Arhats Subduing Demons: Starting with The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber

Chapter 13 Like a Ghost or a Phantom
Upon hearing the sound, Yun Changkong felt as if he were hearing weeping. The weeping was faint and soft, yet it possessed an indescribable gentleness, a sobbing and elusive sound.

He looked at Yunhe and saw that he had no reaction, so he knew that the other party's internal strength was not as good as his own, so he could not hear him.

Seeing him looking over, Yunhe said, "Go back and eat!"

He knew his son didn't like his nagging, but there were some things he had to say.

Because he is the father.

Those who have no fathers or children cannot understand this feeling.

Every father hopes his son will succeed and that his son won't suffer the same mistakes he did.

But his sons were all young and arrogant, self-important, and thought they were invincible.

Yunhe was afraid that Changkong was too capable and overconfident, and that he would be harmed by someone.

Although Ke Yun Changkong knew his good intentions, he would still regard it as an unfounded worry.

Because Yun Changkong did not want to be swayed by any ideology at first, he only uttered the words "Buddha reincarnation" when he was ten years old.

This is because he, with the soul of an adult, does not want to be raised like a ten-year-old child. If he were to be raised like this for several years, he would inevitably be indoctrinated with ideas by Yunhe and the old lady. Even if he let it go in one ear and out the other, facing such torment every day would be enough to drive someone mad.

Clearly, Yun Changkong's effective method failed as he approached the descent.

The father's intentions are to do what's best for his son, but the son thinks it's just nagging. This is an irreconcilable conflict between parents and children!
Having experienced both past and present lives, Chang Kong had a deep understanding of this, and he could only listen without saying anything.

Yun Changkong listened for a while and then said, "Father, you all eat, just save some food for me."

He just heard what sounded like metal clanging, so there must have been a fight going on. He needed to investigate.

Yunhe snorted, "You're such a weirdo, you might as well just live on air!" With that, he left. Most of his anger had already dissipated; after all, who hasn't been young once?

Chang Kong strode out of the woods and ran towards the source of the sound. His inner strength was now truly extraordinary.

Although it was just a simple "lightness skill" technique, when encountering a large rock more than ten feet high, he could leap over it in one step, and a stream several feet wide could be crossed with a single step.

As Yun Changkong ran out, the sounds of weapons grew closer. He circled through the mountains for several miles until he came to a large grove of trees. Suddenly, a sharp, piercing voice rang out: "Haha, you'll all submit to the Buddha..."

But then a cold, clear female voice shouted, "She deserves to be beaten!" Before the words had even faded, two crisp "snap" sounds were heard.

Yun Changkong leaped onto a large tree and, using his "Grass-on-the-Flying" light-foot technique, strode from the treetop into the forest. After running for more than ten zhang, he saw a yellow figure standing on a rock under the tree. She had a slender waist, long hair, and a graceful posture. The wind blew her clothes, and her yellow robe swayed, making her a breathtaking sight.

He saw that it was a woman in yellow, but because she was facing away from him, he couldn't see her face. He thought to himself, "This woman must be extremely skilled in martial arts." So he dared not approach any closer. He stood about ten feet away and chose a pine tree with dense foliage to stand on, hiding himself to observe.

The woman in the yellow dress was facing more than ten lamas, with two more lying on the ground. Upon closer inspection, the group of people all had high noses, deep-set eyes, and dark complexions, quite different from Han Chinese.

Beside the stone where the woman in the yellow dress stood two girls dressed in black, probably only twelve or thirteen years old. Their figures did not resemble those of adult women. They held long flutes and were accompanied by two white-haired maids.

The group of Tibetan monks seemed stunned by the woman in yellow, staring blankly at her.

A girl in white said, “Girl, we went down the mountain to buy rice and flour for necessities. These lamas insisted on dragging me and Xiao Cui to some kind of meditation called ‘Joyful Meditation.’ We refused, so they chased after us all the way.”

Yun Changkong thought to himself, "These lamas are really playing tricks on me. This time, I've picked a rose with thorns."

The woman in yellow snorted coldly and said, "You can't even handle them?"

The two girls and the two servants exchanged glances and then lowered their heads.

A burly Tibetan monk, clearly the leader, chuckled and said, "Buddha, you've certainly struck it lucky with the ladies today. Who is this young woman?"

The woman in yellow said coldly, "How dare you do such a despicable thing in Zhongnan Mountain? Who instructed you?"

A Tibetan monk holding two alms bowls said, "What's wrong with Zhongnan Mountain? The Quanzhen Sect has shaved our heads, but the Buddha has taken a liking to the little girl. How dare you resist?"

"Buddha?" Yun Changkong stroked his chin, thinking, "Damn it, why is this title so annoying? If I ever call myself that when I'm looking for trouble, I'm afraid it will instantly ignite a lot of hatred."

During the intense struggle between Kublai Khan and Ariq Böke for the throne, Phagpa, as the leader of Tibetan Buddhism, decisively supported Kublai Khan, which enabled Kublai Khan to gradually gain the upper hand in the war against Ariq Böke.

After Kublai Khan's victory, he returned to Yanjing and appointed Phagpa as the Imperial Preceptor, thus giving him the status of the national Buddhist leader. Phagpa later made great contributions to Kublai Khan's unification of the country, and at the beginning of the dynasty, Kublai Khan established Tibetan Buddhism as the state religion.

……

The woman in yellow sneered, "You really don't know what's good for you. Make your move now!"

Her voice was clear and melodious, but the meaning behind her words was extremely cold and arrogant, sending a chill down everyone's spine.

A Tibetan monk raised his hand, and with a whoosh, a golden alms bowl flew towards the woman in yellow.

The woman in yellow smiled coldly, neither dodging nor avoiding, and with a flick of her left hand, the golden bowl shot back with a whoosh, its speed several times faster.

The Tibetan monk cried out, took three steps back, and fell backward, the golden alms bowl now embedded in his face.

Seeing the woman's incredibly skillful technique, Yun Changkong realized that her "using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds" move was exceptionally powerful. He raised his hand to demonstrate the technique and pondered the circulation of his internal energy.

The Tibetan monks and Yuan soldiers all paled. They knew each other well, and seeing that even their most powerful monk couldn't withstand a mere wave of her hand, the leader glanced around and said, "Since you've stepped forward, young lady, we'll be leaving!" With that, he turned and leaped away.

The woman in yellow coldly replied, "What do you think this place is!"

With a swift movement, he swept across several feet, like a cloud drifting and lightning flashing, and struck the man in the back of the heart with a palm, causing him to spit blood and die on the spot.

The others had long been afraid of the enemy, and seeing how quickly she arrived, they were terrified and turned to run away without prior arrangement.

Unexpectedly, the woman in yellow moved swiftly, and with another wave of her right hand, the man collapsed like a limp rag doll without even uttering a sound.

Yun Changkong could see clearly that the woman had struck the other party's "Lingtai acupoint," a vital point. He should be able to kill him with a single finger strike, but he could not do it so easily and casually.

The others, like stray dogs, ran away in all directions. But the woman moved swiftly, left and right, her movements as fast as the wind and as close as a shadow. With a flick of her hand and a point of her finger, one person fell to the ground, and in an instant, five or six more collapsed to the ground.

Seeing this situation, the others decided that rather than be defeated one by one, they would rather fight to the death, so they gathered together and attacked the woman in yellow from all directions with knives and pestles.

Seeing that these people were attacking with unusual ferocity, and that the seven of them joined forces, they seemed to be casting a net around the woman in yellow.

If it were me, I would have to use my divine skills to forcefully strike both of them, then break free of the circle and strike again.

Yun Changkong stared intently, observing the woman's movements with remarkable skill and uncanny precision. Within an area of ​​several feet, she shifted her position seven times in an instant.
This was indeed a tight net, but it seemed to be the other way around. These people launched a fierce attack, but the woman was like an elusive breeze, flickering and unpredictable. Not only did the monks not manage to touch a single piece of her clothing, but the woman also managed to strike seven people in that instant.

They almost simultaneously let out a miserable groan, collapsed to the ground, their eyes wide open, dying with their eyes still open.

Seeing the seven people fall almost simultaneously, even though Chang Kong already knew the woman's background, he still gasped in shock. He felt a mix of admiration, panic, and relief.

This woman was more like a ghost than a human.

Luckily, I didn't go looking for the ancient tomb back then. If this woman wanted to kill me, wouldn't it have been easy and pleasant?
It's probably not difficult even now.

The woman in yellow killed everyone, then suddenly turned around and was under a tree. She pushed outwards with both hands, and with a whooshing sound, dust flew up and a large tree fell down.

The woman said coldly, "Burn it!" After saying that, her figure disappeared into the forest like a wisp of smoke.

As Yun Changkong watched her beautiful figure disappear, he thought to himself, "Murder, arson, and disposing of the body—she's a master at it all! She's definitely not a homebody!"

If it were him, he would definitely do the same.

He had assumed the woman in yellow was a homebody, but he was somewhat surprised by her practiced manner.

It's like everyone knows that Zhang Cuishan killed the entire Longmen Escort Agency and wants to punish him, simply because he is a disciple of Zhang from Wudang, a prestigious and righteous sect, and has always been called a great hero.

However, many underworld figures would not do such a thing as wiping out an entire family and brutally killing the elderly, women, and children.

Zhang Cuishan's actions were a disgrace to his reputation as a chivalrous man, unworthy of respect, and therefore utterly shameful, earning him the title of a disgrace to the martial arts world.

But when they learned that it was Yin Susu who did it, everyone's reaction was much less intense.

Because she was a notorious witch and sorceress, despised and insulted, it's normal for someone like her to do such a thing.

You cannot be publicly respected while secretly engaging in despicable acts; no one will allow that!

This will make people who have always respected you feel fooled, as if you think they are an idiot.

This is an enormous insult to oneself, which is why everyone will spare no effort to condemn it!

Even if the victims of this incident were originally unrelated to it.

The same action can elicit different opinions depending on the person's identity, and that's the crux of the matter!

For example, if Tibetan monks visit the "Buddha of Bliss," no one will say anything wrong as long as both parties are willing. But if the Shaolin Temple does the same thing, it will be highly condemned.

This is due to the difference in doctrines between the two sides.

Yun Changkong had intended to follow the woman in yellow, but he didn't dare to act. He was thinking, "These people from the Ancient Tomb Sect have almost no emotions or desires. If they discover me, what will they do to me? I may not have the luck that Yang Guo had."

But then he thought, "If I spend every day with Little Dragon Girl, winning her over would be a piece of cake!"

Seeing the servant woman and the little girl set fire to the corpse, and not wanting to smell the stench, Yun Changkong flipped in mid-air and landed lightly on the ground. He then ran swiftly into the depths of the forest behind the mountain, recalling the yellow-clad woman's techniques and lightness skills. When he arrived at an open space, he began to practice.

Chang Kong possessed a solid foundation in internal energy cultivation and was also intelligent; he had memorized all the moves the woman in yellow had just made. For some reason, the more he fought, the more comfortable and exhilarating it became.

Before we knew it, the sun had set behind the western mountains, night had fallen, and a full moon had already risen above the branches.

Yun Changkong remained engrossed in those profound techniques and lightness skills, constantly waving his palms and fingers.

The more he practiced, the more adept he became. His internal energy surged, and he felt incredibly comfortable—an experience he had never had before while learning martial arts from Yunhe.
He practiced it once, then again, over and over, completely unaware of the time passing, when suddenly he smelled a faint fragrance.

Yun Changkong was suddenly startled, feeling a chill creep up his spine. He didn't know where the thought came from, but he swung his palm back and struck out.

(End of this chapter)