Records of Mysterious Things in the Southern Dynasties

Chapter 321 Midfield
Amid the rolling clouds and mist, a huge Buddha head and a witch who looked very similar to Chen Lingzhi were conversing.

Facing the witch's congratulations, the Buddha said without any expression, "So what if it's an ancient god? It's not like no one has achieved this in the past three hundred years, but they still died in the end, right?"

After a pause, he said, "Let alone others, Wu Xian must have achieved it."

"Yes, big brother rebuilt the ghost kingdom and the underworld. With this miracle, he should also become an ancient god." The witch sighed faintly, "You are all very wise and determined. You are destined to have this fortune. Unlike me, I am not enterprising and just want to make do."

"You just calculated too much. You were hesitant and unwilling to take risks, so you couldn't go all out like him and I and try to get that tiny hope." The Buddha head said slowly.

"Sister, you really hit the nail on the head." The witch said with a wry smile: "There is no fortune-teller who is not afraid of death."

"You can always stand on the side of the victor. Isn't that another kind of immortality?" The Buddha head comforted her.

"That's right." Wu Gu smiled and asked, "Sister, how do you plan to deal with Xiao Yan?"

"He has no intention of coming here to apologize." The Buddha head said slowly.

"It seems that he still refuses to accept." Wu Gu sneered and said, "I didn't expect Monk Xiao to be so stubborn. Sister, are you going to replace him or continue to beat him?"

"This time... it was Zhenzhi who acted on his own initiative." The Buddha head said slowly: "I have sentenced him to ten years of punishment in the dreamland."

"Sister is really strict with her subordinates." Wu Gu laughed and said, "Zhenzhi is also anxious. Xiao Yan is deliberately dragging his feet. When will the three thousand temples be completed?"

"Of course he did it on purpose." The Buddha head said calmly, "From the beginning, he just wanted to use us. Even if he took the five precepts and gave up Taoism to follow Buddhism ten years ago, it was only because of the situation. How can we expect him to willingly build a Buddhist temple?"

"Yes." Wu Gu nodded and said seriously, "But I think the fate of the Northern Dynasty has not yet ended. If we don't seize the opportunity within ten years and fight north to seize its fate, the Northern Dynasty will be destroyed and then rebuilt. By then, it will be the destiny, and even we will not be able to disobey it."

"Yes." The Buddha head finally revealed a trace of anxiety and said, "That's why I ordered Xiao Yan to build 3,000 temples in ten years to help me become the main god. If he is willing to obey now, I will wake up in three years, and use another three years to become the main god. In the last three years, I will help him to conquer the north. Who can stop me? So what if the destiny is in the Northern Dynasty? Once the world is unified, the destiny will naturally belong to Daliang!"

"Sister, what you said makes sense." Wu Gu nodded and sighed, "But Monk Xiao is so ignorant of the big picture."

She couldn't remember the last time Wu Yang had emotional fluctuations, which was hundreds of years ago. It was obvious that Xiao Yan was really angry with him.

"But what Zhenzhi did was wrong. It's too late to change people now." The Buddha head said, "Building three thousand Buddhist temples is too huge. Even if we use up the wealth and manpower accumulated by the Southern Dynasty for twenty years, it would still not be enough. How can we waste it in civil strife?"

"I understand. Then we have no choice but to continue to beat Monk Xiao." The witch nodded.

"Yes." The Buddha head nodded slightly and said, "We need to make him completely lose all thoughts of this. He should just cooperate and not think about it."

"Yes, I'll do it as soon as possible." The witch responded.

"Eight thousand years is a long time, now is our best chance." The Buddha sighed and said, "If we miss this time, we don't know how many thousand years we will have to wait again."

"I understand." Wu Gu nodded and said, "I am tired of waiting, and I don't want to wait any longer."

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Let’s talk about Ren Yuan and his group who had been watching the fun. This time we guys really saw a lot of fun.

It was the first time for them to see demigods with their own eyes, and several demigods were fighting for their lives. The grand and terrifying scene completely overturned their cognition.

Not to mention the scene where the true God appeared in the end and the people of Jiankang bowed down in worship.

It's like a primitive man wielding swords and sticks, suddenly seeing King Kong fighting Godzilla, and then King Ghidorah flies over.

It was like a big knife chopping off one's butt - an eye wide open... They were unable to utter a word and just stared blankly at these unimaginable scenes until the golden light enveloped the Purple Gold Mountain again and the giant Buddha gradually disappeared from their sight. Only then did they dare to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Fuck, what the hell is going on here..." Chen Baxian sat down on the rubble, staring blankly, "What's the difference between us and ants?"

"Then who do you think you are?" Although Yang Zhong was used to mocking him, he was also shocked beyond words.

"The gap between a demigod and a nine-orifice god is almost as big as the gap between a true god and a demigod..."

"You are talking nonsense." Chen Baxian retorted, "How many Nine Apertures do we have in the Gou Chen Division? Which of the major families in the capital doesn't have one or two Nine Apertures to protect their homes? But there are only a few demigods in the entire Daliang. How can you compare?"

"The gap is too big. If you can't become a demigod, no, if you can't become a god, you will end up being an ant." Ren Yuan also sighed and said, "No wonder so many big shots are silent when talking about gods? Who wouldn't be terrified after seeing the power of gods with their own eyes?"

"Okay, stop sighing." The fifth dimension appeared again, this time flying. "Now you know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is, don't you think 'I am the first and I am the second' all the time."

"Lord Wei, have you ever seen such a scene before?" Chen Baxian asked.

"..." The Fifth Dimension's expression choked and he said, "I don't remember."

After saying that, he remembered the important matter and said, "Hurry up and follow me."

"Yes." Ren Yuan responded and hurriedly led the team to follow.

After they set off, he asked, "Master Wei, what is the mission?"

The Fifth Dimension was silent for a long time before he whispered, "Collect the bodies."

When everyone heard this, they were all silent.

The Gou Chen Division suffered heavy losses this time. Among the soldiers on guard at the Heavenly Altar, there were a full 100 of Meng Zhangwei's ghostwriters and Da Shuihe, all of whom were turned into dust in the huge explosion and the subsequent chaotic vortex, and there was no way to collect their bodies.

They were going to Purple Mountain...

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At dusk, Diwuwei led his team to the foot of Purple Mountain, and saw monks from Tongtai Temple queuing up to carry the dead down the mountain.

The setting sun was blood-red. The open space at the foot of the mountain was already densely packed with Liang army soldiers lying dead in various states.

These were the imperial guards who died in the attack on Tongtai Temple, including of course the people from the Gouchensi.

The monks put down the body with cold faces and turned away. There was no communication between the two sides throughout the process...

Ren Yuan and the others had no way to go up the mountain anymore. They could only wait and see how much was carried down by others.

Fortunately, the other party was a Buddhist disciple after all, and still maintained basic respect for the deceased. So the people in the Gou Chen Division had nothing to be dissatisfied with.

But I couldn't help but feel puzzled. Why did we have to collect the bodies? Did all the Meng Zhangweis die in the battle?
But in the end, a total of 1,700 to 1,800 corpses were carried out, of which less than 100 were wearing the armor of the Gou Chensi.

Everyone was relieved but puzzled. The Fifth Dimension gritted his teeth and grabbed a monk and asked, "Where are the rest of us? Whether they are dead or alive, you have to give us a message, right?"

"The others have already converted to Buddhism. They will be disciples of the Buddhist religion from now on. It has nothing to do with you." After saying this, the monk turned away, leaving the ghostwriter standing there dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)