sun Buyuan pushed the gold back into the other person's palm: "We also buy this kind of medicine here, but you can only buy it with money."

"If you want to barter and exchange for some useful treasures, you can consider going to stall number four on the east side."

Cai Xinzai said, "Thank you for your guidance, senior!"

He pulled Andrei along, and there were already people queuing up behind them, continuing all the way to the palace gate.

When they came in, the line length was almost the same.

The two walked out of the palace gate and carefully looked at the number plates on the stalls. They quickly found stall number four on the east side.

"My Lord has mercy, Hallelujah!"

The stall owner was a man in his forties with silver hair and a fair complexion. He was dressed simply in a white t-shirt and trousers, with a chestnut wood cane lying across his knees and a ceramic jar beside him.

He was unremarkable in appearance, but when he spoke, he used Old English, his eyes gleaming with a hidden light, and his demeanor was dignified.

Andrei wrinkled his nose when he was stared at.

How come he's a mendicant monk from the London Order?

In modern times, mendicant monks have become the backbone of the London Order's martial arts training, and have had many conflicts with werewolves and vampires.

Andrei prides himself on being a modern, progressive youth, but after awakening his werewolf bloodline, he feels somewhat uncomfortable with the smell of these mendicant monks.

Strangely, after the mendicant monk's eyes flickered, he did not show any hostility.

Ignoring all that, Cai Xinzai took the medicinal herbs directly from the bucket.

The mendicant monk's expression changed slightly: "Could I take a closer look?"

After carefully examining the golden chain flower, his breathing quickened slightly. He forced himself to calm down, looked deeply at Cai Xinzai, returned the elixir, and took out his phone.

"Sir, you seem to be someone who practices martial arts. I have a document here called 'Occam's Truth Boxing Manual,' and I would like to exchange it with you. What do you say?"

Although he didn't look at Andrei, his words were clearly meant for Andrei.

Occam's Truth Fist was a renowned martial art in the Greek Orthodox Church. What's remarkable is that this martial art seeks truth and reality, objectively acknowledging the existence of species such as werewolves, and there are no taboos for werewolves practicing this fist technique.

Furthermore, with the physique of a wolf, if one were to master this martial art, one's resistance to certain energies that one is naturally afraid of would also be enhanced.

Cai Xinzai glanced at Andrei out of the corner of his eye and realized that his partner was actually quite interested in him.

"not enough!"

Cai Xinzai shook his head, his words concise and to the point.

After thinking it over, the mendicant monk rummaged in his pocket for a while and took out a green plastic medicine bottle.

"There are three standard-sized Tzu Chi pills in this bottle, along with the boxing manual. We'll use them together in the exchange."

Judging from his tone, Cai Xinzhai knew that this was the highest price he could ask for. After pretending to hesitate, he accepted the deal.

Not far after the two left the stall, Andrei couldn't wait any longer. He took Cai Xinzai's phone and started flipping through the boxing manual documents.

"Good, good, this fist technique is indeed powerful. This is a treasure that can be passed down to future generations."

Andrei said in a low voice, "That annoying mendicant monk is actually quite fair in his business dealings."

Cai Xinzai nodded: "This person has a good character, but it is also related to the occasion. I think he is very wary of this occasion. It was mentioned on the forum before that some people who caused trouble here were taught a lesson."

Andrei laughed and said, "If he's so wary, why does he insist on setting up a stall here? In the end, it's all about greed."

Just as Cai Xinzai was about to reply, he suddenly caught sight of something on a nearby stall, and his feet involuntarily moved toward it.

The stall owners appeared to be a grandfather and grandson.

The old man was wearing a white silk training uniform with buttons down, while the young girl was wearing a sports vest and cargo pants, with a large Spring and Autumn period sword beside them.

The items on the stall were mostly jade and some wood carvings.

Cai Xinzai had his eye on a wooden Arhat carving.

"A successor of Choy Li Fut?"

The old man casually raised his eyelids. “Cho Li Fo originated from the Southern Shaolin Temple. The Zen Master Zhishan of the Southern Shaolin Temple once sculpted a statue of an Arhat with long arms and legs, which contained the essence of the original Choi Li Fo boxing style.”

"It can be described as a martial arts technique and a variant of a martial arts manual, which can combine Cai Li Fo boxing and the Hunyuan Tongzi Gong of the Wudang branch into one."

In his youth, Zhi Shan studied martial arts at a Taoist family, where his boxing style incorporated the essence of Buddhism and Taoism, subtly aligning with the Taoist principle of strengthening and forging oneself.

Cai Xinzai had his left hand behind his back, his little finger twitching.

Although he practiced not the Wudang Boy's Kung Fu, he practiced the "Water King's Ten Strikes" Qigong of the Lushan School of Taoism, and the two were similar in principle.

For him, this wood carving was like finding a piece of the puzzle that had been missing in his life for a long time.

"How much is this wood carving?"

The old man stroked his beard and said, "Barter. I want a set of secret manuals related to the Nine Syllable Mantra, and it has to be the kind that can touch on forbidden levels."

Cai Xinzai's face immediately stiffened: "Are you kidding me? This wood carving can be exchanged for such a secret manual?"

"This wood carving is absolutely top-tier even below the forbidden level. Moreover, unlike ordinary manuals, it is a magical artifact formed by infusing fist intent. With these two values ​​combined, it can naturally be exchanged for a simple manual."

The old man sighed as he finished speaking.

"Actually, the organizers of this market have what I want, but they refuse to exchange it for this wood carving because they have something else in mind."

Cai Xinzhai asked suspiciously, "Do you have connections with the organizers?"

"Does this guy also want to have connections with the organizers?"

The old man smiled broadly, "Don't worry, you don't need to sign any contract to go back to China to work. Just help me get around in the Golden Triangle."

"If you can gain something, obtaining the secret manual first, and then this wooden carving shouldn't be too difficult. Sharing it with everyone would be a win-win-win situation..."

Cai Xinzai felt that if he continued listening, he might get involved in something serious.

But he really couldn't stop thinking about that wooden carving.

Furthermore, bounty hunters are inherently dangerous and risky; as long as they don't sign long-term contracts, working for the organizers is just as good.

(End of this chapter)