Mushroom Man

Chapter 108: Cleaning Up the Filth and Starting a Killing Spree (Subscribe)
At the same time, on the other side...

Above the Songzi Temple, half the sky was dyed red with blood.

The pure land of Buddhism, which should be filled with the sound of Zen, is now echoing with the sounds of hacking and killing.

"Kill!!!"

"Buddha, have mercy on me. Please put down your butcher knife and spare your life!"

"Crazy, you're all crazy!"

"When the abbot returns, you will all be dead without a burial place, ah..."

A group of monks, armed with swords, fought each other to the death.

Unimaginable chaos spread throughout the Songzi Temple.

Amid the clanging sounds of swords clashing, corpses fell to the ground one after another.

Blood flowed along the lines of the bluestone slabs.

The majestic and solemn Buddha statue in the temple turned into a hideous red as the blood splattered.

The Buddha statue was dyed red, and the blood soaked the bluestone.

Obviously, this is the work of Master Wen.

She knew the situation was urgent, so after returning to the Songzi Temple, she immediately began to eliminate the abbot's remnants.

Today, the abbot is in the bronze tower, and the Songzi Temple has only one fourth-turn mushroom master, Master Wen.

Under such circumstances, it would be easy for Master Wen to seize power.

She raised her arm and called out, and all the Buddhist monks responded, drawing their swords and killing the remaining abbots.

At this moment, the purge had already lasted for a stick of incense.

The shouts and cries of killing never ceased. Countless monks who had followed the abbot to abuse their power and bring harm to the people were beheaded.

In an instant, the Songzi Temple was filled with people and flames shot up into the sky.

I don’t know how long has passed...

Those remaining abbots who tried to resist were all frightened by Master Wen and had no desire to resist anymore.

"Master, Master, please spare us, we were forced to do this!"

"Please spare us for the sake of our fellow disciples!"

Dozens of abbot remnants, their faces covered in blood, knelt in a pool of blood and kowtowed repeatedly, their foreheads hitting the bluestone slabs with a dull sound.

Master Wen sneered, and her blood-stained face looked terrifying in the firelight.

"Fellow disciple?"

"Who is your fellow disciple?"

"It is because of you that the Songzi Temple has become so filthy."

"Today, I will represent Buddhism and purge all this filth from you!"

"I just told you to put down your butcher knives, but you all pretended not to hear me. You even dared to bring up the abbot to scare me."

"It's too late to beg for mercy now that you're on the verge of death!"

Master Wen wiped the blood off her face and remained unmoved by the monks' pleas for mercy.

She flung away her blood-stained robe and sternly shouted, "Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"

"Keeping these evils here will only tarnish the reputation of our Buddhist sect. If they cause trouble again in the future, the people will suffer!"

"Today I will only kill, not save, I will kill them all!"

Nun Wen is not a pedantic person, nor is she a saint.

She hates evil and her lifelong philosophy is to make all the evil people in the world get the retribution they deserve.

The so-called laying down the butcher knife and becoming a Buddha instantly does not work at all for Master Wen.

In Master Wen's opinion, these evil and lewd monks could only do justice to the people who had suffered so much because of them by dying.

At this moment, Master Wen gave an order!
The Buddhist monks raised their swords high and slashed one by one.

In an instant, the abbot's remaining heads fell to the ground, and blood splattered, dyeing the Temple red.

"He, they are dead..."

In every corner of the Songzi Temple, huddled and shivering little monks watched this scene in disbelief.

These young novice monks were often bullied by the remnants of the abbot.

And they can only endure it silently, unable to even resist.

Now that these lewd monks are dead, these young monks will finally no longer have to suffer and have nightmares every night.

For a moment, all the novice monks cried for joy, crying and laughing at the same time.

Nun Wen threw down her curled blade and looked towards the nine-story bronze tower with a grim look in her eyes.

"The filth of the Songzi Temple now only needs the abbot as its leader..."

Just at this moment, a certain communication mushroom in her dantian suddenly moved slightly.

Nun Wen's eyes suddenly lit up and a hint of joy flashed across her face.

"Good, good, the Buddhist monk finally sent news."

She quickly activated the communication mushroom, not knowing what news she received, and her brows gradually furrowed.

"This……"

"Will we reach Zhaodi Town tomorrow?"

"Right now, Senior Brother Wu is still in the Bronze Tower. I wonder if things are going well there."

"With the abbot's ability, I'm afraid we'll have a hard time making it to tomorrow..."

When Master Wen thought of this, she became worried for a moment.

She knew very well that with only the few remaining people in Songzi Temple.

Whether it was to stop the abbot from obtaining the Wuxiang inheritance or to hold the abbot back and wait for the Buddhist monk, he was powerless.

If these people appeared in front of the abbot, it would be tantamount to seeking death.

But if we ignore it and let the abbot stay in the Wuxiang inheritance, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Abbot Wan inherited the Wuxiang inheritance and escaped with the inheritance.

Then everything she has done over the years will become a joke.

Thinking of this, Master Wen gritted her teeth and made a decision without hesitation.

"Come here, tell the three families that Abbot Shanren has defected to the evil ways and has held their clan leaders hostage." "Let them follow me to the Wuxiang inheritance..."

"Remember to bring the three lists. If they don't come, they will be involved with the demonic sect."

"Every one of them counts, and the Buddhist sect will not let them off easily!"

……

Nine-story bronze tower, fifth floor.

"Boom!"

As soon as Wu Liang escaped into this place, he closed the bronze door completely without thinking.

Abbot Shanren is currently blocking the way behind us and will probably catch up soon.

If he wanted to escape, turning back was impossible.

"The abbot arrived too quickly."

"Now that my escape route is blocked, the Wuxiang Order has become useless. It's truly like there's no way to go up to heaven, and no way to enter the earth."

Wu Liang laughed at himself, leaning against the wall and taking a few deep breaths.

He had just used up a lot of his energy rowing the boat, and now he couldn't run even if he wanted to.

But even so, Wu Liang did not show any panic on his face when facing such a desperate situation.

Everywhere he went, he encountered desperate situations, and every time he did so, he felt like he was walking on a tightrope on a cliff.

Wu Liang had long been accustomed to this and had developed the habit of remaining calm even when faced with a crisis.

Even at this moment, he still had the leisure to see what the Wuxiang True Transmission that he had seized was.

Just listen to a "bang"!
Wu Liang crushed the dazzling halo without hesitation.

If he doesn't take a look at this so-called immortal fate now, if he unfortunately falls into the hands of the abbot, he will probably never have the chance to see it again.

As the brilliant halo was crushed, a rather strange thing suddenly came into view.

This thing is not a mushroom, not a mushroom material, and not even a killer mushroom trick.

At first glance, it looks like just an ordinary porcelain vase.

That's right!

It's a porcelain vase.

The porcelain vase has a smooth surface, a square body and a round mouth, and a unique shape.

"This is?"

Wu Liang frowned, as if he had not expected that one of the so-called three Wuxiang true teachings mentioned by Wuxiang Yishi would actually be such a thing.

This thing is neither a mushroom nor a powerful killing move, so what use is it?

Wu Liang was puzzled and tried to figure it out.

As a result, he soon discovered that the broken porcelain bottle was a whole piece, with the mouth sealed, and it couldn't even be opened to contain silver water or something.

However, Wu Liang did not believe that what he had fished out after spending so much effort and even risking the loss of some memory would be useless.

As the saying goes, to untie a bell, you must tie the bell.

Wu Liang doesn’t know what this thing is used for, but doesn’t Wuxiang Yiyi know it either?

Thinking of this, he immediately took out the Wuxiang Order and said, "Senior Wuxiang, I know you are watching."

"Given my current condition, I'm afraid I'll be dead soon once that old lecherous monk arrives."

"And all of this is thanks to Senior Wuxiang."

"If it weren't for Senior Wuxiang, who didn't want me to use the Wuxiang Order and leave, and who insisted on trying to get this useless Wuxiang True Instruction, I wouldn't have ended up like this."

"Before I die, I want to know my death."

"I wonder what this thing is that Senior Wuxiang has bewitched me so much that I have to fish it out."

Wu Liang laughed miserably, looking desperate.

As soon as he finished speaking, the voice of the formless will rang out.

"Friend Wu, this is your fault."

"Have I ever bewitched you?"

"I'm just telling the truth. The porcelain bottle you hold in your hand is indeed a good thing."

"As for the effect..."

"If you take this thing to the ninth floor, you will naturally know its function."

Upon hearing this, Wu Liang pointed at himself and couldn't help but say, "Senior Wuxiang, do you think I can still reach the ninth floor in this state?"

"There's Abbot Shanren behind us, watching closely."

"Now I have no way to go up to heaven or down to earth. If he catches me, I will die."

"Senior Wuxiang thinks too highly of me."

Wuxiang Yizhi remained silent, and the voice came again.

"Why are you so pessimistic, Mr. Wu?"

"Don't worry, even if that bald donkey catches you, he won't do anything to you for a moment."

"I don't believe you don't know what that bald donkey wants to do to you."

Wu Liang's eyes moved slightly. He certainly knew what Abbot Shanren wanted to do to him.

He simply took a fancy to the first-class Dantian and wanted to take over the body again.

"Friend Wu, compared to that bald donkey, I am more optimistic about you and that you will eventually inherit my will."

"In my opinion, you are no less cunning than that bald donkey."

"The outcome is uncertain now, and any one of you could be the dark horse."

"It's too early to give up now."

The formless will spoke softly, and its voice echoed here for a long time without dying down.

"Now that you have the time to chat with me, young friend Wu, why don't you think of a way to pass this test before that bald donkey arrives?"

"As the saying goes, you must be ready for death before you can survive."

"As long as Young Friend Wu can stay ahead of that bald donkey in every aspect and reach the ninth floor where I am first."

"By then, you will inherit the Wuxiang inheritance and own the entire nine-story bronze tower. If you want to get rid of that bald donkey, won't it be easy?"

(End of this chapter)