A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 293 The Long Wind and the Fresh Words

South of the Burmese mountains, there were once several prosperous provinces, bordering the entire primeval jungle. However, after a period of frequent disasters fifty years ago, the breaking of the moon, drastic changes in global climate, tsunamis, torrential rains, extreme heat, and so on, brought great blows to mankind.

In order to survive together, the sparse populations from various places spontaneously gathered together, and now, only five densely populated city-states remain adjacent to the Burmese mountain region.

This time, the "Eight Leaves" launched a sudden attack and captured five cities in Myanmar in one fell swoop. They not only sent out a large number of monk troops, but also mobilized all five hundred Arhats.

Most members of the Five Hundred Arhats Army, although bearing the title of Arhat, are usually addressed by their real names internally, but there are exceptions.

The most outstanding among the five hundred Arhats will receive a name bestowed by Nichiren Setsuna, the Grand Master of the Eight Leaves Inner Court. The four mountain lords, second only to Grand Master Nichiren Setsuna, will also witness the naming ceremony.

This is the most glorious ceremony in the entire Eight Leaves territory. Those who have undergone this ceremony will naturally abandon their original names. Whether it is their self-designation or how others address them, they will use the newly bestowed name as the standard.

In the past fifty years, only five Arhats have received this honor, and they have been given the names: the Arhat with Wrathful Face, the Arhat with Heavenly Ears, the Arhat at the Mountain Gate, the Arhat of Rebirth, and the Arhat of Propagation.

This time, the one in charge of advancing into the northeastern city of the five cities of Myanmar was the Heavenly Ear Arhat, one of the five Arhats who were bestowed with names.

The Heavenly Ear Arhat has a long, thin face with slightly high cheekbones, but his cheeks are deeply sunken. He has only a few sparse whiskers on his chin, and his eyebrows have almost all fallen out, making him look exceptionally old. However, his ears are thick and full, with topaz-like earlobes that almost reach above his shoulders.

He wore only a simple orange-yellow monk's robe. The bags under his eyes were very obvious, but he kept his eyes squinting, as if he were smiling. He looked old, kind, and very auspicious.

Judging from his appearance alone, it's hard to imagine that this kind and slow-witted old man, not long ago, with lightning speed, killed all the officials in the city-state's upper echelons who were determined to defend sovereignty to the death within just two days, forcing the remaining rulers to announce their complete surrender and accept all the instructions issued by the "Eight Leaves" on projection screens throughout the city.

At this very moment, members of the original city-state guard, accompanied by warriors from the Bhikkhu forces, are using equipment transported by "Eight Leaves" to remove the psionic devices from the bodies of the city-state's citizens.

The historic Buddhist temples, the golden and white palaces and pagodas, and the gardens shaded by teak, bamboo groves, and tall banana trees have all become temporary "baptismal sites".

"Don't resist. Although the power of psychic energy is beautiful on the surface, it also contains the danger of tempting people to fall. You have had such devices installed in your bodies since you were young, which has triggered your potential for psychic energy. Now that you have lived this long, you are no longer pure."

The bhikkhu warriors, dressed in gray, narrow-sleeved, high-strength synthetic fiber robes, maintained order, making the crowd form long lines, while loudly proclaiming their authority.

"Only those who are pure in body and mind, and who have undergone rigorous training, are qualified to master this power. We are performing this baptism for you free of charge so that you can return to your original state of purity. This is the grace of the Great Patriarch, the blessing of the Mountain Lords, and the most generous gift to you."

A large crowd gathered in the square, and a long queue stretched out from the crowd, leading to the main hall of the Buddhist temple.

The teak doors of the main hall were wide open, and a registration table was set up on one side of the entrance. Monk warriors were registering each citizen entering the spire hall by comparing their names with the information on the computer projection.

The baptismal ritual to remove psionic devices is first performed by recruiting citizens aged 20 to 50.

They were dressed in various ways: some were young men and women in casual clothes, some were workers in work clothes with oil stains on their cuffs, and some were middle-class people in suits. All of them looked anxious and tired.

When they were among the crowd in the square, they still dared to whisper among themselves, but as they formed a long queue and got closer and closer, the great hall seemed to crawl towards a giant beast with its mouth wide open, no longer daring to talk to each other, and even their breathing became cautious.

The process of removing psionic devices is actually neither bloody nor painful.

During the most prosperous period of human development on Earth, psionic devices had become a widely adopted technology.

On the third day after birth, each baby has a small liquid alloy chip injected into their coccyx.

This liquid alloy chip has only one function: to subtly induce the psychic energy of the chip injector.

Anyone, no matter how ignorant or mediocre, will possess at least enough spiritual power to light a 20-watt light bulb once they reach the age of eighteen. Needless to say, the effects of lighting a cigarette with bare hands, planning sleep, and enhancing memory are also significant.

The device for removing the liquid alloy chip resembles a vajra. The slightly thinner end of the vajra is placed against the tailbone of a citizen who dares not resist. After half a minute, the liquid alloy chip is extracted.

The entire process is performed under local anesthesia, much like a minimally invasive surgery. After the liquid alloy is extracted, the healing liquid secreted from the tip of the vajra accelerates metabolism, causing the less than two-centimeter wound to scab over quickly, without pain or itching.

Many people come here with extreme anxiety and a sense of unease, forced to undergo the removal surgery, but after it is completed, they find that it does not seem to have any adverse effects on them.

As a result, their gazes towards the monk warriors were no longer so fearful, as if they had truly just completed a baptism. With the monk warriors' smiles, they left through the side door of the main hall.

The Arhat with Heavenly Ears had been observing inside the hall. When he noticed that the citizens who had undergone the removal surgery no longer seemed so uneasy and subconsciously showed more obedience, the aged-looking monk revealed an even more amiable smile.

The Vajra did not use any methods to influence the mind or force obedience during the minimally invasive surgery. Such methods exist, but they are not as convenient and are quite expensive. It is not worthwhile to use them on all citizens.

The reason these people went from being apprehensive and resistant to becoming compliant is simply a normal psychological adjustment. They were originally the ones being intimidated, and they came here with bad intentions. When they found that their experience was not as bad as they had expected, they naturally felt grateful.

This is human folly.

The Arhat with Heavenly Ears smiled as he thought, 'Without experiencing the noble enlightenment brought about by the Eight Leaves Inner Court training, and not being related to any Eight Leaves Inner Court cultivator, how can such people be qualified to enjoy spiritual energy?'

However, these people are now part of the Eight Leaves Institute's wealth. Although they should not have access to psychic energy, they can still be considered producers of psychic energy.

As the Arhat with Heavenly Ears thought of this, his left earlobe suddenly twitched, and he heard a faint sound.

"Report! Lord Tian'er, the branch of the Divine Continent Brotherhood Society located in this city has been destroyed by us. Many of its research facilities were destroyed on their own before their leader left."

"The three Arhats in charge of this operation went to pursue Xuan Jing, the branch manager of the Shenzhou Brotherhood Society, and dozens of key members. However, three seconds ago, their signals disappeared one after another, and they may have encountered mortal danger."

The Shenzhou Brotherhood Society is nominally just a private enterprise, but it has deep ties with the United Government.

Previously, the five cities of Myanmar, sandwiched between the Eighth Party and the United Government, had quite a bit of room to maneuver.

At that time, neither the Eight Leaves nor the United Government openly sent powerful figures into these five city-states. Even the branches of the Divine Land Brotherhood faced considerable constraints when operating in these city-states.

None of the branch members possessed psychic abilities above the fourth level.

The pursuit by the three Arhats should have been a sure thing.

"Is it that their branch is hiding something, or is it that the united regime, despite the internal strife, was able to notice the situation here so quickly?"

The Heavenly Ear Arhat's mind was racing, and in an instant, many possibilities came to mind. "If it's just that the branch members are hiding something, that's fine. But if it's the united regime that's making a move, we can't afford to be careless!"

After all, among the five cities of Myanmar, this city-state in the northeast is relatively the closest to the united regime.

He immediately issued an order via communication device: "Are all the surveillance satellites, space-based satellites, and psionic satellites assigned to our side in place?"

"Still on its way."

"Abandon the satellite constellation operation mode, select a psionic satellite, and follow me out of the city as quickly as possible."

………………

In the mountainous region of Myanmar, there is a large, dark gray ship carrying hundreds of people, hovering a dozen meters above the ground, flying slowly.

The boat was actually very simple, looking like one of those plates specifically designed for holding large fish, with pointed ends and a concave middle.

But anything, once it reaches a certain scale, can transform from simple to grand. As the hull of the ship brushed past the tips of those towering trees, the thick, towering trees appeared as thin bamboo poles, fragile and insignificant.

Not to mention that the hundreds of people on board clearly remember how the ship was built not long ago.

Guan Luoyang simply reached out and grabbed, and the earth and rocks on the ground were compressed and solidified into such a huge means of transportation.

Xuan Jing was also lying on the boat, still unconscious.

Guan Luoyang stood at the bow of the boat, listening to Zhang Yamin beside him tell him about the Shenzhou Brotherhood Society.

"...That's all I know. A lot of it is hearsay and stuff from old newspapers. But the 3D projection learning glasses they sell are really cheap and good."

Zhang Yamin said, "Many families in our city moved here from other places one after another. They were not comfortable sending their children to school, so they taught them at home by buying learning glasses. I really don't know why people like Baye want to harm them."

Holding the tattered work ID, Guan Luoyang said, "They've maintained a good reputation for two or three hundred years? They've done even better than I expected. Do you know who their current president is?"

Zhang Yamin said, "I think her surname is Hong, and she's a female president."

He hesitated for a moment, and seeing Guan Luoyang's expression, he vaguely sensed that it might have some connection to the Divine Land Brotherhood Society. He couldn't help but ask, "Do you want to go and take a look at our branch in the city?"

"However, it's said that there weren't many people in that branch to begin with, so maybe..."

They probably all died in the previous battles, leaving only Xuan Jing, who is still clinging to life.

Guan Luoyang shook his head, bent down and put the half of the work permit back on Xuan Jing, saying, "Aren't you going to the United Government in the north? I'll take you there first."

His gentle tone made everyone feel incredibly at ease, and Zhang Yamin, Ban Yang, and the others on the boat couldn't help but relax after hearing his words.

However, only the prisoner who was also placed at the bow of the ship and remained in a slumped position could see how terrifyingly cold Guan Luoyang's eyes were when he glanced at him.

The bionic prosthesis has been suppressed, and the artificial glands installed in the nasal cavity can no longer secrete sedative hormones.

The captured Arhat seemed to feel his nerves taut to their limit under such immense pressure, making a sound of unbearable strain.

Guan Luoyang walked over to him, stretched out a hand, and placed it on his shoulder.

This Arhat was incredibly tall. Although he was sitting cross-legged, Guan Luoyang's hand was almost outstretched and placed on his shoulder.

His eyes twitched involuntarily, as if trying to avoid it, but his body was stiff and motionless. No matter how much he wanted to say, whether it was anger, generosity, or a manipulative attempt to negotiate, he couldn't utter a sound.

He could only look sideways and watch helplessly as that hand pressed down on him.

Tsk! ! !

A blue electric current flickered and leaped between the blue bionic muscles, flowing from the captive Arhat's shoulders to his neck, and rushing up his cervical vertebrae to his brain.

The muscles on both sides of the captured Arhat's nose twitched, his eyes rolled around, and his whole body trembled slightly.

With the enhancement of the Heavenly Demon Art, the power of the silent listening to the mortal world is now incomparable. Even though the prisoner's mental strength has reached the four-star level, he still cannot withstand Guan Luoyang's questioning.

He felt dizzy and his mind was spinning rapidly, as if his spirit was being forcibly extracted.

Why are they hunting down members of the Divine Land Brotherhood Society?

Because they were spies for the coalition government, they struck first.

How many people are left in the Myanmar branch of the Shenzhou Brotherhood Society?

There's only this one left, half-dead.

Who were the people who occupied the five cities of Burma?

What is the organizational structure of the Eight Leaves? What is its purpose? What has it done recently?

How many powerful individuals are there within the Eight Leaves? How are psionic energy levels currently classified? What are the characteristics of different levels?

What is a spiritual disaster? Where is Heaven? Where is the Promised Land? To what extent has psychic technology developed...?

At first, the questions transmitted were relatively simple, and the prisoner's consciousness could answer them. But soon, the questions transmitted became more and more numerous and increasingly strange.

There are many things that even the prisoners themselves do not know the answers to.

A moment later, the prisoner's consciousness weakened to the point that he could no longer answer.

Guan Luoyang then released his grip.

This captive Arhat's bionic prosthetic body had no tear glands, but when Guan Luoyang released his grip, a large amount of blue liquid was squeezed out of the bionic muscles in his head and flowed out through his seven orifices, making his facial expressions extremely painful and exaggerated.

"The one who occupied the city-state where the branch was located was the Arhat with Heavenly Ears. Among the five hundred Arhats, he was the most meticulous and cautious in all his actions throughout his life..."

Guan Luoyang came to the edge of the bow of the ship, recalling some information he had just obtained from the interrogation.

However, the prisoner did not know the specific strength of the five named Arhats, the four mountain lords, or even the great sect master, Nichiren Yukikai.

The large ship, constructed of earth and stone, rose much higher without anyone noticing, completely surpassing the height of the jungle. There was no need to worry about roadblocks, and its speed also increased slightly.

The oncoming airflow was split in two, and a long, strong wind rushed away from both sides of the ship.

Guan Luoyang stood against the wind, raised one hand, and made a point in the air, slowly sketching.

The ship disappeared into the air, and more than twenty minutes later, the Arhat with Heavenly Ears tracked it all the way here.

The aged-looking monk floated in the air, about a meter off the ground, moving at an extremely fast speed, yet without making a sound, like a fleeting shadow.

He had already examined the traces of the three Arhats' battle.

As expected, someone in the Shenzhou Brotherhood branch had concealed their strength, managing to fight two Arhats to the death. As for the person who dealt with the third Arhat, although he was quite strong, it was certain that the Heavenly Ear Arhat was not one of the most feared figures in the United Government.

If it's not those few people, then this investigation might not just be an investigation; we could try to capture the rescuer and eliminate an elite member of the coalition government...

boom!!!!!

The sudden rumble of the ground interrupted the thoughts of the Heavenly Ear Arhat.

A powerful, rushing stream of sharp air burst forth from the ground, resembling a vast, colorful column of water.

But that shimmering water is actually the glint of a blade; that dazzling, colorful appearance is actually an explosive driving force created by localized gravitational changes and magnetic field distortions.

The Arhat with Heavenly Ears remained calm and composed. With a flick of his earlobes, a golden sword inlaid with twelve pieces of red agate slid out from his sleeve.

He is known as the Heavenly Ear Arhat, possessing a pair of heavenly ears that receive countless signals from his surroundings.

Although the sword energy came suddenly, he had already detected its flaw the moment it flowed out.

With a single stroke of the golden sword from bottom to top, as if cutting through a curtain, the figure of the Heavenly Ear Arhat had already passed through this vast air current.

But as soon as he escaped from the colorful sword energy, he was stunned and speechless.

The scene before him was like a replay of the colorful burst of air from before, but ten, twenty, or thirty times larger.

Some winding, flowing marks on the ground transformed into dazzling light sources, spreading from nearby to hundreds of meters away.

From these dazzling traces, air currents erupt, tearing through the atmosphere and roaring through the mountains and forests.

The earth immortal casts a spell that will not perish for a hundred days.

Although Guan Luoyang was not a local immortal from Jukuzhou, he had discussed many mysteries of cultivation with Yuan Gong and Qin Zhiyue.

His sword intent had become highly spiritual; even when it left his body, it could still sense the approaching enemy.

After those colorful streams of air were ejected high up, they even twisted and converged, transforming into five ferocious dragons with colorful and dazzling patterns.

With its head held high and body coiled, the dragon lunged down at the Heavenly Ear Arhat.

The Arhat with Heavenly Ears held a golden sword in his hand and tried his best to defend himself. However, these dragon-shaped sword energies flew around aimlessly, and with a single whirl, they brought huge and uneven impacts to all parts of his body.

The five dragons moving back and forth made him sway unsteadily and stagger.

"Indra's divine power!"

The Arhat with Heavenly Ears raises his sword to the sky and issues a command.

In the stratosphere, twenty kilometers above the Earth, a satellite floats, receiving a vast amount of spiritual energy from the Eight Leaves satellite network. It allocates a portion of this energy, transforming it into an invisible and intangible signal, and sends it downwards to empower the satellite.

The speed of the psionic signal is close to the speed of light.

As soon as the Heavenly Ear Arhat raised his sword to the sky, he received a spiritual energy boost. He immediately swept his sword horizontally, and a vast golden light wave burst forth from his body, forcefully dispersing the five dragon-shaped sword energies.

However, as soon as the sword energy was dispersed, his calm expression suddenly changed. He pointed his sword at the sky and, using the attraction between the golden sword and the satellite, rapidly rose hundreds of meters.

The orange-yellow monk's robe ripped open, revealing more than a dozen thin tears.

The Arhat with Heavenly Ears opened his eyes and looked down from high above.

Hundreds of thin, free-flowing filaments could be seen densely covering the low-altitude area, shimmering with vibrant colors under the sunlight.

After a long while, those slender blade energies gradually dissipated.

But having been forced to this height, the Heavenly Ear Arhat had no choice but to see the full picture of those marks on the ground from his current perspective.

It was a line of large characters that stretched for hundreds of meters.

"You killed our members, destroyed our branch, and now you're all prepared to lose your heads, for I'll be back for a visit soon!"

(End of this chapter)