The immortal is beside me

Chapter 41: One Leaf to Suppress the Demon

At the same time, inside a military headquarters.

The sound of keyboard tapping filled the entire command hall, and dozens of people in the room worked with machine-like precision and speed.

On the large screen in front of them, the images sent by the satellite were divided into tens of millions of pixels. With the calculation of a high-precision computer, the one in ten million target area was quickly marked out.

"Level 3 SOS signal confirmed, long-range strike authorized."

"The PX-17 fuel-air explosive warhead is being loaded and launch calculations are being performed."

The technician at the front tapped his fingers rapidly, the blue light of the screen reflected in his eyes.

"What's the situation?" The officer-like man beside him asked him in a deep voice.

"The target's location has been located, coordinates (1173, 925), estimated deviation 1.7%"

1.7% may be a negligible number in other places, but it is an intolerable huge error at the moment.

The enemy's position was only a dozen kilometers from the county seat, a distance equivalent to a few pixels on a satellite scale. Even the slightest deviation could expose the attack and cause panic among the citizens, or even result in the warheads landing directly on their heads.

“If it is adjusted again, it cannot be higher than 0.5% at most.”

Dozens of computer cases emitted a dull roar, and people's heavy breathing was like a dark cloud pressing down on the sky, mixed with the rapid sound of computer typing like raindrops. The positioning mark on the screen slowly arched and concentrated towards a pixel on the huge map.

"Coordinates locked, detecting target environment."

The knocking sound suddenly stopped, and a technician sitting in the front row raised his head sharply: "A high-energy spiritual power reaction has been detected at the target location!"

The high-pitched voice startled the commander standing nearby. He then decisively said, "Consume satellite footage!"

A window popped up on the screen, and the overhead shot quickly zoomed in, revealing a chaotic scene. A Dharma body surrounded by peach blossoms stood in the center, sweeping out a large open space with him as the center. Further away was continuous gunfire and flickering spiritual light, and ant-like human figures could be seen running back and forth.

If you enlarge the image several hundred times, you will find that the people around the battlefield suddenly raised their heads and looked in a certain direction in the sky.

As far as they could see, a red-gold star was hanging there, slowly floating towards the ground.

At first, it was only the size of a grain of rice, floating in the air like a tiny diamond. But as it floated down, the shining star quickly enlarged in the field of vision until it expanded into a dazzling sun.

The whole scene froze, all the noisy sounds faded away, and everyone seemed to have turned into clay sculptures and wooden statues in an instant, even the peach blossom figure in the center was frozen on the spot.

It was as if the heaven and earth were pressing down on him, an irresistible force descending slowly, and the pressure made it impossible for him to move at all. He just stared in a daze as the sun descended from the sky and floated towards him.

The moment it fell above his head, he finally saw the true face of the "sun".

——It was a half-yellow leaf.

Flames soared into the sky, the dazzling light illuminated the sky, and the rapidly expanding air turned into hot wind that swept around, forcing people to close their eyes to avoid being hurt by the scorching light.

At the same time, the eyes outside the screen widened.

"This is."

The technicians at the front of the table stared blankly at the screen. They had a bird's-eye view of the entire scene, but even so, they couldn't see clearly what was happening.

In the satellite footage, they only saw a ball of light on the ground light up, and then dimmed in just a few seconds. The enemy standing alone there evaporated on the spot.

Yes, it evaporated. The ball of light didn't explode violently, nor did it send out a powerful shockwave. All its power was compressed within a mere few meters, reducing the enemy to ash in the blink of an eye, yet it had no effect on the surrounding specialists.

It was like starting a fire in the same place. When the things were burned out, the fire went out.

The hall was completely silent, with only the words "Target Lost" flashing on the screen and the beeping sound of a notification. After a long while, the commander at the table was the first to react.

"Track the source of that spiritual power!" The technician woke up as if from a dream, and the sound of keyboard tapping resumed. A curved line was outlined on the screen, winding and extending, pointing to an inconspicuous corner of the picture.

The camera moves forward, and the scene in the corner gradually becomes clear.

It was a small hill, surrounded by barren land with only a few sparsely growing trees. A figure wearing a sweatshirt and jeans stood there, with a leisurely posture as if he was just here for a walk.

The technician pressed the button hard, trying to zoom in further, but saw the person on the screen turned around, his shadow flickered, and the whole person disappeared in an instant, leaving the people outside the screen staring in surprise.

At the same time, Liangzhou Expressway turned a corner.

The scorching air was blown away by the wind, and Lu Zhenhai slowly opened his eyes. The sun-like flames before him had gone out, and the figure that had once stood in the center was gone. Only a pool of smoking ashes remained on the ground.

The gunfire all around stopped, and the commissioners from all directions opened their eyes wide, staring at the pile of ashes in front of them, with hundreds of gazes filled with confusion.

Only a very few people had complicated expressions, including Lu Zhenhai.

This was the second time he had seen such ash. The first time was at the Yiyuan Power Plant, where the attacking Peach Blossom Spring monks were instantly transformed into a human-shaped pile of ash.

This time the opponent has changed, but the ashes are still the same pile of ashes. In front of that fire, there seems to be no difference between the rat-like attacker and the mountain-like mighty force.

"Manager Lu Lu."

A hoarse voice was heard. When I turned around, it was Jiang Ruifeng who was sitting next to me.

He had almost fainted due to his injuries just now, but at this moment he suddenly perked up and woke up, his whole face filled with indescribable excitement.

"Did you invite him?"

The corners of Lu Zhenhai's mouth twitched, and he looked at the ashes, speechless for a moment.

It would be nice if you really invited me.
At the same time, in Liangzhou city, outside the antique market.

A figure in casual clothes walked to the sugar stove. The boss, who was busy with his work with his head down, looked up and found that the young man who had bought the sugar painting had returned to him.

"Boss, is the sugar painting ready?"

"It's done, it's done, here."

The boss handed him the bamboo stick stuck on the side and said, "You're back just in time. The sugar was just poured out a few minutes ago and is still hot."

Zhou Qing took the stick and repeatedly painted on it with light brown syrup, outlining a soaring dragon with a little steam coming out.

"Take it home and eat it quickly. I'm also going to close the stall."

The boss said, "Just now I saw a white light flashing in the sky. It sounds like thunder. It looks like it's going to rain soon. We need to hurry and leave."

He spoke, his hands busy putting his tools into his bag. Zhou Qing said nothing more, just turned around and followed him out while sipping the sugar painting.

Today, with industrial processing, food tastes far better than in the past. While it may still be sugar painting, the sugar used is much finer than in ancient times, leaving a tinge of sweetness in your mouth with just a sip.

If we let some mice run rampant, we won’t be able to eat the candy.

When I reached the market entrance, the road in front was already abuzz with traffic. The weekend was almost over, and the main road back to the city was jammed with cars and people.

There are a lot of people during the evening rush hour, and for monks, such an environment is not very suitable for movement.

He was eating the candy painting, his eyes fixed on the shared bicycles on the side of the road.

Let’s ride home today.

(End of this chapter)