Naruto: I, the villain template, was hailed as a savior.

Chapter 171 Immortal Clan's Talents, A Bunch of Bald Monks

Inside a hotel room in Dawn City.

Although the doors and windows were locked and the curtains were drawn, the few shiny heads gathered together still reflected the dim light outside.

"Master Huizhi, senior brother, something's definitely not right about this place."

A pale-faced, beardless monk slightly lifted the curtain, turned sideways, and looked out the window through the gap, frowning as he said, "There are clearly many bounty ninjas and bounty teams that infiltrated the city at the same time as us, but there's been absolutely no movement from them."

"Not only that, but a lot of strange guys have appeared outside. They seem to be the so-called 'Security Department' mentioned in the intelligence we interrogated?"

After saying that, he lowered the slightly lifted curtain and turned to look at the crowd behind him.

In the dim and gloomy space, only a few flickering candles cast shadows on the monks who were bowing their heads and praying with their hands clasped together.

"May humanity and the heavens find peace, may one transcend the five defilements, be reborn in the Pure Land, transcend rebirth in the Pure Land, and wander in the Pure Land in spirit..."

In the semicircle formed by the monks, an old monk knelt down, his left hand raised in front of his chest, slowly fiddling with a string of crystal prayer beads, his eyes closed as he devoutly murmured incantations.

"The earth returns to the realm of stillness, bowing in farewell to this Saha world; the spirit returns to the Pure Land, the spirit returns to the Land of Bliss, the spirit returns to the Land of Peace..."

The monotonous chanting echoed in the room, plunging the entire room into silence, as if even breathing had become a desecration.

Somber, solemn, and dignified.

But if anyone looks at the old monk's right hand, they will feel an extremely incongruous sense of horror and eeriness.

Because right in front of him, in the very center of the room, lay a corpse.

The corpse's face was covered by his left hand, and large amounts of blood flowed from his body like a spring, pooling on the ground and filling the entire room with a nauseating stench of blood.

"Namo".

After chanting the mantra and uttering a Buddhist prayer, the old monk, addressed as "Master Huizhi," opened his eyes and looked at the young monk with a gentle, cloudy gaze, seemingly not blaming him for disrupting the solemn atmosphere.

"Juezhen, although you haven't been a nun for long, you should still respect the deceased."

He simply put his hands together and said regretfully, "Also, this is not an interrogation, but an inquiry. It's a pity that this benefactor is not pure in the six senses. We treated him with sincerity, but he actually fell into anger. We can only help him let go of his delusions and purify his six senses."

"Namo." Several monks around bowed their heads and chanted the Buddha's name.

"...Yes, Master." Juezhen bowed his head respectfully.

"As for the anomaly here, it was within expectations."

Huizhi closed his eyes and said in a calm tone, "That young daimyo had a conflict with the owner of this place long ago. The owner of the 'Bloodline Limit: Transparent Escape' under his command died here."

"After lying in wait for half a year, not only did he fail to bring back any useful intelligence, but when he finally met that daimyo, all that remained was his head wrapped in a gift box, and even his face still showed signs of regret."

"What I've seen and heard along the way has answered my doubts."

At this point, he slowly exhaled, his tone gentle and gratified, "For those numb and lowly people, such a place, filled with falsehood and lies, is nothing short of paradise."

"The ability to bewitch people is truly terrifying. If I had the chance, I would love to meet the owner of this place. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I won't have that opportunity."

At this point, Huizhi chanted a Buddhist prayer and said with compassion, "After all, even that sinner from the Blood Pool Clan has come. It's only a matter of time before this place is completely slaughtered."

"The Blood Pool Clan?"

Juezhen, who had been bowing her head, raised it and showed a somewhat bewildered expression.

What kind of family is this?

"It's not surprising that you don't know. The Blood Pool Clan has become history. Even though they had a very glorious history, they eventually declined."

Hui Zhi's cloudy eyes flashed with reminiscence as he spoke, "The history of the Blood Pond Clan can be traced back to the same era as the Uchiha and Hyuga clans, but they were not as fortunate as the Uchiha and Hyuga clans of the Land of Fire."

"They have deep ties with the Land of Lightning. Before the establishment of the ninja village, the daughter of the head of the Blood Pond clan married the daimyo of the Land of Lightning as a concubine, and her status in the Land of Lightning rose accordingly."

At this point, Huizhi sighed: "Unfortunately, because the daughter of the Blood Pool Clan Chief was gentle and beautiful, she aroused the jealousy of the wife of the Daimyo of the Land of Thunder at that time."

"Shortly after marrying her, the Daimyo of the Land of Lightning died, and the wife, under the pretext of being a harbinger of disaster, convicted the daughter of the Blood Pond clan leader. At the same time, the Blood Pond clan was also exiled from the Land of Lightning."

"The Blood Pond clan, who were exiled, still harbored delusions and were unwilling to accept defeat. They wanted to rebel, but they did not expect that the wife of the Daimyo of the Land of Lightning had hired the Uchiha clan, who had not yet founded Konoha at that time."

"Although the Blood Pond Clan also possessed the exceptionally powerful Bloodline Limit, the Blood Dragon Eye, they were still no match for the Uchiha Clan, and their resistance was quickly suppressed."

"After that, the daimyo's wife gave him a generous commission, allowing the Uchiha clan to send people to monitor the Blood Pond clan year-round."

Huizhi slowly recounted this story, and a look of astonishment flashed across the eyes of Juezhen and the other monks.

It's surprising that the Blood Pond Clan of the Land of Lightning had such a complex connection with the Uchiha Clan of the Land of Fire decades ago.

Even in the Land of Lightning and Konoha, very few people knew about this, as it was considered a scandal.

However, Huizhi is a monk who has lived from the Warring States period to the present day. Even though he was forced to leave because of disagreements with that young daimyo, he still knows the history and secrets of the ninja world very well.

"Master, what about that sinner from the Blood Pool clan?" Juezhen asked respectfully.

"I don't know much either." Huizhi shook his head and said frankly, "The Blood Pool Clan, who were exiled, live in the barren lands of the Land of Thunder, isolated from the world. We have heard almost nothing about them."

"After that, there was news of the Blood Pool Clan being wiped out, with only the culprit who committed the extermination escaping. I only recently learned from the intelligence network that the president of the Wedge Real Estate Company is suspected of possessing the Blood Dragon Eye."

"Blood Dragon Eye..." Juezhen lowered his head and asked subconsciously, "Master, from what you're saying, is the Blood Dragon Eye very powerful?"

"Hehe." Huizhi gently tapped his smooth head, smiled warmly, and said, "If the 'Blood Dragon Eye' wasn't powerful, why would that daimyo's wife have spent so much money hiring the 'Sharingan' to suppress it?"

"The Blood Dragon Eye of the Blood Pool Clan is extremely special and mysterious."

Juezhen rubbed his head where he had been hit, glanced at the corpse lying on the ground with its eyes wide open, and asked, "What do we do next? We've gathered almost all the intelligence. It seems there's no force in this place that can threaten us."

So, should we wait until nightfall to make our move?

"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; do not be hasty, do not be hasty."

Hui Zhi shook his head, closed his eyes, and clasped his hands together, saying, "As far as I know, besides our 'Monks' and that Blood Pool clansman, there are also bounty teams like the Black Warriors and 'Shadows' who have taken on the mission."

"Even a lone 'Shadow' is not to be underestimated. Once they clash, it won't be a simple skirmish. So let's wait until they're done before we make our move and send these poor souls to paradise..."

As he spoke, Huizhi suddenly stopped, opened his eyes abruptly, and turned to look at the doorway.

The next moment, a hand pushed open the door.

"Who is it?"

Upon hearing this, Juezhen and the other monks' expressions changed, and they also turned their heads sharply towards the doorway.

But upon seeing that familiar face, their tense bodies instinctively relaxed.

"So it's Junior Brother." Juezhen frowned, his head held high. "Why didn't you even knock? Have you forgotten the manners Master taught you?"

The person who came was the junior among them, a junior brother who had been sent out to gather intelligence.

The moment the other person entered, Juezhen subconsciously sensed their chakra aura, thus confirming their identity.

However, the figure did not respond to his senior brother's question at all.

Juezhen's face darkened, and he subconsciously took a step forward, about to say something.

But then the figure staggered into the room. A faint red light shone through the curtains from outside the window, revealing a face with empty, blank eyes.

"You..." Juezhen was stunned for a moment, then his heart skipped a beat, and he blurted out, "Illusion?"

Is she under an illusion?

The moment the thought arose, the swaying figure tensed and lunged at them.

Seeing that he was not carrying any weapons and posed no threat, several monks instinctively stepped forward to try to control him and disrupt the chakra within his body to break free from the genjutsu's control.

However, Huizhi, who was frowning as he looked at the figure, finally noticed the wound that was faintly visible under the clothes. As if he realized something, his relaxed old face suddenly changed color and his eyes widened.

"No, that's... a blood dragon eye!?"

He extended his left index finger in front of him, while his right hand, slightly bent, was placed under his body. At the same time, he shouted to the monks, "Back off! Don't go near him!"

But it was too late.

Gudong!Gudong!

Strange blood bubbles suddenly appeared on the monk's wounds.

The surface of the skin began to twist irregularly, as if some creature was constantly moving inside the body.

The monks instinctively stopped in their tracks and saw their "junior brother's" body instantly swell up like a balloon, his skin and clothes bursting under the pressure of the expansion.

The next moment, their eyes reflected blood-red light and flames.

boom!!

Juezhen, who was furthest from the door, was instantly blown away by the explosion, which was only three meters away. The windows and walls behind him were shattered like rain by the sweeping shockwave!

Not only the walls, but the ground floors were also blasted open by the explosion, completely destroyed and collapsed, revealing a shocking crater.

"Cough cough!!"

Juezhen, his blood surging and his vision going black, collapsed to the ground. He felt as if his ears had been shattered by the explosion. Wet blood flowed down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground.

"What happened?! Blood Dragon Eye?! What?!"

My mind went blank as I looked up and saw a horrifying scene before me.

Thick black smoke billowed and billowed, and flying flesh and blood stained the surroundings crimson. White dust fell from the cracked walls like snowflakes.

Large amounts of blood seeped from the ground, turning the earth crimson.

The sweltering heat and stench, even carrying a hint of meaty aroma, were incredibly pungent and nauseating.

Before him stood a golden Buddha statue with a thousand hands.

That is the secret technique of the Fire Temple in the Land of Fire, the Thousand-Hand Guanyin, a talent of the immortal race.

"Hey, I've been looking for you for ages, you old bald monk."

As a very incoherent sound came, Miyajo En's figure emerged from the blood mist.

Walking on the blood-soaked ground, his flamboyant leather shoes remained unstained by a single drop of blood.

Behind him, a white dove landed on the roof, pecked at its feathers with its sharp beak, and then looked up, its dark red eyes reflecting the two figures.

"Namo".

Huizhi simply bowed his head slightly and uttered a Buddhist chant before looking kindly at the young man before him and saying gently, "Mr. Miyagi, we have no enmity. I am only here as a guest. Why did you attack us?"

"guest?"

Miyajo En reached out and pushed down the slightly comical sunglasses on his face, carefully examining Huizhi from head to toe in the distance.

He immediately raised an eyebrow and let out a sneer, then pulled out the invitation letter as if to show off, and sneered, "Only guests with invitations are guests. Those bald monks who come without invitations are called 'uninvited guests'."

"Unfortunately, as far as I know, the owner here doesn't like 'uninvited guests,' and he especially dislikes you pretentious, hypocritical bald monks."

"And I, as the 'guest,' am more than willing to do the work and get rid of you bald monks who are an eyesore."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was enough to echo in the dilapidated hotel, causing vigilance and anger to well up in Huizhi's lowered eyes. The expression on the face of the Thousand-Hand Guanyin behind him, who was usually so kind and gentle, gradually turned solemn and angry.

The current developments have completely exceeded the old monk's expectations.

He never expected that the madman who slaughtered the entire Blood Pool clan would be so polite to the host here. Not only was he invited through proper channels, but he even intends to stand on the opposite side of him.

What is there in this wretched place that would make this heartless madman fear or covet it?

"alright."

Miyajo En stopped in his tracks, standing amidst the pool of blood and severed limbs. He looked at the old bald monk, a chilling smile playing on his lips: "Buddha is compassionate, so may you die to fulfill my wish?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a blood mist began to gather around him, and the pool of blood beneath his feet churned violently like boiling water.

The next moment, a huge blood dragon materialized from beneath his feet, already as tall as the golden thousand-armed Buddha statue.

PY: "There's Always a Fairy Wanting to Possess Me"

Recommendation: This driver is an experienced one; he drives incredibly steadily.

(End of this chapter)