The Heavens: Rebirth of Xu Zhu, Recognizing His Father at the Beginning

Chapter 35 Sword Sacrifice

"Hahahaha! Do you act chivalrously? Don't get me wrong, you are just sacrifices to the sword."

In an instant, a trace of scarlet blood condensed on the scabbard, and bursts of fishy wind blew in all directions from Ye Wuxin.

Seeing this, the lewd monks who were still laughing originally grasped the hilts of their knives, wary of his movements.

The long sword was unsheathed, and a shadow of blood flashed past. The monk closest to Ye Wuxin was cut in two, and even the sword in his hand was broken into two sections.

"This kid is weird, brothers, form a formation!"

The big-eared monk gave an order, and more than 20 people surrounded Ye Wuxin. The swords in their hands used the power to split Huashan Mountain and blockade all directions at the same time.

With a cold snort, Ye Wuxin placed the long sword in front of him and flicked it with his inner strength.

Zheng!!!

The crisp sword cry was accompanied by the original blood energy gushing out from the Blood River Sword, and a sweet smell turned into blood mist and instantly enveloped a radius of more than ten meters.

Seeing that their sight was blocked, the group of obscene monks couldn't help but want to get out of the blood mist, but everyone was scurrying around like headless flies.

Within the blood mist, Ye Wuxin swung his sword horizontally and killed the four wild monks closest to him with one strike, and then quickly eliminated those affected by the blood mist one by one.

After bathing and changing clothes in the inn, taking a short rest, and having a quick meal, Ye Wuxin went straight to Zhiguan Temple.

The big-eared monk had a look of fear on his face. If he hadn't been far away and took a few steps back before the blood mist got closer, he might have been caught too.

'Qiao Feng and A'Zhu acted quickly, but Xiao Yuanshan's action was even faster. Mr. Tan and Po Tan died. The next step was the iron-faced Shan family, and finally the Tiantai Mountain Zhiguan Temple.'

"The devil is evil? I am a serious Shaolin monk, and I will not tolerate your slander!"

Most of the villagers were extremely happy to see their relatives back, but a few looked at them with expressions on their faces, as if they were hesitant to speak.

Not caring about the old man's attempts to stay, nor the strange expressions on his face, Ye Wuxin hurried towards the lair of those wild monks.

Slowly move the Buddha statue, lift up the wooden board below, and a deep bluestone staircase appears, along with a strange smell.

"Amitabha, I'm sorry."

Of course, another reason is that he doesn't want people to discover those lifeless corpses.

After a while, the mummies, all of which had been drained of their blood, were scattered on the ground. It was impossible to tell whether they were humans or animals.

This guy's way.

"Donor, Zen Master Zhiguang invites you."

After pulling out the black iron dagger and cutting off the chains on the women and children, the women still sat there blankly, as if they had become accustomed to it.

The blood energy in the Blood River Sword can disrupt other people's minds, and coupled with half of his own internal strength, he can easily deal with these unruly monks.

After a long time, more than 30 women and children in the secret room were lying on two carts and rushed home under the escort of Ye Wuxin.

"Uncle? Why are you here?"

Among them was the little girl who served him food last night.

The scenery of Tiantai Mountain is beautiful, and the mountain roads are winding and steep, making it rugged and difficult to navigate.

After running around for several days and nights, Ye Wuxin took a look at the Qiantang River and finally arrived at Tiantai County.

"Young hero! Thank you for your generous action. I am deeply grateful!"

Laughing dumbly, Ye Wuxin searched around the ruined temple and soon discovered a secret passage under a Buddha statue.

Ye Wuxin looked at him expressionlessly and said indifferently.

"Amitabha, it's my fault that I let them die so easily. It seems that it is a bit advantageous to them."

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me."

Under the mountain gate, Ye Wuxin slightly changed his appearance. After handing a greeting card to the little novice monk, he slowly looked around.

The little girl rubbed her eyes, as if she hadn't woken up yet.

Thinking of this, Ye Wuxin frowned and seemed to be speeding up.

For those women whose villages were destroyed, he could only leave some belongings for their living expenses.

As soon as he entered the inn, he heard the people around him talking about the deaths of Tan Gong Tan Po and Zhao Qiansun, which made his heart sink.

Seeing this, he showed no expression and was ready to leave.

Unfortunately, the gap in strength cannot be changed with just one word of hard work.

After a while, the little novice monk saluted Ye Wuxin.

After confirming that the fire would not affect innocent people, Ye Wuxin turned around and left, rushing towards Tiantai Mountain.

Ye Wuxin spoke righteously, not paying attention to the blood mist and corpses behind him.

"Brothers, fight with him!"

It wasn't until the old man appeared and discovered that it was Ye Wuxin and other female family members who had left that they came back, and then he quickly knocked on the doors of many villagers.

"The blood of more than twenty lives has not changed even a little bit in color. It's really edible."

Here, more than a dozen women were restrained with chains. Not far away, the bodies of several women and children were piled aside, allowing rats to gnaw at them.

It wasn't until Ye Wuxin woke up the women and children that the monk had not yet had time to take action that their expressions changed slightly.

"You! What kind of evil path are you in?"

After ventilating for a while, Ye Wuxin slowly walked down the stairs. In less than a stick of incense, he came to a wide underground secret room.

"Sister! Sister! I am Huan'er!"

As the sun was setting, two carts slowly drove into the entrance of the village.

The four of them came forward with their swords in hand, as if they were risking their lives, completely losing their initial cat-and-mouse attitude.

What they cared about was that their wives had lost their reputation, and they did not think about the reason for this.

During the conversation, other women who had woken up hurriedly rushed to the other side, towards their acquaintances.

"I'm just cleaning up a few Buddhist scum for the Buddha. No need to be polite. I have something important to do. Farewell."

"Don't call me uncle, forget it, I'll take you home."

Most of the women who are still alive have sallow faces and dull eyes. The person who was just brought here this morning is also among them. It seems that someone has used sweat medicine to completely faint them.

After collecting the gold and silver belongings buried by the monks, a fire appeared and burned all the sins under the ruined temple in the wilderness.

After a while, the blood mist slowly dissipated, leaving only four masters and Ye Wuxin alone in the temple.

Looking at the sword quietly, Ye Wuxin sighed helplessly.

Although Zhiguan Temple is not as famous as Shaolin Temple, it has become quite famous in the past hundred years.

Upon hearing the sound of horse hooves, the villagers in the village immediately locked their doors and windows, making the already sparsely populated area even quieter.

Although the young novice monk is not proficient in martial arts, his steps are steady and he doesn't sweat at all along the way.

The two stopped at an inconspicuous temple. Compared with the high walls and glazed tiles of Shaolin, this place was very different. If the road had not been correct, he would have doubted whether this place was Zhiguan Temple.

In Zhiguan Temple, Zen Master Zhiguang bowed slightly.

"Amitabha, I wonder what the important thing is for the donor to come here?"

(End of chapter)