The light of the sword is like the moon reflecting on Kyushu

Chapter 2083 Even Darker Than the Demonic Cult

In early winter, the long street of Jishi Military City was frozen like a piece of green iron.

Feng Jiuxiao's white robe remained motionless in the morning breeze. Behind him, the White Lotus Venerable clasped his hands together, his face full of compassion and solemnity!

The two quickly passed the mani stones inscribed with the six-syllable mantra, and the wailing grew closer and closer, heart-wrenching and piercing!
From a distance, one could see seven Tibetan monks in red robes forming a semi-circle, like vultures circling a dying antelope!
A murderous glint appeared in Feng Jiuxiao's eyes!
Yuan Zishan, who was waiting in the carriage, said, "Jiuxiao has gone to take care of some business. Let's find an inn to rest for a while."

Pang Shiwu said, "Alright, sister-in-law!"

Chang Zijing picked up the reins and started driving the carriage for Feng Jiuxiao, while Bai Lian Zun Zhe's carriage was driven by his disciple. The caravan soon arrived at the largest inn, "Snow Peak Pearl".

Feng Jiuxiao and Venerable Bailian followed the monks into the alley.

The golden roof of Jokhang Temple appears blood-red in the morning light.

Tibetan monks shoved the mother and daughter through the forest of prayer flags, the five-colored strips of cloth slapping the girl's face like whips.

Feng Jiuxiao and his companion clung to the roof ridge like ghosts, while strange smoke rose from the gilded mandala in the center of the courtyard below—fine bone fragments floated within the bluish-purple smoke column.

"Splat!" The scarred monk threw out a golden dagger.

The woman was kicked to her knees, and two Tibetan monks tore open her sheepskin coat from the back, revealing her frozen skin! The monk holding the knife grinned maliciously, preparing to skin her!

With a whoosh, a wisp of wind shot out like an arrow, severing the wrist of the Tibetan red-robed monk wielding a knife at the root!
"Who is it?!" the scarred monk roared! Just as he was about to blow the bone horn to sound the alarm, Venerable White Lotus fell to the ground like a meteorite, grabbing the horn with his right hand and shoving it into the scarred monk's throat!
The scene immediately descended into chaos as the other monks rushed forward. Feng Jiuxiao suddenly appeared before them, raising his finger and unleashing a few wisps of wind that shot out like arrows, instantly piercing the foreheads of three red-robed monks who had lunged at him!

Blood plasma mixed with brain matter splashed onto the sutra pillar, creating abstract images.

The last two monks retreated swiftly to the main hall and suddenly pulled the trigger. The massive bronze Buddha statue collapsed with a deafening roar, its belly splitting open, and a torrential rain of poisoned arrows rained down on the crowd!
"Thunder comes!"

Feng Jiuxiao pressed down with his left hand, and a purple electric net curtain appeared out of thin air. The poisoned arrows that hit it instantly turned into molten iron! The electric arcs climbed up the bronze Buddha, and the entire Buddha statue melted into red copper. The thangka inside the hall spontaneously combusted without fire!

The monk screamed and crashed into the mural—where a hidden door lay. Feng Jiuxiao grabbed at the monk with his right hand, and the monk collapsed to the ground. He grabbed again, and another monk's neck shattered, and he instantly fell to the ground dead!

In an instant, all seven monks died!
The monks inside the temple were still unaware of the disturbance. Venerable White Lotus was setting the woman's bones in a side hall. The girl, nestled in her mother's arms, reflected the flickering lightning that had just vanished from Feng Jiuxiao's sleeve in her dark eyes: "Bodhisattva...is he a Han Chinese Bodhisattva?"

Feng Jiuxiao bent down, his fingertips brushing across her frostbitten cheeks. A gentle burst of energy rippled across the wounds, instantly smoothing them away: "I am a human, not a bodhisattva."

He walked toward the ruins of the main mandala. Molten gold enveloped the severed limbs, yet the central half of the leg bone, resembling a trumpet, remained perfectly intact. Inscribed on the bottom of the trumpet was a secret mantra: "Blood offering to the Dakinis, Kalachakra reverses its course."

"So they wanted to nourish the evil weapon with the blood of a virgin," Venerable White Lotus said, picking up some bone powder with a silver needle and sniffing it. "No wonder they wanted to kidnap a seven-year-old girl!"

A commotion suddenly arose outside the hall, and an old monk in yellow robes entered!

He stared at the mandala fragments, trembling. "They've altered the mandala! They're going to open a spacetime rift."

The words abruptly stopped—silver blood suddenly gushed from his seven orifices, and serpentine bulges appeared under his skin! Bai Lian tried to help, but it was too late to seal the acupoints with silver needles. The old monk instantly exploded into a bloody mist, his bone and flesh fragments splattering all over the scripture wall!

Light patterns emerged from the blood mist, eventually condensing into an inverted time wheel pattern!
"Retreat!" Feng Jiuxiao's Xuanhuang treasured sword was suddenly drawn from its sheath, its blade gleaming brightly!
The instant the blade struck the phantom of the Kalachakra, the entire Jokhang Temple shook violently! The eyes of the Buddha statue in the mural suddenly moved, and its palm reached out from the wall to grab the girl!
Feng Jiuxiao used the Xuanhuang Treasure Blade to intercept the Buddha's palm!

The precious sword was brimming with thunderous intent, like a raging flame; the Buddha's palm exuded a chilling aura, like icy ice!
The clash of ice and fire produced a metallic clang! A living person's eyeball was embedded in the Buddha's palm, its pupils shrunk to vertical slits!
"Puppetry?" Venerable White Lotus stomped his foot hard on the ground, causing the earth to tremble. Invisible ripples spread outwards, and more murals and Buddha statues began to peel off the walls. The arms of the Thousand-Hand Guanyin swarmed like maggots!
The Buddha statues have actually started to "come alive"!
Feng Jiuxiao's Xuanhuang Treasure Blade thunderously pierced the floor tile!

With the knife as his core, a spiderweb of lightning instantly spread throughout the entire temple!
Where the electric current passed, the stone Buddhas that rushed towards them collapsed one after another, and the skull of the controller hidden in the Buddha's head was charred black—it was none other than the Tibetan monk who had "died" earlier!

"Using a corpse to cast a spell?" Venerable White Lotus released a silver needle that flew out of his hand and pierced the Baihui acupoint of a charred corpse. The end of the needle trembled like a buzzing bee!

Feng Jiuxiao swung his longsword, and lightning cleaved through the ruins of the main hall!

A bronze chamber was revealed underground, inside which a crystal time wheel floated, with a single drop of blood imprisoned at its center—the very drop of blood that had splattered when the girl's sleeve was torn!
A black-robed figure sat slumped beside the Wheel of Time, his hood blown open by a strong gust of wind. His face was exactly the same as the shattered old abbot's!
"Twin monks!" Venerable White Lotus struck out with a palm in mid-air!
The man in black robes laughed wildly: "The Wheel of Time has reversed! The Stone Army!"

puff--

Feng Jiuxiao's Xuanhuang Treasure Blade has pierced through the Crystal Time Wheel!
The blood droplets vaporized in the purple lightning, and the Wheel of Time shattered into trillions of crystal dust!
The man in black robes screamed and turned to ashes. A muffled roar like that of a prehistoric beast came from the depths of the collapsed cave, which was then filled with lightning!
The earth fell silent once more!

Feng Jiuxiao's white robes brushed across the scorched earth as he picked up a half-melted fragment of the Wheel of Time. Strange light shone through the cracks, as if a river of stars flowed within it!
"A spacetime artifact?" Feng Jiuxiao frowned. "The Tibetan Tantric sect has actually ventured into this field!"

The girl suddenly broke free from her mother, ran to the ruins, knelt down, and shoveled away the ashes with her small hands. She picked up a charred prayer wheel, its body engraved with three dancing skeletons—the very same ritual implement of the scarred monk.

"My father's..." She pressed the tattered prayer wheel to her heart, tears falling onto the charred wood and rising in wisps of smoke. That prayer wheel was actually made from her father's thigh bone! The woman said in a trembling voice, "Her father was a craftsman who was captured by monks years ago."

The broken tube suddenly split open, revealing half a wolf's tooth with a blood groove. Feng Jiuxiao was stunned—it was a werewolf's tooth!

In other words, the owner of this tooth was a member of the Bigwof tribe!
Bai Lian said, "I didn't expect them to make their move here. I was waiting for them to enter their lair and find a secret room to strike!"

Feng Jiuxiao said, "I'm also very curious, are there only a few of them in the entire Xiaozhao Temple?"

Bai Lian said, "Impossible! There must be other people here! At least one person must be guarding the temple!"

Feng Jiuxiao said, "I reckon the other monks might have gone out to arrest people too! Is there some kind of festival these days?"

Bai Lian was taken aback. "That's right! The Cold Moon Marrow Karma Festival!"

"Boys and girls who are seven years old and born in July!"

"I see! And then what?"

"Then comes divination! Divination is used to determine the location of the twin seven-year-old children! Those monks usually dissect a live sheep, take its liver, and observe the lines and patterns to determine the location!"

"Observe the patterns? What do you mean by that?"

"If the lines on the sheep's liver point east, the Tibetan monks will hunt the herders of the eastern mountains! If they point west, they will hunt the herders of the western mountains!"

"I never expected they would use the texture of sheep liver to pinpoint the target location! That's truly unexpected!"

Bai Lian said, "Yes! The purpose of seeking the Twin Seven Children is to forge the most powerful magical artifacts! As for what magical artifacts they usually forge, as far as I know, there are roughly the following types—"

"First is the Empty Flight Horn! It's made from the cervical vertebrae of a young boy; second is the Marrow Karma Flute, made from the shinbone of a young girl; third is the Eye Lotus Lamp, made from the eyeballs and skullcaps of young boys; fourth is the Blood Rosary; and fifth is the Sorrowful Heart Drum!" Feng Jiuxiao said, "This Sorrowful Heart Drum is somewhat similar to the Seven Deadly Demonic Harp in that it can bewitch the mind!"

Bai Lian said, "The secret techniques of these Tibetan monks are truly unbelievable!"

Feng Jiuxiao said, "What will be the expressions on the faces of those Tibetan monks when they return and see that this place has been destroyed?"

Bai Lian laughed and said, "If you want to know, then find a corner to rest for a while and wait to see their expressions!"

Feng Jiuxiao said, "There's a Bodhi tree over there, let's sit there!"

Bai Lian looked at the mother and daughter covered in blood and said, "If you two are too afraid to go home now, just wait here. Once we've cleared out all the monks here, you'll be safe!"

The mother and daughter knelt down at the same time, clasped their hands together, and the mother said devoutly, "Gayin!" The daughter replied, "Tuchi!"

Bai Lian clasped her hands together and said, "No need to thank me! Please sit here and rest!"

The mother immediately said gratefully, "Gayin! Gain!"

Bai Lian ignored them and sat down with Feng Jiuxiao under the Bodhi tree.

Feng Jiuxiao thought to himself: This Bai Lian, on the surface, spared the mother and daughter for their own good, but in reality, she wanted to use them as bait! Although her methods were not honorable, her ultimate goal was to eliminate all the monks in the temple!
Judge by actions, not intentions; if we judge by intentions, no one in the world is perfect.
Judging by intentions, not actions, and judging by actions alone, there are no filial sons from poor families!
Bai Lian's ultimate goal is the same as his own, but his background determines that he will always prioritize "profit" and stop at nothing to achieve it! Only a righteous person would have many concerns and would never allow innocent people to suffer even the slightest harm or risk!

He told the mother and daughter, "No matter what happens, you must remain calm, don't be afraid, and don't reveal our whereabouts!"

The mother nodded repeatedly and gave the girl several instructions. The girl also nodded repeatedly, indicating that she understood.

Before long, a rustling sound came from outside the temple, and two monks, each carrying a child, came running towards it!

The two monks were shocked when they suddenly saw the mess in front of them!
One of the monks suddenly stopped and whispered, "Lobsang, be on guard!"

Another monk, Losang, immediately stopped, his eyes sharpening as he scanned the surroundings. "Who would be so bold as to massacre the Jokhang Temple! Jinmei, have you noticed anything unusual?"

Jinmei said, "The enemy is gone, there's nothing unusual!" He threw the girl on his back to the ground. The girl screamed in pain, but dared not cry out! Every time she cried out, she was slapped. Her face was swollen beyond recognition. Now she was terrified and dared not cry anymore!
Losang put down the boy on his back and suddenly noticed that two of the three corpses, which were very close together, were sitting up, and... their eyeballs were moving? The corpses were alive! Losang was immediately startled!
"Jinmei! Look, there are two survivors!"

"Ha! They really are alive!" He squinted as he approached the mother and daughter, and said viciously, "What happened here? You have to tell me everything in detail, without missing a single word! If you dare to lie to me, I'll slap you to death!"

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