521: Chapter 76: Enemy, Friend 521: Chapter 76: Enemy, Friend The Fan Yin Temple delegation was advancing on the official road of Qixia Mountain.
The sun was setting.
A golden light array with Light Fire Talismans rose up on all sides of the convoy.
True Master Jun Shan sat on top of the last carriage, inside a Golden Light Array, along with a tall monk who was presiding.
Surrounding the tall monk, who was meditating with closed eyes, were the sounds of Fan Yin (Buddhist chanting) while the Ming Sha Treasure Staff lay horizontally before him with ancient golden scriptures revolving around him.
…
The child in a Daoist robe rested his chin on one hand, his temples flying, and spoke with a puzzled expression: “Bald donkey, it’s been so quiet in this kid’s carriage for so long, and you’re not worried at all?”
“There’s nothing to worry about.”
Miao Zhen said indifferently, “The opponent is merely at the Cave Heaven Realm, even if he has some Evil Techniques from heretic paths, could he really kill without making a sound?”
“Indeed.”
True Master Jun Shan squinted and said, “Speaking of which, this mission has been quite troubled, hasn’t it?
The troubles inside Chu Country could even be ignored…
But how is it that your Fan Yin Temple has even more enemies than this lad surnamed Xie?”
Since the arrival of that female spy from the Book Tower.
True Master Jun Shan’s Heart Lake had started harboring a foreboding feeling.
Obviously.
The territory of Yuan Province was not so peaceful.
“As the saying goes, ‘The tree desires calm, yet the wind will not subside.'”
Miao Zhen lowered his gaze and said heavily: “Nalan Xuance and Chen Chong have already posed a ‘Destroying Buddha’ stance…
This storm, I’m afraid, will only cease after a clear victory or defeat is determined.”
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The carriage jostled, yet remained silent.
Nalan Qiutong, who had a smile just a moment ago, suddenly could not speak.
Xie Xuanyi, who was playing with a dagger, suddenly acted, a cold glimmer flashed across his eyes, not giving the opponent any chance to block or counterattack.
He abruptly stood up, one hand pressing down on the woman’s neck, slamming her heavily against the side of the carriage, the dull impact sound even penetrated the array patterns, reaching the front of the carriage.
“…
Lord Xie?”
Iron Eyes’ voice entered the carriage.
Xie Xuanyi calmly transmitted his voice: “Nothing to worry about, continue driving.”
After such a reply, Iron Eyes no longer paid attention here.
“Heh…
hehehe…”
Nalan Qiutong’s eyes still held a smiling expression.
Her neck veins bulged, her face turned purplish, but the words she squeezed out were full of heavy sarcasm: “You really are…
capable, you want to kill me?”
“I know you’re not afraid to die.”
Xie Xuanyi said indifferently, “The ‘Control String Skill’ of Xuanwei Island always works from behind the scenes, never revealing its true self…
but no matter how strong the skill, it still requires a thread of Divine Thought…”
The Control String Skill of Xuanwei Island was in fact what was known as “Mechanical Techniques.”
The false appearance of Nalan Qiutong, when scanned by others’ Divine Thought, was extremely difficult to discern, its concealability almost comparable to “All Living Beings,” due to this skill.
This body was not her original one.
All techniques in the world either require Primordial Energy or are controlled by Divine Thought.
The Heavenly Puppet Sect’s Puppet Control Technique, which uses living flesh and blood and greatly harms heaven and earth’s harmony, was actually inspired by Xuanwei Island’s Control String Skill.
“I don’t care.”
Nalan Qiutong sneered dismissively: “Since I’ve come here, I never planned to return.
This thread of Divine Thought, if you want it, take it…
But Xie Zhen, I must remind you, I came here with the intention of ‘seeking peace.’ If you make a move, it would mean tearing all pretense of cordiality apart.
After this, don’t blame the ruthless sword.”
“Are you threatening me?”
A chill swept through Xie Xuanyi’s eyes.
“I…”
Nalan Qiutong attempted to speak again.
The next moment.
Sword Intent burst forth, Xie Xuanyi stared straight into the woman’s eyes, a thread of Divine Thought like a sharp sword pierced into her brow.
“Uh?!”
Nalan Qiutong’s pupils constricted, unable to dodge in time.
This thread of Sword Thought plunged into the Heart Lake, directly shattering the woman’s Purple Mansion!
Nalan Qiutong’s eyes immediately lost all color, turning into a boundless darkness; she leaned against the carriage surface, slowly sliding down.
Devoid of Divine Thought and the support of the String Skill, her skin lost its luster and dried up, and within moments, her whole body turned to dust.
“Rustle…”
Xie Xuanyi, with a grave expression, withdrew the talisman, and opened the carriage curtain.
The pile of sawdust-like powder, caught by the wind, flew out toward the carriage exterior.
“???”
Iron Eyes, driving the carriage, caught a glimpse of this scene, taken aback.
What just happened?
What about the lady who boarded the carriage…
why nothing’s left inside the carriage but some flying ash and Little Xie Mountain Master?
“The Xuanwei Technique truly is an evil art.”
True Master Jun Shan also witnessed this scene.
He clucked his tongue in wonder, “It was a beautiful and lively person when she got on the carriage, how did she so suddenly turn into powder and ash?
This young lady was merely a disciple of Nalan Xuance, and yet she already makes it difficult for even me to discern the truth or falsehood of her appearance, let alone the profoundness of Nalan Xuance’s ‘Xuanwei Technique’.”
“In essence, red powder is just a skeleton.”
Miao Zhen still looked as composed as ever: “Whether it’s any sect or path, they all share one great Dao river.
No matter how exquisite Xuanwei Technique is, it has its flaws.
If you cultivate the Buddhist ‘Heavenly Vision,’ with just a thought, you could easily see through the heaven’s secrets.
Even Nalan Xuance’s String Skill could not deceive your fiery-gold eyes.”
“Enough already.”
True Master Jun Shan snorted, “Who would want to poke out their eyes to cultivate this Divine Power?
Why would I blind myself and miss out on the beauty around me just for this ‘Heavenly Vision’?
If it were really that powerful, why don’t you cultivate it yourself?”
“Limited talent.”
Miao Zhen sighed, “Not everyone can be like a Zen Master and cultivate all Divine Powers to perfection.”
At this moment.
The Golden Light Array trembled slightly.
Miao Zhen transmitted his Divine Thought, and the entire delegation slowly stopped, and all the monks began to rest along the way.
The talisman and array patterns of the last carriage opened.
Deng Baiyi, pushing Mi Yun’s wheelchair, slowly emerged.
After a few days of rest, the condition of the little monk had improved significantly, an incredible miracle seemed to have occurred, as his self-severed legs incredibly grew back a little bit, a truly bizarre and feasible accomplishment of Divine Steps practice.