A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 149 A Chaotic Dance of Demons

"Svaha, Mavali Shengkaraya, Svaha, Namo Ratna Trayaya..."

While chanting sutras, Master Wangsheng spread his senses along with his power and had already grasped the approximate number of enemies who had attacked.

So far, there are eighteen people who have made a move, all of whom are top-notch experts. Some of them have a wild and arrogant aura, and are cold and cunning, which are quite distinctive. They all seem to have been famous in the evil path for a long time.

Unfortunately, Shaolin currently has over five hundred martial monks, but only fourteen of them are top-tier masters.

Master Wangsheng silently pondered this in his heart.

More than half a month ago, the old abbot of the Tiandu Dojo in Weizhou posted a notice saying that he would hold a "Golden Basin Washing Hands" ceremony on his 80th birthday. Junior Brother Ping Shi, as a first-class master, led twelve disciples to represent Shaolin at the event.

My two junior brothers, Pingkong and Pinghu, and my three junior brothers, Shengxuan, Shengde and Shengchen, were invited by the White Horse Temple in Luoyang three months ago to go to Dunhuang to retrieve a batch of scriptures. It will take at least two more months before they return.

If all these people were here tonight, and they led their disciples to set up an array to assist, not only would they be able to remain as stable as Mount Tai, but they might also be able to take the opportunity to capture some evil demons and heretics.

When calculating the number of people, Master Wangsheng did not include himself and Gulanxiang.

Not counting Gu Lanxiang, it's because of the wrathful demonic energy within her.

In Master Wangsheng's view, it was hard to imagine how wicked a person must be to have mastered such a vicious and evil skill, and then forcibly bestow it upon a chivalrous young girl. Gu Lanxiang was truly innocent.

However, regardless of the circumstances, possessing such demonic power is always a major concern. If she encounters some unforeseen event after taking action and completely goes mad with demonic energy, the trouble will only be greater.

As for why he didn't include Master Wangsheng himself, he knew perfectly well that this group of people dared to invade Shaolin, so they must have ways to deal with a grandmaster like him. For example, the strange flying horse just now clearly indicated that there were still people hiding in the shadows who had not yet shown themselves.

Although my mind is filled with many thoughts, and these thoughts come and go in the blink of an eye, they all pass in the blink of an eye.

Just as Master Wangsheng was thinking this, he sensed an unfamiliar aura rapidly approaching him.

He swept his left hand to the side, and his wide sleeve swept out like an iron plate, colliding with a fist that pierced through the air.

Boom! ! !

A muffled thud that shook the dust.

The person who threw the punch paused slightly, revealing their true face.

Sun Ling's face didn't look very old, but he had thick eyebrows, a wide mouth, and bulging muscles all over his body. His short clothes, made of rough fabric, were just trying to cover up his strong muscular frame.

Especially when he clenched his fists, his shoulders shrugged slightly, and his trapezius muscles were so developed that they even covered his neck with the bulging muscle blocks on both sides.

Such a physique can directly bring a fierce quality that overwhelms other weak humans from the source.

"Old bald man, you keep muttering and muttering, why don't you try using your mouth to block my fist?!"

The young and arrogant reincarnator revealed a smug smile and raised his fist.

A loud ripping sound, like tearing silk, echoed through the air.

The moving figure sliced ​​a straight crack into the brick floor.

Others are like grass, but I am like iron; others are like nails, but I am like a hammer; others' sinews and bones are like dry paper, but my body is full of knives!

This is the confidence that practitioners of "Nanto Sacred Fist" must cultivate.

With this burning confidence that seemed to emanate from every pore, Sun Ling turned her whole being toward the Master of Rebirth.

His fist was like a hot, smoking knife tip.

Master Wangsheng slightly shifted his body, using seemingly slow and leisurely movements to irrationally evade an extremely fast jab.

In the instant they passed each other, Sun Ling twisted her body, and a small patch of the stone brick beneath her feet was ground into powder, which spun and scattered. Her fingers, which had been clenched into a fist, suddenly snapped outwards, her palm rubbing like a knife, and she turned to strike again.

The air in front of Master Wangsheng was sliced ​​into visible white streaks, crisscrossing and jagged, as he retreated step by step, exclaiming, "Excellent fist technique!!"

"Although the moves are simple, the intent behind them is unheard of and unseen. It is domineering yet upright and honorable. Its fierce and powerful nature is no less than that of my Great Vajra Fist."

"Young benefactor, it is truly remarkable that you possess such skill in martial arts at such a young age. I wonder what troubles you that leads you to associate with these evil and wicked people?"

Sun Ling's voice was arrogant: "Dilemmas? Don't get me wrong, I'm not on the same level as them. Among the group that's going to wipe out your Shaolin Temple today, I'm the leader, I'm the mastermind."

"The Shaolin Temple, as long as it exists, will either be destroyed or attacked; this is the will of the universe in the dark!"

As he spoke, Sun Ling's momentum grew stronger. He also realized that his basic moves were indeed unable to put any pressure on the old monk opposite him, so he suddenly withdrew his hand.

Hands tucked into waistbands, toes lightly touching the ground, waist and hips leaning back.

Nanto Seiken Secret Technique: Thousand-Headed Dragon Strike!

Sun Ling's entire body shifted, her center of gravity moved forward, as if she had suddenly transformed into a venomous dragon that had awakened from a coiled, claw-retracted state and was pouncing forward.

This venomous dragon has hundreds of dragon heads that can tear at the body, break bones, and take away flesh and blood.

In an instant, Sun Ling's arms seemed to stretch out, bursting forth with countless afterimages that filled the air. Each gesture was subtly different, whether it was a grab, a chop, a fist, a palm, a punch, or a stab.

These wondrous hand gestures compressed the surrounding air, transforming it into a fierce gale. Due to the flow of this gale, a tremendous suction force was generated in the instant the punch was thrown, forming a deadly abyss that would leave Master Wangsheng with no way to avoid being swallowed up and shattered in one gulp.

Faced with such profound martial arts techniques, Master Wangsheng could no longer maintain his previous leisurely retreating posture.

His robes, sleeves, even his eyebrows and earlobes were pulled forward by the gale, and his slightly raised field of vision was filled with countless afterimages of hand gestures being bombarded by the wind.

As the fist landed, the Shaolin abbot, wearing gray-black monk's shoes, tiptoed, as if he were finally about to fly away with the wind.

Boom—

In front of the main hall, the bricks and stones in the center of the square were scattered and cracked, kicking up a large cloud of yellowish dust.

Then, a dust wave, like an earthen dragon, surged westward from the smoke and dust.

Sun Ling's eyes glazed over, lost in a state of bewilderment caused by an extreme sense of loss. He felt his punch miss its mark, and a tremendous force slammed into his chest.

The force pressed down on him, knocking him to the ground and crushing the bricks and stones. The force was still strong, pushing his body out of the crater and smashing through several more bricks and stones, carving out a long trench and raising a cloud of dust.

"Namo Amitabha Buddha!"

Master Wangsheng waved his sleeve to clear away the smoke and dust, looked down, and saw that he had long eyebrows and big ears, but his eyes shone with a captivating light.

He still had one foot on Sun Ling's chest.

"Since there's no hidden reason, let's skip the formalities. Where are the people who released those horses? Where is the real mastermind behind your night raid on Shaolin?"

It was only then that Sun Ling realized what was happening, and she was both shocked and furious: "You... Ugh!"

He had barely uttered a single word when the foot pressing on his chest increased its pressure slightly. The terrifying sense of oppression was like a slowly descending mountain, crushing his proud physique and causing it to deform violently.

Between the internal organs in the chest cavity, it seemed that even the pain was suppressed by this overwhelming force, unable to reach the brain, but the taste of blood kept rising to the throat, bringing a feeling more terrifying than simple pain.

Abbot Wangsheng said, "I have been kind to people for a long time, but since I am a Buddhist, I have to learn about the Buddhist teachings on the eighteen kinds of hell. If you are still unrepentant and refuse to reveal the truth, I'm afraid you will be condemned to hell."

Blood streamed from Sun Ling's mouth as she raised her eyebrows in anger, revealing a sinister smile: "Have you ever heard that even the Buddha himself feared the Scorpion Demon's Horse-Falling Post?"

Master Wangsheng's eyebrows twitched suddenly, and with a burst of energy from his feet, he vanished in a flash.

With a deep, muffled boom, Sun Ling's body was pressed down more than two feet by the force, dust swirled, the soil and rocks at the edges were squeezed up, and the surrounding broken bricks were overturned.

Centered on Sun Ling's body, this dent, more than ten meters in diameter, resembles a huge, broken lotus platform.

The figure embedded in the center suddenly moved, stiffly breaking free from the broken bricks and stones, and stood up abruptly.

Master Wangsheng's eyebrows twitched, revealing an expression as if he had seen a ghost. His feet, which were on the ground, were missing one shoe.

A long tail emerged from behind Sun Ling's waist, segmented and glossy black, with a full and sharp tip, resembling an enlarged scorpion tail.

A monk's shoe was also pierced on the tip of its tail.

When the Master of Rebirth exerted his strength to retreat, a large hole was blasted in his chest. His heart should have been shattered, and one could have seen the scene behind him through that hole. But at this moment, the white bones quickly intertwined and sealed the wound.

This already muscular boxer expanded even further, his feet became thick and rough, his toes piercing through his shoes, and his upper body underwent drastic changes at the skeletal level, with his spine and ribs twisting, branching, and multiplying violently.

Compared to the human skeletal structure, his current physique is full of deformed yet magnificent beauty, and two strong arms protrude from each side of his ribs.

The six-armed, scorpion-tailed demon also had carapace-like substances growing from its neck to the sides of its face, and its eyes had turned into completely golden vertical pupils.

"Amitabha!!!"

Looking at the person before him and witnessing the transformation that had occurred in an instant, Master Wangsheng couldn't help but sigh, "Could there truly be demons in this world?!"

"Demons? Baldy, you're wrong again!"

Sun Ling's six arms were outstretched, his fangs bared, and his confidence and arrogance burned fiercely. "I am an awakened one, born from the flesh and blood of demons, yet surpassing them!"

"You enjoyed that show-off moment, didn't you? Now try my Southern Dipper Secret Technique—"

Southern Divine Fist, Six Arms, Thousand-Headed Dragon Slayer!

This time, it wasn't just that the arms "seemed" to have lengthened; the six arms had actually lengthened several times over.

As Sun Ling moved, she unleashed a barrage of fist shadows that nearly filled half the square.

A fierce wind howled, tearing tiles from the surrounding halls into the air and even throwing out prayer cushions from inside. It also whipped up gravel and dust, leaving many scratches on the pillars and staining the red paint.

………………

call!!!!

A faint whirlwind of dust rose up in the square in front of the main hall, towering above the surrounding halls and pavilions.

Many people engaged in fierce fighting at Shaolin Temple noticed this scene.

Between the pagodas on the back mountain, Su Mu gazes into the distance and takes in this view as well.

Sun Ling is the main combat member of their team. Although he has not yet reached the four-star level, he has undergone a demon flesh-stitching modification surgery from the world of "Claymore". After fully releasing his demonic energy, he can transform into an Awakener - essentially becoming a creature with the same cannibalistic habits as demons, but whose combat power far surpasses that of ordinary demons.

His spirit, muscles, and blood-regenerating abilities have been enhanced by Su Mu's Corpse Refining Technique and Fu Kesi's Blood Magic, respectively. He can survive a severed head, regenerate severed limbs, and bleed like a river. His physical recovery ability far exceeds the understanding of the native strongmen in this martial arts world.

Su Mu was confident that even if Shao Lingxiao were to face Sun Ling, as long as he didn't use his sword, he wouldn't be able to completely kill or get rid of him in a short time.

With everyone's attention drawn to the battle and the Grandmaster tied down, Su Mu could slowly execute his plan.

He reached to his waist and took out a strange bronze lamp from his small Qiankun pouch.

The lamp base of this bronze lamp was a bright yellow, resembling five emaciated, large-headed ghosts embracing each other. Five scarlet lights emanated from the lamp, which, when he made a hand gesture, transformed into five grotesque, laughing ghosts, with human-like upper bodies and smoke-like lower bodies.

This is the Five Ghosts Transporting Magic. With all five ghosts present, they can pass through walls and burrow underground to steal inanimate objects.

Five ghostly figures came and went like the wind, and in a short while, they brought out one withered monk's corpse after another from the ground. After the ghostly figures left the bodies, the corpses regained their solidity and fell to the ground.

This forest of pagodas is the burial place of eminent Shaolin monks.

Since the Wei and Jin dynasties, when monks in the Central Plains died, if they were proficient in Buddhism but lacked spiritual cultivation, they would be cremated and their ashes would be collected. A few pieces of their bones would be placed in an urn and buried in a burial pit. A stupa would be built on top of the burial pit according to their merits in life.

However, if someone has reached the level of a first-rate master and remains incorrupt for ten years after death, and did not give any special instructions before their death, then their body will not be sent for cremation, but will be placed in a vat and buried here.

After Su Mu directed the ghostly figures to move the corpses out, he opened the small Qiankun bag at his waist and collected the monks' bodies one by one.

A hint of joy flickered across his face, but his eyes remained fixed on the five ghostly figures, and he kept making hand seals and chanting incantations to urge them on, clearly indicating that there was still a bigger goal he had not yet achieved.

Over the years, when the masters of Laojun Mountain felt their time was coming to an end, they would travel to all corners of the world, or even sail on the sea, and no one knew where they died.

In contrast, Shaolin masters, unless they died a gruesome death, would likely be buried in the Pagoda Forest.

In Su Mu's view, that was the best material for refining corpses that could be found in this world.

Five ghostly figures wandered among the tomb towers, then suddenly cried out in pain, turned back into crimson light, and returned to the bronze lamp.

Su Mu's eyes lit up. He put away the copper lamp, walked towards the single-story, multi-eaved stone tower, and flicked out a black line from his hand.

The tomb tower, like loose soil and dry sand, was cut into pieces by the black lines, fell to the ground and scattered, soon revealing the large earthen vat.

Su Mu cut off the lid of the large vat, and inside sat a lifelike monk with sparse eyebrows and beard and a ruddy complexion.

Despite being dead for so many years, there was no sign of his flesh atrophying. In fact, there was still a trace of true energy remaining unknowingly in his dantian meridians, circulating on its own.

The five ghostly figures that were trying to attach themselves to the old monk's body were scared away by this pure and masculine Buddhist power.

"Okay, okay."

Just as Su Mu was about to open his small Qiankun bag, a bamboo stick struck him on the back of the head.

With a bang, the black smoke dissipated, a scarecrow was smashed by a bamboo stick, and Su Mu's figure disappeared.

Gu Lanxiang had anticipated this. With her right hand holding the stick, she pulled off the red string relic around her neck with her left hand. Her delicate eyelashes drooped, and her mind settled into meditation.

The relic emitted a pale white light, and its magical power formed a colorless and materialless sphere that expanded at the speed of light, covering an area of ​​thirty-three meters around it.

The relic of a high-ranking monk from the Type-Moon universe contains a Zen Buddhist power that can release a magic-suppressing barrier, and is especially adept at suppressing evil spirits.

On the southeast-facing tomb tower, a cloud of black mist appeared, then with a pop, twisted and broke apart, revealing a black-clad Taoist standing atop the tower.

In a martial arts world, Su Mu suddenly encountered a magical ability that was actually countered by his own. His mind raced, and he guessed the other party's origin.

But the look of surprise on his face had not yet faded.

A stick has already been seen flying across the sky.

Gu Lanxiang held the relic in her left hand and the staff in her right, her true energy surging forth as she slammed it down on Gu Lanxiang's head.

(End of this chapter)