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Chapter 540 Star Lord
However, Zhou You happened to know that person as well.

Judging from his appearance, he should be one of the heretical people who came in with me earlier. I vaguely remember that his nickname was Fei Liehu or something, which was quite domineering. His strength was also not weak. After all, he was a well-known expert. Even if I wanted to capture him, it would take a lot of effort.

However, now...
He seemed to be immersed in an incredibly beautiful dream. Even now, in this state, he still wore an incredibly happy smile, remaining silent and simply standing there quietly.

Zhou You raised an eyebrow, then leaned out and gently touched Wan Ren.

In an instant, the body collapsed into dust and scattered among the ruins.

"The flesh has rotted, but the soul is gone. It was absorbed into the body by this great monster. No, it must have been completely consumed in the dream, so only some remnants remain."

Zhou You remained silent for a while, then shook his head and continued walking inside.

Soon, another person came into view.

This person is better; at least he still looks like a human being, although he seems to have become so thin that you can count his ribs.

However, compared to the one just now, it seems there is still some room for redemption.

This time, Zhou You didn't use any talismans—the man was already on his last breath, and administering strong medicine would likely kill him—but instead thought about the methods for dealing with people under illusion in the Feng Shui Dragon Seeking Technique, and took some incense ash from his Diancang Ring, applying it to the man's vital points.

Then, he stirred his blood and slightly forced his way in.

The guy quickly snapped out of it and came to his senses.

Zhou You cleared his throat and then asked as kindly as possible.

"Excuse me, I have something I'd like to ask you. May I ask?"

who ever thought.

The dying man suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhou You.

The expression was initially one of confusion, as if the person had just woken up from a dream, but it quickly turned into despair.

—It's like a despairing feeling of having no will to live, with no desire to continue living.

He tore at his body, letting it bleed profusely, and then screamed at Zhou You.

Why did you wake me up?!

Zhou You frowned, took a step back, and then calmly said to him.

"If I don't wake you up, you'll probably just die there."

It was a very ordinary answer, but the implication was that it was entirely for his own good.

Otherwise.

This guy was screaming and crying hysterically.

"I didn't beg you! Master, Mistress, and Senior Sister—I finally got to see them again. They finally came back to life before my eyes—why, why did you wake me up?!"

The man's emotions had completely collapsed. He cried and shouted, and then, as if he suddenly remembered something, all his voices fell silent.

Suddenly.

He gave a smile that was abstract, distorted, and extremely bizarre.

"No, no, no, no, I can still go back. As long as I die, I can return to the dream and enjoy it all again."

As he spoke, he drew the knife from his waist with his bamboo-like arms, then shakily held it to his neck and slashed it open without hesitation.

As blood gushed out, Zhou You did not stop it.

Firstly, he came looking for help. Judging from his mental state, he was clearly already useless, and bringing him along would only be a burden.

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Zhou You had also heard of this guy's reputation. If he remembered correctly, this guy had slaughtered his entire sect.

Watching the body gradually lose its life, slump to the ground, and then merge with the flesh and blood, Zhou You shook his head and continued walking towards the next person.

And so, who knows how much time passed.

During this time, Zhou You found seven or eight more survivors.

Unfortunately.

All told, they were basically all trapped in their dreams, unable to extricate themselves. Some of them were better off committing suicide, while others fought with Zhou You on the spot.

Of course, someone naturally wouldn't tolerate them either.

One sword, one kill; they were finished off on the spot.

Fortunately.

After going around in circles for a while, they finally came up with a guaranteed minimum.

The process was the same as before, and then, with a surge of blood energy, a horrified face was revealed.

At first, she was also bewildered, but her face quickly turned to terror. Finally, she grabbed Zhou You's collar and asked frantically.

"Where am I? Is this reality, or a dream?!"

Zhou You casually brushed the other person's hand away and then said calmly.

"I'm not sure if this is real, but it's not a dream, right?"

Upon hearing this, the person seemed to suddenly realize something, collapsed to the ground, and burst into both tears and laughter.

They didn't even notice the glimpse of their cleavage beneath that thin garment.

—That's right, this is the 'Swallow Flying Butterfly' who teased him when they first met.

Then, Zhou You simply watched.

Although they are allies now, he still finds these evil people quite distasteful—as far as he knows, using the souls of the deceased to create magical artifacts is just the tip of the iceberg; the bigger ones are those who massacre entire villages and families.
Such a wicked path was only possible because Duan Xie wasn't present; if he had, he probably would have jumped out and started chopping people up.

After a while, Yan Feidie's mind finally calmed down, but she did not thank him. Instead, she saw that Zhou You seemed to be deep in thought, then secretly made a hand seal and prepared to slip away.

Who would have thought.

Just as she made her move, she suddenly trembled.

When I looked up again, I saw only a pair of cold, indifferent eyes.

There was no fierceness or warning in their eyes, only a mocking look at her.

Suddenly, she remembered the other person's name.

The term "Tongtian Sword" not only refers to superb swordsmanship, but also represents the ruthless personality of the person who would not care even if they tore a hole in the sky.

Run away under the eyes of such people
No, what the hell!

Yan Feidie was also a pragmatic person; she immediately knelt down gracefully, begging for mercy with teary eyes.

"I am eternally grateful to Young Master Zhou for saving my life. I can never repay this kindness. If I can get out of here, I will certainly..."

She was already quite beautiful. Although a lot of her flesh and blood had been drained, she didn't become emaciated. Instead, she looked sickly and pitiful.

However, Zhou You just looked at her and suddenly asked a question.

How did you stay awake?

".What?"

Zhou You explained.

"The most dangerous thing about this silence is that once you enter his body, you will inevitably be pulled into the dream he creates. If you don't have any protective techniques, you will be assimilated the moment you enter. Even if you are eventually pulled out, you will still be immersed in it and would rather die than face reality."

"So, how did you maintain your sanity?"

Upon hearing Zhou You's question, Yan Feidie hesitated and refused to speak. Seeing that she could not refuse, she was just about to make up some nonsense to get by.

However, she then saw someone's sword. Its blade was cold and sharp, and although it was quite far away, it felt as if the ends of the earth were within reach; if she uttered even a single lie, the other party would strike without hesitation!

So Yan Feidie didn't even bother with acting anymore and confessed everything at the fastest pace she'd ever spoken.

"The reason I wasn't bewitched is because my sect practices a spell called the Radiant Illusionary Transformation Technique, which has the effect of purifying the mind and dispelling illusions."

Zhou You frowned as he listened and interrupted.

"No one is forcing you, speak slowly."

—My dear turtle ancestor, isn't this even a cunt?
However, looking at the gleaming sword blade, Yan Feidie took a deep breath and then slowly spoke.

“My sect possesses a secret spell called the Radiant Illusionary Transformation Technique. It is a method of illusion and bewitching, and with practice, one develops some resistance, which is why I didn't sink into the dream. Also, I have some knowledge of this place.”

However, Zhou You suddenly interrupted at this moment.

"The Radiant Illusion Technique?"

"Um, Young Master Zhou has heard of it."

I have indeed heard of it. In the previous script, the faction of the brothel's concubine had this technique.

Zhou You suddenly looked at Yan Feidie as if she were some rare animal.

"If I remember correctly, this method requires one to remain a virgin, you wouldn't be..."

At this point, Yan Feidie finally showed a slightly embarrassed expression, and she unconsciously tightened her clothes.

"Well, it's an evil path after all. Everyone here is a dog-eat-dog world. If we didn't act a little... well, you'd probably be... gone long ago."

—Alright, you don't need to say anything more, I understand.

Zhou You stopped Yan Feidie from explaining with a look, and then said.

"and then?"

"What, and then?"

"What do you mean by saying you know something about this place?"

When it came to serious matters, Yan Feidie's expression finally became more serious.

"In fact, I didn't recognize this thing outside, but after a long dream just now, I suddenly had a guess."

"What guess?"

Yan Feidie took a deep breath and then spoke.

"The true form of this strange creature is most likely the Wood Deity, the Star Lord."

My knowledge of Taoism came later, but I had heard of the name before.

Thus, most of the mysteries were solved, and people suddenly understood.

"This is the source of all things, turning misery into comfort. When people encounter good fortune, they will experience much happiness and should embrace it with kindness. This is the renowned Lucky Star, the star deity who governs human happiness; no wonder."

Otherwise.

Just then, the whole world suddenly shook.

He and Yan Feidie looked back and saw a bloody light shooting into the sky in the distance, and even that small area began to collapse.

Just a dozen seconds later, he understood the problem, and then suddenly turned his head and asked Yan Feidie.

How long did you spend in your dream?

Yan Feidie was clearly a little confused.

"What happened in about three to five days?"

Zhou You didn't answer, but instead turned his gaze to the collapsed area and then uttered a vulgar curse.

"Damn it, those bald monks at Hanshan Temple really had a backup plan. They figured we'd failed, or were close to failing, since we hadn't come out for several days, so they planned to wipe out Jijing along with us!"

Beyond 'silence'.

The monks have been chanting scriptures for five consecutive days.

It continues day and night.

During this period, no one ate or drank anything. Even though they practiced methods of consuming food, the constant consumption of energy caused most of them to wither like dead trees. Many even died from exhaustion.

Adding those who voluntarily became sacrifices, even including all the devout men and women, fewer than five or six out of ten people have survived.

Outside, Faxian still wanted to persuade him further.

"Master, Silence itself is the manifestation of the Wood Star Lord. Although it didn't inform those people, it must retain some of the Star Lord's abilities. Can we hold on for a few more days? Or... wait a little longer?"

Beside him, the old monk Hongyi remained in that meditative posture.

Even after such a long time, he didn't seem to have moved at all. His sitting posture, his clasped hands, and even his gray hair were all frozen in that moment, without any change.

Seeing that the old monk Hongyi did not move, no matter how anxious Faxian was, he could only wait by his side.

After a while, just as he was about to ask again, the old monk Hongyi finally spoke.

"Faxian."

Faxian quickly bowed.

"The disciple is here."

"The Buddha's most frequent teaching is about cause and effect. I have already made all the promises I could, and I have paid the price for them. If they cannot achieve their goals, it can only be said that their karmic connection with the Buddha has not yet arrived, and they cannot blame this humble monk for his methods."

Upon hearing this, Faxian couldn't help but continue speaking.

"But Master, if we forcefully take action now, even if we can kill Jijing, most of his belongings will be damaged, and the price we pay for that will be enormous."

but.

The old monk Hongyi remained calm and composed, only calling out to his disciple once more.

"Faxian."

The same words, however, caused Faxian to swallow all his words.

"Please enlighten me, Master."

"The old monk Hongyi said calmly."

“All beings are equal under the Buddha’s rule. I can’t offer any guidance, but you’re overthinking things. Often, all you need to do is set your sights on the goal—what do we want? Only things that can help Arhats achieve enlightenment. Other things are fine if they come, but it’s okay if they don’t.”

However, Faxian still wanted to struggle a bit.

"But Master, the temple has sacrificed so much. This wave has reduced the temple's strength by at least 70%. After that..."

"We'll deal with what happens later. Besides, a great calamity is imminent. The Tantric sects are watching us closely from the front, and there are endless streams of demons and monsters from behind. So it's better to make a decision sooner rather than later."

Having said all that, Faxian could say nothing more, so he turned around and struck an ancient bronze bell.

Upon hearing the bell, the monks in the valley seemed to receive some kind of instruction.

The flesh and blood of dozens of people were instantly drained, while the only remaining elder in the temple, an old man with white hair and beard who was about to be buried, bowed his head and murmured, "Amitabha."

Then, his entire body burst into flames and was reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye. But his relics of merit scattered like flowers from a fairy maiden—before they even hit the ground, they floated up into the air and were then held tightly in the statue of the seventeen Arhats.

The next moment, all the Arhat statues melted away, turning into foul-smelling blood plasma. At the same time, a piercing scream came from the silent, trapped body!

(End of this chapter)