Killing Monks

As soon as he finished speaking, he channeled his inner energy into the mirror.

hum!

The Mirror of Observation suddenly lit up.

A beam of golden light burst forth from the mirror, instantly enveloping the entire valley!

Where the golden light shone, everything changed.

The rocks turned golden, and the trees were edged with gold. But what truly changed were the men in black.

They stood still for a moment, as if they had been frozen in place.

Immediately, some people began to tremble, some covered their heads and growled, and some turned around abruptly and punched their colleagues next to them!

"Kill them!!"

"You bastard! Give me back my father's life!"

"Mother...your son is unfilial..."

"Deputy Commander Wei, let's go! Let's go!"

Chaos erupted instantly in the valley.

The well-trained guards were now fighting each other like madmen.

Some clutched their heads and wept bitterly, some knelt on the ground and howled, and some had bloodshot eyes as they swung their long spears at vital points.

Those are the scars in their hearts.

People in the martial arts world all have unspeakable sorrows.

So, what about those who wield power in the imperial court?

Do they think they can escape the blood on their hands and the filth in their eyes?

How could they not have them?

This is what makes the Mirror of Karma so terrifying.

Even the leader of the men in black was not spared.

Amidst the golden light, a layer of ethereal white mist gradually spread. From within the mist, a figure slowly emerged, a towering, imposing frame with a square face and unwavering resolve.

Wei Mingxin.

Former commander of the secret guards. His master.

The man who taught him martial arts, taught him how to be a person, and rescued him from a pile of corpses.

Finally, by imperial decree, he was ordered to commit suicide in the backyard of the secret guard's office.

Jiang Junti stood in the fog, looking at that familiar figure, and his body trembled.

He wanted to rush forward.

He wanted to ask: Master, are you wronged? Shall I avenge you?

But Wei Mingxin spoke first.

"Jun Ti." The voice was still the same as I remembered, steady and deep, like a mountain.

"I would gladly die for the Great Zhou."

"And you must remember this too! Craft a good knife for His Majesty. A knife should not have its own thoughts. Obeying His Majesty's orders is enough."

Jiang Junti's knuckles turned white from clenching her fists.

a knife.

He is a knife.

But how can a knife not know what kind of person its owner is?

Of the people he killed over the years, how many deserved to die? Of the cases he handled over the years, how many were clean?

He remembers everything.

Every face, every scream, every drop of blood splattered on the face.

He remembers everything.

And the person who made him do these things sat on the dragon throne, wearing a dragon robe, high above everyone else. If he was pleased, he would reward him with a few bolts of silk; if he was displeased, he would issue an imperial edict ordering his death.

That's how his master died.

He was put to death by that kind of person.

Is this fair?

Is this reasonable?

This discontent made him leap up when he saw his master, Wei Mingxin.

He respects and loves his master, treating him like a father.

But at this moment, he suddenly wanted to rush up, shake his master's shoulders, and shout, "You're wrong!"

None of them are correct!

But he couldn't shout it out.

That was his master. The person he respected most in his life.

Even in this dreamlike illusion, he couldn't bear to go up there.

"Loyalty to the emperor is patriotism. The Great Zhou is His Majesty, and His Majesty is the Great Zhou." Wei Mingxin's voice echoed in the mist.

Jiang Junti clenched her fists.

"Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, and the Son of Heaven cannot be wrong. The ones who are wrong are always the petty people who deceive His Majesty."

"We are doing all this for the sake of the Great Zhou. His Majesty has only been temporarily deceived."

"You must protect the Great Zhou Dynasty well for me, and protect His Majesty well!"

Jiang Junti was even angrier, but he had no way to vent his anger.

The flames seemed to burn him to ashes, as if they were driving him mad.

Just then, another figure appeared in the white mist.

The man emerged from the golden light, his face serene; it was Guangyuan.

He stood beside Wei Mingxin, looked at Jiang Junti, and said, "Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Junti struck out with a backhand palm.

The palm wind passed through the monk's robe, and Guangyuan's figure disappeared like mist, only to re-form not far away.

"You wicked monk! What have you done?"

After talking with Ren Shan, Guangyuan gained a new understanding of himself.

He knew perfectly well who he was, where he came from, and where he was going.

Only by knowing "I" can we know "others".

Therefore, he gained a deeper understanding of those martial arts techniques and the Mirror of Observation.

Now, by channeling his inner energy, he can see the illusions of others through the golden light reflected in the mirror, and even appear within them to converse with those trapped in karmic obstacles.

Just like right now.

He looked at Jiang Junti, his voice calm and unhurried:

"You're definitely resentful. Why is someone else born to be an emperor? Why can he decide your life or death with a single word?"

"You train so hard in martial arts, risking your life on the edge, living like a dog? Just to serve those pigs and dogs?"

Where is your pride?

He paused.

"Oh, I forgot. You're not human."

"You are a knife."

That last sentence was like a thorn, piercing Jiang Junti's heart.

"shut up!"

Jiang Junti roared, his fist carrying the immense power of the Nine Dragons Overlord Body, and slammed towards that figure.

The force of the punch pierced through the mist and struck the mountain wall with a thunderous roar.

Guangyuan's figure drifted away, only to gather again in another place.

"You only know how to wield your knife against the weak," Guangyuan said calmly. "The people who truly harm you are the ones you don't even dare to look at."

"You can't avenge your grudges, you can't redress your grievances. The phrase 'loyalty to the emperor' binds you tightly."

"Is this how you live?"

Jiang Junti's eyes were bloodshot and her whole body was trembling.

"You wicked monk! What do you know about the principles of rulership and subjectship?! Who do you think you are, to presume to teach me how to do things?!"

"Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?"

Guangyuan looked at him, her eyes filled with pity, not mockery.

"I'm telling you, there's another way."

"Shut up, you wicked monk!!"

Jiang Junti was about to continue her tirade when she heard Guangyuan say, "Stubborn to the end!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a towering figure moved.

Wei Mingxin.

He had been standing silently in the fog, as still as a mountain. Suddenly, Wei Mingxin stepped forward and punched Jiang Junti in the chest!

"Bang!"

Jiang Junti staggered back three steps and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was stunned.

An illusion... how could it be hitting someone?

Before he could react, Wei Mingxin's voice boomed in his ear: "You wicked disciple! You dare to hide?"

Jiang Junti was startled.

That was his master's voice. It was what his master said when he hit him. It was what his master said when he was a child and he was being lazy during practice.

He dared not move.

The second punch landed on his shoulder.

The third punch, the fourth punch, punch after punch, each punch carrying the fierce power of the Nine Dragons Overlord Body, smashing his bones and tendons, smashing him until he spat out blood.

Jiang Junti did not dodge.

He knelt down.

That was his master. The person he respected most in his life. The person he was willing to risk his life for.

If Master wants to kill him, then let him be killed.

It's better to die here than to be ordered to commit suicide by the emperor someday.

It's better than being killed in a mission by an unknown person.