The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 133 Red Lotus True Skill, Nine Tribulations Zen Temple

The Holy Lord of the Crimson Lotus is dead.

His heart and kidneys had been burned through by a strange force as hot as magma, leaving large cavities. This renowned master of the heretical path died a gruesome death.

Although the final counterattack left scorch marks on Hong Yuan's fist, the moment the scorching and violent alien force invaded Hong Yuan's body, it was immediately divided, devoured, and dissolved by the Six Void Force, causing almost no trouble for Hong Yuan.

call out!
The Venerable Envoy of Bianzhao was still gathering his energy to cooperate with the Holy Lord of Honglian in the encirclement and attack. Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, the Venerable Envoy of Jimie was captured and the Holy Lord of Honglian was killed? It was so fast that his mind trembled, and the figure that was like a flower in a mirror or the moon in the water seemed to freeze for a moment.

Shocked, he lost all will to fight and tried to turn into a phantom and escape.

Having already escaped once, he felt no guilt about escaping again.

Just as the envoy had darted out a few feet, his shoulder suddenly felt heavy, causing him to fall. He looked down and saw a long, slender, fair, and well-proportioned hand resting on his shoulder.

Hong Yuan leaned closer like an old friend, smiling as he said, "I let you go last time, so this time I should at least get to know you better..."

Bianzhao Zun Shi exerted force with his feet, trying to break free, while at the same time using his hand as a blade, he slashed diagonally at Hong Yuan's chest with a 'swoosh' sound.

Hong Yuan didn't even glance at him, and suddenly slammed his hand down on the other person's shoulder.

Envoy Bianzhao suddenly felt as if a huge mountain was weighing on his shoulders, suddenly collapsing down and pressing down on him, causing his blood and qi to boil and his energy to explode. The hand strike he had unleashed involuntarily collapsed.

Bang!
The street beneath the feet of the Venerable Envoy trembled violently, the stone slabs cracked and shattered, and the sand churned up. His feet seemed to be driven into the ground as if they were stakes, and half of his body was already buried in the soil.

Envoy Bianzhao let out a muffled groan, blood flowing from his mouth, nose, eyes and ears. His body's energy was like a deflated balloon, his legs had no feeling at all, and his upper body was limp. He could only gasp for breath in his throat.

"Your Excellency!"

"The Pope is dead!"

Only then did the remaining Crimson Lotus Cult black-armored warriors roar. Some were so shocked that they were dizzy and their faces turned pale, while others let out a shout and turned to flee.

Many of the black-armored soldiers had bloodshot eyes and crazed expressions, as if they had witnessed the collapse of their faith. They uttered incomprehensible cries and charged forward without any strategy.

Whoosh!
Hong Yuan flashed forward, shooting out like an arrow, charging straight towards a group of black-armored soldiers. In an instant, the two sides were close together, Hong Yuan spread his arms, his robe sleeves fluttering.

Before any attack was launched, shouts of battle erupted, horses neighed, and amidst the clang of blades, streaks of cold light fell.

The horse then neighed loudly and rolled heavily to the ground.

Her long sleeves billowed like clouds, like surging waves, and all the long swords and spears that came slashing down were swept away by her sleeves, immediately bursting out with the sound of metal clashing.

Numerous swords and spears clashed together, instantly exploding into hundreds and thousands of fragments that shot into the sky.

It was as if a rain of arrows had fallen. Amidst the sharp, rapid whooshing sounds, screams rang out one after another as black-armored soldiers were pierced through by the fragments. Even their armor was useless as they were easily passed through by the numerous shards.

Howls and thuds of people falling to the ground rose and fell.

In less than a breath, the dozens of black-armored soldiers at the forefront were almost completely wiped out.

The remaining people, upon witnessing this scene, felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over their heads, chilling them to the bone. Their madness gradually faded, leaving only the most primal fear. They hurriedly fled in panic, scattering in all directions.

A cold wind swept through the long street, carrying with it a strong, pungent smell of blood.

Those watching from afar, whether martial artists, scouts from noble families, or agents from various factions, all stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with fear and a chill running down their spines.

terrible!

Hundreds of fierce Red Lotus Sect soldiers.

The three top masters, the Crimson Lotus Saint Master, the Illuminating Envoy, and the Annihilating Envoy, are all renowned figures who can command the winds and rains of the martial world with a wave of their hand.

With such a lineup facing Wan Jie Dao Ren alone, how long has it been before they were completely defeated?
With the death of the Crimson Lotus Saint Lord, both of the two envoys were captured.

A variety of gazes fell upon them, some filled with shock, some with awe, and some with fear—a complex mix of emotions. Many felt a profound sense of awe at witnessing the birth of a legend.

Hong Yuan ignored him, turned around leisurely, and slowly walked to the side of Bianzhao Zunshi. The other party was weak, but did not faint.

Hong Yuan ignored him and instead looked at the corpse of the Crimson Lotus Saint Master. After staring at it for a while, he suddenly said, "Is this really your Crimson Lotus Sect's... Sect Master?!"

Beneath the venerable envoy's lowered head, the pupils on his face suddenly contracted.

Hong Yuan couldn't see his expression, but a smile had already appeared on his face.

Before the battle began, he asked, "Is this the Crimson Lotus Saint Lord?" The Crimson Lotus Saint Lord did not answer at the time, but his aura fluctuated slightly.

Although that slight ripple was subtle, Hong Yuan still keenly perceived it and had some doubts at the time; now he was simply confirming it.

His gaze fell on the corpse whose heart and kidneys had been burned through.

This person's martial arts skills were the strongest he had ever encountered. Only his mental and magical techniques were ineffective against him; otherwise, Hong Yuan would not have won so easily.

If this person is not the Crimson Lotus Saint Lord, then...

Hong Yuan didn't think for long before the sounds of fighting gradually subsided. The group of Red Lotus Sect leaders who were fighting against Nan Guyun had the upper hand because they outnumbered Nan Guyun.

Nan Guyun was forced into perilous situations several times and could only fight by using his swift movements. When he discovered that the Red Lotus Saint Master was dead, the Red Lotus Sect member who had entered the subtle realm was the first to retreat.

Taking advantage of the situation, Nan Guyun killed three people, and the rest retreated in panic.

Nan Guyun sheathed his sword and rushed to Hong Yuan's side. He was breathing heavily, his blood and qi were surging, and he had also suffered several injuries. He still bowed and said, "Senior."

Looking around, he saw the dead 'Red Lotus Saint Lord', the two envoys who were severely injured and unable to move, and the corpses lying all over the ground, and his face showed shock.

He was completely focused on the fierce battle with the high-ranking members of the Red Lotus Sect, and he couldn't afford to be distracted. At this moment, his heart was filled with turmoil.

'The Red Lotus Sect... has encountered Senior Wan Jie; they've truly met their 'calamity.' Even if they survive this time, they won't be able to recover their strength for at least several decades.'

Hong Yuan nodded: "Go and call the monks from Jingang Temple in. They're incompetent at attacking the city, but they can at least clean up the mess!"

Lianhua County has suffered an undeserved disaster this time, and the Jingang Temple will have to pay for all the follow-up work.

Nan Guyun accepted the order and left.

Hong Yuan turned his gaze toward the county town, wondering if anyone had taken advantage of the situation to sneak in.

Just moments after Hong Yuan left Songyang County, an old monk, about sixty years old and dressed in a gray-blue robe, slowly strolled to the outside of Jingang Temple.

The old monk had a broad frame and a straight back, showing no signs of old age. What was most striking were his two long, snow-white eyebrows, each about an inch long, hanging down from his brow bone. As the cold wind blew, they resembled silkworms spinning silk.

The white-browed old monk arrived at the temple gate, his eyes lowered, and he bowed slightly. He uttered a Buddhist chant, neither too loud nor too soft, yet it caused the heavy gate to hum and slowly open. The old monk walked unhurriedly through the outer courtyard, and because he was also a monk, no one stopped him until he entered the inner courtyard.

The inner courtyard of the Vajra Temple follows an elite route, with relatively few disciples. Furthermore, Huiming and Huizhi took away a large number of martial monks, leaving even fewer monks. The white-browed old monk immediately attracted attention.

A kind-looking young monk stepped forward, bowed, and asked, "May I ask who this great master is?"

The white-browed monk was kind and smiled slightly. Instead of answering, he asked, "Little monk, do you know where Baosheng is?"

The young monk paused for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Baosheng? Is the Great Master referring to Dharma King Baosheng? What brings you here?"

A hint of wariness crept into his words.

The white-browed monk smiled without changing his expression and put his hands together: "That Baosheng grew up eating my family's food. He ran away because he was playful and picked up some stubborn and evil thoughts outside. This old monk has come here specifically to convert him. If you know this, young monk, please lead the way."

His voice was gentle and he spoke slowly, like a mountain breeze that blew into the hearts of every monk present. Not only did the kind-hearted young monk feel the white-browed monk's kindness and approachability, but the other monks who had gathered also couldn't help but want to get closer to him.

Immediately, a monk said, “We do not know where Baosheng is being held, but Master Huichi does. Please come with me, Master.”

"Thank you."

Before long, the white-browed monk arrived outside a quiet meditation room.

Huichi was still not fully recovered from the injury he had suffered at the hands of Hongyuan, and his face was still somewhat pale. He looked at the white-browed monk who had been brought there with some confusion.

The white-browed monk spoke first: "Please lead the way, Master, and take me to see Baosheng."

Hui Chi paused for a moment, then nodded: "Oh? Okay!"

After speaking, he turned and took a few steps, then suddenly stopped, a clear look appearing in his eyes: "Hmm? Something's not right! Where did this wicked monk come from, daring to use illusions to bewitch me?"

He let out a cold shout, turned around abruptly, and reached out with his claws, his five fingers transforming into a dragon-capturing stance, grabbing towards the white-browed monk's throat.

The white-browed monk stood motionless, smiled gently, and clasped his hands together. Faintly, the sounds of Buddhist chanting emanated from him, and a layer of golden light floated out.

As soon as Huichi's five fingers touched the golden light, he immediately felt as if he had sunk into a quagmire and could not move. The golden light rippled and pushed him away.

Huichi was taken aback, his expression changing drastically: "This is... the 'Mahasthamaprapta Divine Power' of the Nine Tribulations Zen Temple?"

He took another closer look at the old monk's long, snow-white eyebrows, then met his deep, unwavering eyes: "You are the 'Yandao' divine monk?!"

"I dare not claim to be a divine monk; I am merely an old monk." Yan Dao spread out one palm and smiled, "Master Huichi, please lead the way."

Hui Chi's expression shifted, his Adam's apple bobbed a few times, but he ultimately did not refute.

After a while.

Inside the quiet stone chamber, when the stone door opened and a beam of light shone in, Dharma King Baosheng remained motionless, not even bothering to lift his head.

Until a pair of feet walked up to him, stared at him intently, and said nothing.

Baosheng stared at the pair of Arhat shoes, rubbed his eyes, and suddenly looked up to meet a pair of long eyebrows. He opened his mouth wide and said in a trembling voice, "Master..."

Yan Dao shook his head and said calmly, "Bao Sheng, have you repented?"

Baosheng immediately knelt down with a thud, slamming his head heavily against the floor tiles, making a dull thud, and hissed, "Master, Junior Brother Qingjing... he's dead, sob sob!"

As she spoke, she was already sobbing uncontrollably.

"I understand, let's go!"

Dharma King Baosheng said, "Master, I have been cursed by that Wan Jie Daoist, making it difficult for me to use my abilities."

Yan Dao smiled, extended a hand with bony knuckles, touched Bao Sheng's head, and then probed his entire body, infusing his energy into Bao Sheng's body.

Yan Dao frowned and slowly withdrew his hand: "This technique is indeed extremely complex and profound. This old monk cannot unravel it in a short time. I can only take you back to the Zen temple and then break it. I think it is not a difficult task."

With a flick of his monk's robe, he grabbed Baosheng's shoulder, his figure swaying as if taking a leisurely stroll, but in a few flashes he had already darted far away, quickly leaving the Vajra Temple.

"Again?"

Upon returning to the Vajra Temple, Hong Yuan immediately learned that Dharma King Baosheng had been rescued.

The one who made the move was the divine monk Yandao from the Nine Tribulations Zen Temple.

Although both are Buddhist temples, Vajra Temple is far inferior to Nine Tribulations Zen Temple. It is the national temple of the Great Yin Kingdom. Not to mention its influence on the imperial court throughout history, its status in the martial arts world is that of a sacred place.

Hong Yuan did not care about the fate of Dharma King Baosheng.

Just like Hongyuan, who did not care whether Huitong's illegitimate son, Hongbo, who was rescued by Kongoji Temple, was still alive.

Bao Sheng was almost completely drained by him, and he even got his hands on the method of cultivating the Gang Body [Zhenyue Iron Foot Gang], not to mention that the Six Void Force was also hidden in his body.

Hong Yuan remembered the Nine Tribulations Zen Temple's act of taking people away without warning.

The two envoys, the Venerable of Nirvana and the Venerable of All-Illumination, were placed in a quiet room.

Hong Yuan didn't want these two to die immediately, so he ordered his men to bandage their wounds. He came to the quiet room, looked at the two, and smiled, "Gentlemen, does our earlier agreement still stand? Is it too late for me to join the Red Lotus Sect now?"

The Venerable Envoy's voice was hoarse: "Of course, once the Sect Master dies, the Red Lotus Sect will regard us two envoys as the supreme rulers, and everything can be decided."

Hong Yuan didn't question whether the deceased was truly the 'Red Lotus Saint Master,' and smiled slightly: "Including the selection of the new leader?"

Envoy Bianzhao was pale and expressionless, only saying indifferently, "Naturally, that's included too."

Hong Yuan clapped his hands: "That makes things simple. I will now join the sect and volunteer to become the new leader. What do you two think?"

The Venerable Envoy of Nirvana also said, "Your talent is extraordinary, and your martial arts are astonishing. I have never seen anything like it in my life. Apart from you, I really can't think of anyone more suitable to be the Master."

“Well said.” Hong Yuan exclaimed, “It’s just that the ‘Red Lotus Saint Lord’ died too late, otherwise I would have led your Red Lotus Sect to attack the capital long ago.”

Then, he changed the subject: "Now that I have become the new leader of the religion, you two should naturally take me as your master and obey my orders."

The Venerable of Nirvana said, "To become the leader of the sect, our recommendation is only the first step. We still need to offer sacrifices to the Great Desire Heaven at the main altar and obtain the Great Desire Heaven's approval."

"Let's skip those formalities; I don't care about formalities." Hong Yuan waved his hand, looking at the two of them: "I'm quite interested in the true skills of our Red Lotus Sect. Would you two be willing to grant my request?"

(End of this chapter)