Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 2646 Substitution
"Wu Chanlu is dead."

Yun Zhongjun stood beside the extinguished soul lamp, his gaze indifferent.

A violent sound suddenly erupted from inside the Arhat Hall, as if something tied to a pillar was struggling.

Yun Zhongjun glanced at it, then carried Wu Chanlu's soul lamp into the inner room.

Wu Chanxu, who had almost become one with a wooden statue, stared at his younger brother's soul lamp and made "ah ah" sounds.

"It's because he's useless."

Yun Zhongjun tossed the Soul Lamp in front of Wu Chanxu and said calmly.

"I gave him such a good opportunity, what a waste."

Wu Chanxu remained silent, staring at the soul lamp before him, a trickle of black mud slowly flowing from the corner of his eye.

The black mud fell beside the soul lamp, emitting a foul stench; it was impossible to tell whether it was blood or tears.

Yun Zhongjun glanced at him with disgust, "You useless younger brother volunteered for the mission but failed to complete it."

Wu Chanxu remained silent, staring blankly at the extinguished soul lamp.

He had become this inhuman and ghostly appearance, but he still remembered the image of Wu Chanlu kneeling before Yun Zhongjun, begging Yun Zhongjun to send him to the Central Plains as a military advisor.

"Master, I dare to ask, if I complete this task, could you... could you restore Brother Xu to his original state?"

His younger brother, who was usually the most cowardly and afraid of death, knelt on the ground, trembling, and kowtowed repeatedly to Yun Zhongjun.

"You? Do you have that ability?"

"If I fail to complete this mission, I will answer to you with my head!"

Wu Chanxu thought that Yun Zhongjun would not agree to let Wu Chanlu lead the troops, and he knew his younger brother's abilities better than anyone else.

Unexpectedly, Yun Zhongjun agreed to Wu Chanlu's request.

Wu Chanlu indeed led the Western Rong troops and the Northern Wei rebels to breach the Yongye Great Wall.

But in the end, Wu Chanlu did not return.

Wu Chanxu stared blankly at the soul lamp.

“It was Ying Baoyue who killed him,” Yun Zhongjun glanced at Wu Chanxu’s expression and suddenly said with amusement, “Do you want to avenge your brother?”

Wu Chanxu's eyes, carved on the wooden statue, turned upwards, staring blankly at his master, whose thoughts he never seemed to know.

"I can give you a new physical body," Yun Zhongjun said, as if suddenly intrigued, looking Wu Chanxu, who resembled a living dead, up and down.

“Killing the princess of the Former Qin was originally your mission,” Yun Zhongjun said calmly. “You are the head of the Zen Temple’s branch in the Former Qin.”

"It's because you're no longer useful that your younger brother had to complete this task for you."

Now that Wu Chanlu has died at Ying Baoyue's hands, Yun Zhongjun believes that no one in the world hates Ying Baoyue more than Wu Chanlu.

This hatred is perfect.

Yun Zhongjun had personally raised the brothers Wu Chanlu and Wu Chanxu since they were young, and he knew better than anyone how much Wu Chanxu valued his younger brother Wu Chanlu.

Although Wu Chanlu was a good-for-nothing, he had the weakness of exploiting Wu Chanxu's willingness to work for the monastery.

From childhood to adulthood, Wu Chanxu would perfectly complete any task that Wu Chanlu was unable to finish.

This time will definitely be the same.

However, Wu Chanxu remained silent in the face of Yun Zhongjun's suggestion.

Yun Zhongjun had originally thought that Wu Chanxu would take the initiative to suggest killing Ying Baoyue, but seeing the other party's reaction, he frowned.

"What's wrong with you? Have you gone mad?"

Wu Chanxu was silent for a moment, then said, "I am no match for Ying Baoyue."

"She scared you half to death?"

Yun Zhongjun sneered, "Your brother died at her hands, and you didn't even have a shred of guts."

Wu Chanxu didn't speak; he simply lowered his gaze and stared blankly at Wu Chanlu's soul lamp without uttering a word.

“Master,” Wu Chanxu suddenly spoke, “did you know all along that Alu would be killed by Ying Baoyue?”

“That’s because he’s useless,” Yun Zhongjun said unhappily. “With so many soldiers surrounding him, who told him to be targeted by Ying Baoyue?”

Wu Chanxu fell silent and looked again at Wu Chanlu's soul lamp.

Yun Zhongjun's gaze grew colder and colder. "Don't you want to avenge your brother?"

Wu Chanxu still did not respond.

Just as Yun Zhongjun was about to fly into a rage, the wooden statue in front of him suddenly shattered with a crack. The wooden statue turned into black mud that scattered all over the ground and merged with Wu Chanlu's soul lamp.

Yun Zhongjun froze, staring in astonishment at the scene before him.

Wu Chanxu died.

He shattered his heart meridian and committed suicide.

"you……"

Lord Yunzhong stared intently at the muddy mess surrounding Wuchanlu before him, and flew into a rage.

"waste!"

……

……

In the underground chamber of the Arhat Hall, beside the blood pool where Lin Baoyue's soul was originally imprisoned.

Chu Yan stood quietly by the nearly dried-up blood pool, lost in thought.

He heard barely audible footsteps behind him. Chu Yan took a deep breath, turned around, and bowed to the person who had approached.

“Master Zen”.

Yun Zhongjun stared expressionlessly at the person kneeling on the ground before him.

"You should know why I'm looking for you, right?"

Chu Yan was silent for a moment, then asked, "Is Wu Chanxu dead?"

Wu Chanxu was, after all, a Heavenly Realm cultivator, and his sudden death would have been felt by other Heavenly Realm cultivators.

“Dead,” Yun Zhongjun’s voice was full of disgust. “Like his brother, they were both worthless trash.”

Chu Yan knelt straight on the ground, like a stone statue. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing, only blowing away the remaining black mud on the ground.

This was the only way he could bid farewell to his former rivals.

The person he had regarded as an adversary for the past ten years, the most prestigious elder in the Zen temple who was once the most trusted by Yun Zhongjun, died just like that.

Wu Chanxu is dead, so it's my turn next.

Yun Zhongjun's gaze fell on Chu Yan, who was kneeling on the ground, his expression inscrutable.

"Wu Chanxu is dead, and you are the only person I can use now."

Chu Yan raised his head. "Does the Zen Master want me to replace Wu Chanlu and kill the former King of Qin?"

Yun Zhongjun frowned. Chu Yan wouldn't even call him by his name.

“I didn’t want to use you before,” he said, his gaze falling coldly on Chu Yan. “I know perfectly well what you’re thinking about that woman.”

Chu Yan's abilities are no less than Wu Chanxu's, but Yun Zhongjun is well aware that Chu Yan is not as loyal as Wu Chanxu, and he is unwilling to use Chu Yan for many things.

Unfortunately, he has no choice now.

Chu Yan took a deep breath. "Master, there's something I've been wanting to ask you for a while now. You should already know that I learned swordsmanship from Shao Siming's spirit underground, right?"

Chu Yan was completely baffled. Yun Zhongjun couldn't possibly have been unaware of it, so why didn't he stop it?

“That’s right, of course I know,” Yun Zhongjun sneered. “Letting the disciples of the Zen Temple learn Shao Siming’s swordsmanship will ultimately increase the strength of my Zen Temple, so what’s wrong with that?”

"I never expected that someone as despicable as you would actually recognize a ball of fire as your master," Yun Zhongjun said coldly.

“There are many things you didn’t expect,” Chu Yan raised his head and looked directly into Yun Zhongjun’s eyes for the first time. “Just as you didn’t expect that Wu Chanlu died, and Wu Chanxu didn’t seek revenge, but instead chose to commit suicide, right?”

As if struck on a sore spot, Yun Zhongjun suddenly waved his hand, and Chu Yan immediately fell to the ground, his face swollen and bleeding from his seven orifices.

When did you start talking back?

Chu Yan covered his face and got up, his expression still calm.

"I know a lot of things you don't know."

Yun Zhongjun believed he could manipulate people's hearts, but in reality, there were some feelings he would never understand.

“Master, if you want me to replace Wu Chanlu to fight the Former Qin people and hunt down the Former Qin king…”

Chu Yan slowly bent down and kowtowed to Yun Zhongjun.

"Then this disciple will also take his leave first, just like Wu Chanxu."

"you!"