Eternal God Emperor: Only I Am Emperor One

Chapter 135 The Evil Monk of Death Zen
The clouds disperse, revealing the light; the bright moon hangs high in the sky.

"Alas, where does the moon go tonight, drifting aimlessly?"

Two thousand miles east of Shentai City lies the headquarters of the Black Market First-Class Hall, which is participating in the World Child Banquet. It is hidden in a valley and concealed by an array. Without a guide, even a saint cannot find it.

A streak of light landed at the valley entrance, releasing a burst of holy energy that flew into the valley. A moment later, the array's light barrier changed, and several figures emerged from the valley.

"Young Master, are you injured?"

Di Yi's lips still had a trace of blood on them. Although the Holy Book Talent was just making a casual move, it was still a move by a Saint, and its power was extremely strong. Although it did not seriously injure Di Yi, he was not in a good mood either.

A woman's heart is truly unfathomable; one moment she's as docile as a little rabbit, and the next she transforms into a tyrannical dragon—it's truly terrifying.

Di Yi dared not gamble on whether the Holy Book Talented Woman would kill him. Even if she didn't kill him, being captured by her would be a very troublesome matter. He immediately chose to leave, thinking that he would go and have a good talk with the Holy Book Talented Woman after he became a saint.

Wiping the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, Di Yi looked at the people in front of him.

The one who asked the question was a Nascent Soul Half-Saint. Beside him were two other Half-Saints. Di Yi was no stranger to them; one was a man and the other a woman, both Half-Saint Elders of the Di family.

The middle-aged man was named Di Wu, and the woman was named Di Xi. They were the two strongest members of the Di family besides the family head, Di Yue.

After breaking through to the Half-Saint realm, Di Yi was able to mobilize the Half-Saints in the Black Market. Of course, any Half-Saint held a very high position in the Black Market, and even Di Yi needed a suitable reason to mobilize them.

He can actually mobilize no more than ten semi-saint level experts at any time.

"I'm fine, just a minor injury. Is the sect leader in the valley now? I have important matters to report."

"The hall master is indeed in the valley, but he is currently receiving two distinguished guests," said the Nascent Soul Half-Saint.

"Distinguished guest? Where did this distinguished guest come from?" Di Yi frowned slightly. Who could be coming to see the head of the First-Class Hall at this time?

Di Xi whispered, "Young Master, they are two Buddhist masters from the Death Zen Sect."

"The Death Zen Cult?"

Di Yi was somewhat surprised. The Death Zen Sect was an evil cult in the Southern Region, which had always been intolerable to the imperial court and various forces. Compared to them, the Black Market and the Moon Worship Demon Sect were considered good people, and the imperial court could turn a blind eye to them.

Speaking of which, the Death Zen Patriarch of the Death Zen Cult should have already arrived in the Eastern Region, passed through the Forest of Fallen Gods, crossed the River of Corpses, and gone to the Underworld.

It's understandable that the Buddhist masters of the Death Zen sect accompanied him to the Eastern Region.

"Which two Buddhist monks have arrived?"

The Death Zen Cult was founded by the Death Zen Patriarch. Its followers all practice the Death Zen Buddhist Dharma, which combines Buddhist Dharma with the corpse-driving method of the Southern Region. It is a cultivation path with extremely evil characteristics.

Within the Death Zen Sect, only those who reach the Saintly Realm can be called Buddha Masters. The Southern Mind Technique mentioned in the Hero's Ode is thus called the 'Mind Technique Buddha Master'.

Di Xi replied, "The Buddha Master of Non-Precepts and the Buddha Master of No Color."

"It was them."

Upon hearing these two names, Di Yi was slightly surprised.

The Old Master Sichan had four disciples, each of whom was extremely talented and became a saint before the age of one hundred.

People only know that the Death Zen Sect has the Southern Heart Technique, but few people mention the other three disciples of the Death Zen Patriarch.

The phrases "不戒" (not abstaining from), "学葬" (learning to bury), "无色" (no color), and "心术" (the mind's methods) are derived from "不学无术" (not learning and having no skills).

The Buddhist Master of Mind is the youngest of them all; he is the fourth disciple of the Old Master of Death Zen.

The third disciple, Wuse, has been a saint for nearly a hundred years, while the eldest disciple, Master Bujie, became a saint four hundred years ago and is said to have already entered the Saint King realm.

"What are they here for?"

"I don't know, perhaps they came for the World Child Banquet," the Nascent Soul Half-Saint said, shaking his head.

Di Yi remained silent for a moment, his expression turning solemn: "Take me to see the Hall Master."

The doctrines of the Death Zen Cult are intolerable to the world, and the black market merely represents the dark side of the Kunlun Realm, a gathering place for the evil and greed in people's hearts.

But Death Zen is different. Death Zen, Death Zen, the more people die, the greater the power of Death Zen Buddhism becomes. This is a path that even those in heretical or demonic ways cannot accept.

If everyone dies, then good and evil become meaningless.

This is why even the Black Market Hall of the Southern Region rarely has contact with the Death Zen Cult, partly out of fear and partly out of concern for getting themselves into trouble.

The head of Yipintang would certainly not take the initiative to contact the people of the Death Zen Sect, so it can only be that the Death Zen Sect takes the initiative to come to them.

The valley was transformed by the black market operators into a palace.

Led by the Nascent Soul Half-Saint, Emperor Yi arrived at the gate of the palace, where the blood-red gate was wide open.

The martial artists from Yipintang who were guarding outside the door all respectfully greeted Di Yi as he approached, saying, "Greetings, Young Master."

"No gift."

Di Yi said something indifferently and walked straight into the palace.

The people of Yipintang naturally dared not interfere, but besides them, there were two monks in robes guarding the door, one fat and one thin.

"The two Buddhist masters are discussing important matters with Master Fu. No one is allowed to enter." The fat monk stepped forward and blocked Di Yi's way.

He was a full ten feet tall, with a waist as thick as a millstone and arms as thick as buckets. His robe was adorned with jewels and was no ordinary item; it was a replica of the Buddhist treasure, the Wanbao Kasaya.

Di Yi stopped and looked up at him coldly, saying in a cold voice, "Didn't you hear what they just said?" The fat monk remained unmoved with a cold expression and said indifferently, "I heard it. I know you are Di Yi, the young master of the Black Market First-Class Hall, but you can't go in, and that's final."

Di Yi's expression turned completely cold. The Nascent Soul and Half-Saints behind him were also furious. They took out their sacred artifacts, wanting to teach this arrogant and ignorant evil monk of the Dead Zen Sect a lesson.

"This is not the territory of the Death Zen Cult, but the territory of the black market. Whether I, the young master, can enter or not is not for you to decide."

Before the Nascent Soul and Half-Saints could make a move, Di Yi had already stepped forward, ignoring the fat monk blocking his way, and walked into the hall.

Seeing that he was determined to do so, the fat monk frowned, snorted coldly, and actually raised his hand to strike out with a palm.

On the black market's territory, the fat monk's attack on the young master of the Black Market First-Class Hall was indeed incredibly arrogant, consistent with the Death Zen Sect's usual modus operandi.

Even Emperor Yi was surprised. The arrogance of the evil monks of the Death Zen Sect exceeded his expectations, and they actually dared to attack him.

The fat monk was a fifth-order half-saint, but Di Yi neither dodged nor avoided, and casually struck out with a palm, causing the air to explode and turn into dragon roars.

The fat monk was very confident and did not take Di Yi seriously, not believing that a first-order half-saint could pose a threat to him.

But when their palms met, the terrifying force transmitted through their palms caused his expression to change drastically, revealing an incredulous look.

"You've actually cultivated the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm to such a high level."

Forced back two steps by Di Yi's palm strike, he lost all his contempt and changed his technique from palm strike to finger strike.

Di Yi was surprised that a palm strike with 60% of its power only forced him back two steps.

Although this monk's cultivation level is only fifth-order half-saint, his strength is probably even greater than some sixth-order half-saints. He is a prodigy who can fight across ranks in the half-saint realm.

The finger technique he was using at this moment was not an ordinary martial art, but the Garuda Finger, one of the eighteen ultimate techniques of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, which is the first finger technique of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect.

"Garuda Finger? When the Old Ancestor of Death Zen betrayed the Path of Ten Thousand Buddhas, he took all of the Path of Ten Thousand Buddhas' unique skills with him." Emperor Yi did not underestimate his opponent. Encountering such an opponent only fueled his fighting spirit. The ten blood spirit veins in his body connected with the one hundred and forty-four acupoints in his body. The intense blood energy and yang energy intertwined, pushing the Dragon Elephant Palm Intent of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm to its peak.

“Amitabha, it is rare that Benefactor Di Yi has such a refined interest, so this humble monk will also join in the fun.”

A thin monk stepped forward. He was emaciated, and his robe was tattered, making him look like an ascetic, a stark contrast to the fat monk.

He formed his five fingers into claws and unleashed the "Heaven and Earth Dragon Claw Hand," one of the Eighteen Ultimate Techniques of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect.

The Qiankun Dragon Claw Hand and the Moke Dragon Claw Hand are the only two claw techniques among the eighteen ultimate skills of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect. The Hell Ghost King Claw that Emperor Yi cultivated was derived from the Qiankun Dragon Claw Hand.

The thin monk's cultivation level was also at the fifth-order half-saint level, and the power emanating from his thin body was no weaker than that of the fat monk, but even stronger.

The Nascent Soul Half-Saint, wielding a holy sword, said coldly, "Are you planning to gang up on us?"

In the battle of Lingjuan Hill, Di Yi killed six Undying Blood Clan Saints and obtained their Saint Sources. He then gave one of the Saint Sources to a Nascent Soul Half-Saint.

After initially refining the Sacred Source, the Nascent Soul Half-Saint's cultivation had already risen to the sixth-level Half-Saint. He was not afraid of the two monks from the Death Zen Sect. This was the territory of the Black Market. If the young master of the Black Market's First-Class Hall was bullied by the majority in front of his own doorstep, wouldn't it make him a laughing stock?

Not only the Nascent Soul Half-Saints, but also Di Xi, Di Wu, and the other Black Market Half-Saints around them all had unfriendly expressions, waiting for Di Yi's order to make their move.

"Since you two insist on fighting me, then come at me together. Let me see the methods of the high monks of the Death Zen Sect," Di Yi sneered.

The thin monk chanted a Buddhist prayer and praised, "Benefactor Di Yi truly deserves to be called the number one hero in the black market. He has quite the bearing. Then this humble monk and my senior brother will learn from your Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm."

As soon as he finished speaking, the thin monk suddenly stepped forward, his body moving like a dragon. In one stride, he had already pressed down in front of Di Yi, and his right claw used a move called "Heavenly Dragon Probing Claw" to attack Di Yi's face.

Di Yi took a step back and flashed away, his figure elusive. He also used the claw technique, forming a claw with his left hand. Black light gathered from his five fingers, and the Ghost King's seal condensed at his fingertips. With a chilling and domineering aura, he reached for the thin monk's waist.

The fat monk attacked almost simultaneously, using the Garuda Finger technique to strike Di Yi's ribs from the right.

But it was intercepted by the palm print of the Divine Dragon Calamity.

Both the fat and thin monks were astonished. One hand used palm techniques, and the other used claw techniques. Their martial arts skills were not necessarily profound, but their mastery of the techniques they used was already superb. Even if they were not yet in perfect harmony with nature, they were not far from it.

Di Yi gave them no chance to react, simultaneously unleashing "Netherworld Abyss" and "Thousand-Handed Dragon Elephant." The divine seal in his palm revived, giving rise to two dragon-shaped phantoms that entangled with the two monks.

The two illusory figures had completely different auras. One resembled a Buddhist celestial dragon, majestic and imposing, while the other resembled a hellish dragon, with a chilling aura.

One is Buddha, the other is Dark One; they coexist with gods and demons, and instead of clashing, they unleash an even more powerful force.

The dragon's shadow pierced through the two men's protective holy energy, sending them flying backward and crashing into the blood-red gate, shattering the several-meter-tall gate into pieces.

Both monks were extremely powerful. Although they were struck by palm and claw marks, their injuries were not serious, but they looked extremely disheveled.

"Junior brother, let's join forces to deal with him." After saying this, the fat monk leaped up and hovered in mid-air, with the phantom of a golden-winged roc appearing behind him.

The thin monk also resumed his stance, with a large amount of holy energy surging from his body, which transformed into a black flying dragon above his head.

The two were closely connected, even their breathing was at the same frequency, and they unleashed a combined attack formation, which surprised Di Yi.

In a one-on-one fight, these two are capable of fighting a sixth-tier half-saint. Now that they have formed a battle formation, even a seventh-tier half-saint would likely be a match for them.

Just then, a very authoritative voice came from inside the hall.

"Galava, Mara, stop! You are no match for him."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure draped in a crimson kasaya walked out of the hall. He had a two-foot-long beard and four eyes, all of which were double pupils, making him look very strange.

Upon hearing this, the two monks immediately stopped what they were doing and bowed to the newcomer.

"Uncle."

(End of this chapter)