Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

“Master Shentong, why didn’t you try to stop him? Peng Bao Daoist’s heart isn’t with Buddhism. Even if he gets the Three Flowers Medicine Scripture, he might not come to help again. He was almost killed by Chu Mingkong’s Yin Shi Ren before, so he’s probably still wary…”

Monk Zhongtong said:

"Wouldn't that be perfect? ​​He's not really a Buddhist, and he's just being clever. We can tell the Bodhisattva that Peng Bao Daoist has ulterior motives, get rid of him, and get the Three Flowers Medicine Scripture. That would be another Buddhist classic for our Buddhist community."

"The Three Flowers Gather at the Top, the Five Elements Return to the Origin... It would be a waste to enshrine this medicine in the Taoist tradition."

As the three monks were talking, they all fell silent. They sensed that an uninvited guest had arrived and that the mountain had been isolated.

"Amitabha, please come out, benefactor," said the tall monk.

Chu Mingkong strode confidently across the threshold of the main hall, saw the three dazzling golden Buddha statues, and dramatically covered his eyes.

"Wow, what is this? Why are there still Buddha statues in Taoist temples these days? What are the names of the three masters?"

The three monks recognized the newcomer and their expressions became somewhat solemn, but since they could not sense the aura of the Yin Shi person, they felt a little more at ease.

The three introduced themselves briefly.

"Yuantong means having a clear and enlightened mind."

"Zhongtong, firm inside and gentle outside."

"Shentong, a small bend for a big gain."

A brief look of confusion crossed Chu Mingkong's face. "Your names are quite something. Are you all from the 'Tong' generation?"

"Excuse me, do you have a company called SF Express in your area?"

Monk Yuantong was taken aback, not expecting this fellow to ask such a strange question, but he still answered anyway:

"No, but there is a Taoist priest named Shunfeng in the Taoist sect."

"Alright, since you've been thinking about me for so long, I suppose there's no need for you to introduce yourselves, right?"

Chu Mingkong sat down on the threshold. He thought those people would announce his name, but they just watched him with a wary expression. This hurt him a little. He wanted to experience the feeling of having a powerful reputation that made everyone tremble.

The three monks were indeed a bit frightened. Chu Mingkong's appearance was completely unexpected. A prey they were about to launch a full-scale attack on had actually come to their door all by himself!

This anomaly is what makes them most wary. According to the intelligence they already have, Chu Mingkong's ability to kill the old King Chu is something to be wary of, but the helpers behind him are even more worthy of respect!

The man sitting on the threshold asked, "Tell me, what happened to Wei Zhong?"

The short monk said gently, "Of course he died. In his condition, no one could have saved him. After expressing his inner desires and bearing the 'price' for his daughter, his pressure disappeared, and he died peacefully."

Chu Mingkong sneered: "Why pretend to be so pretentious? After you converted him, you controlled him to pass on the 'price' to his daughter. You did it, so why do you always have to find so many reasons to cover up your actions? Do you really care that much about the golden robes you are wearing?"

"Benefactor Chu, although you destroyed the Buddha's fruit of my Dianming King, I still need to clarify this matter with you. When we converted Wei Zhong, he was already on the verge of mental collapse due to the 'price' we paid. We used the Mantra Technique on him to express his heart's desires and wishes."

Before he died, he expressed his gratitude to the poor monk, thanking him for allowing him to see the warmth of boundless light in the final moments of his life! He only regretted that he had not turned back sooner, drowning in the sea of ​​suffering, and that it was too late to turn back!

The Buddha would not allow family members to harm each other.

"Ha, that sounds nice. Do you know how your Blood Blade King murdered his wife and daughters before he died? Is this what you call not allowing the killing of family members?" Chu Mingkong stood up from the threshold and loosened his shoulders to warm up.

The three monks from the Blood Blade Bright King Palace didn't see anything wrong with this and calmly asked in return:

"It is indeed not allowed, but the Blood Blade King was forgiven by Buddha. He realized his own mistakes and delusions, his own karmic retribution, and entered the Buddhist order, achieving great enlightenment."

Such a great result has been destroyed by you, Benefactor Chu. Your evil deeds are even more profound and irredeemable than those of the Blood Blade King before his enlightenment!

No one can save you!

Chu Mingkong gripped the Lunar Eclipse Heavy Sword, listening to the monks' incessant chatter, which was truly annoyance.

"I'll cut you all with my sword, and randomly pick one lucky bald guy to go see your Blood Blade King."

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P.S.: My typing speed was slow today. I wanted to type more and finish this part in one go...

Chapter 251 I'm sorry, I was faking it

Chu Mingkong hadn't expected that he would be the one to utter those harsh words, but the three bald men opposite him would make their move before he could.

The moment the words fell, the three monks of the Tong generation trembled, their robes tore apart, and their bodies were not robust, even fat and big-eared, with a slightly "lucky" appearance. However, after white steam rose from their bodies, much of their fat was burned away.

The speed of change was visible to the naked eye. The three monks revealed the solid muscles beneath their fat and flesh, their arms were strong and powerful, and the blood energy emanating from their skin pores gathered into the monk's knives in their hands.

Before Chu Mingkong could make a move, they arrived with light and unpredictable movements, sometimes slow and sometimes fast. Their movements were like a reed adrift in a vast ocean, a feat known as "Crossing the River on a Reed"!

"when!"

The blade formed from blood energy slashed down without any fancy moves. It didn't want Chu Mingkong to detect the aura of its energy used to strike. This ordinary attack was the best way to test the waters, but all three strikes were blocked by Chu Mingkong's horizontal sword.

He defended himself silently, the Moon Eclipse Heavy Sword acting as a shield protecting him. However, when the blood blade slashed down, the blood energy shattered, and the aftershocks failed to harm Chu Mingkong in the slightest. But the blood energy that spread out along with the aftershocks struck the buildings on all four sides of the hall, and the walls were violently shaken away.

Immediately, the three monks withdrew their blood energy, which once again transformed into blades in their hands.

"This Taoist temple isn't yours, and you really don't care. These three masters are being a bit unreasonable." Chu Mingkong looked at the three people who were quickly creating distance between them. The threshold was right behind him, but he wasn't pushed back even a step.

"The lotus seat is for a Buddha statue, not a Taoist temple," Yuantong said, twirling the blood-red blade in his hand, its crimson light flashing and leaving a trail of bloody afterimages.

They retreated after their initial attack, remaining vigilant because they didn't believe Chu Mingkong had come alone. They were certain that the Yin Shi man had followed him. Given the tragedy at Qiamentuo, they dared not be careless; the slightest carelessness could cost them their lives.

However, they weren't entirely without countermeasures, but she had to show herself, and none of the three of them could die while she was there...

"Your words are indeed arrogant, but why are you so cowardly in action? Is this the confidence you have to come to me for treasure?"

Facing three enemies, Chu Mingkong advanced instead of retreating, charging forward. Extreme Yin Fire spiritual energy flowed into the broad and sacred blade of his greatsword, and every swing produced a dark and sinister flame.

The coordination between the three blood-blade monks was extremely subtle. Their cooperation was like a formation, with their movements mirroring the formation, their attacks and defenses constantly changing!

Amidst the ruins of the Taoist temple, a black, fiery sword shadow fought alone against three blood-red blade lights, holding its own, but for the time being unable to break through the opponent's coordinated attack and defense.

The peaks were largely eroded in the aftermath of the battle, with rocks constantly rolling down the mountainside and large chunks of rock sometimes falling. Only the three golden Buddhas on the lotus platform remained unmoved.

If the outside world hadn't been temporarily isolated by the talisman array, the Buddhist followers in Kongpai Songku Town would have seen sword lights and blade shadows flying out from the mountain peak where the Taoist temple was located, striking the talisman array without affecting the town below.

Monk Zhongtong quietly exerted his power, and the boundless golden light behind him suddenly shone brightly. In that golden light as brilliant as the sun, Monk Shentong suddenly jumped out, wielding two blood-red blades to ambush Chu Mingkong. Chu Mingkong met the blades with his sword, and in the bright and sharp sword light, three celestial figures with rosy clouds and moon-like grace flew out.

As the Xuan Nu Sword Scripture was activated, Chu Mingkong's sword transformed into three sword intent fairies.

Master's sword intent crashed through Yuantong like a meteor, creating a cloud of blood mist that was unclear whether it was from Yuantong's own expulsion or from the shattering of the blood blade; Sister's sword intent, carrying frost and ice, left icy wounds on Shentong's body, the blood still freezing into ice shards, tearing the wounds apart; Xuan Nu's sword intent was the most direct, its killing power striking down, splitting the boundless Buddhist light behind Zhongtong in two before dissipating.

Once they reached the Divine Soul Realm, it was truly difficult to kill their enemies without overwhelming strength. The Buddhist scripture on the three monks' bodies crawled and chanted Buddhist scriptures. Their injuries healed in the blink of an eye. Their complexions were rosy, their breathing was normal, and they were excited and thrilled by the fighting spirit.

The three monks were of one mind and could communicate silently even during battle.

“The three of us are all at the second or third level of the Divine Soul Realm. When we work together, we can even fight across minor levels without being at a disadvantage. This Chu Mingkong is really a bit strange. I haven’t seen him use any Divine Soul Realm skills, but he doesn’t seem to be losing any strength!”

"It's a pity that neither of the two Arhats came with us yet, otherwise this fellow would have walked right into our trap..."

"We can't go on like this. We have to force that Yin Shi person out. Otherwise, with her in the shadows, we won't dare to act freely. Let's suppress her first. Zhongtong, prepare the Buddhist treasures. When the time comes, we'll directly recite the Golden Light Mantra to deliver that Yin Shi person from suffering."

"That's the way to go. No matter how strange Chu Mingkong's combat strength is, he can't harm us. As long as we can get rid of his Yin Shi Ren reliance, things will be much easier to handle in the future!"

With the decision made, both sides were quietly preparing for a powerful counterattack to force out the Yin Shi Ren.

The minor Buddhist supernatural powers such as Lion's Manifestation, Mustard Seed Swallowing Mount Sumeru, and Sticky Clothes Strength quietly circulated in their spiritual meridians, accumulating willpower in their souls.

Chu Mingkong glanced at the Sword Intent Fairy beside him. It was a pity they didn't have real physical forms; otherwise, he could have easily embraced one on each side. He pointed his sword at the three bald men with one hand.

"Why have you been silent for so long? Don't you like to make all sorts of noble and righteous excuses for your actions? Say a few more words for us to hear."

Yuantong said generously and readily:

"Then let's talk about Wei Zhong. I swear to Buddha that I have never controlled Wei Zhong's mind. I only made him express his true feelings, instead of just spouting empty words."

He was already weary of trying to deal with the 'cost' and wanted to give up everything, go back to be the clan leader in peace, and wipe away a calamity for the clan.

Deep down, he already regretted his actions, realizing that his self-indulgent behavior was actually youthful arrogance and a lack of remorse. How could he only wake up at the very end of his life?

Chu Mingkong was not swayed by the three men's words. In the illusory information left by Wei Zhong, he had already clearly witnessed the three monks' ability to use their words to bewitch people. The words spoken by the three men were like sheep droppings, one after another.

Even assuming the worst-case scenario, if Wei Zhong really did speak his heart and pass the "price" to Qing Ning, Chu Mingkong could barely... very barely accept it.

When people are in pain, the thought of giving up always crosses their minds, but it is their willpower that allows them to persevere. Wei Zhong was not a saint, and perhaps during the long process of leaving his hometown to seek refuge, he may have had thoughts of giving up due to exhaustion, and wanted to carry out the plan to frame someone according to the wishes of the previous family head.

Yet he still chose to stay away from Xiling, always refusing the temptation when he was rational and clear-headed, bearing it all alone. It was not surprising that he made some strange decisions when the "price" made him lose his rationality and became confused and unable to control himself.

"Judging by actions, not intentions, a poor family has no filial sons. I know that when Uncle Wei was sober, he did not do anything to harm Qingning. You see it as letting others express their inner desires, but in reality, it is just forcibly transferring so-called Buddhist affinity."

Taking advantage of his weakness and inability to resist, they lured Uncle Wei into revealing the temptations he had been resisting, claiming that he had finally spoken his true desires.

You all seem to really enjoy whitewashing yourselves, and when you can't whitewash yourselves anymore, you resort to maliciously smearing others. Is there some underlying mentality or unspoken rules behind this?

“But what’s done is done. Does he really need so many reasons? He did pass on the calamity to his wife and daughters. It’s just that he realized it too late, yet he received such understanding from Benefactor Chu. He’s really too forgiving!”

Ugh, I made a stupid mistake again...

Why try to argue with monks about right and wrong? These monks have two sets of standards for people. They use their own set of noble and righteous reasons to excuse themselves from the rules, but when others do something, they follow the rules without exception.

Chu Mingkong charged forward once again, black flames surging, like a giant black dragon swimming on the mountaintop, its flames blazing and its aura overwhelming.

What came next was a huge golden lion's head biting down, its gaping maw contorted in fury, yet also possessing a majestic and dignified appearance.

Chu Mingkong also noticed that the three monks had remained in their respective stances, but in the end, only one lion's head appeared. He guessed that the killing move was hidden behind the lion's head's domineering appearance.

The three monks were on high alert, and so was Chu Mingkong. The three Buddha statues had survived so many battles without any damage, which was cause for concern.

Chu Mingkong dared not be careless. In order to avoid the possibility that the lion's head might be hiding a Buddhist supernatural power such as a salvation spell, which could bring about unpredictable changes, he instantly entered the state of extreme abyss transformation, using the power of extreme yin to ignore all threats of spells.

Moonlight flowed from the Eclipse Greatsword, intertwining with black flames and extending the blade, making it still a proportionally large greatsword in Chu Mingkong's enlarged hand.

With a single sword strike, the sword pierced through the air and slashed down at the monk Zhongtong, who had been previously struck by the Xuan Nu's sword intent. The monk Zhongtong gathered his blood energy, turning his entire body crimson like a cooked lobster. His body also grew to three meters in size. The blood-red blade in his hand clashed with Chu Mingkong's heavy sword, sparks flying like meteorites, and the sound of metal striking metal was deafening!

The talisman array surrounding the Taoist temple on the mountain could not withstand the impact of such a battle and eventually exploded.

The monks at the foot of the mountain then realized that a battle was taking place on the mountain. Much of the peak had been sheared away, and two towering figures were fighting on the summit, as if they were battling on wooden stakes in the clouds, ready to break the mountain at any moment.

The other two monks of the Tong generation continued to attack, brandishing their blood-red knives and flashing and slashing at Chu Mingkong's feet, making him appear like a foot care master.

As the swords clashed, both sides appeared to be giving it their all, holding nothing back. Monk Zhongtong's body trembled, and Chu Mingkong's sword-wielding arm also shook from the exertion. The crimson in his eyes flickered like flickering flames.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the monk Zhongtong, whose appearance resembled braised lobster, sighed again:

“Benefactor Chu, do you still remember saying that you would take us all with one sword? It’s a real pity. You have already struck many times, and we are unharmed.”

Now, facing only me, your hand is trembling even as you hold your sword. Quickly summon your trump card, or you're going to die.

Chu Mingkong, now in his Abyss form, appeared to be grimacing and exerting himself, but the black blood on his face suddenly dissipated, revealing the true nature of his face below. He was indeed grimacing, and in a rather exaggerated way.

But his exaggerated expression suddenly froze, replaced by a kind and cheerful smile. His trembling arms suddenly regained their strength and stood firmly still, even...