Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 657: The King of Hell calls on Zhang Zhiwei to eliminate the evil
Master Ku Rong was crushed into a bloody mud, his head flew out, and the golden dragon that was pressing on his back crashed to the ground.

This golden dragon is the shape of a Feng Shui Qi vein in Mount Tiantai. It is extremely heavy. As soon as the ground touched it, it began to crack like paper, forming a huge pit that was still getting deeper.

The soil and rocks in the pit were squeezed outwards, the rocks collapsed, the ground surged like waves, and exploded in all directions. For a moment, rocks were blown all around like a storm.

Everyone was still in shock over the collapse of the Golden Buddha and the death of Master Kuruo. When they saw this scene, they quickly took measures to resist.

But at this moment, Zhang Zhiwei raised his hand, golden light spread, and it took shape with Qi, transforming into a soft spider web that caught all the flying soil and rocks.

He could actually use the golden light to block it directly, but rocks hitting the golden light would be like bullets hitting a wall and would fly everywhere. With the current force, the force of the rebound would be no less than that of a stray bullet.

There were many ordinary Buddhist believers around the venue, and the sound of these rocks hitting them was no less than a hail of bullets.

Moreover, not all the young people present have the means to protect themselves. If one of them is not careful and is killed by the flying rocks, that would not be good.

So, he created a soft spider web, using the elastic force to offset the impact and allow these stray bullets and gravel to land softly.

"What a strong control! He can make the iron-hard golden light so soft, and weave such a large net in an instant."

Zhang Huaiyi complained in his heart, "Senior Brother, he keeps saying that the golden light is not important. It is just a byproduct of the golden light spell when it enters the state of dual cultivation of sex and life."

"He also said that he had never practiced Golden Light on purpose and was not interested in practicing Golden Light. Does that mean he was not interested? If you were interested, you would be crazy!!"

He always thought that his senior brother only had a high level of spiritual cultivation and thick golden light, but was not as good as himself in the simple control and change of the golden light. Now it seems that this conclusion was a bit hasty.

"Crash!"

Zhang Zhiwei flicked his hands, and the golden spider web vibrated, shaking off all the rocks.

As for the golden dragon transformed by the Feng Shui Qi vein, when he displayed the golden light, its form had already disbanded, allowing it to return to the mountains.

The monks who were sitting cross-legged in front of the collapsed main hall were filled with disbelief. How could the abbot, who was dozens of feet tall and like a god reaching to the sky just now, fall to this state in the blink of an eye?
All of these monks were pale, with their hands clasped together and their whole bodies shaking uncontrollably. Their already dusty hearts were almost shattered. Some of them even lost their faith, and their livers and gallbladders were broken, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

The three old monks, Kuhua, Kuyuan and Kusheng, cried at the top of their lungs.

At this moment, their emotions were complicated.

One is that my senior brother died.

Even though this senior brother had done many wrong things and brought the entire sect to a point of no return, he was still their senior brother after all, and decades of friendship could not be faked.

The second is the uncertainty about the sect’s future.

The Tiantai Sect is a Buddhist monk with a thousand-year heritage. As the ancestral temple of one of the eight sects, they have a legacy that is passed down from generation to generation. Now the senior brother has suddenly died without passing on the legacy. Is the thousand-year heritage going to be destroyed?
Not only that, now they are in a situation where they are at the mercy of others, and their life or death will be decided by the little Taoist priest.

The little Taoist priest was an extremely ruthless person. The best proof of this was that the person who had attacked him before was torn to pieces by the lion under his mount.

They were not sure what the young Taoist priest would do next, and whether he would continue to pursue the matter and seek justice for the crime that almost destroyed their Tiantai Sect.

At the same time, the believers around who had just been affected by the golden Buddha's Sanskrit voice also came back to their senses.

In this era, those who can come to participate in the Dharma Assembly are all devout believers, but with the collapse of the golden Buddha, their faith is also collapsing.

But this does not mean that they are faithless from now on. After all, their faith was not denied by themselves, but was crushed by a powerful person.

And the vacancy left by the defeated part naturally shifted to the defeated party.

Buddhism and Taoism are quite similar on certain levels, so this transition seems particularly natural.

For a time, Zhang Zhiwei's image was infinitely elevated in their minds, like a god reaching the sky.

If they were not still feeling a little weak due to the pressure from the Golden Buddha, they would have kowtowed.

After Zhang Zhiwei calmed down the situation, he turned his head and looked behind him.

After the golden Buddha collapsed, all the strange people who had kowtowed before due to the pressure, stood up. Thinking of the previous situation, they felt a little ashamed.

Lu Jin, Lu Ci and the others were pleasantly surprised and exclaimed that Senior Brother Zhang was mighty. Even someone as cold and aloof as Cheng Zhen gave him a few sincere compliments.

"Congratulations, little celestial master. Your magical powers are amazing. It's really astonishing!"

The head of the Wang family, who had left earlier, came over to congratulate them. At the same time, he was trying his best to hide his embarrassment.

"You're too polite, Senior Wang!" said Zhang Zhiwei.

In fact, he didn’t care about the previous actions of the head of the Wang family, and he didn’t even notice it. He never cared about other people’s opinions and attitudes towards him.

Seeing that Zhang Zhiwei had no grudge against him, the head of the Wang family breathed a sigh of relief. He had actually bet a lot on Zhang Zhiwei. If he offended him because of this matter, it would be a loss.

He didn't know that Zhang Zhiwei didn't actually notice his actions, or rather, if he knew, he would probably feel very uncomfortable.

"Kurong is dead. What is the little Taoist going to do with those monks next?"

Patriarch Wang pointed to the Tiantai monks gathered in the main hall and said.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at them and said, "Those who didn't collude with the pirates are good monks, and those who colluded with the pirates..."

He originally wanted to just kill him, but he always convinced people with his virtue, so he felt it necessary to ask everyone's opinions.

After all, they were all invited here by me. They didn't contribute in the previous fight, so now I can offer some suggestions and give them a sense of participation.

He looked at everyone: "How do you think we should deal with this?"

Master Hutu quickly stood up and said harshly:

"We must not let this kind of traitor live. I suggest getting rid of him directly. We need to let all the surrenderists in the martial arts world know that collaborating with the enemy and selling out the country will only lead to death."

"What do others think?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

No one said anything. Hutu had spoken so decisively. What else could they say? Just kill him. It had come to this point. There was no need to do more.

"It's easy to deal with, but how can we ensure fairness?" said the head of the Wang family. "Can the method that the little master used to extract the memory images from the corpse of the virtuous mage be used on a living person?"

Zhang Zhiwei did not hide anything and nodded, "No problem, living people are just a little more difficult than dead people."

He was a little reserved and didn't say that he could also delete and modify memories. This ability was too strange and disturbing.

But if it's just reading memories, people won't be too scared. After all, there are many ways to do this in the world.

For example, by entering dreams to capture memories, the Taoist sect can use the Yin spirit and Yang spirit to invade the body and also capture memories. The Buddhist sect's telepathy can also be achieved after reaching a high level of practice...

Therefore, people did not find it strange that Zhang Zhiwei could extract other people's memories. In fact, although people around him were surprised that he could use the strange skill of Qimen Dunjia, they did not think there was anything unreasonable about it.

A person's name is like a tree's shadow. It is normal for the little Taoist priest to have such powerful ability.

Although they envied this amazing skill, they had no intention of stealing it.

This is the different effects brought about by different strengths. If the thirty-six thieves had acquired a special skill, others would chase them. If Zhang Zhiwei had acquired it, others would only respect him more, just like in Journey to the West, the monsters only dared to capture Tang Monk and did not dare to go to Wuzhuang Temple to steal the ginseng fruit.

"Then please let the little master use his skills." Master Hutu said.

Zhang Zhiwei nodded and walked towards the monks.

"Little Heavenly Master, please spare a life for our Tiantai Sect!" the black-faced old monk Kuhua shouted at the top of his lungs, still being stepped on by the nine-headed lion.

Zhang Zhiwei did not respond to his words, but controlled the nine-headed lion to move its front paws and let him go.

Without any restraints, Kuhua immediately wanted to chase after him, but he was seriously injured and fell to the ground after staggering a few steps.

Zhang Zhiwei walked towards the ruined Main Hall, and everyone followed him.

The other Buddhist sects who were watching the show looked at this scene with gloomy expressions. They were invited to participate in the water and land ceremony, but they had no idea why they ended up in such a situation.

"Master Yuantong, what's the situation with Master Henglin of your Zen sect?" Master Lejie of the Qinglong Temple of the Tantric sect asked quietly.

Master Yuantong of the Three Temples of Putuo shook his head and said, "When I came, I asked Master Henglin. He only said that he knew, but he didn't say whether he would come or not."

"What about the Consciousness-Only School?" Lejie asked again, "I heard they are here. Not long ago, a disciple went to see the Little Heavenly Master but was rejected. Are they not coming back just like that?"

Master Yuantong said, "It's hard to say. I have had very little communication with the Consciousness-Only School, so I can't be sure."

Lejie couldn't help but frown and said, "Master Yuantong, if the young celestial master really wants to kill someone in front of us, will you three temples in Putuo intervene or not?"

Master Yuantong pondered for a moment and said, "Let's wait and see. I want to know how many people in the Tiantai Sect have had any dealings with the Japanese pirates? We'll make a decision then."

Lejie sighed and said, "Amitabha, I'm afraid the people of the Tiantai Sect are in trouble!"

The monks from other sects looked at each other and watched Zhang Zhiwei approach without doing anything to stop him.

Buddhism is like this; they are very powerful and widely distributed, but there is no unity among their sects and it is difficult for them to work together. It is not reliable to expect them to fight the enemy together. When they are together, they mostly discuss Buddhism and debate scriptures, which means they quarrel.

Although Taoism also has factions and they may fight each other over disagreements, they are serious when things happen. Throughout history, Taoism has caused many big events.

Zhang Zhiwei walked to the front of the main hall.

Some disciples of the Tiantai sect closed their eyes and chanted scriptures, as if they did not care about life and death.

Some of them, seeing that monks from other sects did not help them, began to flee in panic for fear of being purged.

Zhang Zhiwei stomped his foot, the ground cracked, and golden light escaped from the ground, breaking out in front of those people and blocking their retreat.

Seeing that there was no way to escape, some of the monks screamed for mercy, while others were unwilling to sit and wait for death, so they grabbed sticks, set up a stick formation, and wanted to fight to the death.

As a result, before Zhang Zhiwei could make a move, the many young people following him rushed forward in a large number.

The stick formation was dispersed as soon as it was set up, and a group of monks were beaten half to death and fell to the ground.

The three old monks, Kuhua, Kuyuan and Kusheng, saw all this. They were extremely sad and just reminded their disciples to give up resistance and not to struggle in vain.

The group of monks calmed down and, under the command of the old monks, lined up in rows, waiting for Zhang Zhiwei's inspection.

During this period, perhaps to eliminate their own anxiety or because of their faith, the monks all closed their eyes and chanted Buddhist scriptures.

Zhang Zhiwei walked up to the monks. The monks were vegetarians and generally not very tall. Zhang Zhiwei was 1.9 meters tall, a full head taller than them. He only needed to raise his hand slightly to touch the top of their heads.

Zhang Zhiwei placed his hand on the bald head of the monk in the leftmost row. A blue light emerged from his palm and sank into the monk's brain.

Everyone behind him was looking at this scene in surprise, with some confusion in their hearts. The methods of extracting memories that they knew, whether it was the soul-searching technique or the Yin spirit entering the body, all had a great impact on the person being cast, and would cause them great pain. How come the little Taoist priest's method seemed to have little effect on the monk?
In fact, the Blue Hand Soul Searching Technique also has a great impact on people, but the prerequisite is that the person has a high level of spiritual cultivation and a firm mind. It is very difficult for Lu Liang to use it on Tian Jinzhong in the plot.

If your moral cultivation is low and your mind is not strong, you will not be able to discover it even if your memory is taken away.

With Zhang Zhiwei's spiritual practice, it was naturally easy for him to defeat these monks whose mentality had been broken.

He didn't choose to look at them one by one, but picked them up directly, packed them up and took them away, and then looked at the next one.

This efficiency was extremely high, as demonstrated by the fact that he placed his hands on the monks' heads without moving, and walked his body from left to right, touching the forehead of each monk in turn, and then it was over.

What's going on? Is this the end? Everyone looked at him in confusion.

"Senior Brother Zhang, do you want to play with it first to get a feel for it?" Lu Jin guessed.

"........."

Am I such an unreliable person? Zhang Zhiwei looked at Lu Jin speechlessly, then reached out and wiped Lu Jin's white clothes, leaving a big oil stain.

"What is this?" Lu Jin lowered his head and stared blankly at the mark on his clothes.

"Hair oil!" Zhang Zhiwei reached out and rubbed it on Lu Jin's clothes, saying, "Although these bald guys don't have hair, they don't like to wash their hair."

Lu Jin was in a trance for a moment. After coming to his senses, he pushed Zhang Zhiwei's hand away and said angrily:

"Brother Zhang, you actually smeared such a filthy thing on me. This is simply too much."

After saying that, he took off his clothes with a look of disgust and threw them away.

Others looked at this scene in bewilderment. How could this happen in such a serious situation?
Everyone was speechless when Zhang Zhiwei suddenly turned around and pointed his fingers.

Among the row of monks that he had just touched, three heads shattered like rotten watermelons in an instant.

Blood mist filled the air, bones were flying everywhere, the clothes of the surrounding monks were stained with blood, and some of them had red and white substances on their faces.

The chanting suddenly stopped.

"Don't stop, don't open your eyes, keep chanting!" the old monk shouted.

After a pause, some chaotic Buddhist music was sung again.

(End of this chapter)