Martial Arts Crossover: I am the strongest demonic monk of Tianlong Temple

"Eighteen years later, I'll be a hero again!"

"Then I'll play the villain, kill even more people, and sleep with even more women. What can you do about it then?!"

He roared, channeling the last of his inner energy into his palms, "Hmph! Send me to see Buddha? I'll send you to hell first!"

"I'll fight you to the death..."

boom!

Before Yun Zhonghe could finish speaking, Chen Mo slapped him across the face.

The palm strike slammed into his head, instantly shattering his entire skull, just like a watermelon being smashed open, with blood and flesh flying everywhere!

"Noisy!"

Chen Mo picked at his ear. "What do you mean by continuing to be a villain in the next life? That's utterly ridiculous!"

"You think you can get away with this?!"

After saying that, he turned and left without giving the headless corpse another glance.

To be honest, letting these people die so easily is really letting them off too easily.

If Chen Mo knew the Life and Death Talisman, he would definitely let these people experience what it means to wish they were dead!

The strong smell of blood permeated the mountains and forests, which would soon attract jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards, but that's another story.

Right now, there's another major villain on the other side who needs to be dealt with.

At the same time, Mu Wanqing finally recovered from the shock.

The surroundings were deathly silent, with only Duan Yanqing's intermittent 'hoarse' sounds coming from his severely injured body.

Whoosh!

As soon as the sound of something cutting through the air subsided, Chen Mo's figure appeared in front of Mu Wanqing like a ghost.

Seeing that he returned so quickly, Mu Wanqing subconsciously assumed that Chen Mo had failed to catch up with Yun Zhonghe, and was about to say a few words of comfort.

Unexpectedly, Chen Mo walked straight to Duan Yanqing, who was lying on the ground.

"You're the only one left, Crown Prince Yanqing..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Wanqing's beautiful eyes widened in shock, "He... he actually caught up with Yun Zhonghe so quickly, and..."

Looking at Chen Mo's back, she felt that her 'husband's' strength was becoming increasingly unfathomable.

Duan Yanqing was naturally not surprised to hear this.

Taking advantage of the brief respite Chen Mo had while chasing Yun Zhonghe, he managed to suppress some of his injuries, his abdomen bulging.

His deep voice came from his abdomen, "Heh...heh...I, Duan Yanqing, have committed countless evils throughout my life...I have no regrets about dying..."

"But... Master... could you grant me a little more time?"

"Once I've settled my revenge..."

"...I will certainly...personally offer up my life."

Chen Mo shook his head.

Duan Yanqing was greatly disappointed. "Master... is he afraid I won't keep my promise?!"

Chen Mo shook his head again, "I believe you will keep your promise, but I cannot ask you to do so."

"The situation in Dali is very good right now; the people live and work in peace and contentment, and the area is thriving..."

"Our Tenryu-ji Temple... will not tolerate internal strife again!!"

Chapter 46 The dust has settled; heading to Suzhou.

Upon hearing this, Duan Yanqing's last glimmer of hope was completely extinguished.

"How hateful! How hateful!"

"How unjust is the way of Heaven!"

His abdomen pounded violently, and his voice was filled with despair and resentment!

Seeing his expression, Chen Mo smiled calmly, "However... Crown Prince Yanqing, this humble monk can tell you a piece of news."

Duan Yanqing was taken aback, and a barely perceptible ripple flashed in his lifeless eyes.

As a dying man, he couldn't understand what message the other party wanted to tell him.

Chen Mo slowly said, "Although you are destined to be forever barred from the throne and will never become the emperor of Dali..."

"But...your son can!"

"W-what?!"

These words were like a thunderclap from the heavens, leaving Duan Yanqing's mind blank!

His eyes widened suddenly, revealing extreme shock, bewilderment, and a look of disbelief that even he himself could not believe.

"What nonsense are you spouting?!"

His abdomen bulged like a bellows, the movements were so great that they aggravated his internal injuries, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

His aura instantly weakened.

"I, Duan Yanqing, have never had a wife or concubine in my entire life... I'm practically a cripple... Where... where did I get a son?!"

"Master, you must be lying to me!"

"Amitabha."

Chen Mo clasped his hands together and said calmly, "That's why I say this is fate playing tricks on people, and the will of Heaven is unpredictable."

Then, he said, slowly and deliberately, "Outside Tianlong Temple, under the Bodhi tree. A beggar, disheveled, and Guanyin, with long hair!"

These sixteen characters seem to possess magic!

Duan Yanqing trembled violently, his mind went blank, and everything in front of him suddenly became blurry.

My thoughts seemed to be pulled back to a full moon night more than 20 years ago.

He was critically injured and on the verge of death, contemplating suicide, but in his fading consciousness, he suddenly saw a woman in white slowly approaching from the mist...

He always believed that the passionate lovemaking of that night was a dream he had before his death, a sign of the Bodhisattva's mercy and enlightenment...

Could it be... could it not be a dream?!

Is that 'white-robed bodhisattva' a real person?!

And also...

Thinking of this, an indescribable surge of heat rushed to the top of his head!

A voice seemed to be screaming wildly in my chest, "I have a son!"

"I, Duan Yanqing...have an heir!"

Fame, fortune, honor, and imperial status are nothing compared to the prestige of having a son.

Duan Yanqing had no doubt about the truthfulness of what Chen Mo said.

After all, apart from himself and that unknown 'female bodhisattva,' there was absolutely no way a third person could know about this!

As for why Chen Mo knew, he didn't care!

"Hahaha...hahaha...hahahaha!"

Duan Yanqing suddenly looked up at the sky, his abdomen bulging, and his muffled laughter was filled with endless relief!

His life was full of hardships and suffering. He even became a demon. He thought everything was over, but at the end of his life, he learned such shocking news!

The laughter stopped abruptly.

He looked at Chen Mo deeply, his eyes filled with complex and unfathomable emotions—gratitude, relief, and a resolute sense of having no more attachments.

Immediately, Duan Yanqing raised his only movable right palm, gathered all the remaining true energy in his body, and slammed it down on the top of his head without hesitation!

boom!

With a muffled thud, this former prince of Dali, who later became notorious for his evil deeds, took his own life and died.

Chen Mo looked at Duan Yanqing's corpse, put his hands together, and chanted a Buddhist mantra.

Then, he raised his hand and blasted a deep crater next to the corpse.

They pushed Duan Yanqing's body inside and then reburied it with soil.

Seeing this, Mu Wanqing found a stone nearby.

Chen Mo nodded, then used his palms like knives to carve the stone into a monument, which he erected in front of the grave mound.

Unmarked Monument!

……

……

Several days later, on the official road leading to the Mantuo Villa in Suzhou.

The clatter of horses' hooves broke the morning's tranquility.

Mu Wanqing rode a magnificent black horse, her posture upright, her black veil fluttering in the wind.

She originally wanted to buy Chen Mo a horse for transportation, but he politely declined.

Chen Mo's reason was that by measuring the earth with his own two feet, he could get closer to nature and feel the vitality of all things.

In fact, he has integrated the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) into his daily walking, which means he is practicing it all the time.

But at this moment, Chen Mo's face showed obvious helplessness.

He turned his head and said to Mu Wanqing, who was riding on horseback, "Miss Mu, please don't follow me anymore..."

"It was quite unexpected to see your appearance."

Mu Wanqing was still covered by a black veil, but when she heard what Chen Mo said, her eyes curved into crescent moons.

She gently tugged on the reins, bringing the horse closer to Chen Mo, and her voice came through the veil, "How can you be so forgetful?"

“You are my husband now. Wherever my husband goes, as his wife, I should naturally follow.”