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Chapter 148 Demon King Bai Ze, Divine Monk Kong Wen!
Great Jin Dynasty, Shaolin!
The Zen temple was tranquil, with the distant sound of bells and chanting filling the air, and countless monks coming and going.

From ordinary handyman monks to accomplished martial monks, and even senior monks and elders of various monasteries, hall managers, and reclusive senior masters, Shaolin's power is immense, second to none in the world.

Of the fourteen powerful families in the land, nine were from the Great Jin Dynasty and five from the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

In the Great Jin Dynasty, powerful clans held sway while martial arts sects were relatively weak, whereas in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, sects were powerful while powerful clans were relatively weak.

"Fifteen days ago, His Majesty the Holy King issued an order that all aristocratic families, powerful martial arts sects, and major clans should submit to him. The eight great families were defeated and obeyed his command. Must we, from a secluded place, also follow the same path?"

There was much discussion within Shaolin Temple. The senior monks and the monks in charge were still debating whether to obey the Holy King's order.

Throughout history, very few martial arts sects have ever submitted to imperial dynasties; almost no emperor could do so. But the opponent was the Human Emperor Sword Master, who possessed both legal and moral authority, and also had unparalleled strength.

Shaolin Temple did not dare to refuse outright, but instead used delaying tactics.

Now, half a month has passed, and the capital has heard news that the Holy King has made a move. They no longer have time to hesitate and must make a decision as soon as possible.

“Amitabha! The world is in turmoil, and the abbot has disappeared. What should we do?” sighed a senior monk at the peak of the Outer Realm.

The abbot of Shaolin Temple has gone missing, especially at this critical juncture; what are they to do?

No one dared to make a decision, because if something went wrong and it brought bad influence to the Shaolin Temple, which would be a sin.

Xuanbei also sat upright in the hall, silently chanting scriptures.

He had interacted with Yang An, so the monks were very willing to listen to his opinions.

However, Yang An's order required them to examine themselves and hand over those so-called evil people from Shaolin Temple who had supposedly laid down their butcher's knives and entered the Buddhist order. This was what put Shaolin in a difficult position.

“Xuanbei, His Majesty the Holy King has had dealings with him, but I do not know what kind of person he is.”

Xuanxin clasped his hands together, a hint of inquiry in his eyes, wondering if there was any room for maneuver.

“Your Majesty is decisive and resolute, with an iron will that cannot be changed.” Xuanbei shook his head, his expression calm. “Even Buddha has anger. There are evildoers in the temple, and they have never changed from beginning to end. What reason do I have to advise Your Majesty? I have no such intention.”

"Just hand over those monks."

His remarks angered some monks, but they were powerless to do anything about it.

After the old man died, Xuanbei fulfilled his wish, attained enlightenment, and his cultivation progressed rapidly. He rebuilt his Xuanguan and became a half-step Dharma Master. Since the current monk Kongwen was not around, they still had someone to rely on.

And so, the discussion ended in discord once again.

Xuanbei returned to his residence.

"Master." After many twists and turns, Meng Qi returned, entered Shaolin Temple, shaved his head again, and was forced to change back into his monk's robes.

But he had no choice but to come. After the Twelve Divine Worlds, he heard that the monk Kongwen had disappeared. He immediately thought of the back mountain of Shaolin Temple. With the Reincarnation Talisman in hand, he returned to the Dorcha World and discovered many problems. His expression became somewhat solemn.

"Would the elders be willing to open the back mountain so that we can explore it?"

“The back mountain is a forbidden area, and the elders are unwilling to accept it.” Xuan Bei shook his head, revealing a helpless expression. “They said I should persuade His Majesty the Holy King to retract his order, and perhaps he could consider it.”

"Aren't they just courting death?!"

Meng Qi was somewhat dissatisfied and greatly disappointed. The back mountain might be where Abbot Kongwen was trapped, which might be the only way to resolve the current crisis in Shaolin.

But they actually obstructed their own master and disciple's actions, a truly suicidal act.

"If what you say is true, then the Abbot Kongwen in recent years is actually the demonic master Han Guang in disguise. Some things in the temple are also plausible. The monks have been driven by desires and have committed far more evil deeds than before."

"If His Majesty the Holy King were to arrive here, it would likely result in a bloodbath."

Xuanbei clasped his hands together and silently recited Amitabha Buddha.

Meng Qi also gave a wry smile. They were the first in the real world to come into contact with Yang An, so how could they not know his methods? Almost all the bandits and evil sects in the Western Regions were slaughtered.

"I don't remember that there was a figure like Senior Yang An in Shrouding the Heavens. The ancient families and the holy lands of the extreme paths were all peaceful and harmonious. Emperor Ye did not ultimately carry out a major purge of those who offended him." Meng Qi was puzzled. This approach was a bit extreme.

"Boom!"

Just as the master and disciple were discussing, the stupa behind Shaolin Temple suddenly shook, alarming countless monks.

"what happened?!"

Xuanbei and Mengqi were surprised. Had His Majesty the Holy King already arrived to punish the Shaolin Temple?

"No, it's demonic energy!" Xuan Bei's expression suddenly changed. "You stay here and don't move. Be careful. I'll be right back!"

He suddenly transformed into a beam of Buddhist light and rushed out, leaving Meng Qi bewildered and speechless.

"Would you like to buy two oranges?" He tried to make the best of a bad situation by telling a lame joke, but his expression was worried as he looked towards the back of Shaolin Temple.

Meng Qi may not pay much attention to world affairs, but he cares deeply about the people around him.

"Xuanxin, what are you doing!" The Shaolin monk was furious when he saw the figure in front of the stupa.

It was none other than Xuanxin, who had been discussing things in the main hall. He seemed to be completely loyal to Shaolin, which was why the elders gave him the opportunity to meditate outside the Relic Pagoda. But who would have thought that Xuanxin would change, becoming covered in white fur, and using a secret treasure to directly detonate the Relic Pagoda.

A crystal-clear protective barrier erupted with intense light, but huge cracks appeared, emanating a chilling demonic aura and wisps of demonic thoughts.

"Hahaha, Yuan Kong, you can't suppress me!" A series of fierce and menacing beams of light shot out, and a strange beast roared to the sky. It was pure white, shaped like a sheep, with wings on its back, and spoke human language. It was the ancient beast Bai Ze, but it had no auspicious aura whatsoever.

"Ancestor!" Xuanxin exclaimed excitedly. After infiltrating Shaolin Temple for over a decade, he had finally succeeded. He also had to thank that mysterious person, who, he didn't know which of the Nine Paths of Evil, had left a hidden hand in Shaolin Temple.

"Oh no! The demon king Zhu Wu, Bai Ze, has been born!" The Shaolin monks were in a panic.

This demon's strength is unfathomable. It was once the strongest demon, almost breaking through the threshold of becoming a demon god. However, it was unlucky and encountered Yuan Kong, the sixth patriarch of Shaolin, who had attained the "Kasyapa Dharma Body". It was suppressed and remains so to this day.

With the monk Kongwen absent and no Dharma Body within the temple, only a half-step Dharma Body and divine weapons, the pressure of facing such an unparalleled demon king is immense.

"Shaolin Temple doesn't have a Dharma Body?!"

The White Ze Demon King originally intended to escape, but upon sensing the weakness of the Shaolin Temple, he stopped abruptly, a cruel smile appearing on his lips. "Since that's the case, then I'll take revenge for being suppressed!"

"Roar!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Kill all these stinking monks and eat them all!"

Behind the White Ze Demon King, streaks of light appeared, some with nine heads and snake bodies, some with no facial features and four wings and six legs, and some with tiger-like appearances and hedgehog-like skin. All of them were descendants of the ancient demon god Great Sage, each of whom had condensed primordial blood and possessed great strength, and could be called demon lords.

The demon race calls those who have reached the half-step Dharma Body Demon Lord, those who have reached the Human Immortal Dharma Body Demon King, and those who have reached the Earth Immortal or Heavenly Immortal Demon God!

Now that they have been freed, some cry like infants, others roar like thunder, filled with resentment and determined to avenge their suppression.

"Amitabha!" Above Xuanbei and Konghui, the divine weapon Ananda's Breaking the Precepts Blade revived, causing the great formation to tremble, revealing a sorrowful expression.

I fear that before the Holy King can even rebuke us, Shaolin will be in peril today.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a dazzling white-gold spear streaked across the sky, as if it were a judgment from the gods, coming from the depths of the heavens, sacred and majestic, irresistible, heading straight for Bai Ze.

"Not good!" Bai Ze Demon King roared, a chill running down his spine as he sensed the terrifying baleful aura and the majesty of the gods, and he quickly dodged.

But it was all in vain. This platinum-gold spear, like a judgment of fate, had the power to lock in cause and effect, and followed the demon king Bai Ze, trapping it in a small space!

"puff!"

In an instant, the Demon King Bai Ze was nailed to the void, letting out a miserable wail, and his viscous, mercury-like blood sprayed out, silencing the other demon lords.

The people from Shaolin Temple were also startled.

"It was the Holy King who made a move!"

This platinum holy spear had already become widely known throughout the world after the battle in the Southern Wilderness; who didn't know it?

But isn't His Majesty the Holy King stationed in the capital?

On the throne of the Holy King, Yang An released his grip and, from thousands of miles away, casually tossed the Spear of the Underworld God, which directly nailed the White Ze Demon King to death in mid-air, killing him on the spot.

Where did this demon race come from, daring to act so recklessly on his territory?

The White Ze Demon King died unjustly. He had just broken free from suppression and his strength was reduced to less than one-tenth. Originally, his realm was close to that of an Earth Immortal, almost a Demon God, but he was nailed to death in the void by Yang An's spear.

"Shh!"

Yang An moved, and a dark golden portal appeared above Shaolin Temple, as if the netherworld were wide open and all demons were howling. He stepped out.

Legendary features, omnipresent and meticulous, are remarkably well integrated with the gates of hell.

The effects across the myriad realms are unknown.

"you!"

Before his death, Bai Ze finally saw the person who killed him, and died a pathetic death.

"Run!" the demon lords roared, instantly transforming into streaks of light and disappearing.

"Where can you escape to?" Yang An said calmly, his left hand outstretched. The surrounding space was chaotic and collapsed in all directions. The more they tried to escape outwards, the more they were pulled inwards. In the end, all the demon lords were held in his hand and turned into a bloody mess with a splat.

The Hell Furnace appeared, absorbing the flesh and blood of all the demons present and turning them into nourishment.

This scene was terrifying. The Shaolin monks had never seen such power before. They all put their hands together and silently recited Buddhist scriptures.

"Amitabha, thank you for your help, Your Majesty." Kong Hui and Xuan Bei stepped forward to express their gratitude.

But when Yang An grabbed with his large hand, hundreds of people from Shaolin Temple flew out and, with a "poof," turned into a large cloud of blood mist in the air, staining this sacred Buddhist land red. This terrified many monks, who dared not utter a sound.

Having killed the demon race, how could this wicked monk not be killed?

“A haven for filth and corruption.” Yang An shook his head, his voice indifferent. “From now on, Shaolin Temple will be just like any other sect. There is no place outside the world. We must pay our taxes and do our jobs.”

"You handle this." With a swift grab, he pulled the monk Kongwen, who was trapped in the fragments of the cosmic light, out of the box and vanished. He also took with him the resources and treasures left behind by Shaolin Temple over the years, treating them as taxes.

There are still Xuantian Sect, Zhenwu Sect, Dajiang Gang, Huanhua Sword Sect and other places to visit, so I don't have time to waste here.

The old monk looked bewildered as he gazed at the chaotic scene inside the Shaolin Temple.

"Amitabha." He smiled bitterly.

(End of this chapter)