Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 227 Lax Discipline Leads to the Best Use of Resources

"They were all seriously ill and suffering greatly. Instead of treating them, you cruelly murdered them. Are you even human?"

Upon seeing this scene, even with Shen Xinzhu's emotional control, she almost couldn't help but burst into a tirade.

Everything in the underground cave was simply too inhumane.

Even if they are members of the Demonic Sect, killing someone is just killing someone, nothing more than sucking blood and dismembering the body, they would not go through such a detailed ordeal with the corpse.

Some even dissected the internal organs and skull while the victims were still alive...

The monk's expression was calm, clearly not feeling anything was wrong. Instead, he seemed to be chanting Buddhist scriptures and meditating, his eyes filled with holiness.

It seemed as if they were doing something great that would benefit the country and its people.

“Female benefactor, you do not understand. The human body is a treasure trove, and its wonders cannot be fully comprehended even if one spends a lifetime on it.”

Ordinary people like us suffer from illness. Where does this illness come from, and how does it heal? The subtle changes in life force and the spread of death energy are impossible to see with the naked eye, even through the skin.

Only by exploring the various subtle pathological changes can we better treat some rare and strange diseases…

The handsome monk smiled and shook his head, seemingly sincere: "You only see me disemboweling myself to seek relief, but you cannot see the lasting blessings that will follow."

Once you understand the true meaning behind it, you'll know that with this skill of swordsmanship, you can save countless lives and perform immeasurable merit.

"Stubborn."

Shen Xinzhu was so angry that her face turned red. She spat out a mouthful of saliva and almost couldn't help but slap herself.

I can tell now, this monk is actually a madman.

He actually tried to make a madman realize the mistakes he had made.

It's crazy.

"You not only want to see the internal organs of the human body, but also want to see how life force flows through the whole body and why it can be connected into a network. Then, you also want to deduce that image and connect the life force of heaven and earth with the life force of the human body."

Lu Wubing suddenly said.

His eyes held a cold, icy demeanor.

No matter what kind of reasoning the monk gave, he didn't find it strange.

Some people's values become so rigid that they are impossible to reason with.

Just like some movies I've seen in my past life, there are also some mad scientists in them who claim to be doing it for all of humanity.

However, the people he was using as test subjects were living, breathing human beings.

The same applies to the monk.

He not only viewed all living beings as pigs and dogs because of his own desire for knowledge and understanding, but also had no compassion whatsoever in his heart.

My greatest desire is to decipher the seal of the character "形" (shape).

The mastermind behind it all made a pretty good calculation.

Anyone who obtains the Ten Directions Seal will surely be amazed by its wondrous mysteries.

Furthermore, they try every means to understand and comprehend, thereby enabling themselves to evolve.

This evolutionary instinct is something etched deep within the human genome, stronger than any other desire.

Human beings are inherently attached to life and fear death. If one day they could actually see the hope of immortality, it could drive any normal person mad.

This shows that Monk Wuxiang was indeed a genius.

Because most people simply cannot understand the relationship between the Ten Directions Seal and longevity.

Just like his own father, Lu Changfeng, he also saw the diagrams left by his grandfather, but he only used them as acupuncture and pulse diagrams for treating diseases, copying them without giving them much thought.

Unlike the monk Wuxiang before them, who insisted on getting to the bottom of things and figuring out the deepest mysteries of the human body.

Furthermore, he achieved some success in his training.

The immense, ever-flowing vitality within the monk's body was clearly evident to Lu Wubing.

"You are overthinking things. You are judging a gentleman by the standards of a petty person. One should not discuss matters of the highest order with a person of low character."

"How dare you, a monk, speak like this?"

Lu Wubing gave a cold, light laugh, said no more, and with a slight sway, he was already in front of the monk.

He didn't draw his sword, but simply reached out and grabbed forward.

His physical strength is now boundless. The Primordial Qi in his meridians and dantian, nourished by this extraordinary blood energy, has been forcibly condensed into seven or eight drops of true essence liquid.

At this moment, he simply reached out and grabbed something, and the surrounding energy surged like a sea, the power surged like a tide, completely obscuring the entire underground cavern that covered dozens of acres.

An immense force surged from all directions, collapsing and cracking inwards, tightly binding the body of the monk Wuxiang.

If you can't reason with someone, there's no need to reason with them.

My purpose in coming here is not to discuss matters of morality, good and evil, with the monk Wuxiang. I simply want to obtain his confession.

Let's take it first and talk about the rest later.

"What a powerful force."

The monk Wuxiang was always calm and composed.

When looking at people, a glint of light shines through from below the eyelids, coldly surveying the world, just like the Buddha in the temple, detached from worldly affairs.

Lu Wubing, Shen Xinzhu, and a cat collapsed the cave and came looking for him. He was startled at first, but upon closer inspection, he could see through the strength levels of Shen Xinzhu and the kitten.

As for Lu Wubing, he could only see faint fluctuations in the other party's aura, and could tell that he had strong bones and muscles and not weak internal strength, but he could not tell his true foundation at all.

This is precisely why he wasn't worried at all when his secret dealings were exposed.

However, Lu Wubing's figure approached rapidly like smoke and mist, and when he grabbed down with a palm, Lu Wubing's expression changed drastically.

He felt as if the entire void was against him, and he even had the feeling of facing a master who was as deep as the abyss.

impossible.

A fierce glint flashed in the eyes of the monk Wuxiang, and with a bang, his body transformed into a hundred or so phantoms.

A faint shimmering light appeared within it...

Each figure is making a different handprint.

At the same time, silently, the void twisted, and dozens of invisible ripples struck Lu Wubing's palm with true energy.

It splashed up tiny ripples.

"Fleeting light and illusion, formless finger of calamity."

Lu Wubing chuckled softly, feeling a sensation like a mosquito bite on his palm and arm, and suddenly grabbed down with one hand.

Hundreds of illusory forms transformed into streams of light, all of which were captured by this palm strike.

With a whoosh, a bald monk in a white robe was grabbed by the neck.

As it swayed, its joints were shaken apart like soft noodles.

Despite the innate cultivation level of the monk Wuxiang and his two Buddhist secret techniques, they were like firecrackers going off in place under his overwhelming power, not even managing to budge a hair on his head.

Shen Xinzhu watched in a daze, completely unable to understand what was happening before her eyes.

She knew that this was not because the monk Wuxiang was weak.

The opponent's true energy was so powerful, his movements so unpredictable, and his reactions so swift that I couldn't match any of them.

The monk was a remarkable person with extraordinary skills.

However, in Lu Wubing's hands, this person was even more helpless than a kitten that was jumping around. He could grab the person by the neck as soon as he wanted.

My junior brother is getting stronger and stronger, almost inhuman.

Shen Xinzhu glanced at Lu Wubing furtively, and suddenly felt a little uneasy...

I still can't whisper about him in secret anymore, because he might sense it.

Why are you looking at me like that? Don't worry, I won't hit you.

Lu Wubing shook his head and chuckled.

He was in a good mood after catching the monk who had broken the precepts. He had just opened his mouth to say something, and his sword finger, which was gathering the energy of a needle, was about to pierce the acupoint of the monk Wuxiang and ask him questions, when he suddenly stopped.

He spoke in a deep voice.

"Now that you've arrived, Master, what do you have to say?"

Shen Xinzhu was startled and quickly turned around to look around. She saw a point of light appear in the flickering candlelight in the cave, slowly outlining a human figure.

Upon closer inspection, one could see an old monk with his head bowed and hands clasped in prayer, his face filled with sorrow, standing about three zhang ahead.

I don't know when, but it was already standing there quietly.

If it weren't for the gray monk's robe he was wearing, which was being gently swayed by the breeze in the cave, Shen Xinzhu would have almost thought he was a ghost.

……

In the quiet room on the left side of Yuanguang Temple, the sandalwood incense still rises gently.

Huang Chengzong slowly began, “Master, your Buddhist teachings are profound, but your chess skills are not necessarily that great. In the end, we have won this game. As the saying goes, ‘Not striving for a moment, one can seek eternity.’ The way of chess…”

At this point, Huang Chengzong paused, suddenly feeling that the other side seemed empty, as if something was missing.

Looking up, the room was empty; the old monk was nowhere to be seen, having left sometime earlier.

"It's going to be worse."

Huang Chengzong was greatly alarmed. He no longer cared about pulling out his chess manual. He slammed his hand heavily on the chessboard and, like a soaring eagle, flew out of the window and rushed towards the back mountain.

……

"Put him down. Our Great Yuanguang Temple has produced such a wicked creature, and we will give you an explanation."

The old monk's voice was slow and deliberate, as if he were speaking with great difficulty.

I don't know if it was because he was upset or because he was usually quiet.

“That won’t do. It’s not that I’m disrespecting you, Master, but this scoundrel is skilled in sophistry and has a silver tongue. If he’s left under your watch, you might give him a chance to escape. Let me ask him something first before we talk.”

"You really won't give it to me, benefactor?"

The old monk wasn't angry. His originally ordinary, thin body, which looked like that of an average monk, seemed to be radiating light and heat.

A powerful aura, like a dragon awakening, filled the entire cave.

At the same time, golden light and shadow slowly expanded and grew taller around his body, reaching a height of sixteen feet, almost touching the cave ceiling.

The air surged and compressed.

Shen Xinzhu could no longer stand and staggered backward, retreating seven or eight zhang before staring blankly at the light and shadow around the old monk.

On the surface of the light and shadow, golden light flowed, gradually materializing into a giant nearly two stories tall. Although it remained motionless, its majestic and domineering aura, capable of subduing dragons and tigers, pressed heavily on one's heart, making it hard to breathe.

"This is the golden body of a Buddhist monk, representing the return of all things to their true nature, and the protection of health even in the absence of illness."

Shen Xinzhu exclaimed in surprise.

When legend becomes reality.

Even though Shen Xinzhu had some prior mental preparation, she was still shocked to suddenly encounter a master of the fourth level of the Xingtian realm.

Not only her, but the kitten also retreated while making growling sounds.

Clearly, it knew that the enemy in front of it was too powerful, and it lost all interest in acting cute.

"What kind of Dharma form is this? It's just a facade."

Lu Wubing chuckled softly.

Facing the enormous golden Buddha palm crashing down on his head, he threw a punch.

boom……

The energy surged and surged from all directions.

The entire underground cave shook violently and collapsed.

Shen Xinzhu and the kitten, one human and one pet, were like they had encountered a natural disaster. Just before the mud and rocks were about to crush them, they had already run away along the original path.

He turned around and looked in surprise.

Where the blasted mountain ridge was, soil and rocks were still pouring down, and the underground cave had been turned into a flat area.

Two phantom figures flickered in mid-air, and the booming sound made the blood in one's body surge and the skin tighten, as if being hit by a gale.

boom……

Another explosion.

With a whoosh, the ground and mountains sank more than ten feet down, and a golden light, like lightning, struck the peak across the ravine with a crack, leaving a huge crater.

Golden light swirled wildly around the old monk, and a deep fist-shaped mark could be faintly seen on his chest near his heart. Blood was also flowing continuously from his mouth.

On the other side, atop the crumbling branches of an ancient tree, Lu Wubing, dressed in blue, held the monk Wuxiang in one hand, a gaunt handprint imprinted on his chest. His skin was shattered, revealing what appeared to be bare, white bones.

My junior brother is injured.

Shen Xinzhu's heart was in her throat.

Her eyes were red.

Through the misty shimmering water, she blinked, and before she could even speak, she noticed that the palm print on Lu Wubing's chest had healed, revealing fair skin that was only slightly pink.

His aura returned to its former grandeur, his divine will was perfected, and suddenly an extremely sharp aura soared into the sky.

This means he has recovered from his injuries, is fully recovered, and is ready to draw his sword.

Lu Wubing did not draw his sword just now; instead, he held the monk Wuxiang in his hand, protecting him from being taken away by the old monk.

Furthermore, one of them changed his move, and at the same time suffered a chest injury.

Lu Wubing recovered rapidly, as if he had never been injured.

As for the old monk, his chest bones were uneven and half of his chest was sunken. His breathing was slightly weak, and he could not even maintain his golden body posture, swaying unsteadily.

It's obvious who's superior and who's inferior.

"Master's protectiveness is quite admirable. I finally understand why Monk Wuxiang looks like this. But in any case, this monk must not die at your hands today."

And you certainly can't atone to your so-called Buddha. You reap what you sow. Since he has this hobby, enjoying disemboweling people, he'll have to experience it himself.

In the blink of an eye, I exchanged eight or nine blows with the old monk Fayuan...

Lu Wubing realized that although the opponent was strong and every move was deadly, it was aimed at the monk Wuxiang.

He made six consecutive attacks, but Lu Wubing blocked them all. He knew that if he didn't defeat Lu Wubing, he would never be able to get his disciple back.

Even if I wanted to kill this wretched creature, I couldn't.

Therefore, he went all out to attack Lu Wubing, but ended up suffering a great loss instead.

Lu Wubing could see clearly that the old monk's golden body was solid and difficult to break, and his Prajna Buddha Palm was as heavy as a mountain. However, in terms of sheer strength, he was still far inferior to Lu Wubing.

Although their level of understanding was a step higher than mine.

The power of his true essence attack is also outrageously strong.

In terms of actual combat strength and adaptability, I am still slightly superior.

This can be determined from the location and severity of the injuries sustained by the two individuals.

He took half a palm strike from the other party, but it didn't land a full blow.

The old monk, however, took a full-force punch, which shattered his golden body and pierced through his bones and muscles.

He almost had his heart blown out.

As the saying goes, if you understand one method, you will understand all methods.

Lu Wubing's swordsmanship has reached the level of unifying all swords into one.

Even without drawing their swords, their combat strength was slightly diminished.

However, incorporating sword techniques into fist and foot techniques is also a piece of cake.

Its ever-changing moves and fierce, ruthless intent make it extremely difficult to deal with.

In particular, the force exerted by fists and palms can easily reach millions of pounds.

When they fight, the void trembles, making it difficult to defend against or block.

The old monk was naturally no match for him.

"Everyone says that Young Master Wubing's swordsmanship is unparalleled, and he can be called the 'Divine Sword.' I originally thought this was an exaggeration, but after meeting him today, I feel that meeting him is even more impressive than hearing about him."

Having cultivated for 153 years, I am confident that my Bodhi Golden Body and Prajna Buddha Palm are unparalleled techniques. Even if I were to encounter the Eight Kings of the World, I would not necessarily be unable to put up a fight.

"Today I have the pleasure of meeting Young Master Wubing, yet I was unable to force out the Vast Ocean Divine Sword. Truly, new talents emerge in every generation, but it is a pity for my Yuanguang Temple..."

As he spoke, the old monk's vitality gradually faded.

Clearly, he had resolved to die, and now his spirits had been broken, leaving him only with regret.

On his deathbed, he probably regretted his poor teaching and the squandering of the family business left by his master, feeling extremely resentful.

"Master, your disciple is guilty."

The monk Wuxiang stared intently at the old monk, and suddenly tears streamed down his face.

He had clearly figured out his own fate and also knew the fate of the Great Yuanguang Temple.

He had thought of everything, but he never expected that even with his master's miraculous and powerful martial arts, he would be defeated.

The more we relied on in the past, the more we have lost now.

"Don't call me Master... After you buried your parents, you vowed to rid the world of illness and pain. You even traveled barefoot to seven cities and one hundred and eight towns to treat the people. You didn't seek wealth or fame, only peace of mind."

I have been watching this closely and am happy, thinking that the Great Yuanguang Temple has a worthy successor.

But I never imagined you were truly healing the illness, not the person. The demonic energy was growing right before my eyes, yet I was blind to it.

“Master often says that you can only save others if you save yourself. I can neither save my parents nor myself, so how could I think about saving all people in the world?”
Back then, I watched helplessly as my parents died before my eyes, unable to even get a sip of water. The world regarded me as a pig or a dog, so why should they dare to ask me to heal others?
Master is right. I heal the illness, I save myself. What do the people of this world have to do with me? My parents are dead, why don't they die too?

The monk Wuxiang's eyes were red as he murmured, "The only person I have wronged in my life is my master. I will repay his great kindness in the next life."

As he spoke, he somehow activated some kind of technique, causing a mouthful of blood to flow backwards, almost shattering his heart.

Lu Wubing squinted and pointed a finger down.

The changes within the monk Wuxiang's body suddenly stopped. He couldn't even move a finger, let alone circulate his energy. His breath was shallow and weak, and his voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

"You must not die yet."

Lu Wubing smiled slightly: "If your own family suffers, you wish everyone in the world would suffer too."

"Your parents can't live, so you want the whole world to die with them? You shouldn't have become a monk."

He tossed the monk Wuxiang aside. "Senior Sister Xinzhu, the monk's mind is in turmoil. Use the Seven Emotions Sound to carefully question him and find out who exactly taught him the seal diagram."

Turning my head, I saw that the old monk Fayuan's face was ashen, and he was clearly on his deathbed.

The punch he had received earlier was powerful enough to shatter mountains, and it reverberated through his heart. If the old monk hadn't protected him, his heart would have ruptured, blood would have flowed out, and his life would have been cut short.

Lu Wubing sighed, and two silver needles pierced the old monk's heart, infusing him with life force.

“Since ancient times, every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt its debtor. Monk Wuxiang has committed heinous crimes and is naturally doomed to die.”

But as far as I know, the old monk's innocence is undeniable, except for the charge of oversight. Throughout his life, he accumulated much good karma and did not deceive or mistreat the people.

The Great Yuanguang Temple also heals the people every year... The monks are pure and detached from worldly desires, and the Buddha statues in the temple are not gilded; it's not that we can't spare your lives."

"This old monk's sins are unforgivable." A glint flashed in the old monk's eyes, and he suddenly looked up, feeling life flowing through his body. He exclaimed inwardly at the wonder of it, and his heart gradually became more active.

"One can make amends for one's mistakes by making meritorious contributions."

Lu Wubing nodded with a smile.

The old monk committed the crime of negligence, failing to properly supervise his disciple, which led to the disciple committing a serious crime.

There's not much to criticize about his intentions.

The initial attempt to cover it up was ultimately driven by desire, which is understandable given human nature.

Of course, given such a mistake, killing him would be justified and wouldn't be considered unjust.

The Great Yuanguang Temple is gone, that's all.

It was only natural to dismiss the monks and cut off their incense offerings.

But what can you do when this monk is a master of the Innate [Return to Truth] Realm?

Although he narrowly lost to them by one move.

But looking at the world, no matter which force they face, they are all formidable and invincible masters.

Such a master is valuable.