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Chapter 209 Dragon Flower Dharma Assembly
When the snake monk rushed over, he found that Song Yang, whom he had entrusted with an important task, was leaning against a secluded corner, his breath weak and clearly about to die.

But at least, he's the only living person right now.

The snake monk looked around, first casting a hand seal to prevent anyone from attacking him, before stepping forward and grabbing the other person's body.

"What exactly happened here? Tell me!"

But when the topic was brought up, the snake monk was taken aback.

A jet-black feathered arrow was stuck in Song Yang's chest, and judging from its position, it had clearly penetrated deep into his lungs—such an injury would be impossible to save, not even in the city—he was barely clinging to life.

Upon hearing the call of the snake monk, Songyang opened his eyes. He coughed up some blood and foam from his mouth before opening his already unfocused eyes and looking ahead.

"Is that Du En? Cough cough cough, you've finally arrived."

Seeing this, the Venomous Snake Monk could only suppress his anxiety, wave his hand to signal the Disfigured Man to stand guard, then squatted down and grasped the other man's hand.

"It's me. What happened here?"

Song Yang barely managed to lift his head and said with difficulty.

"It's good that you've arrived. We had already cornered Zhengde, but unexpectedly, the Zhenxie Division and a swordsman... Zhengde recovered."

However, before he could finish speaking, Song Yang suddenly broke into another fit of violent gasping, and it seemed he was about to die on the spot.

The venomous monk, disregarding everything else, grabbed the other man's shoulders and roared, "Don't die yet! At least finish your confession before you die!"

But suddenly, Song Yang suddenly burst out with strength and actually pinned down the poisonous snake monk with his other hand, shouting.

"Watch out! To your right!"

right?

The venomous snake monk, who had been on guard, suddenly turned around—

However, all he could see was emptiness.

Why is there nothing there?

The idea had barely gone through his mind when he heard the sound of a bowstring snapping from the opposite direction.

The next moment, the magical realm he had created suddenly shattered, and at the same time, a tearing pain came from his shoulder!
Looking again, he saw a silver feathered arrow piercing his body, straight to the bone!
Recalling what Song Yang had said earlier, the snake monk immediately recognized what it was.

"Broken Moon Bow, you bastards, Daoist Riders, are you still not all dead?!"

A voice came from afar.

"Our people are all over the world. Even if your Tantric sect is wiped out, we will never be wiped out!"

Despite being caught off guard, the Venomous Serpent Monk did not show much panic on his face—opening the Yin Gate would have required a huge amount of magical power even when Zhengde was at his peak, and now even if he broke the seal, he would inevitably lose his ability to fight.

Therefore, he now only has two main adversaries to deal with.

One is this rider, and the other is the swordsman the Dharma King spoke of.

...Wait a minute.

The snake monk suddenly realized something.

The rider has emerged, but where is the swordsman?
However, at that moment, the already dead 'Matsuo' suddenly opened her eyes.

The venomous monk was not one to be trifled with. He immediately raised his hand to throw the corpse away—but who would have thought that in just a few seconds, a long sword would pierce out from a tricky angle and rip him open in the blink of an eye!
Now that things had come to this, the snake monk finally understood.

This is a game.

A scheme specifically designed to counter one's own tactics!

And in the beginning, it was his own apprentice who dug it out!

—You bastard, you're inherently good, but even if you were dead, I would have skinned you alive and torn your tendons apart!

But even if he realized what was happening, it was too late. Faced with this sudden attack, the venomous monk had no choice but to bite his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood. The blood vapor condensed into mist in mid-air, blocking Song Yang—that is, Zhou You—from his reach.

However, in those few breaths, the evil energy that had been released had already seeped into his abdominal cavity.

The snake monk's face paled even more instantly, but taking advantage of this opening, he had already created a distance of several feet between himself and Zhou You, then raised his neck high and shouted.

"Here comes the ghost!"

just.

No one responded.

The snake monk looked up and saw that his disfigured man was being entangled by a short figure. Although he was not defeated, he was unable to escape for the time being.

Only then did the snake monk realize that there was still a third party involved.

—That brat from the security escort agency!
After a series of unexpected events, he was on the verge of grinding his teeth to dust.

Unlike the Sama and Ningge factions, their sect was not good at direct confrontation, let alone now that the puppets had been forcibly separated—so he could only bite his tongue again.

But this time, instead of biting it open, it was chewed up directly!

A Sanskrit chant rang out from his throat.

"Om!"

In an instant, an invisible force swept around, freezing the figures of both the Taoist rider who was about to draw his bow and shoot again and the little devil entangled with the puppet.

The venomous monk revealed a sinister smile.

If he gives himself just three or four breaths, he can reunite with the puppet and then unleash his supernatural powers.

It remains to be seen who will emerge victorious!

But in the next moment.

Who would have thought.

Another identical voice rang out.

"Om." The sound was extremely faint, as if it were about to be carried away by the wind.

The snake monk was taken aback.

He knew that Zhou You also possessed the truth, but the problem was that it only took effect whoever used it first, unless...
The other party is on a much higher level than him!
Right before his eyes, the sea of ​​blood reversed. He looked up and saw a Bodhisattva sitting high in the sky, without skin or bones, only flesh and fat exposed.

Below, a sea of ​​blood stretched out, where countless wronged souls and vengeful ghosts struggled and screamed.

In the blink of an eye, the snake monk understood everything.

—Will I end up here after I die?

—No, no, I don't want to, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, save me!!!
However, he reached out blankly, but couldn't reach anything at all.

A flash of sword light streaked across the sky, instantly silencing all other sounds.
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Seeing the corpse slowly fall, Zhou You finally exhaled a breath of stale air and then pulled out the disguised feathered arrow from his chest.

Although it was only a brief exchange, the mental effort required was even greater than when they had plotted to kill that group of demons and monsters.

Fortunately, this last obstacle has been cleared.

This is the end.

All obstacles surrounding Bodhi Temple have been cleared. After a few days, we will find an opportunity to sneak into the three Dharma assemblies.

After all, this task only requires him to attend the Dharma assembly, but doesn't specify how he should attend. He can just leave as soon as he touches the door—what does the rest have to do with us?

Finally, after sending the escort agency away and protecting Zhengde, the story was considered over.

Thinking of this, Zhou You finally relaxed a little. He raised his head and saw the disfigured man standing there blankly.

Since the death of the Viper Monk, this thing seemed to have lost all control, oblivious to its surroundings. However, leaving it here was still a risk. Zhou You picked up Duan Xie, intending to cut off its head—but unexpectedly, Lu Ping suddenly grinned and reached out.

"Master, you look so tired. Let me handle this little task. However, my knife might not be enough to break through the defenses, so I'll need to borrow your weapon."

Zhou You smiled and shook his head.

Ever since taking on the task of wielding the sword, Lu Ping has been like a mouse that has tasted lamp oil, always looking for an opportunity to touch the sword. This may seem like concern for his health, but in reality, it's just a desire to indulge in the thrill.

But... let him be this once.

After all... she and he didn't have much time left to spend together.

Zhou You threw the sword to Lu Ping, who ran out happily. Then, another person came over.

It is Zhengde.

The previous opening of the Yin Gate had really taken a lot of his energy, and he looked much thinner now, but his spirits were still pretty good. When he saw Zhou You, he first bowed and paid his respects.

"Thank you so much for saving me, Daoist Master. If it weren't for your help this time, I'm afraid I would have lost my life here."

Zhou You gave a slight nod, then smiled.

"Master, there's no need for such formalities—now that you're free, the pursuit by the Tantric sect is over, but I wonder what your plans are after this?"

Zhengde first looked at the corpses scattered all over the ground, then looked at Cai Yuankui, who remained silent, and suddenly revealed a bitter smile.

"This humble monk intends to return to the temple first. Because of my obsession, too many people have already died. Upon returning, I plan to first find someone to stop the Three Altars Dharma Assembly, then take out the Arhat relics to see if I can exchange them with the Tantric sect for my master's body or remains. As for what comes after that, frankly, I have nothing more to say. This body has become deeply possessed by demons. Once everything is settled, it will be time for me to enter the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda and never emerge again."

Hearing this, Zhou You had nothing to say.

Although he had not known Zhengde for long, he admired the upright monk. Just as he opened his mouth to offer some words of comfort, Lu Ping’s panicked voice suddenly came from not far away.

"Master, this thing is still alive!!!"

That masked man?
Zhou You frowned, immediately missed Zhengde, and turned to leave—while passing Lu Ping, he also took the Duanxie from his hands.

Then, he drew his sword—

But it remained unsheathed.

Right before his eyes, the disfigured man had clearly regained his mobility, but instead of making any move to attack, he clasped his hands together and bowed in worship.

After a few breaths, he finally stood up and said respectfully.

"Thank you all for your help, which saved me from hell."

Zhengde carefully examined the face for a while, then suddenly hesitated before speaking.

"Senior Brother Kongguan?"

The disfigured man calmly nodded in agreement.

"It's me."

Zhengde was taken aback.

"But how could you?"

“When Ci’en Temple was robbed, I was captured by the Tantric sect along with the abbot. The abbot disappeared, while I was taken away by Du’en’s master and turned into this puppet.”

"But."

However, before Zhengde could say anything, the masked man interrupted him quietly.

"Junior brother, my soul has already scattered, and I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for much longer, so let's not say anything else. I'm struggling to maintain my consciousness now, just to tell you one thing."

"Lizhou is about to suffer a great calamity."

"What was being held at Bodhi Temple was probably not a Three-Platform Dharma Assembly at all, but rather..."

"Longhua Dharma Assembly".

What is this?
Zhou You turned around in confusion, only to see two astonished faces.
No.

His face was so terrified it was almost frozen in shock.

(End of this chapter)