Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 238 Overwhelming the Great Brahma, Unbridled Killing

"What a magnificent mountain range! It's such a pity that it's been occupied by monks."

Lu Wubing looked up at the majestic and towering mountains. As far as the eye could see, the mountain range stretched for hundreds of miles and seemed to have no end.

On the mountainside of the main peak before us, it was as if a god had cleaved it open, creating a vast and empty space.

It has countless palaces and pavilions, all beautifully decorated.

It resembles the magnificent scenery of Lingshan described in Buddhist scriptures, with incense smoke rising everywhere, unlike anything in the human world.

At the foot of the mountains, fertile fields stretched as far as the eye could see, with freshly harvested rice stubble everywhere.

Piles of straw were burned to ashes, and farmers busily scattered them into the fields, repaired the field ridges, and cleared the irrigation ditches...

Along the way, we occasionally saw some fat monks sitting in sedan chairs, pointing and gesturing, clearly managing these fields.

"These are all properties of Dafan Temple, right?"

"Indeed, Dafan Temple wields immense power in Jingzhou. Most of the government officials and military officers are from this temple. The imperial court treats them with great favor, exempting them from taxes... Many refugees who have fled here have come to join the temple."

In the end, they became such a colossal entity that even at the height of the dynasty's power, anyone wanting to touch them would have to think twice.

The speaker is Venerable Fayuan of Dayuanguang Temple in Weijing.

Since leaving the capital, the monk's gaze, which had remained calm and quiet, finally showed a slight tremor.

Lu Wubing was sharp-witted and had exceptional eyesight. He could even sense the repression and anger in the old monk's spirit and see the traces of sadness hidden deep in his eyes.

It is unknown what kind of grudge the Venerable Master Fayuan had with Dafan Temple.
Lu Wubing had no intention of understanding, but he could roughly guess what was going on.

The abbot of Dayuanguang Temple, Fayuan, had disciples of the Wu generation, and was personally taught the Wuxiang lineage.

Coincidentally, the current abbot of Dafan Temple also belongs to the "Fa" generation, and his Dharma name is "Fazheng".

The fierce old monk who followed King Jinyang of Northern Zhou and was killed by him with a single blow was named Fahai.

At this time, another old monk, named "Falin," was dragged along by his side by iron chains after being traversed through Pipa Valley.

Judging from the name.

Dafan Temple and Dayuanguang Temple may have been one and the same place before.

It is likely that the Venerable Master Fayuan was forced to leave the mountain, and there may have been some separation or even death involved.

Therefore, even if he was sufficiently composed, at this moment, looking at the majestic mountain in front of him and the millions of acres of fertile land below, he was still overwhelmed with emotion.

As he climbed the steps, Lu Wubing's eyesight was now excellent. He was able to analyze many things after only a few quick glances.

The monks I encountered along the way all had wary eyes and calmly retreated. They didn't exude any bloodthirsty or murderous aura, clearly indicating that they hadn't been in battle or seen much bloodshed recently.

In other words, Dafan Temple did not suffer any losses during the war in Northern Zhou.

The reason is quite obvious.

It's nothing more than being opportunistic and quick to back down.

In addition, given their formidable strength, even when Yuwen Chui of Northern Zhou led an army of 100,000 south, they were unwilling to take the first bite of this tough nut to crack.

Therefore, after forcing them to surrender, they would collect some token wealth and recruit skilled warriors to accompany them, and then let them go easily.

For the Northern Zhou, the support from Dafan Temple was insignificant; their presence or absence made little difference.

On the contrary, Dafan Temple itself has a high enough status in the martial arts world. With their support, if they raise their banners and call to arms, at least half of the martial arts people in the south will not be so determined to resist the Northern Zhou army.

This is precisely what greatly displeased Lu Wubing.

Look at this mountain range and the temple grounds, and look at this vast field. The Dafan Temple is located within the territory of Dali. It has been living off the people's hard-earned money, but it does not contribute a single bit to Dali. Instead, it coldly watches the changing world and does not consider itself a citizen of Dali.

In their own view, they were outsiders, and the rise and fall of mortal dynasties were none of their business.

In any case, whoever unifies the world, I will serve them.

This behavior is somewhat hard to describe.

If you can't even do what someone pays, what's the point of keeping you around?
The Great Li Dynasty simply watched helplessly as the Dafan Temple continued to receive preferential treatment. On the contrary, the Tianxing Sect, which had put in a great deal of effort, suffered terribly.

Therefore, the fact that Dali is destined for destruction is mostly self-inflicted, and no one else is to blame.

However, at this point, even the emperor was dead, and the court had been wiped out by his own efforts, so whether or not the dynasty was destroyed was of little significance.

"Where is Fazheng? Why don't you come out to greet us? Do you intend to destroy the mountain and wipe out the entire family, reducing a thousand-year-old foundation to ashes?"

Standing in front of the mountain gate, the four warrior monks watched as a large group of people climbed the steps below, all armed and clad in armor. They hesitated, but then they heard a lion's roar.

wow...

The sound waves surged like a tidal wave, sweeping straight up the mountain.

The trees along the way swayed, and fallen leaves rained down. The monks around the main hall swayed unsteadily, hiding in the grass.

Some of the weaker ones even had blood trickling from their ears and noses.

The power of his roar was so great.

Lu Wubing glanced at the old monk Fayuan with slight surprise, and then he understood something.

Although the old monk harbored resentment towards some monks at Dafan Temple, he didn't necessarily hate all of them. In fact, deep down, he didn't really want Dafan Temple to be destroyed.

This lion's roar was dozens of times more powerful than a real lion's roar, and it could be heard throughout the entire mountain.

It's less of a deterrent and more of a reminder.

They were reminded not to resist and to submit early, otherwise their fate would be dire.

Not only was Lu Wubing fully aware of this matter, but the withered old monk Falin beside him also understood it.

The old monk, who had been listless, suddenly brightened up and stared intently at the location of the main hall.

"This old monk has overstepped his bounds; please forgive him, General."

The monk Fayuan bowed his head, clasped his hands in prayer, and stepped forward to apologize.

"Just this once, never happen again."

Lu Wubing didn't say much.

Anyway, he had his own plans. Whether or not to kill people was not important. The key was that Dafan Temple had such a large territory and so many monks. He couldn't just let them go as easily as he had with the Northern Zhou.

These people are still somewhat useful.

At present, the two countries are at war. To be honest, the Northern Zhou has a strong military spirit and its army is of higher quality than that of the Dali.

Even the number of top-rank martial artists is greater than that of Nanli.

Those people there have fought and grown amidst bloodshed for years. Although those at the bottom live worse than pigs and dogs, those at the top are incredibly powerful, all ruthless experts who have risen from the ashes of blood and bones.

If it's just one or two, or ten or a hundred.

Lu Wubing, however, was not worried.

However, to gather the strength of an entire nation, the number of experts at this level must be in the tens of thousands.

Above the top level of combat power, they are not at a significant disadvantage, but at the mid-level combat power, Da Li simply cannot defeat them.

Even if they win, the Dali army will likely be almost wiped out.

Therefore, the Southern Jianghu will inevitably need to be unified...

Especially for certain sectarian factions, no one can remain uninvolved.

The world cannot be at peace solely because ordinary people fight their way out, leaving behind piles of bones, while those skilled warriors enjoy wealth and luxury.

How can this be?

Either you contribute to your father, fight and make achievements, and only if you survive will you be qualified to enjoy it.

Either way, it's better to die sooner.

All the blessings they enjoyed in the past must now be given back.

At the ninth chime of the bell.

A row of monks appeared in the square in front of the Dafan Temple.

In front of and behind the mountain, among hundreds of palace complexes, countless figures moved like stars, rapidly gathering.

Everyone held weapons in their hands: monk's staffs, shovels, iron rods, and monk's knives...

These men were all strong and vigorous, with deep and powerful auras. At a glance, there were as many as three or four thousand of them.

"As expected of a top sect among the three sacred peaks of the mountain, the temple and the sacred mountain."

Lu Wubing glanced thoughtfully at the old monk Falin, who was being dragged by iron chains beside him, as well as the two elders of the Zhenwu Sword Sect, Xuji and Xudu.

Both of them had their collarbones pierced, their inner energy locked, and were being dragged around, looking extremely disheveled.

"So many people! If we kill them all, I wonder if we can dye this entire Dafan Mountain red."

Ouyang Lan suddenly spoke up, feeling a pang of reluctance.

That's what I said, but deep down I was extremely envious.

If the Tianxing Sect had had so many accomplished disciples back then, my parents wouldn't have had to spend half their lives toiling away.

Her cultivation level was already quite high at this point, and she had already figured out that all three or four thousand martial monks had mastered internal strength, had extremely stable lower bodies, and were physically robust.

Even the weakest among them had at least reached the level of the eighth rank with four meridians open. If placed in an ordinary city in the martial arts world, they could almost all work in a martial arts school as instructors and teach disciples.

Not to mention, within those layers of halls, there are countless junior disciples. The total number must be tens of thousands, right?
"This young girl is beautiful, yet her heart is so wicked. Have you not heard of the hell of having one's tongue pulled out..."

Upon hearing this, a burly, dark-skinned monk angrily rebuked him.

Before he could finish speaking, a figure flashed in front of him, and he was slapped hard across the face.

They were beaten until teeth flew and blood gushed out.

His body involuntarily tilted to the side and crashed heavily to the ground.

A bald head even knocked a small dent into Guangyang Huaqingyan.

"Uncle Master."

"Master..."

"Master!"

A gasp of surprise rippled through the crowd.

Let's take a look at the person who made the move. He was dressed in a gray monk's robe, with a slightly flowing white beard. His thin face had a faint divine light about it, and he looked like a high-ranking monk.

It was none other than the monk Fayuan.

"Little monk Wutong, how dare you be so disrespectful in front of the Great General! You are truly courting death. Aren't you afraid of bringing disaster upon yourself and causing the destruction of Dafan Temple? How can you face the Buddha and the Bodhisattva?"

"Fayuan, how dare you, a monk who has broken the precepts, act so presumptuously here at my Dafan Temple?"

From the direction of Dafan Temple, an old monk stepped forward and said, "Besides, as the master, I have the right to discipline my disciple. You are meddling too much."

"That's right, I can't stand your spinelessness. It was the same before, and it's the same today. So what if you're a general of the imperial court? Although my Dafan Temple only practices meditation and worships Buddha and doesn't concern itself with worldly affairs, it's not like just anyone can come and bully us."

"If you want to act recklessly, you'll have to ask the thousands of monks in this entire temple whether they'll allow it."

Another old monk spoke coldly.

Upon hearing this, Lu Wubing laughed out loud: "Good, you have backbone. Why weren't you this tough when the Northern Zhou invaded?"

As he spoke, he took a step forward and stood in front of the two old monks.

A punch, as powerful as a hammer, was thrown out with a thunderous roar.

Before the old monk could finish speaking, a gust of wind immediately assaulted his nostrils...

Just as he gathered his strength and raised his palm, a cold smile in his eyes, intending to counter the attack, the air in front of him shattered, and everything around him turned into nothingness.

An endless force, like the collapse of the sky, pressed down heavily on him.

Snapped……

A hint of despair flashed in the old monk's eyes.

His raised hand turned to dust, his chest shattered at the same time, and his whole body flew seven or eight zhang away like a tattered sack, crashing heavily onto the Mahavira Hall, leaving a human-shaped imprint.

He fell to the ground with a thud, already lifeless.

The other old monk looked horrified and was about to back away.

He had barely taken a step when he heard a cold laugh: "If your disciple is no good, then your master knew he was no good either. Why don't you die with your disciple?"

Snapped!
No matter how he turned left or right, he was always enveloped by a single palm strike.

He was pressed down by Lu Wubing's fair and jade-like palm.

His head exploded into a bloody mist.

The headless body swayed and then collapsed to the ground.

"Brother Fayun."

"Brother Fashen..."

Cries of grief echoed from all around.

"Lu Wubing, how could you be so ruthless? You are unworthy of being called a righteous sect! If you kill my eminent monk today, you will not fear your Heavenly Star Sect in the future..."

An old monk slammed his staff down heavily, causing a large crater to crack in the ground. He lunged forward, stirring up a gust of wind, and dragged a crescent-shaped object behind him as he was about to strike.

Chi!
The sword flashed like a bolt of lightning, passing right past his neck.

The old monk rushed halfway before slamming his head against the ground with a thud, and blood gushed from the back of his head.

But before he knew it, a sword had pierced his skull, extinguishing all his life force.

"Uncle Mingfa."

"Grandmaster Uncle!"

All around was filled with wailing, and this time, no one dared to step forward.

The two old monks mentioned earlier included the abbot of the Prajna Hall, Master Fayun, a master of the Innate Extreme Realm.

The other is the head monk of the Arhat Hall, the monk Xiantian Jiyijing Fashen.

These two were not only highly proficient in Buddhism, but their martial arts skills were also among the best in Dafan Temple. Not to mention, in the martial arts world, they would be called divine monks wherever they went.

Such a person.

In Lu Wubing's hands, he could be killed with just one punch and one palm strike.

The last old monk to rush out was of even higher status; he was the Venerable Master Mingfa of the Sutra Repository.

The monk Mingfa is now 198 years old. As a master of the Guizhen realm, countless masters throughout the temple have received his guidance.

This person is considered one of the few remaining patriarchs of Dafan Temple.

Although he had no hope of advancing to the Unity Realm, he was proficient in thirty-six Great Brahma arts, and his skills were earth-shattering.

On the day that King Jinyang of Northern Zhou went up the mountain, the monk Mingfa came forward and sparred with the divine general of the Yuwen family for three moves, but he did not suffer any significant setbacks.

But even such a highly respected, powerful, and arrogant patriarch of the Scripture Pavilion couldn't withstand a single move from Lu Wubing's sword.

He died just like any other third-rate martial artist in the martial arts world, showing absolutely no value.

"Master."

"kill……"

Hundreds of monks, their eyes red, charged forward, brandishing their weapons.

A line of armored soldiers appeared in front of us.

Hundreds of streams of light rose up.

flutter……

More than a hundred monks fell in pools of blood.

"kill……"

Then several hundred more armored soldiers drew their swords and stepped forward.

"Stop, back off."

A slightly overweight old monk looked alarmed and shouted to stop the other monks from moving forward.

He sensed it; Lu Wubing stood still, as if his entire being had merged into the mountain's contours.

He was like a sword, a towering, blood-dripping sword that slaughtered all living beings.

Just one glance at it makes one feel uneasy and drained of all energy.

At the same time, he seemed to see blood flowing like rivers in the Dafan Temple, and the continuous palaces engulfed in raging flames.

This is a spiritual warning.

Before the other party even made a move, my mind was already shaken.

He was trembling all over, and it seemed as if he was about to be decapitated in the next moment.

"Quack."

Lu Wubing held his longsword in hand, smiling as he looked up.

"If you are not satisfied, today we will kill all the monks of Dafan Temple, both young and old."

Abbot Fazheng, your fate is entirely up to you. To surrender, or to die?

He didn't care whether the other party was convinced or not.

He finally understood this world, this realm.

It is very likely that the use of force is attributed to oneself, and everyone believes that the strong are respected, fearing power but not virtue.

What principles, what justice? In the eyes of the people, they are all worthless.

The imperial court was like that.

Such is the nature of the martial arts world.

Even among those who live in seclusion and cultivate in seclusion, the strong are always right, and the weak are completely exploited.

What's the point of such a martial arts world, such sects, whether they exist or not?
Today, if these monks dare to utter even a single word of dissent, they will inevitably face the fate of having their Great Brahma massacred.

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(End of this chapter)