In the woods, the snow on the branches slid silently to the ground.
In front of the deathly silent Dharma Master's procession, Pu Du Ci Hang held up the Fearless Seal and looked expressionlessly at the dozen or so people opposite him, especially the monk in the lead who was holding a piece of something in his hand, which originally belonged to him.
He nodded slightly and bowed to the Buddha.
"Good! Good! The world is sinking into the sea of suffering..."
"You're still using this trick!"
As Pudu Cihang chanted, Zhu Ziyi shouted angrily from the other side: "Break this illusion—"
Following his order, more than a dozen monks around him raised their hands, and their red-headed short staffs flashed red light, and tongues of fire shot straight to the opposite side.
“… Immortals and Buddhas use compassion as a boat…”
Pu Du Ci Hang's words were still going on over there, but then more than ten tongues of fire gushed out and the sound stopped abruptly. The air was shaking, and the ripples from the explosion caused the branches and leaves of several trees not far away to tremble.
Rustle...
The snow was flying everywhere and the air was filled with rumbling sounds.
"Huh? Why is the illusion still there..."
Zhu Ziyi lowered his magic sword and raised his other hand to ask his men to stop. He then cast more than ten spells, which were like a child punching a century-old tree. The phantom light did not shatter like before.
"Could it be..." The middle-aged monk's eyelids twitched unconsciously, "... Could it be true?"
Opposite side of vision.
The splashed snowflakes and dust settled back, gradually revealing the figure of a skinny old monk standing there, but his expressionless face was now filled with bulging veins.
"Good! Good!"
Pu Du Ci Hang spoke, looking at the dozen people there, her female voice clear and profound.
"Too many people today cannot distinguish right from wrong. Those of you who practice cultivation are too violent and hostile, which harms your cultivation. Only when you put down your butcher knife can you become a Buddha right away."
An old donkey lying on the snow not far away twitched its ears, and with the keen sense of an animal, it quickly stood up from the ground. As it moved, the bookshelf slipped from its back and fell to the ground with a thud.
The old donkey spread out his hooves and ran away.
At the same time, Zhu Ziyi's voice sounded, shouting:
"A man with a female voice... How outrageous!"
Just as he was about to raise his sword, a peaceful aura suddenly burst out from the old monk. The old monk's eyelids drooped slightly, his lips moved, and Sanskrit sounds came out.
"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right away..."
"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right away..."
"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right away..."
…
The Buddhist sounds were rippling, as if coming from all directions. Zhu Ziyi and more than ten of his men didn't notice anything yet. They were just stunned for a moment. Suddenly, someone's expression became dazed, dropped his magic weapon, and staggered towards the other side. Some familiar people rushed over and tried to pull their companions back.
"This Buddhist sound confuses the mind, use your magic power to resist it, come back!"
Zhu Ziyi put down his magic sword, took a step left and right, half-squatted, made a finger gesture across his chest, and used his magic power to resist. At that time, several golden lights shone from the bodies of the deceived people as if they had attained Buddhahood.
Boom boom…
Boom!
After several sounds of flesh and blood exploding, the bodies of the few monks who had passed by stiffened and disappeared into the air.
The remaining monks had sweat all over their faces, their necks were red, and their fingers and arms were shaking as they made the hand gestures. They struggled and resisted in the sound of Sanskrit that kept entering their ears.
Pu Du Ci Hang's eyes were calm, and his lips moved a little faster.
“Ah… Ah…”
In the end, the remaining eight monks were unable to resist. Golden light flashed on their bodies. They roared miserably, twisted their bodies, and disappeared behind Zhu Ziyi in a moment.
Zhu Ziyi's eyes were bloodshot, his legs were shaking as he stood in a horse stance, and blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth. At a certain moment, he opened his mouth and suddenly reached out his hand to pull out a piece of paper with a statue of a god carved on it from his arms.
"Holy Lord Minghuo, save me!"
The round jade in his hand flashed a red light, and two flames burst out and flew into the air behind him, forming a half-figure, and the flaming palm hit over.
"Where did this evil monster come from!"
Pu Du Ci Hang stopped chanting in Sanskrit, raised his eyelids slightly, and at the same time, he also struck out with the fearless seal.
Bang!
The air exploded, the flames shattered, and dissipated inch by inch in the air. The round jade also cracked with a slight "crack" sound in an instant, breaking into several pieces.
Below, Zhu Ziyi, who was already seriously injured, opened his eyes in anger, motionless. The wind blew, and he slowly leaned backwards, then fell to the ground with a bang, already dead.
The sky tilted slightly, the snow reflected the sunlight, gray-green and white were intertwined in the wilderness, and everything became quiet.
The crooked bookshelf on the ground suddenly creaked.
The small door of the compartment was pushed open, and the Toad Taoist yawned and walked out lazily.
"What's all the fuss?"
Then, his expression froze, and he raised his eyes. Over there, the skinny old monk was also looking over here.
The toad and the monk looked at each other for a moment.
The Toad Taoist suddenly turned around, walked back to the compartment, and said lightly with his flippers on his back:
“It’s so cold!”
As soon as he entered the cubicle, he slammed the two small doors shut, and snoring sounds were heard.
Pu Du Ci Hang seemed to be uninterested in the little toad demon. He turned around and walked back to the crane-head lotus sedan chair. When the curtain was lowered, he retracted his right palm, which showed a mark of fire burns.
Soon, the sounds of wooden fish, golden cymbals and chime bells were heard again. The team that had stopped in place changed direction and disappeared into the white wilderness.
…
In the woods more than twenty feet away from here, two dead trees suddenly shook a few times and turned into Lu Liangsheng and the Taoist.
The two of them withdrew their magic power from each other, removed their sleight of hand and invisibility, and let out a long breath.
"Luckily it was far away, I almost got hooked."
Lu Liangsheng shook off the snowflakes on his robe and whistled. In the woods, an old donkey came trotting over happily and followed the scholar back to the place they had just been.
"I wonder if Master is alright."
As he spoke, he glared at her angrily and said, "You dared to pee on the tentacles of that centipede monster? Fortunately, you ran away early, otherwise we would be basically finished."
"If you don't tell me, how would I know?!"
After walking out of the woods, Lu Liangsheng arrived at the place where the bookshelf was located and knocked on the door of the small compartment.
"Master?"
With a creak, the door opened, and the Toad Taoist wrapped himself in his cotton jacket and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Did you just...?"
"No."
The Toad Taoist put on his flippers, turned around and went back inside, humming.
"I am a master of great accomplishments. I have seen many more situations than this. There is no need to panic. That centipede monster can't do anything to me. Thinking back to the past..."
As he spoke, the Toad Taoist recalled the past. He looked at the winter clouds and began to talk. His face was full of nostalgia. He said, "I remember when my master was surrounded on the mountain top, there were so many Taoists that the sun was blocked by magic weapons..."
When he opened his eyes, his disciple was nowhere to be seen.
"Hey... Ryousei?"
Lu Liangsheng had already run to check the scroll, and inside, Hong Lian crisply reported that she was safe.
"I'm glad you're alright." The scholar nodded.
Afterwards, he tidied up the scattered books, and when he turned around, he saw Sun Yingxian groping on the corpse, holding a small booklet and a long sword, flipping through it with a smile, and when he saw the scholar coming over, he threw the booklet in his hand over to him.
"This book is for you! Kenmoto-do will use it on his own."
Taking the booklet thrown to him, Lu Liangsheng casually flipped through it and suddenly a smile appeared on his face. The handwriting was sloppy, but the content was exactly what he needed.
This is a book of sword moves - the sword intent of all methods.
This name sounds like something that is commonplace... Lu Liangsheng closed the booklet. Now was not the time to study it, so he put the bookshelf back on the donkey's back and went over to drag Zhu Ziyi's body into the woods.
This made the Taoist who was wielding the magic sword over there roll his eyes.
“It’s unnecessary.”
"Now that the person is dead, the grudge is written off."
The sound of digging in the forest continued for a while, and Lu Liangsheng finally came out, brushed off the dust on his hands, and said with a smile:
"Besides, if the corpse is left in the wilderness, if someone passes by, wouldn't they be scared to death?"
He raised the sword book in his hand and said, "Consider it as a reward for helping him rest in peace."
After saying that, Lu Liangsheng took the reins from under the old donkey's neck and knocked on the small compartment.
"Master, we are leaving."
The muffled voice of the Toad Taoist came from inside: "Hmm... Call me Master when you arrive in the capital."
In the vast expanse of white snow, Lu Liangsheng raised his sleeves and snapped his fingers at the Taoist priest.
“Let’s go!”