Conceptual melting pot, the fusion of all realms starting from the Qin Dynasty.

“That’s right! That’s right! I won’t let my mother go to those temples anymore. Not only does it bring no benefit, but it also costs us hundreds of taels of silver every year.”

"Wow, you're really rich! You're willing to donate so much money to Buddhism?"

"..."

...

On this day, thunderclouds rolled over the temples surrounding Luoyang, and bursts of dragon roars echoed from time to time.

When someone went to investigate the next day, they found that the more famous temples around Luoyang were littered with corpses, and no one had survived.

Meanwhile, while Chen Hao was busy, Wanwan, Yanfei, Jingni, Weizhuang, and Gai Nie were also busy, traveling between different temples through the cave portals.

Inside Qinglong Temple, bells rang out one after another. Wanwan used the Heavenly Demon Body Technique, spinning lightly on her bare feet, her figure flashing among the monks, the Heavenly Demon Twin Blades in her hands constantly reaping the lives of monks.

"Hahaha~ Hahaha~!" Wanwan's clear and melodious laughter echoed among the monks. "Your Qinglong Temple's martial monks are really weak, you only have one Grandmaster."

"Utterly vulnerable!"

The monk from Qinglong Temple coughed up blood: "Witch! Our Qinglong Temple has never offended your Yin Gui Sect, so why are you killing Shan Lai today?"

Wanwan said mockingly, "What other reason could there be? Don't you think your Qinglong Temple received intelligence from Yangzhou City? 4.3"

"Could it be...?" The monk from Qinglong Temple was shocked.

“It’s that one that’s not quite right.” As Wanwan spoke, the Heavenly Demon Twin Blades in her hands never stopped: “With the merging of the two worlds imminent, Chen Hao doesn’t want to see you foreign religions running rampant in another world.”

"So all we can do is spend some time clearing you out."

As she spoke, Wanwan flashed and appeared directly in front of the monk, the Heavenly Demon Blade in her right hand slicing across his neck.

Phew~!

"Uh~ Uh~~ Uh~!"

A large amount of blood gushed from the monk's neck wound, and the light in his eyes slowly dimmed.

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Chapter 247 One whale fall, all things come to life

While Chen Hao and Wanwan were busy, the others were naturally not idle either.

Inside the Lotus Temple, Yan Fei formed a mudra with her hands, and a vast expanse of golden dragon energy surged forth, almost unstoppable wherever it passed.

Inside Fahua Temple, Wei Zhuang, wielding the demonic sword Shark Tooth, used his horizontal sword technique to overwhelm his opponents and fought a fierce battle with the warrior monks of this world.

Pink sword energy flew wildly within Hanshan Temple, and corpses littered the ground wherever the Jingni Sword passed.

Although Mo Ya and Bai Feng encountered numerous crises and struggled somewhat during the battle, they ultimately completed their mission thanks to their elegant movements and the divine-level puppets at the Grandmaster realm.

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Not long after Chen Hao left the Jingnian Chan Sect, people from Luoyang City began to arrive one after another.

Upon entering the Jingnian Zen Temple, their first impression was that it was eerily quiet. The once bustling temple, filled with the sounds of chanting and incense, was now eerily silent.

Among the first people to walk in, some were trembling with their arms crossed:

27 "The Jingnian Zen Temple is so quiet today, it's like a ghost temple that has been abandoned for a long time."

It would have been better if this person hadn't spoken. As soon as he did, those around him who were already hesitant immediately froze, standing there staring at each other, unsure whether to go forward or retreat.

"idiot!"

Some martial arts practitioners glanced disdainfully at those who wanted to back down, then strode inside.

At this moment, someone reminded him, "The divine being just destroyed the Jingnian Zen sect with the Azure Dragon. If there are any sounds coming from inside, then there must be a ghost."

Upon hearing this, those who were standing at the entrance of the Jingnian Zen Temple but dared not go in exchanged glances, and then swarmed into the temple.

Soon, exclamations of surprise echoed from within the Pure Mindfulness Chan school:

“Dead people... There are so many dead people here... All the monks in the Jingnian Chan sect have been killed.”

"Look! This person seems to be Master Liaokong of the Jingnian Chan School. He also died here."

"His limbs were charred black all over; Master Liaokong's death was truly tragic."

"These appear to be the four guardian deities of the Pure Land Chan School..."

"How tragic! The entire Jingnian Chan sect seems to have been baptized by heavenly lightning."

"Quickly flip through it and see if you can find any secret manuals of the Pure Mind Zen School."

"There are so many bronze Buddhas and bronze tripods, but unfortunately we can't move them at all."

"It hurts! These big items will only benefit the powerful forces in Luoyang City; we can forget about them."

"..."

More and more people are coming to Jingnian Chan Temple, so much so that groups of two or three people can be seen running around everywhere in Jingnian Chan Temple.

Moreover, one can often see people cautiously and furtively walking out of the Jingnian Zen Temple.

Clearly, these people had already gained some insights from the Pure Mindfulness Chan school, and their quick departure was likely out of fear that someone might have designs on them.

After these people had plundered the Jingnian Chan sect for a while, people from the powerful factions in Luoyang City also arrived one after another.

At this moment, Rong Fengxiang, with his daughter Rong Jiaojiao, encountered an acquaintance.

"How come Chief Shangguan has the leisure to come to the Jingnian Zen Temple?"

Rong Fengxiang walked up to a burly man, Shangguan Long, the leader of the Luoyang Gang, with a smile and greeted him.

Shangguan Long, the leader of the Luoyang Gang, cupped his hands in greeting and said in a deep voice, "Isn't Boss Rong here to join in the fun too?"

"Haha!" Rong Fengxiang laughed and said, "How could the demise of the most powerful force in the righteous path go unwittingly witnessed?"

Shangguan Long raised an eyebrow and asked, "Boss Rong, aren't you here to get a share of the pie?"

Rong Fengxiang smiled and walked to a Buddha statue, patting it heavily with his palm.

Ding-ding-ding!

The deep, resonant sound of bronze echoed continuously within the Pure Mindfulness Zen tradition.

Rong Fengxiang clapped his hands and said, seemingly out of context, "This Jingnian Chan sect is indeed as Mr. Chenhao said. The value of this bronze Buddha statue alone exceeds my previous imagination."

"And then there's that bronze palace..."

Rong Fengxiang's gaze toward the bronze hall of the Jingnian Zen sect was somewhat vacant.

Rong Fengxiang's hidden identity was Bichen, a demonic Taoist priest from one of the six sects of the Demonic Path, so it was impossible for him to have personally visited the Jingnian Zen Sect.

Although he had learned some of the wealth of the Jingnian Chan sect from the investigators, he never imagined that the Jingnian Chan sect would be so wealthy.

Even Rong Fengxiang, a follower of Laozi Taoism, had never seen so much wealth.

The sheer number of bronze Buddhas, bronze tripods, and bronze halls had an impact on Rong Fengxiang akin to placing a large amount of gold in front of modern people.

"With this bronze hall included, the wealth of the Jingnian Chan sect is more than the annual tax revenue of the Sui Dynasty."

Shangguan Long added blankly.

"Yes!" Rong Fengxiang said with a wry smile after regaining his senses, "There is too much wealth, so much that I dare not easily reach out for it."

"If I dare to take these bronze statues, bronze tripods, and bronze palaces back today, I might not see the sun tomorrow."

Shangguan Long fell silent, speechless.

He understood that Rong Fengxiang was right.

Although Shangguan Long is the leader of the Luoyang Gang, he is nothing more than an ant in front of those powerful clans and real forces.

Having thought it through, Shangguan Long sighed helplessly, looking at the treasures of the Jingnian Chan Sect with reluctance, and said:

"It seems I am not destined for such wealth."

Rong Fengxiang's eyes flashed with a shrewd light as he whispered to Shangguan Long, "Chief Shangguan, although we have no affinity with the Jingnian Zen Sect, it doesn't mean we have no affinity with other Buddhist temples."

Shangguan Long, sensing the subtle meaning in the music, immediately understood Rong Fengxiang's intention: "Boss Rong, you mean..."

Rong Fengxiang whispered, "Although we can't touch the wealth of the Jingnian Chan sect, the wealth and land of those small Buddhist temples are just as considerable."

"The foreigners who just destroyed the Jingnian Chan sect rode their dragons in the direction of Baima Temple. We should be receiving news of Baima Temple's destruction soon."

"If my speculation is true, then those people from outside the region clearly want to eliminate and eradicate the high-ranking members of the Buddhist sect."

"By the time..."

"Boss Rong is brilliant." Before Rong Fengxiang could finish speaking, Shangguan Long's eyes lit up instantly: "If the Buddhist sect didn't have those masters, wouldn't they be at our mercy?"

Rong Fengxiang shook his head, looked solemnly in the direction of Baima Temple, and said with apprehension, "If I can think of these things, other forces can also deduce them."

"This is probably the plan of those people from outside the region."

“They don’t have the time and energy to completely eradicate all Buddhist temples, so they want to use people like us to help them achieve their goal.”

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Chapter 248 Yan Lingji is about to become the Queen of Baiyue

It took Chen Hao and his team an entire day to completely destroy all the famous temples and ancient monasteries whose coordinates had been locked.