Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 260 The Duan Family Monks, Borrowing a Sword Amidst the Storm
Just as the old priest was about to throw the magatama, a lazy voice suddenly rang out:

"Isn't it impolite to start construction on someone else's property in the middle of the night?"

Under the moonlight, a figure appeared, leaning against the eaves of the pagoda. The person was wearing a faded monk's robe and carrying a wine gourd.

For some reason, the more enlightened these reclusive monks are about to see through the illusions of the world, the more they like to break their vows. Drinking alcohol and eating meat are commonplace for them. This is called not being attached to the self.

Just as Zen Master Daoji did, Li Dangxin from the world of "The Snow Sword" went even further, marrying and having a daughter.

The monk appeared extremely young, yet his eyes held a profound sense of age, as if he had seen through the passage of time.

The young monk shook his wine gourd, tilted his head back and took a swig. "That Mu family lad is clever. He always keeps his eyes open and carved his Dao heart imprint on the Yongzhen Mountain and River Stele. As soon as you disturbed the earth's veins, this old monk sensed it."

He glanced at the jade pendant with drunken eyes and sneered, "Using the filth of the Yellow Springs to sully the Golden-Winged Bird? Your Japanese Yin-Yang arts are still so low-class."

"Oh, right, it's called Neon now!"

"But no matter what, I get angry just looking at you, especially the Tsuchimikado family. I remember that rotten stench about you all too clearly!"

Before he finished speaking, the young monk suddenly tossed his wine gourd into the air.

The wine spilled, but condensed in mid-air, transforming into countless glistening droplets. Each drop reflected the moonlight, as if filling the entire night sky.

“Delusions fly like a demonic army, greed and anger blaze and take on demonic forms. The sword of the heart is drawn, its cold light piercing through the emptiness of ignorance and ghosts—” He recited aloud, pointing his fingers like a sword and gently slashing at the countless wine droplets in the sky.

The water droplets suddenly lit up, transforming into sharp sword energies!
Lacking the solemnity of Buddhism, it instead carried a touch of unrestrained poetic and wine-like freedom, like the simultaneous slashes of hundreds of drunken swordsmen, hurtling towards the priests and their entourage.

The elderly priest hurriedly unfolded his cypress fan, forming a barrier of dark blue incantations. However, the wine-bead sword energy seemed invisible and intangible, easily penetrating the incantation barrier and striking them directly.

"puff--"

Several attendants vomited blood and collapsed on the spot. Then, as if they had suffered extreme torture, they began to scream and roll on the ground until they bled from all seven orifices and died in agony.

The old priest retreated repeatedly, almost dropping the Yu Neng Qi Yu in his hand. Looking at the horrific deaths of his followers, his face turned grim: "Your Excellency, what ruthless methods!"

A fierce glint flashed in the young monk's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and lazily yawned, "Get lost, before I lose my temper."

He casually stepped onto the eaves of the tower.

The earth's energy surged throughout Chong Sheng Temple, and the three pagodas shone with golden light. The golden-winged bird phantom let out a clear cry, and with a flap of its wings, thousands of golden rays fell, intertwining with the soft light of the Guanyin image to form a large net, smoothing out the disturbed earth veins.

The elderly priest staggered back several steps, almost dropping the cracked cypress fan in his hand. He stared intently at the lazy young monk on the eaves of the tower and demanded sharply, "Who exactly are you?!"

The young monk took another swig of wine, casually wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and his weathered eyes appeared particularly deep in the moonlight.

He smiled, his voice tinged with reminiscence and nonchalance: "Me? That was too long ago... I only remember that my secular surname was Duan. As for now, I'm just a lazy monk guarding a tower."

"part?"

The old priest, Tsuchimikado Natsume, suddenly narrowed his eyes. "The Dali Duan family?! Impossible! That lineage has long since..."

"Nothing is Impossible."

The young monk, or rather the tower keeper surnamed Duan, interrupted him, his tone still calm: "Prosperity and decline are the natural order of things. Just like your Tsuchimikado family, haven't you gone from your former glory to now only capable of such underhanded tricks?"

A flicker of shame and anger flashed across Tsuchimikado Natsume's face, as if a sore spot had been touched. He straightened his body, exuding the pride of a direct descendant of Abe no Seimei.

"How dare you! My Tsuchimikado Shinto is the lineage of Seimei Taira no Korechika, how dare you insult me! Since you insist on obstructing me, I will show you the true power of Yin and Yang!"

Tsuchimikado Natsume immediately abandoned all restraint, rapidly forming hand seals as his spiritual energy surged forth, and he chanted an ancient incantation:
"Nangmo Sanmanduo Furiluo Han!"

As he chanted, countless shimmering talismans appeared around him, fluttering and dancing like butterflies.

These talismans are not simply paper; they are talismans prepared in advance by mixing their own spiritual power with specially made ink. They are usually kept on one's person and can appear in the air when needed.

They quickly combined and layered, forming a solid "barrier of Baqubigu" in front of him.

At the same time, a huge pentagram array appeared beneath his feet, its spiritual energy connecting with the earth's veins, attempting to disturb the calmed earth energy once again.

"Stubborn."

The monk guarding the tower shook his head slightly, the last trace of laziness disappearing from his eyes, replaced by a worldly indifference and a chilling killing intent.

Just then, the night wind picked up, dark clouds gathered in the sky, obscuring the bright moon, and large raindrops began to fall, turning into a torrential downpour that enveloped the entire Chong Sheng Temple.

The monk guarding the pagoda stood on the eaves, letting the rain soak his robes.

He slowly raised his right hand, palm facing the sky, and an incomparably powerful, vast, and boundless primordial energy emanated from his body, accompanied by an unparalleled spiritual cultivation that seemed to be able to see through the essence of all things.

“Since you are determined to die,” the monk guarding the tower said, his voice carrying an undeniable authority through the wind and rain, “I will send you on your way with this storm that fills the temple.”

Before he could finish speaking, a strange scene unfolded.

The raindrops falling from the sky suddenly stopped when they approached within a certain range of him!
Not only the raindrops, but even the howling wind seemed to be frozen and tamed by an invisible force.

Immediately afterwards, the vast primordial energy and the purest spiritual power merged into the wind and rain. Every drop of rain, every wisp of wind, began to shimmer with a chilling light and emit a subtle yet piercing ringing sound.

Turn rain into swords, condense wind into blades!
Thousands of raindrops transformed into thousands of translucent, water-colored longswords imbued with indestructible sword intent; wisps of wind became invisible yet incomparably sharp transparent wind blades.

"go."

The monk guarding the tower pointed a point forward.

"Whoosh whoosh-!"

Thousands of swords, like an army given a command, tore through the rain curtain, shooting towards Tsuchimikado Natsume and his entourage from all directions with a mournful howl.

Tsuchimikado Natsume's expression changed drastically. He frantically channeled his spiritual power, and the "Barrier: Hachiko" in front of him shone brightly in an attempt to block it.

However, the sword of wind and rain, though seemingly formless and intangible, contained the tower-guarding monk's boundless energy and thoughts, making it incomparably sharp and carrying a sense of penetrating reality and illusion.

"Puff-puff-!"

A series of impacts rang out. The barrier formed by the void runes fluctuated violently under the impact of the Wind and Rain Sword, its spiritual light rapidly dimming. It only lasted for a few breaths before shattering like fragile glass!
Tsuchimikado Natsume grunted, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. In haste, he threw out dozens of physical talismans again—fire serpent talismans, lightning arrow talismans, vajra talismans… Various colors of spiritual light burst forth, attempting to counteract the Wind and Rain Sword's attack.

But before the convergence of countless swords, these talismans were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; their Yin-Yang techniques were easily torn apart and annihilated. His remaining followers screamed as they were pierced through by the first wave of sword rain and fell to the ground dead.

The wind and rain sword's momentum had not yet subsided. After circling in the air, it seemed to be drawn together by an invisible force, merging and converging with each other.

In the blink of an eye, a gigantic "sword dragon" tens of meters long, composed of countless swords of wind and rain, appeared out of nowhere!
The Stegosaurus was composed entirely of water-colored sword light and transparent wind blades, with distinct scales and armor. Two swirling, fierce storms emanated from its eye sockets. It let out a silent roar, carrying a chilling killing intent, and pounced down towards Tsuchimikado Natsume.

Natsume Tsuchimikado sensed the threat of death, and a flash of madness and determination appeared in his eyes.

Seeing that all his methods were pale and powerless under the terrifying offensive of the opponent using the power of nature, he roared, bit his tongue, and spat a mouthful of his life essence blood containing pure spiritual power onto his hands.

"With the blood of my beloved Lord Seimei as a sacrifice, I communicate with the land of the underworld, and invoking the power of my ancestors! Descend, twelve divine generals under Lord Seimei's command!"

He formed an ancient and complex blood seal with his hands and pressed them hard against the ground.

Boom!

A sinister, powerful, and ancient demonic force suddenly surged out from the void rift! Blood-red light shot into the sky, temporarily repelling the sword dragon's attack.

As the light dissipated, twelve figures of different shapes and exuding powerful auras slowly emerged, protecting Tsuchimikado Natsume in the center.

[The Twelve Divine Generals and their Shikigami have descended!]

Tengshe: A creature with a human head and a snake's body, possessing a bewitching female face, long purple hair that dances like a snake, and a massive serpentine body covered in dark purple scales. Its eyes are crimson, and it is surrounded by ominous purple poisonous flames and mist. It is cunning and controls fear and nightmares.

Vermilion Bird: A magnificent crimson divine bird with wingspans that blot out the sky, its body ablaze with the blazing Southern Bright Fire, its long, dazzling tail feathers, and its clear cry that can purify evil spirits. It governs fire and guards the south.

Liuhe: A handsome man with a gentle and refined demeanor, clad in turquoise armor, wielding a luminous jade, with clear, insightful eyes that can see into people's hearts. He governs peace and protection, and is in charge of contracts and covenants.

Gouchen: With the head of a Qilin, its body is covered in golden scales, its physique is like a lion yet agile, it rides on auspicious clouds, and its roar is like thunder. It is upright and righteous, in charge of weapons and warfare, and guards the central government.

Azure Dragon: A colossal azure dragon of the East, with deer antlers, a crocodile's snout, a snake's body, a fish's tail, eagle claws, and tiger's paws. Majestic and sacred, it controls wind, clouds, thunder, and lightning. It commands rain and thunder, and guards the East.

Tianyi: A mysterious being shrouded in soft white light, whose appearance is indistinct. Holding a precious mirror, it possesses extremely strong protective power, capable of averting disasters and predicting good and bad fortune.

Empress of Heaven: A noble and dignified female deity, dressed in palace attire, wearing a jeweled crown, and holding a lotus flower. She can control water flow and is in charge of navigation, marriage, and offspring.

Taiyin: A cool and aloof girl with long silver hair reaching the ground, pale skin that is almost transparent, eyes like the moon, holding a round fan, able to control the moon's shadow and cold air, in charge of concealment and stealth.

Xuanwu: A combination of tortoise and snake. A giant black tortoise carries a spirit snake on its back, possessing astonishing defensive power. It controls the Xuanming water and the power of the earth, and is in charge of longevity, protection, and guarding the north.

Tai Chang: An elegant woman dressed in elaborate Tang Dynasty clothing, with a smile on her face and holding a precious pearl. She can bring good fortune and heal wounds, and is in charge of etiquette and art.

White Tiger: A giant white tiger from the west, with fangs and claws, exuding a fierce aura. Its roar can shatter metal and stone. It is the master of conquest and slaughter, and guards the west.

Sky: The image of a Vajra warrior with wings on his back, with a majestic face, holding a vajra, able to fly freely, control the atmosphere and sound waves, and control the void and flight.

These twelve divine generals and shikigami are said to have been sealed beneath the Rakubashi Bridge in Kyoto because the wife of Lord Seimei feared their appearance. Only the direct descendants of Tsuchimikado can summon a portion of their power to descend into the world in times of crisis by offering their blood essence as a sacrifice.

The combined might of the twelve divine generals, along with the intertwining of demonic and spiritual power, temporarily withstood the killing intent of the Wind and Rain Sword Dragon, making the atmosphere throughout the Chong Sheng Temple area extremely heavy and oppressive.

The monk guarding the tower looked at the legendary twelve divine generals, his face remaining calm and composed, only his eyes grew colder.

He slowly put down the wine gourd, and the primordial energy that had been merging with the wind and rain around him rose once again.

"How dare you demons and monsters trespass upon my sacred Buddhist land?"

The wind and rain intensified, the sword dragon roared, and a great battle was about to erupt.

"Roar--!"

The Wind and Rain Sword Dragon let out a silent roar, its body composed of thousands of sword blades churning in the rain, colliding violently with the immense pressure emanating from the twelve divine generals.

Driven by the force of the energy, the twelve divine generals launched the first attack.

The white tiger roared, its murderous aura soaring to the sky, transforming into a white lightning bolt that lunged straight at the sword dragon; the azure dragon rode the wind and thunder, its azure dragon shadow entwined with lightning as it tore and bit.

The Vermilion Bird flaps its wings, and the Southern Bright Fire transforms into a rain of fire, attempting to vaporize the Sword Dragon's watery body; the Teng Snake hides in the poisonous mist, waiting for its chance to strike; the Black Tortoise firmly guards the central army, and the Xuanming Water Vapor and the power of the earth form a barrier.

Soaring through the sky, the Vajra pestle stirs up wind pressure; Gouchen's hooves tread on auspicious clouds, golden light bursts forth; Taiyin scatters moonlight and cold air, freezing rain swords.

The Empress stirred up waves; the six directions of radiance flowed, attempting to dismantle the sword intent; the Heavenly One Mirror shone, diverting the killing intent; the Tai Chang Fortune Light attempted to dispel the fighting spirit.

The twelve divine generals each displayed their supernatural powers, their demonic energy and spiritual light intertwining to form a net that could not be cast.

However, the monk guarding the pagoda simply stood on the eaves, his gaze vacant, as if he had become one with the raging wind and rain. He pointed his fingers like a sword and made a light, sweeping motion.

"Disperse."

The sword dragon suddenly disintegrated, transforming back into countless swords of wind and rain, shooting towards the twelve divine generals like a storm, no longer bound by its form, its attacks becoming even more agile and unpredictable.

“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-!”

Rain swords crashed into the Black Tortoise's barrier, producing a dense, crisp sound; wind blades sliced ​​through the Azure Dragon's scales, scattering sparks of spiritual energy; the Vermilion Bird's divine fire could evaporate some of the rain swords, but even more water swords followed one after another, water and fire intertwining to erupt into a sky full of white mist.

The white tiger pounced but missed, its sharp claws tearing through the rain curtain, yet it couldn't grasp the invisible wind blades. Instead, several wind blades cut into its malevolent energy, causing it to roar in pain.

The poisonous mist of the Teng Snake was directly dispelled by the chilling sword intent, and a trace of fear appeared on her enchanting face.

The sky attempted to suppress it from above, but was forced to dodge repeatedly by countless rain swords rushing upwards, while the vajra was wielded so densely that it was impenetrable.

Tianyi's precious mirror kept spinning, deflecting the deadly attack, but fine cracks had begun to appear on its surface. Taichang's auspicious light had little effect due to the absolute difference in power.

The methods of the monks guarding the pagoda were almost like those of "Tao".

He was not fighting against the shikigami, but rather using his innate qi to control the natural forces of wind and rain in this world.

The reason why his cultivation level is so high is also related to the length of time he has lived in the world.

Taoism has its own set of restrictive techniques like the Heavenly Master Ordination, so there's no reason why Buddhism wouldn't have them. And Chong Sheng Temple is known as the "Buddhist Capital," so having such a person in charge is "normal"... what a load of rubbish!

This sword strike, imbued with hundreds of years of cultivation accumulated within the Buddhist restrictions, can you withstand it?
(End of this chapter)