Chapter 45 A Slap in the Face

When Wei Yuan saw the historical events, the First Emperor holding his sword to destroy mountains and temples, ordering three thousand convicts to directly attack Mount Xiang, he was overwhelmed by the spirit of the Ancestral Dragon and sighed in admiration, but suddenly he vaguely noticed something was wrong.

When he saw the tiger tally at the waist of the leading figure, and saw his young and slightly familiar face, Wei Yuan's expression changed slightly. He recognized the identity of this person—

The last famous general of the Great Qin, Zhang Han, when he was still a teenager.

His face did not yet bear the exhaustion of running around to support the Great Qin.

The young man was dressed in black armor, his eyebrows were raised, flamboyant, brilliant, and distinct.

Then Wei Yuan saw the sword in his hand and the familiar tiger tally jade pendant at his waist.

And then his head went numb.

Wei Yuan's eyes widened slightly, feeling his thoughts stagnate slightly, and then a series of familiar texts flashed in his mind—

Sili Xiaowei (Director of Retainers), formerly known as Wohu (Crouching Tiger), Zhou official, re-established by Emperor Wu of Han, in charge of 1,200 servants and officials in the central capital.

In charge of witchcraft affairs, good at destroying mountains and temples.

The First Emperor ordered three thousand convict laborers to destroy mountains and temples.

This familiar feeling could not be ignored. Wei Yuan immediately thought that the Great Qin was the country that ended the Great Zhou Dynasty. Then where would the Wohu command of the Great Zhou fall?

This almost requires no doubt.

In that instant, Wei Yuan suddenly understood the reaction of the monsters in the mountains when they saw his Wohu command - even the God of the Xiang River was almost attacked. Although Zhang Han, the master of the pre-Qin Wohu command, lost, he was also a fierce man qualified to fight with the Hegemon-King, sweeping across the rebel armies of various countries like a mat.

After that, almost no generation was a coward.

Wei Wu Cao Cao, Five Tiger General Zhang Fei, Crouching Dragon Zhuge Liang, and Du Yu, the commander who destroyed Wu.

This was the reputation accumulated generation after generation since the Qin Emperor, a fierce reputation.

And the first to become a prey under the Wohu's knife was once a true god, Yao's daughter, Shun's wife.

The Lord of the Xiang River.

Wei Yuan opened his mouth, he looked up slightly, a little melancholy.

He felt like he had once again taken on a very, very big burden.

Why say again.

I should stay away from the Xiang River area in the future...

This thought flashed by. The picture in front of him changed rapidly. The Qi force remaining on the jade dragon reached its end. The jade spirit in this Huai River followed Yinglong from Kunlun for a long time, always unaware of the human world outside. And Yinglong Gengchen, after receiving the news that Kunlun was in trouble, left.

The jade dragon stayed here, briefly suppressing the Huai River.

Yinglong Gengchen planned to return as soon as possible.

But he never returned.

But when the jade dragon transformed, intending to take over the Huai River and become the Lord of a Water, a figure appeared. It was a man wearing simple monk robes, with no hair on his head, a face of sorrow but also of peace, and his appearance did not seem to be from the Central Plains.

He stretched out his hand to receive the mythological characteristics of the Huai River water system.

The jade dragon was furious and transformed into its true form to fight him, but was suppressed in the blink of an eye.

Wei Yuan's pupils contracted, knowing that this was the monk who came from Suyab in the Western Regions during the Tang Dynasty, the so-called Sangha, the rumored reincarnation of the Avalokitesvara. He stared at the illusion of the jade dragon, but the monk's face was always covered with a layer of water mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

But suddenly, the monk looked up and looked at him from the illusion.

Wei Yuan was caught off guard, and a surge of power pressed down through the illusion. Wei Yuan felt the whole world suddenly darken, and the remaining memories from the jade dragon completely dissipated, only the monk became clearer, or rather, his face became more blurred, and his eyes became clearer, calm and unwavering.

The Buddhist family's elimination of leakage, all magical powers are complete.

Wei Yuan suddenly recalled the reaction of Wuzhiqi when he manifested in his dream. Since Wuzhiqi, who had been suppressed and sealed for five thousand years, could make a virtual existence have self-awareness, then why couldn't the monk Sangha, who intercepted Wuzhiqi's Huai River divinity, do it?

Buddhist supernatural powers are naturally good at this.

In other words, he is still alive, or rather, in a state similar to this?

Thoughts flashed through Wei Yuan's mind like lightning, and then he was forced to face the pressure of this Sangha illusion by the enormous pressure. Extremely trivial Buddhist chants suddenly rang in his ears, sometimes near and sometimes far, coming from an unknown number of mouths, making him upset and blood gushing from the corners of his mouth.

A crack began to appear on the ancient mask on his face, starting from the center of his eyebrows, and half of it shattered directly.

Just as Wei Yuan was completely crushed by this pressure far exceeding his own strength, and the Buddhist scriptures chanted in his ears broke through the seal of his spirit and washed away his true spirit, a palm forcibly pressed on his shoulder.

Wei Yuan heard the whistling of chains and the thunderous rush of the Huai River.

The consciousness in his pupils suddenly condensed.

He heard Wuzhiqi's voice, the low and angry roar of a tiger:

"Beat him!"

Wei Yuan subconsciously raised his hand, and the torrent turned into a sword in his hand, and then he slashed down fiercely. The anger of almost being forcibly brainwashed and annoyed by the noisy and numerous voices to the point of wanting to vomit blood turned into a deep roar.

"Noisy!!!"

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Nanhai Guanyin Temple (South Sea Guanyin Temple), the legendary Daoist temple of Avalokitesvara.

It is also a holy land in the contemporary cultivation world of China, no less than the Dragon Tiger Mountain of the Daoist school.

Of course, it is as a place of inheritance for Buddhism.

Even in the land of Sakura Island, Mount Putuo has an extremely high status. There are monks and cultivators from Sakura Island who come here to hang their orders and practice asceticism, and abide by the stricter precepts of Chinese Buddhism compared to Sakura Island.

This is because when a monk and virtuous man from Sakura Island went to the Tang Dynasty to practice and invited the statue of Guanyin from Mount Wutai back to Sakura Island, he passed by Mount Putuo, and the wind and rain were strong. The Japanese monk realized the Zen opportunity and knew that this Buddha statue was unwilling to leave, so he left the statue of Guanyin and called it the "Unwilling to Go Guanyin Temple".

At this moment in the Guanyin Temple, the contemporary abbot and all the eminent monks are in closed-door cultivation.

In front of them is the legendary Buddha statue that refuses to leave.

Chanting the Prajna Heart Sutra, gradually gaining understanding, the true spirit is peaceful and happy, but suddenly they hear the chanting of Brahma, and one by one they open their eyes in surprise, seeing that the Guanyin statue has actually become real, its face is delicate, its expression is peaceful, the Buddha's light behind it is brilliant, the jade bottle in its hand emits flowing clouds, and its hand is in a demon-降魔-subduing posture.

In the Buddhist temple, there are also various Guanyin manifesting Buddha statues, including the Thousand-Hand Guanyin and the Demon-Subduing Guanyin, each displaying its wonderful methods.

For a time, it was as if the Buddhist kingdom had descended, and all were in a demon-subduing posture.

The monks were all overjoyed and said:

"The Bodhisattva is showing his spirit, subduing external demons."

"Quickly summon the disciples."

"We will help the patriarch subdue the demons!"

Along with the continuous ringing of the heavy Buddhist bell, disciples rushed in, all wearing monk robes, and regardless of the futons, they all sat cross-legged on the ground with great interest.

Some pinched the demon-subduing mudra, others pinched the fearless mudra, and chanted various Buddhist scriptures in their mouths. They only saw the true Buddha descending into the world, and various phenomena manifested. The Avalokitesvara was truly unparalleled and entered an unprecedented state of devotion.

At this moment, suddenly they heard the sound of water surging like thunder.

Everyone was stunned, seeing a phantom seem to appear in the void, wrapped in water.

The monks were not afraid, but became more and more excited.

"The external demon has revealed its true form, everyone, years of hard work are all at this moment."

The old abbot possessed true cultivation, and whispered in his mouth, his body emitting Buddha's light. For a time, various colors of Buddha's light appeared in the Guanyin Temple, as if there were heavenly flowers falling and golden lotuses springing from the earth. The monks chanted Buddhist scriptures in their mouths, as if drunk and infatuated. For a time, there was truly the atmosphere of the ancient 'first Buddhist kingdom of the East'.

At this moment, they saw the external demon suddenly raise his hand and say:

"Noisy!!!"

With a roar, there was then a clear sword cry.

Everyone suddenly heard a cracking sound, and the chanting stopped.

The pupils of the leading monks suddenly contracted and they raised their heads abruptly.

The sword light flashed.

The monks raised their heads and saw a sword mark appearing between the eyebrows of the true, peaceful, and majestic Avalokitesvara in their eyes. The chanting sound, like coming from beyond the sky, stopped abruptly, and then a subtle sound suddenly spread out. They saw that the true and unquestionable Avalokitesvara lost the aura of true spirit and gradually turned into a stone statue.

They saw that there was really a sword mark between the eyebrows of the stone statue.

A dead silence.

The previous chanting sound had actually turned into silence under that one word of noisy scolding.

Then the cracking sound became clear.

The statue actually cracked and shattered.

And the illusory figure became real and clear.

Golden pupils were cold, and there was an ancient mask on his face, only half of which was broken, and half was intact. The broken part revealed a cold face, and the intact part was an ancient and majestic statue. It was true and false, one real and one illusory. With golden pupils, he held the sword diagonally in his hand and swept across the monks.

Slowly dissipated.

On the abbot's wrist, the Buddhist beads, which were said to be left by the famous monk Sangha during the Tang Dynasty, suddenly scattered.

The beads fell all over the ground.

He slumped to the ground and murmured:

"...Buddha's enemy...Buddha's enemy!"

ps: Today's second update...

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