Patrol Captain

At this moment, clouds and mist surged in Zhenmo Pass, and the heavens and earth trembled.

The Yaksha's eyes were bloodshot, the Asura's six arms raged, the dragons hid in the clouds, the Garuda flapped its wings and slashed down with its feathered sword, and the Gandharva, like a celestial maiden, floated and moved ethereally in the mist, playing heavenly music, with endless killing intent.

"boom"

"boom"

"boom"

The overwhelming attack, like a mountain pressing down or a raging storm, swept towards the young monk.

The void roared, houses collapsed, the earth suddenly sank, and billowing dust rose.

The incredibly violent wind pressure struck first, but all that could be seen was the corners of the gray-white monk's robe being lifted by the wind.

A single vermilion dot on the monk's brow gleamed faintly in the dim light, and his handsome, otherworldly face remained calm and compassionate amidst the billowing dust.

Feng Bo'e struck the ground with his tin staff, and with a loud thud, like a drumbeat, a golden light flashed out. He then rose up and pierced the darkness.

At the same time, several fierce killing intents arrived simultaneously.

The Yaksha's massive hand covered an area of ​​about 100 square meters, its bluish-gray skin looking like a mountain pressing down with immense force.

Garuda's golden feathered swords whistled down, a dense, impenetrable attack that suffocated the enemy.

The Gandharva's heavenly music is beautiful, but it hides a deadly intent, mixed with billowing smoke and dust, and stirs up space to kill.

In a short while,
"Dang Dang Dang"

The two forces collided, amidst billowing dust and dazzling golden light, the sound of the impact as rapid as the tolling of bells.

The five great demons, former protectors of Buddhism, were far more powerful than ordinary dragons and tigers. Some of them were only a step away from becoming demon kings. They roared and shouted, displaying astonishing supernatural powers. Filled with resentment and anger, they bombarded the demons one after another, clearly harboring immense resentment.

As the first wave of attacks subsided and dust billowed into the air, pairs of horrified eyes, as large as houses, stared at it, their pupils then contracting and their teeth clenching in fury.

"The Golden Body of an Arhat!"

At that center, the golden light never fades, and the chanting of Sanskrit hymns resounds.

Amidst the ashes, the area within several miles of the Arhat was razed to the ground, a scene of utter devastation. Yet, the spot where he stood remained unscathed, his monk's robes spotless.

A golden statue, sixteen feet tall, appeared on its surface, radiating light like a wheel, and chanting Buddhist hymns echoed in the void.

Several powerful demons joined forces and launched a formidable attack, but they couldn't break through the defenses.

"go!"

Seeing no opportunity, the powerful demons did not hesitate at all. They could only avoid his sharp edge, grit their teeth and run away, leaving the city gate open to make way for this Arhat.

As a result, a rapid "ding-a-ling" sound rang out.

The monk shook the tin staff in his left hand, the copper rings clanging together, and with this sudden tremor, a translucent white lotus flower emerged from the rolling mist in the sky, blooming and blossoming. Lights intertwined at the lotus's heart, seemingly trying to overturn half of the Demon Suppression Pass into a giant lotus array.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore. Everyone, it's time to return to the right path, sir!" At this moment, the monk's sixteen-foot-tall golden body's eyes flashed like lightning, filled with sharp light.

"Lotus Dharma Realm!"

“This bald monk doesn’t want us to leave. He’s going too far. Let’s all interrupt him.”

The demons of the various factions reacted with stress, becoming enraged and instead attacked the "young" Arhat.

The blue-faced demon, with its bared fangs, stomped its massive, pillar-like feet toward the monk, a violent gust of wind tearing through the air.

The monk gently turned his right wrist, and the prayer beads suddenly scattered. The eighty-one beads radiated Buddhist light, swirling and forming a golden net of light in the air.

When the blue-faced demon stepped on it, a shrill scream immediately rang out, as if stepping on burning coals. The sole of his foot sizzled, and wisps of black smoke rose up, eventually grinding away the demon's large foot.

Then, several golden beads spun up from his feet, transformed into a halo, reached the yaksha's waist, and then suddenly tightened, causing the blue-faced yaksha's mountain-like body to shrink rapidly like a deflated balloon.

At the same time, an Asura emerged from the clouds, a ferocious demon with three heads and six arms, each arm wielding a sword, spear, or halberd, its body swirling with overwhelming malevolent energy. It hurled its trident, the tip trailing a crimson flame, straight at the young monk's face.

"Bah!"

The monk opened his mouth, and a resounding Buddhist chant rang out, like the sound of a bell. The void trembled and ripples spread. The halberd flew to within ten feet of him, then suddenly shuddered and hovered in mid-air, humming incessantly. The tip of the halberd rubbed against the air, sparking brilliant sparks, but it could not advance any further.

Just then, a giant snake emerged from the ground. Its massive body reeked of a foul stench, and its scales gleamed with a cold, bluish light. It coiled around the young monk's small area, imprisoning him in the void. Then, the giant snake raised its head, hissed, and opened its mouth wide, spitting out a dazzling sword of light that slashed directly at its opponent.

However, the young monk's sixteen-foot-tall golden body trembled, and his domineering and unparalleled power directly broke the void's confinement. He raised his right hand and directly shattered the light sword. Then, three beams of Buddhist light shot out from his fingertips, hitting the snake's head, its seven-inch mark, and its tail tip. The giant snake's head instantly writhed in pain, like a giant bulldozer, destroying everything in its path. In the process, the giant snake's body was forced back to its original shape, shrinking to a length of several dozen feet.

At this moment, a Garuda hovered high in the sky, letting out a sharp cry as its sword feathers slashed down with incredible speed. The young monk flicked his sleeves, creating a cloud of light that blocked out the sun, and snatched away the golden sword feathers. Then, he clasped his hands together and chanted, and streams of Sanskrit chants instantly soared into the sky, transforming into golden runes that pierced through the Garuda's wings, which were moving incredibly fast and hidden in the clouds, thus imprisoning it.

“li”

With a sharp cry, the golden-winged bird lost its wings and plummeted into the sky like a cannonball, crashing down with a loud bang and kicking up clouds of dust.

Several powerful demons suffered repeated setbacks and were imprisoned, letting out painful roars and wails.

The only remaining Asura, seeing this, turned to flee, his roar stirring up sand and stones.

The next second, the sixteen-foot-tall golden body appeared out of thin air in front of him.

Seeing this, Asura's eyes turned red with hatred. He swung all six arms at once, and several demonic weapons, including swords, spears, and halberds, transformed into streaks of light and pierced towards the sixteen-foot-tall golden body.

"Arhat, my king has gone to seek the celestial beings, who are in the nearby Ten Thousand Mountains. Do not push your luck."

But then the monk's eyes were slightly closed and then suddenly opened, shooting out two sharp golden beams of light. He neither dodged nor avoided them, but instead took the blows head-on with his golden body. Several clangs of metal clashing rang out as the demon soldiers crashed into the golden body, sparks flying everywhere. They were then violently thrown back and sent flying in all directions.

Then, the other party slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers forming a claw, and grabbed at the Asura from a distance. An invisible and enormous force immediately imprisoned the Asura, and no matter how much he struggled, he could not move.

With another burst of force, the Asura's face contorted in agony, and it cried out in pain. Then, like a kite with a broken string, it plummeted down, crashing heavily into the sinking ground, creating a large crater and kicking up clouds of dust.

Thus, all the great demons among these followers were subdued, and their previous ferocity turned into fear.

The monk descended from the sky, with lotus flowers supporting his feet. At the same time, he chanted incantations, and the Buddhist light around him became increasingly intense, breaking through the mist and forming a golden Dharma realm with the lotus Dharma realm.

Within the Dharma realm, chanting of sacred sounds resounded, carrying an aura of wisdom and clarity. The demonic energy emanating from those writhing and howling on the ground was dispelled by the golden light. Bathed in this golden light, their ferocious forms gradually shrank and transformed into human figures, prostrate on the ground, unable to move. When the last great demon was converted by the chanting, its sixteen-foot-tall golden body gradually shrank, reverting to the appearance of a young monk, and the surrounding Dharma realm vanished.

He walked up to a man dressed in golden feathers. The boy knelt on the ground, his pupils filled with fear, but his face was fierce as he bared his teeth at him, with golden feathers occasionally appearing on his face.

The monk chanted a Buddhist prayer.
Amitabha Buddha 1

“You are a descendant of the Great Body Venerable, and you have your own destiny. Go back now.”

The Great Body Venerable is a Peng King in the Western Heaven. He entered the Buddhist order many years ago, attained enlightenment, and possesses great supernatural powers.

The boy in the golden feather robe looked surprised and doubtful upon hearing this, but soon he discovered that he could move again.

Without further hesitation, it soared into the sky with a cry, then unfurled its golden wings, transforming back into Garuda's true form, and turned into a golden light heading west into the mountains and forests.

There are four "people" left!
These great demons were transformed into human forms by the Buddha's teachings.

Two boys and two girls, each different.

The monk touched their heads with his hands, his face full of compassion.

With this action, the eyes of these originally fierce and menacing young men and women gradually softened and became filled with an eerie piety.

They gathered together and knelt before the monk.

The monk lowered his head, his eyes seeming to have witnessed countless hardships.

"Buddha's Teachings"

"The East has the image of Mahayana Buddhism, but it is also a world of five turbidities. It is difficult to carry out this task, and the fate of the calamity is uncertain. It is necessary to spread the Dharma to save the world."

The four boys clasped their hands together, bowed their heads to the ground, and looked on with utmost devotion.

"I am willing to protect the Venerable One's Dharma transmission journey to the East!"

On the other side, as dawn broke, Chengdu awoke from the night. The nine gates opened one after another, bustling with people and horses, a scene of great prosperity far surpassing that of Qingshan County.

Since the breach of Youmen Pass and the onslaught of demons, this place has gradually become a gathering place for prominent families and celebrities from the entire Jiannan Road. Many people initially chose to seek refuge here in order to escape the disaster.

Later, the fortunes of the Shu region were reshaped, and strange phenomena appeared in nature, with continuous heavy snowfall. Many good things emerged from the vast mountains, and the news spread, attracting a large number of outsiders, a mixed bag of people.

Later, news of the Celestial Tomb spread like wildfire, attracting a huge influx of people. Not only did powerful figures from all walks of life gather there, but martial arts experts also flocked in like a swarm of locusts.

The permanent population here has surged by hundreds of thousands of households in just a few years, and naturally, house prices have skyrocketed.
Chengdu is now probably the most bustling place in the entire Daqian Dynasty, except for the capital.

What was once considered a desolate and remote southwestern region by the people of the Central Plains, where martial arts were not prominent, has now become a magnificent city where martial artists are everywhere.

The density of martial artists here is astonishing; you can see wandering swordsmen carrying knives and swords on the streets at any time.

Firstly, there are many demon materials here, which are used as cultivation resources for alchemy and weapon crafting, forming an industry that is rarely seen elsewhere. Many businesses and forces have chosen to establish branches here, thus making Sichuan more and more prosperous by exchanging goods with the outside world.

Secondly, this place has naturally become "Linxian City," and the turmoil surrounding the celestial beings has been boiling for months without stopping. Rumors of celestial beings descending to the mortal realm have spread like wildfire, and martial artists flock to it. Not to mention, even those old guys who have been living in seclusion for hundreds of years have been brought out of hiding.

Every few days there would be news of an explosion, it was so frequent that we couldn't keep up with it all, and the rumors were rampant.

It is no exaggeration to say that Chengdu is now a city teeming with hidden talents.

In recent days, martial law has been imposed on Yunding Mountain, where the Chengdu Daofusi is located, which has puzzled many people in the city. They wondered what kind of emergency it was, but Chengdu remained unchanged, and nothing happened. Even the city gates were not guarded.

However, Yunding Mountain has been under martial law for several days.

That morning, the spring sunshine was bright and the breeze was gentle.

After leaving the main hall of the Imperial Palace, Eunuch Cao, who was stationed at the Fusi, flew towards a side peak of Yunding Mountain, where black and white pavilions dotted the landscape, like a landscape painting in springtime.

Upon reaching the summit of this side peak and standing before a building, he was stopped by two silver-armored generals who resembled gatekeepers, their eyes sharp as blades and their mouths uttering muffled sounds.

"The general is in seclusion!"

"Please leave, sir!"

Eunuch Cao, holding a whisk, craned his neck to peer inside, then looked troubled.
"It's been so many days, and General Qi is still in seclusion?"

"General Qi is, after all, the commander of a division. He has been neglecting his duties for almost half a month. The entire division still needs General Qi to mediate, which is very inconvenient. If this continues, things will fall into chaos."

"The army is now under martial law, and General Qi has not shown up for a long time. The officials from the court and other generals have already expressed their dissatisfaction."

"The Grand Preceptor has already turned a blind eye out of consideration for General Chen."

"But this matter is of great importance; we must not delay important matters of the court."

As he spoke, his voice gradually softened, and he craned his neck to get closer, his face displaying a wide range of expressions and gestures, adopting a remarkably humble posture.

The silver-armored general guarding outside had a firm expression and refused to back down. He shook his head and said, "The general has given us strict orders. His seclusion this time is of utmost importance, and we are just following orders."

Eunuch Cao hesitated, then could only stomp his foot and sigh before turning and leaving.

He believed that General Qi's so-called seclusion was just a pretext, a silent protest against the court's actions against General Chen.

He wasn't the only one who thought this way; others thought the same. Otherwise, with the unrest outside the city raging, why would we close the gates at this crucial juncture?

Unfortunately, the current situation is one where neither can be spoken of nor acted upon. This can be seen from the attitude of the Grand Preceptor. Whether it is General Qitian or the troops of the several mountains below, especially the Ninth Mountain, the Grand Preceptor has not issued any orders.

It's all because of what General Chen said before he left!
As for him, he was caught in the middle, feeling frustrated. After thinking about it, Cao Zheng could only swallow his pride and go to the other two generals because of the dispatch he had just received from the Heavenly Patrol Hall.

Cao Zheng arrived at the Tenth Mountain, which is now the location of the Liangzhou troops sent by Beiliang to provide support, because the Tenth Mountain's mountain-crushing army has been wiped out.

The leader was Huo Zhen, the general in charge of suppressing demons in Beiliang.

As Cao Zheng arrived at the Zhonglang Hall on the mountain and waited for the enemy troops to report, a low, angry voice rang out from a quiet room in the back courtyard of the hall.

"Has your prince gone mad?!"

"That being from the heavens originally cooperated with the imperial court, but was defeated by the man surnamed Chen. He must resent the court now. For him to cooperate with such a being is tantamount to asking a tiger for its skin. The key question is, what means does he have to control such a being? That being is a celestial being." (End of Chapter)