The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 106 One cause, one effect; now the effect has arrived.

The Earth Soul Heaven-Shattering Sword in Zhou Yan's hand was heavy, but with such weight, sharpness was not so important. The monk's wrist fell to the ground, paused for a moment, and then thick, blackish-red blood flowed out.

Zhou Yan used the fire of beacon towers to burn all the gold powder bestowed as blessings.

While the child was still bewildered, Zhou Yan had already thrown him aside and then slammed his shoulder into the chest of the monk whose wrist had been severed. The explosive attack sent the monk flying and knocked down the candle tower for prayers on one side.

Amidst the rumbling sound.

Zhou Yan took a deep breath, pointed the knife ahead, and in the silence, shouted:

"The Reclining Buddha Temple?!"

"I, the Taoist priest, will lift the mountain!"

"Get out of here, you irrelevant people, or you'll all die!" he shouted. Flames rose, and the ordinary people who saw this were terrified. They screamed and ran outside.

Lei Hanwen was so frightened that he sat there and saw the young Taoist priest looking at him from the side.

run.

He saw the words that Zhou Yan's lips were moving.

There were already some martial monks around, rushing over with iron clubs in hand. Zhou Yan spun around and grabbed one with his right hand.

Riding the wind!

A violent storm arose, turning into a whirlpool that swept in lamp oil and fire. The sounds of clashing weapons suddenly became shrill, and the people, seeing this, became even more panicked and retreated.

The Buddhist ceremony suddenly became chaotic.

However, ordinary people eventually began to stay away from this dangerous place. Zhou Yan swung his heavy sword repeatedly, even though this place was only fifty or sixty miles away from Wugong Town, and the blessing of the God of Agriculture's ears of grain was still there.

Zhou Yan's magical power enabled him to unleash three strikes.

However, mana regeneration is faster than attacking.

At this moment, when unleashing his moves, he didn't care about the energy consumption at all. The Earth Soul Blade was wrapped in the sword energy brought by the Broken Army Fierce Qi Talisman. This unique spell, which could only be acquired after being refined into an eighth-grade Xuan Official weapon, made it seem as if it didn't consume any mana, and he kept slashing.

In an instant, they broke through the monks' blockade.

"Uncle Shen, I'm sorry."

"Plan Two".

Shen Cangming and Zhou Yan had an agreement that if anything changed, they would communicate using Anren Army's code. Zhou Yan broke through the blockade of the monks with his knife. It seemed that because he was in front of outsiders, Zhou Yan could feel that after the knife cut, the skin beneath the bodies was empty and unaffected.

But the monks who had been beheaded lay motionless on the ground.

It was as if he had really killed me.

Zhou Yan could see the insects moving beneath these skins like sand.

Zhou Yan rushed forward, and a burly monk rushed out from the other side, wielding a staff. He swung it down at Zhou Yan, but Zhou Yan blocked the heavy blows with his sword.

boom!
Zhou Yan grunted, and the opponent's attack was redirected into the ground.

The blue bricks underfoot suddenly cracked.

Using the power of the beacon fire, he countered with the Earth Soul Blade, slicing along the long handle of the Zen staff and severing the opponent's wrist. Behind him, three more monks, wielding iron rods, smashed down on the back of Zhou Yan's head. Zhou Yan was about to retaliate.

But then they heard the crisp, clean sound of a blade cutting through the air.

The three monks behind him were cut in half at the waist and fell to the ground.

The person who made the move was Chen Xuanli, a trusted confidant of Li Longji who had followed him in his uprising to kill Empress Wei and Princess Anle, and to force Yang Guozhong and Yang Guifei to commit suicide. He was also the Grand General of the Dragon Martial Army of the Tang Dynasty.

Zhou Yan turned around and saw the dignified old man and Gao Lishi there as well.

Chen Xuanli looked at the flames swirling on Zhou Yan's blade, recognized the power, and said slowly, "Strategist, beacon fire, which legion are you a general of?"

Zhou Yan drew his sword, looked at Chen Xuanli before him, and said:

"Just a free spirit."

The two confront each other.

Chen Xuanli said nothing more. Li Longji looked at the monks who had been killed and saw that beneath their skins were empty cavities. In the thick, black blood, there were countless worms crawling around, covered in blood. It was a horrifying and disgusting sight.

Li Longji crushed two insects and said, "It's a monster..."

The entire Reclining Buddha Temple became noisy. The sounds of footsteps, exclamations, prayer flags fluttering in the wind, chanting scriptures, and the ringing of bells and drums mingled together, but the incense smoke still slowly rose.

The entire temple seemed to exude a solemn and dignified feeling.

The sounds in the air converged—panic, resistance, praise, chanting—and finally coalesced into a low murmur with a profound Buddhist charm, resonating deep within everyone's heart.

“Mou————”

Zhou Yan felt the bronze Buddhist lamp at his waist begin to heat up.

This place is a Buddhist temple with a history of hundreds of years, originally built at the end of the Sui Dynasty. It is a place of great religious significance. This Longevity Sutra Dharma Assembly is also of a very large scale. Zhou Yan saw that the three monks who had just been killed by Chen Xuanli were starting to get up again, with insects crawling around their wounds.

His joints were twisted, his body was contorted, as if he were unfamiliar with this body.

It was a very difficult time getting back on my feet.

The twisted head suddenly turned, staring intently at Zhou Yan and the others.

The three or five monks chanted together.

"Pure and free, compassionate and loving, supreme Buddha Mother, reborn as a deity!"

The sound seemed to resonate throughout the entire temple. Zhou Yan's lips twitched, but before he could even shout, Li Sanlang had already started running, yelling, "Run!!!"

Zhou Yan was astonished to see that the elderly Li Sanlang was running faster than him.

Ahead stood a monk with a wooden face, lifeless eyes, and insects crawling out of him, his hands clasped together: "Amitabha, benefactor, turn back and you will find the right path."

"Get lost!" Li Sanlang punched the monk's head, knocking it to the side.

He then swung the jade ruyi scepter and smashed it on the head before continuing to run.

Having lived under the shadow of the Empress's slaying sword since childhood, and having seized the throne through martial arts in his youth, Li Sanlang and the elderly Li Longji are almost two different people. And now, within this old man's body, the younger version of himself seems to have come back to life.

The old man's lips twitched slightly, a rare glint in his eyes.

The youthful vigor and sharpness seem to have reappeared.

Zhou Yan saw Chen Xuanli holding a knife behind him and suddenly slashed horizontally.

The blazing flames transformed into a raging inferno, tearing forward and reducing the three monks, along with their skins and insects, to ruins. Chen Xuanli looked at Zhou Yan and said, "When I was young, I was the Commandant of the Guogan Army and also served as a beacon tower official."

"go!"

The four of them ran outside, but the monks blocked the door.

They were so numerous and densely packed that it was terrifying.

These monks maintained their human form in front of the common people, but when facing Zhou Yan, they gradually changed, revealing their demonic forms. Insects, different kinds of insects, crawled in and out of their seven orifices, occasionally flapping their wings and emitting a faint buzzing sound.

Just thinking about those insects swarming over him, flying into his ears and nose, gnawing at his flesh, and rupturing his eardrums gave Zhou Yan goosebumps all over his body.

Zhou Yanqi made a decisive move—Gale!
Summon them!

boom! ! !
A blazing storm swirled around the four of them, covering an entire courtyard. Their magical power was rapidly depleting. Zhou Yan's magical power and cultivation meant that this spell could only last for two seconds, but now, with the blessing of the God of Agriculture's ears of grain, he could continue casting the spell.

Chen Xuanli was astonished as he looked at the young Taoist who was making a decision. His sleeves were rolled up, and he was riding the wind. He had a natural air of otherworldly elegance.

Such skill?

Such magic can exist without setting up an altar or performing rituals?
A high-ranking Taoist priest qualified to wear a purple robe?
So young?

Before the flying insects could get close, they were swept in by the gale. Li Longji pulled out a stick from somewhere, held the end with one hand, and with the other hand slightly forward, he gave a sudden jolt. The stick exploded into a blur of afterimages, showing that he was quite skilled with the stick.

At this time, the world had just experienced the An Lushan Rebellion, and there were two emperors. Li Longji and the Duke of Taishan suffered huge blows, but the Duke of Taishan was already in disarray, while Li Longji only suffered a major blow to his foundation.

He was also protected by a dense purple aura.

After all, he was the emperor who ruled a peaceful and prosperous empire for fifty years.

A dead skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

There were so many insects that many monks came from all directions. After surrounding Zhou Yan and his group, they were killed once and their true forms were revealed. Outside, incense was still burning brightly, but inside, it was like a den of demons and monsters.

Zhou Yan slashed with his sword, his eyes scanning the surrounding resentment. He spotted a clean spot and said, "Back off! Back off!"

Chen Xuanli pulled out a mixed-iron rod from the pack on his back, and chopped it down heavily, smashing a monk's head into a watermelon. He then connected it with the horizontal sword in his hand, twisted it, and transformed it into a long-handled battle sword, sweeping across a wide area, and the flames stopped emanating.

Regardless of his current rank as a Xuan official, the characteristics of the beacon tower dictate his fate.

His magical power is absolutely at the bottom among those in the same realm.

Li Longji held a wooden stick, and even Gao Lishi took out a whisk with a meteor hammer head hanging from his sleeve. Zhou Yan's lips twitched, and he found that these guys were so full of martial spirit that it was unbelievable.

The four people stood back to back and retreated, and finally Zhou Yan cast a spell.

The power of wind suddenly reversed, and the two storms from different directions collided. Chen Xuanli's long-handled battle sword pressed against the ground, and his magic power surged. He slashed forward with a loud roar.

A fissure opened in the earth, and the earth's energy burst forth, carrying flames.

The earth's fire completely enveloped the Zen temple.

Its color was bluish, like glass. All the demons in this glassy earth vein fire slowly solidified, their life force completely extinguished, turning into amber, into glass-like existences, falling to the ground, collapsing and disappearing.

Chen Xuanli was breathing heavily as he stepped back and entered the house.

Then, using a bronze-colored magic disc, he placed it on the door, and a protective barrier appeared, reinforcing the door. Chen Xuanli turned to look at Zhou Yan, who appeared robust but already had gray hair at his temples, clearly not in his prime. He said:
"Now tell me, how do you know there are demons here?"

Now everyone is in the same boat. When Zhou Yan revealed the truth, the expressions of the three men froze. Li Sanlang said slowly, "Do you want my Guanzhong lineage to suffer a hundred years of crop failure within a thousand miles?"

"demon……"

"He deserves to die!"

Li Sanlang was originally an emperor, but now his country is in such a state, his foundation is severely damaged. Faced with such a calamity, he has neither proud soldiers nor human treasures. These few people are trapped inside the Reclining Buddha Temple. It is like a clever woman trying to cook without rice.

The noise outside is getting louder and louder.

The monsters here have discovered them and have begun to attack the gate that has been marked with a seal.

Right now, we must find a way to hide.

Zhou Yan drew his sword and carved An Renjun's secret order on a nearby pillar.

His gaze swept around, and he saw the main hall of the Reclining Buddha Temple. Zhou Yan saw the enormous reclining Buddha, his eyes flickered, and he jumped onto the Buddha statue. He saw that the interior of the large reclining Buddha in the Reclining Buddha Temple was actually a hollow space, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"really……"

This is the place where the monster recorded in the jade book, the gambling den owner Dengying'er, hides.

Li Sanlang asked, "What did you find up there?"

Zhou Yan said, "A hiding place." He reached out and pulled Li Sanlang up. Chen Xuanli and Gao Lishi also came in and hid in the hollow of the reclining Buddha. They then used a gentle breeze to disperse the aura and took out the bronze Buddha lamp.

This object can illuminate the netherworld, allowing mortals to see it, and can also make things that are normally visible to the naked eye become difficult to perceive.

As the oil lamp lit up, the Buddha's light slowly spread out, and things visible to the naked eye gradually disappeared.

Just as he finished doing all this, the door was smashed down.

The demonic monks swarmed in.

(End of this chapter)