The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 120 Nine Dragons Divine Fire, Hundred Poison Corpse Puppet
Daoist Wan Jie!

Hong Yuan has a very clear understanding of his own position.

To open the gates of the blessed land and enter the [Tai Sui Blessed Land], one must climb to the peak in both martial prowess and power, reaching the pinnacle.

But the peaks stand tall, and the view from the summit has long been taken by people.

Some people only reach the top for a short time, a few generations or a few decades, but many others have been entrenched at the top for hundreds of years.

Can you persuade them to step down with words?
Only kill!

They fought their way up from the foot of the mountain, carving out a path to the heavens.

Hong Yuan came into this world not to be polite and harmonious with these former feudal lords and overlords, but to overthrow this old era.

He wants to be the calamity of all the forces of this old era.

'Eternal Calamity'!
The destruction of the Canal Gang, the Hua and Guo families, and the attack on Zhongyumen were all just rehearsals. Now, the attack on the top sect, Jingang Temple, is the real show of force.

Therefore, even though he knew that the Red Lotus Sect had plans against the Vajra Temple, he did not sit idly by and reap the benefits.

If we can't even overcome the Vajra Temple, how can we talk about the world?

"The Daoist of Ten Thousand Tribulations?"

Hui Chi was slightly taken aback. It wasn't that he thought the name was intimidating; there were many more arrogant and domineering names in the martial arts world.

He racked his brains but couldn't think of anyone who matched the description.

"What a free spirit of the martial world."

The big-eared monk Huizhen gave a cold smile.

In this world, all the most advanced martial arts techniques are cryptic, and without a lineage, one cannot even begin to learn them. So how can there be any independent masters?

"You coward, you're not going to talk now. Once I take you down, I'll pry your mouth open."

Huizhen stepped forward, a cold expression appearing on her round face.

The Vajra Temple has many disciples, spread throughout Songyang County, but 90% of them are outer disciples or lay disciples. Once they enter the inner courtyard, they follow a streamlined approach.

Only the most gifted disciples are granted Dharma names.

For example, there are only seven monks of the Hui generation who are in charge of the current generation at Kongo Temple.

Among the seven, the core group consisted of Abbot Huiming, Huitong of the Vinaya Institute, Huizhao of the Secret Treasury Institute, and Huizhi of the Good Law Institute.

Huichi and Huizhen were far inferior in their cultivation, so they became the stewards in charge of all external affairs.

"Junior brother, please calm down and allow me to ask him one more question."

Huichi's face was ashen, devoid of any expression, as he looked indifferently at Hong Yuan: "Layman, you have attacked my Vajra Temple for no reason today. You must give me an explanation, right?"

Hong Yuan smiled and said, "I have many hobbies in my life, but I especially love martial arts. The Vajra Temple is famous throughout Mingzhou and has a long history. I came here to witness the martial arts of the Vajra Temple. The Buddhist sect is pure and vast, and it opens its doors to all kinds of convenience. Could you please grant me this small wish?"

"I'll satisfy you."

Huizhen could no longer contain herself. With a roar, she unleashed her power, and the bluestone in front of the hall suddenly cracked as she shot out like a flying eagle.

"After I capture you, I will imprison you in the Demon Suppression Tower. Ten years will be spent dispelling your evil thoughts and clearing away your karmic obstacles. After twenty years, I will accept you as my disciple."

Huizhen's voice was icy cold. She moved like a rapidly spinning eagle, her outstretched arms creating a whirlwind. One of her feet, like a pillar of heaven, stomped down on Hong Yuan's head from mid-air.

At the same time he made his move, Huichi also made his move.

Without Huizhen's ferocity, her sleeves billowed with energy, and she shot forward like a small boat. One of her hands changed rapidly, suddenly rising with a sharp energy that condensed between her two fingers.

Two fingers, like sharp swords piercing the air, swiftly struck Hong Yuan's heart.

This seemingly calm old monk, though not as powerful as Huizhen, was equally ruthless.

The reason why Vajra Temple has been able to stand for nearly four hundred years is not because of any compassionate heart, but because it has suppressed all forces within its territory that dare to resist with thunderous means.

Not to mention the entire Mingzhou, even Songyang County, the stronghold of the Vajra Temple, has a large number of powerful clans and gangs. Don't these people covet the Vajra Temple's position?
The plan to quell the resistance of these forces was devised by the two monks, Huizhen and Huichi, who were in charge of external affairs.

As for how to resolve it?
It is naturally the Buddha's teachings!
In the eyes of Huichi and Huizhen, this so-called "Wanjie Daoren" is just another evil demon who dares to defy their Vajra Temple.

The problem must be resolved through Buddhist teachings.

Huizhen's kick landed like a heavy hammer, while Huizhi's finger sword pierced through the air, moving even faster than Huizhen. It seemed as if the kick and the finger sword arrived at the same time.

'Send and receive with ease? No, that can't be right!'

Hong Yuan extended his net, sensing the energy emanating from the two monks.

These two monks gave him a strange feeling. Their strength was only at the second level, but their combat power far surpassed that of any martial artist he had ever seen who was at the level of "free control".

Even though Qing Lingzi has now reached the level of mastery, he is superior in skill, but not in strength.

"Did you once reach a level of profound subtlety, but as you aged, you couldn't maintain the skill of 'drawing energy like pulling silk,' and your skill declined?"

'No, these two monks show no signs of weakness or decline; on the contrary, their energy and blood are incredibly abundant… I understand now.'

Hong Yuan understood instantly.

They were either exceptionally talented like him, or they refined elixirs and took medicine to enhance their own qi, blood, and physique.

I'm guessing it's the latter.

When combined with top-notch power techniques, one can achieve a level of skill that, while not reaching the pinnacle, still rivals even masters of the pinnacle.

'This is the foundation of a major sect; even core members receive elixirs to aid them in reaching the initial stage of cultivation.'

The pressure exerted by Hui Chi and Hui Zhen, who had been fellow disciples for decades, was even greater than that of the two grandmasters Lei Meng and Han Dingtian when they joined forces.

The two have stood together through thick and thin for many years. No matter how powerful the opponent, whether they came from righteous or aristocratic families or were masters of evil, they were all slain by them.

There are no surprises.

This time is no exception.

A cold smile appeared on Huichi's sallow and withered old face. Then he was stunned. He pointed his finger at the heart of the 'Wanjie Daoist', but felt nothing.

Huizhen also stepped on his opponent's head. With the force he unleashed, even a head made of steel would have been crushed by this stomp.

Keijin's face also showed a look of astonishment. Then, the figure in front of her popped open like a bubble, as if it were an unreal phantom.

Huizhen missed her footing and lost control of her body. Her straight leg pierced the bluestone ground like an iron cone.

Before he could hit the ground, Hui Chi shouted and reached out with his free hand, grabbing Hui Zhen's leg. His hand spun like a windmill, dissipating the force, and Hui Zhen flipped in mid-air and landed on his feet!

The two worked together seamlessly, finally regaining their footing and scanning the area with hawk-like eyes.

Before they could even look around, they heard a hissing sound as a slender, fair hand reached out towards them.

Although it was just a hand, in the eyes of the two monks, Huichi and Huizhen, it was as if a net had been laid out, and the two of them were like fish caught in that net, struggling but unable to escape.

Bang!
Huizhen felt a sharp pain in his face, as if countless needles were piercing him. The next moment, they converged into two streams and pierced into his pupils.

As Huizhen let out a scream, her pupils exploded, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Junior brother!" Hui Chi heard his junior brother cry out in pain, and he was filled with anger and anxiety. He clenched his fists and roared, ready to fight to the death.

Immediately, his blood and qi stagnated, a look of astonishment appeared on his face, a blood flower bloomed on his chest, and he seemed to have all his strength drained away, collapsing limply to the ground.

"Uncle-Master Huichi!"

"Uncle-Master Huizhen!"

Exclamations rang out, and many more monks rushed out, some wielding staffs, others carrying knives, their eyes bloodshot as they surrounded them.

The Vajra Temple was so renowned and its position so secure that even when they saw two monks of the Hui generation being defeated, their first reaction was not fear, but rather outrageous anger.

Hong Yuan grabbed with his palm, as if he had retrieved something invisible from the void—the power he had drawn from the monks Hui Chi and Hui Zhen.

He used the Six Void Forces to sense its changes, analyze and decipher its application, but he didn't even glance at the many monks who surrounded him.

Suddenly, his gaze shifted to the east, where a nine-story pagoda stood amidst numerous palaces.

As he watched, bursts of flame shot out, like an angry dragon coiling around the pagoda and rising into the sky in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, loud rumbling and shaking, like thunder, came from all over the inner courtyard of the Vajra Temple.

The monks who had surrounded the pagoda felt a tremor beneath their feet. They stared blankly at the burning pagoda, their faces filled with bewilderment and shock.

Screams of panic and a cacophony of footsteps echoed from both inside and outside the temple.

Jingang Temple is a sacred place in Songyang County, attracting many believers to make offerings at all times. There are also many wandering knights who admire the martial arts of Jingang Temple. At this moment, they all looked in the direction of the fire.

"Fire at Kongo Temple?"

"No, that sound earlier should have been a porcelain thunderclap. Someone is attacking the Vajra Temple."

"How could that be? Who would be so bold?"

Hong Yuan floated up and leaped onto the Great Buddha Hall. Looking around, the flames burning on the pagoda were extremely enchanting, like a roaring dragon.

'Hmm? Could it be the Crimson Lotus Sect that made a move? What a coincidence!'

'The fire spread so quickly. Vajra Temple isn't some 'Azure Phoenix Wonderland.' Even if they could bring in oil, it wouldn't be this fierce. This is… magic?'

Why burn down a tower?

Before the nine-story pagoda, in the vast courtyard, several figures stood silently, none other than Lady Miaoyun, Venerable Envoy Bianzhao, Dharma King Qingjing, Dharma King Baosheng, and others.

Behind Lady Miaoyun, there was a tall, imposing figure, completely wrapped in black cloth, with a bronze mask covering his face, standing motionless like a wooden stake.

The flames raged, and the boiling heat, whipped by the strong wind, caused Miao Yun Niangzi's wide robes to flutter wildly. She sighed, "This 'Nine Dragons Divine Fire' technique is the pinnacle of fire-based magic among the Five Elements. Once activated, it even ignites the air, and it is difficult to extinguish. Its range and power are unmatched by any other magic in the world. It's just a pity that it's too life-threatening."

As they spoke, they looked down at the tower, where three people stood in the three directions. Two of them were already silent, but their bodies remained straight as javelins.

Only the Taoist standing in the 'human' position was panting heavily, his full head of black hair rapidly turning white, and his originally tight skin was now covered with wrinkles.

"The Holy Church trains sorcerers for this day. As long as we can obtain that Buddhist treasure, it will all be worth it."

Envoy Bianzhao glanced at the white-haired sorcerer and said indifferently, "Besides, Huizhao is also in this secret tower. If we can burn him to death, it will be killing two birds with one stone."

Lady Miaoyun laughed and said, "Is the Buddhist treasure really in this secret pagoda? You didn't burn it all down with it, did you?"

With a flick of his wrist, the Venerable Envoy revealed a thumb-sized, yellowish-brown crystal in his palm. It seemed to glow faintly, whether due to the reflection of the firelight or the crystal's own mystical power.

"There's no mistake. Although we can't bring the sacred objects from our sect to sense that Buddhist treasure, this object is made of the same material as the sacred object and has been imbued with its aura for many years, so it has also acquired some of the sacred object's power!"

"According to the feeling of this object, the Buddha treasure is in the pagoda, but its location is difficult to pinpoint. It would be easier to find it by burning it down."

As they talked, the sound of clothes rustling in the wind could be heard all around, as many masters from the Vajra Temple rushed over.

Inside the secret tower, incredibly mournful wails echoed one after another, and many monks inside were instantly engulfed in the sea of ​​fire.

hoohoo!

A roar rang out, and high above, a figure engulfed in flames crashed through the thick tower wall and plummeted from the sky. When it hit the ground, an arm covered in fire snakes slammed down on the earth.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the arm snapped. The fiery figure leaped up, slashing back like a blade to sever the broken arm. With a roar, it fiercely pounced on Miaoyun Niangzi and the others.

"What a fine head monk of the Secret Treasury, Huizhao! He has truly mastered the art; even the 'Nine Dragons Divine Fire' couldn't kill him."

Miao Yun Niangzi chuckled, her eyes filled with allure. With a flick of her long sleeve, a bell appeared in her hand, producing a series of strange sounds as she gently shook it.

"How could a weak woman like me dare to face such a ferocious monster? Monsters should be dealt with by monsters, go!"

As the bell rang, the bronze-masked man also moved, letting out a strange roar that was not human, and charged towards the fiery figure without fear of death.

The ground trembled as the two sides collided instantly. Neither the bronze-masked man nor the fiery figure offered any defense. Their fists collided, and amidst the violent thuds, roars erupted one after another.

In the blink of an eye, there were dozens or even hundreds of exchanges of blows. Then, the fiery figure was hit by a punch and its body flew backward.

A mocking smile appeared on the fat face of Dharma King Baosheng: "After all, he was once one of the Four Kings who were on par with us. After being refined into this 'Hundred Poison Corpse Puppet,' his power has become even stronger. It's a pity that he is too ungrateful, otherwise he wouldn't have become a puppet."

Miao Yun Niangzi chuckled: "I didn't tamper with the [Hundred Poisons Bodhi Gang]. It was purely because King Song was not gifted enough that he failed at the last moment... Now that he is dead, given our past relationship, I believe that if he knew in the afterlife that I could help him in a puppet form, he would gladly agree."

Dharma King Baosheng rolled his eyes. It was true that Song Yinglong would fail 99% of the time in cultivating the [Hundred Poisons Bodhi Gang], but he wouldn't agree to a single word that this woman hadn't tampered with his cultivation.

"Stop joking, the rest of the Hui generation have arrived." The Pure Dharma King said in a deep voice, and before his words had even finished, a sharp whistle had already fallen!
(End of this chapter)