Killing Monks

Not far away, Guangyuan, who had been slowly approaching, paused.

How did these two lines end up here?

He, Lu Fei, and Lu Daobei surrounded them from three directions, together with Chu Kuangjun, trapping the fat and thin men in the middle.

Guangyuan sized up the two people in front of him, one fat and one thin.

He recognized their eyes; these two didn't seem to be time travelers.

But if they weren't time travelers, where did these two lines of poetry come from?

He tentatively asked, "Odd changes, even remains the same?"

A moment of silence fell over the room.

Lu Fei, Chu Kuangjun, and Lu Daobei all looked at him, their faces full of doubt.

What "chicken"?

What is "lotus root"?

What is chicken lotus root?

Guangyuan coughed lightly and changed his words: "My admiration for you is like a surging river, never-ending..."

Seeing the four people surrounding him, the fat man Shang Long was slightly wary. Suddenly, upon hearing Guang Yuan's words, his eyes lit up, and he blurted out, "Like the Yellow River overflowing its banks, it's unstoppable!"

Guangyuan's lips twitched slightly.

He added, "I have the Azure Dragon on my left and the White Tiger on my right—"

Without a second thought, Fatty Shang Long blurted out, "An old ox at my waist, a dragon head on my chest, I'll kill anyone who gets in my way, even Buddha!"

"...!!!"

Guangyuan took a deep breath, still unwilling to give up, and asked again: "Three teachers in one village and two li, who don't even know the Four Books, Five Classics, and Six Principles, yet they dare to teach seven, eight, or nine children! How audacious!"

This time, it was the skinny Jiang Dawei who spoke up. He shook his head and recited in one breath: "Nine out of ten households are poor. Even if they manage to scrape together eight taels, seven mace, six fen, five hao, and four li, they are still half-hearted. How utterly despicable!"

Guangyuan stared at the two of them and remained silent for a moment.

"The earth shakes the high hills, and the streams and mountains are eternally beautiful."

The fat man, Shang Long, immediately cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, saying solemnly, "May our gate face the vast sea, and may the Sanhe River flow forever!"

He looked at Guangyuan with eager eyes, his tone carrying a hint of joy at meeting a fellow disciple.

"So you're also a fellow member of the sect! May I ask how many incense sticks you've burned?"

At this moment, even Chu Kuangjun and Lu Fei's gazes became strange.

The two of them looked at Guangyuan at the same time!

Who would have thought that the seemingly ruthless monk was actually hiding so well—he was a member of the Mitian Sect!

"I am not a member of your Mitian Sect." Guangyuan shook his head, his brows furrowing slightly. "Where did you hear these things from?"

He was certain that another time traveler must have come to this world.

So, he wasn't the only one in this world.

Upon hearing this, Fatty Shang Long gave him an expression that said, "You still don't understand."

"You're wrong. You are a member of the Mitian Cult."

Shang Long's expression was solemn, as if he were preaching:

"Because the God of the Sky created this world. Each and every one of us is a child of the God of the Sky. It's just that some people are aware of it, and some are not."

"You must have received some kind of 'revelation' in your early years, which is why you know these scriptures of the Mitian Sect."

"In our view, you are naturally a member of the Mitian Cult."

Guangyuan's expression grew increasingly strange after hearing this.

This excuse... sounds so familiar.

How could you be so shameless as to say such things!

He got no inspiration from anything; those were just movie lines, the most nonsensical ones at that.

What exactly did that time traveler do here?

They stuffed the dialogue into the book "Mitian Sect" and made the followers memorize it.

Ugh... It feels like a bunch of people reciting these lines together... It's really... incredibly morbidly funny!

"So what you say goes?" Guangyuan raised an eyebrow, saying with displeasure, "How old is this scripture?"

Shang Long shook his head, his face full of sorrow: "This scripture was written by a prophet and perfected by successive religious leaders. Every sentence in it is the gospel of God."

He looked at Guangyuan and continued, "Your Excellency is still a lost soul, unguided by the divine messenger, and has not yet felt the radiance of the Heavenly God."

"Once you understand, you will naturally return to us and be embraced by the God of the Sky once more."

"So we are too?" Lu Fei interjected, his tone laced with sarcasm.

"Of course!" Shang Long nodded matter-of-factly. "Everyone is a child of the God of the Sky, they just haven't realized it yet."

"What my Mitian Sect does is to make them understand this point and guide them back to the embrace of God."

As he spoke, his gaze turned to Chu Kuangjun, a hint of fanaticism appearing in his eyes.

"The leader is a born god, not an ordinary person."

"As recorded in the scriptures of the Mitian Sect: she was of unparalleled beauty, capable of captivating a nation, neither male nor female, but a divine being."

Chu Kuangjun's face darkened.

Neither male nor female?

This person has already found a way to die.

No wonder I couldn't explain to these people that I wasn't their leader.

So it seems that what they think isn't important, but what they think is most important.

They think they are the leader, they are the leader!

Lu Daobei, who had been silently following behind Lu Fei, suddenly spoke.

"A hundred years ago, the Mitian Sect was very famous and once had the power to sweep across the world," he said. "At that time, people called it a demonic sect."

"The Demonic Sect?" Lu Fei was taken aback.

Thinking about it carefully, it's not entirely unjust.

It's rare to see someone as prone to spouting nonsense as Shang Long.

Lu Daobei nodded slightly and continued, "However, a hundred years ago, the Mitian Sect fell into internal division and declined from its peak. Today, its reputation has faded."

Shang Long listened, his gaze fixed on Lu Dao's back. This man didn't talk much, yet he inexplicably felt a bit of pressure.

He exchanged a glance with the skinny Jiang Dawei.

"We have only come to pay our respects to the leader today, and have no other intentions." Shang Long cupped his hands in greeting, his tone becoming more subdued.

He was somewhat at ease with his heart.

When you're navigating the world, you have to be able to assess the situation and act accordingly.

Just by looking at the four people surrounding them, you could tell they had ill intentions.

Moreover, their eyes weren't friendly.

Guangyuan, Chu Kuangjun, and Lu Fei exchanged a glance.

The opinions were highly unified.

killed.

These two are spouting nonsense, claiming everyone they meet is a member of the Mitian Cult!

If we don't kill them now, when will we?

"Please, Uncle Daobei, make a move." Lu Fei stepped aside.

Lu Daobei remained silent.

He simply raised his hand and placed it on the hilt of the knife at his waist.

The next instant, the sword was drawn.

Without the slightest warning, without a single wasted word, the air itself seemed to be cleaved in two the instant the blade flashed.

Shang Long and Jiang Dawei reacted extremely quickly.

Almost the instant the blades flashed, several wisps of black energy suddenly rose from the two men, transforming into several black shadows that sped off in different directions.

One stream flowed eastward, another westward, and two more streams rushed towards the sides of Guangyuan and Chu Kuangjun respectively.

Guangyuan raised his hand, his palm wind blocking out a dark shadow, which was an illusion.

Chu Kuangjun's palms emitted white light, scattering the other dark figure.

Lu Fei did not move.

Because it's unnecessary.

The blade was already flashing.

In that instant, everyone felt a cold glint appear before their eyes!

It was so fast that you couldn't see the blade or its movement; you could only see the flash of light.

The blade flashed like a white ribbon across the sky, enveloping the two dark figures simultaneously.

"laugh--"

A very soft sound.

The shadow fell.

They transformed into two corpses, neatly cut into four pieces.

Blood splattered only then.

Lu sheathed the knife with the back of his hand.

The sound of the sword returning to its sheath was as soft as a sigh.

Fast, ruthless, and decisive.

Not a single extra cut.

He is the Lu family's butler, and also the "back of the knife" of the Lu family.