The Demon King, reborn in Japan as a monk

The Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, or the Sunflower Manual, is different. Perhaps because its creator was a eunuch and wanted to be more masculine, the Sunflower Manual initially followed the path of extreme yang. Therefore, every meridian cultivated was a yang-attribute meridian or guiding meridian. This is why cultivators would be burned by yang fire from the very beginning of their cultivation, wishing they could transform into werewolves and fight in brothels for three days and three nights until they died.

Therefore, if one wants to succeed in cultivation, besides castration, the only other options are to take forbidden drugs or seal the relevant acupoints.

But just as the saying goes, "concentrating on one point leads to the pinnacle," any martial art that goes to extremes can also have terrifying effects. Therefore, whether it's the Heavenly Demon Yin Condensation Technique, which pursues the ultimate Yin, or the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique, which pursues the ultimate Yang, not only is the training speed extremely fast, but the power that comes after successful training is also terrifying.

The most striking feature is its superhuman and terrifying speed!

Next comes pure, flawless Yin or Yang internal energy. This makes them less susceptible to injury from the enemy's internal energy when competing in internal strength, and allows them to unleash powerful momentum in battle, achieving three or even five times the effect with one unit of strength.

This is why practitioners of the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, despite having only practiced the technique for one or two years, can fight and even defeat sect leaders like Yu Canghai, the head of the Qingcheng Sect.

This is not only because of the environment, which makes it difficult for the martial arts masters in the world of Swordsman to possess the profound internal skills that the martial arts masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties could master, but also because the quality of their internal skills is far inferior to that of Lin Pingzhi at that time. Coupled with his superhuman speed and the bizarre Evil-Repelling Sword Technique, there is no reason why Yu Canghai could escape.

"In that case, it really isn't right to just hand over the Heavenly Enchantment Yin to Lin Pingzhi directly," Yue Buqun muttered, looking at the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual in his hand.

After all, although the two techniques present very similar effects, their underlying principles and the meridians through which they operate are significantly different. If the Heavenly Enchantment Yin Condensation Technique were truly handed over to Lin Pingzhi, although he wouldn't need to castrate himself, the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique would essentially be rendered useless.

After all, the strangeness of the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique lies not in the moves themselves, but in the meridians that enhance the speed of the moves. This conflicts with the Heavenly Demon Yin Condensation Technique. If one were to forcibly combine them, the only outcome would likely be going astray and becoming crippled.

Therefore, if Lin Pingzhi wants to overcome the future danger of his family's annihilation, he still needs to start with the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual itself.

Fortunately, although Shi Yuanzhang's future primordial spirit, which he cultivated in the Yangshen World, was not brought over and remained with his main body, his primordial spirit was still a Taiyi Golden Immortal-level existence. Whether it was his knowledge or the speed of his thinking, it was incomparable to the people in the current martial arts world. With just a little thought, Yue Buqun came up with several ways to successfully cultivate the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual without castrating himself.

Is it just the price...?

Because of the involvement of certain hidden points, the deeper a cultivator's skill, the less they will have thoughts about that kind of thing, and they may even develop a twisted mindset, developing feelings of attraction towards men...

"It's truly a sin. But compared to the tragic death of his entire family, Lin Pingzhi would probably accept this price," Yue Buqun muttered, stroking his beard.

Without further ado, he leaped out of the Lin family's old residence and used his light-footed skill to reach the Lin family's Fuwei Escort Agency. Avoiding the servants and guards who lacked even a shred of internal energy, he found Lin Pingzhi's room and unleashed a powerful "Heaven-Shattering Earth-Shattering Technique," pulling Lin Pingzhi into the illusion he had created—

In the future, when the Lin family suffers a massacre.

……

"Father, Mother!" Lin Pingzhi cried out in grief as he watched his father die tragically in the dilapidated temple.

"Do you want to save your parents? Do you want to change all of this?" Just as Lin Pingzhi was grieving beside his parents' corpses, a faint voice, as if coming from the horizon, rang out.

"Who?" Lin Pingzhi's expression changed upon hearing this, and he quickly turned his head to look around.

He had sensed something was wrong long ago.

It wasn't that he sensed the presence of other people, but rather that he sensed the abnormality of the environment before him. For example, he appeared here in the dilapidated temple when his parents were being tortured by the Qingcheng Sect, but the Qingcheng Sect members and his parents seemed to be unable to see him. No matter how he shouted or tried to stop them, he couldn't influence what was happening.

This is the real reason why he was able to detect the sound the moment it was heard.

Although he is sad, he understands that what he is seeing is not real. He has not yet lost his mind and is unable to pay attention to the outside world. To put it bluntly, he is not as sad as he is in the original story.

"Do you want to change what's before you?" Ishihara Sho walked out of the void, his face shrouded in holy light, making it impossible to discern his appearance, and spoke in a calm voice.

“…I think so!” Lin Pingzhi answered firmly after a long silence.

"Then I will grant your wish." With that, Ishihara Akira flashed in front of Lin Pingzhi and, to Lin Pingzhi's astonishment, tapped his forehead with his finger, instilling the newly modified Evil-Repelling Sword Manual into Lin Pingzhi's mind.

"The Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, who exactly are you?" After a moment, Lin Pingzhi, having digested the knowledge in his mind, looked up at Ishihara Akira with an incredulous expression and asked.

“I am your great-grandfather, Lin Yuantu…”

Chapter 671 Laying a Trap in the Jianghu

In summary, Ishihara Akira plays Lin Pingzhi's great-great-grandfather, Lin Zhennan's great-grandfather, the founder of the Lin family, and the original Zen Master Hongye, Lin Yuantu. Because he was about to be reincarnated, he was granted permission to see his relatives at the Wangxiangtai (Viewing Hometown Terrace). Then, Old Lin saw the future tragedy of the Lin family. Not wanting the tragedy to happen, he rushed into the Wangxiangtai, attempting to return to the mortal world and change the future of the Lin family. Unexpectedly, he did not return, but his thoughts entered the dreams of his descendants for some inexplicable reason, which led to Lin Pingzhi's current predicament.

As for the question of its rationality...

Since it's all a scam anyway, why bother with any rationale?

Lin Pingzhi can't go to the underworld, so he can't just do whatever Ishihara Akira says.

Then Yue Buqun ignored the Fuwei Escort Agency, which was likely to be in chaos for a while, rested for a day, and then set off for Putian, where the Southern Shaolin Temple was located...

……

However, upon arriving at the Putian Shaolin Temple, Yue Buqun didn't formally pay his respects. Instead, just as he had done in Fuzhou, he waited until late at night, changed into his night clothes, and sneaked into the temple like a true thief. Using his superior martial arts skills, he located the Sutra Repository and, without any hesitation, infiltrated it. He deliberately acted as if he were clumsy, searching through martial arts manuals, making quite a commotion that attracted the attention of the monks guarding the scriptures.

"Who dares to break into my temple's scripture pavilion and steal!"

As he spoke, a kind-looking middle-aged monk appeared in front of the bookshelf where Yue Buqun was. Without saying a word, he used his Dragon Claw Hand to grab Yue Buqun.

Yue Buqun dodged the attack, simultaneously throwing the scripture he was holding at the attacker's face. He then quickly rushed out of the scripture pavilion with the remaining books, which were of unknown origin—whether Buddhist scriptures or genuine martial arts manuals.

Then, an even bigger commotion spread throughout the entire Putian Shaolin Temple.

More monks began to appear, surrounding Yue Buqun like hunters.

Yue Buqun engaged in a battle of wits with his opponents without displaying an exaggerated or overwhelming power. After attracting sufficient attention, he seized an opportunity to set fire to the kitchen of the Putian Shaolin Temple. Under the cover of the fire, the mountains, and the night, he escaped the pursuing monks of the Putian Shaolin Temple and disappeared into the vast sea of ​​trees.

The very next day, news spread like wildfire throughout Putian and even the Fuzhou area that thieves had broken into the Sutra Pavilion at night and stolen several secret martial arts techniques passed down within the Putian Shaolin Temple, attracting the attention of many martial arts practitioners.

……

Two days later, in a restaurant in Fuzhou.

"Have you heard? The Buddhist scripture pavilion at the Putian Shaolin Temple was robbed," the man drinking suddenly whispered to his friend beside him.

"I'm not deaf, how could I not have heard about something this big?" the man's friend scoffed.

"Do you know what kind of martial arts manuals were lost from the Shaolin Temple in Putian?"

"You know?" the man's friend questioned.

“I actually know,” the man said smugly.

"How did you know?" the man asked in surprise.

"That's all thanks to my third uncle's son. He's a tenant farmer at the Putian Shaolin Temple and is quite familiar with the monks there. He heard about it from one of them during a casual conversation."

"Then tell me quickly, what martial arts techniques have been lost at the Putian Shaolin Temple?"

"Hmm?" The man smiled and pointed to what was in front of him.

The man immediately understood and called out, "Waiter, bring me a pot of wine!"

"okay."

A short while later, the waiter brought over the drinks.

The man's friend immediately stepped in to help him, adopting a posture of listening attentively.

"Since you're so sensible, I'll have a good talk with you," the man said with a smug smile.

"Hurry up."

"The martial arts stolen from the Putian Shaolin Temple this time mainly consist of three techniques: the Dragon Claw Hand and the Bodhi Heart Sutra from the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts, as well as a martial art called the Sunflower Manual," the man said in a low voice, taking a sip of his drink, as if to appear mysterious.

"The Sunflower Manual? Isn't that a martial art of the Demonic Cult? How could the Shaolin Temple in Putian have it?" the man asked in astonishment.

Clearly, I never expected to hear the name of such a miraculous skill from my friend.

Although his friend was also a member of the martial arts world, he was just a low-level person, about the same level as the porters of the Fuwei Escort Agency, or at most the level of the head escort. He had a lot of farming skills, but no real inheritance, let alone the ability to cultivate internal energy. He was significantly different from him, who had joined a gang and might even be associated with the Demonic Sect if you really wanted to.

And seemingly because the sound was too loud, the entire tavern fell silent at the sound of that low shout, and everyone turned to look at the two of them.

"I don't know about that. Anyway, I heard that one of the martial arts stolen from the Putian Shaolin Temple was that Sunflower Manual." The man was probably drunk and still didn't notice the change in the atmosphere in the tavern. He explained to himself.

……

And from that day on, the martial arts world, which had previously been indifferent to the theft of the Putian Shaolin Temple, suddenly became turbulent.

After all, that's the Sunflower Manual!

The divine skill cultivated by Dongfang Bubai, the number one martial arts master in the world and the leader of the Demonic Cult, is something that people in the martial arts world would naturally covet. So, in an instant, Fuzhou City, and even the surrounding provincial cities and towns, became lively. People from all walks of life in the martial arts world gathered to search for the possible thief who stole the Buddhist scriptures from the Putian Shaolin Temple.

Yue Buqun was the same. Instead of hiding, he continued to impersonate the thief, operating in towns and cities several more times. He even fought with someone, and when he was defeated, he threw out the so-called Bodhi Heart Sutra and Dragon Claw Hand manuals to enhance the authenticity of the Sunflower Manual. This caused all the martial arts practitioners who were tracking him to become completely agitated, and they even started fighting each other for the Dragon Claw Hand and Bodhi Heart Sutra manuals. Only then did he leisurely change his identity and leave the vortex of the Sunflower Manual openly, heading to the Yunnan-Guizhou region instead...

"The Five Poisons Sect and such could perhaps be put to use. And that Blue Phoenix, it seems we could also take advantage of her." Yue Buqun muttered to himself with a relaxed expression as he rode his horse.

……

"Who goes there!?" It was still late at night. Deep inside the Five Poisons Sect headquarters, in the room belonging to the sect leader, Lan Fenghuang, who was practicing martial arts, suddenly opened her eyes and shouted sharply towards the door.

"Not bad." Without making any disguise, Yue Buqun appeared directly in the room.

"You are, Master Yue, the Gentleman Sword Sect Leader? Such behavior seems somewhat unworthy of Master Yue's title of Gentleman Sword Sect Leader." Upon seeing the newcomer's appearance, Lan Fenghuang responded with a slight change in expression.

“There’s no need to go through all that formalities to deal with a heretic like you,” Yue Buqun said with a smile.

Chapter 672 Life and Death Talisman

"Then why would the renowned Gentleman Sword Master Yue sneak into a woman's boudoir in the dead of night?" Lan Fenghuang chuckled silently, then asked in a slightly sarcastic tone.

"If I said I came here to steal your fragrance and jade, what would Leader Lan think?" Yue Buqun chuckled.

"Sect Leader Yue really doesn't hide anything. Aren't you afraid that once this gets out, your reputation and that of the Huashan Sect will plummet?" Lan Fenghuang's expression changed upon hearing this, and she tensed her muscles as she spoke up to remind him.

"I believe you won't tell anyone." Yue Buqun walked to the table in the middle of the room, picked up the kettle on it, poured the water into his hand, and said.

"Doctor Yue wants to kill us to silence us?" Lan Fenghuang asked nervously.

"Not at all." Yue Buqun circulated his internal energy, and the clear water in his hand immediately transformed into several crystal-clear ice shards under the influence of his cold-attribute internal energy: "Because you are still useful to me."

After saying that, Yue Buqun suddenly swung his arm, and the ice shard in his hand shot towards Lan Fenghuang like a hidden weapon.

Lan Fenghuang was always wary of Yue Buqun's actions, so when Yue Buqun made his move, she dodged away and was not immediately hit by the ice shard.

But then, Yue Buqun appeared in front of Lan Fenghuang as if by ghost. He pointed his empty hand into a sword shape and quickly touched Lan Fenghuang's body. Lan Fenghuang's body immediately stiffened, as if she had been frozen in place.

Then, Yue Buqun poured the water jug ​​he was holding back onto his palm, circulated his internal energy, and created several more ice shards. Then, under Lan Fenghuang's watchful gaze, he threw the ice shards into Lan Fenghuang's body.

Lan Fenghuang was stunned, not quite understanding what Yue Buqun was doing, but she also understood that Yue Buqun was going to such lengths to hit her with this thing, so he obviously had no good intentions.

Sure enough, the next moment, as her acupoints were released, a sensation that penetrated deep into her bones, like thousands of ants gnawing at her body, quickly rose from the bottom of her heart and spread rapidly, making Lan Fenghuang unable to help but scratch her body with her hands.

Moreover, the more you scratch, the itchier it gets, and you quickly fall into a state of frenzy.

"What did you do to me?" Lan Fenghuang asked painfully, realizing that the ice shards that had been injected into her body earlier were now taking effect.

"Do you know about the Life and Death Talisman?" Yue Buqun first casually tossed the water jug ​​in his hand back into the distance using his internal energy, then turned around and sat on Lan Fenghuang's bed. He looked at Lan Fenghuang, who was only wearing a cloth apron and underpants, and was scratching her skin incessantly, even leaving red marks on her skin, and chuckled.

"Oh right, you probably don't know this. After all, the sect that mastered the Life and Death Talisman was destroyed at the end of the Northern Song Dynasty. Given the history of your Five Poisons Sect, it's impossible that you've ever heard of this sect. But I can kindly explain the effects of the Life and Death Talisman to you."