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

Chapter 2113 A Battle Will Occur Sooner or Later

Pang Shiwu was so angry that he laughed!

"What did you say?"

The monk had a fierce face, and if it weren't for the red robe and hat he was wearing, he would look like a butcher at first glance!
The fierce-looking "butcher" monk snarled, "Kid, do you know where you are? Get lost if you don't want to die!" His words were harsh, but his eyes began to twitch! He noticed that the black-clad youth before him wasn't afraid of him at all; in fact, there was a hint of smugness in his eyes! The joy of a wild beast suddenly spotting its prey!

Moreover, the sword at the boy's waist seemed extremely sinister, reeking of blood, as if it could jump out and stab him at any moment! An invisible sense of oppression swept over the monk, causing him to feel a strange sense of fear!
However, as an experienced person, he knew that the more fearful one was, the more arrogant one had to appear! One must never show weakness in front of the other party! Otherwise, the other party would seize the opportunity and devour them without a trace!

Pang Shiwu, on the other hand, sneered inwardly! He had been traveling the martial world for quite some time, and had faced countless martial arts masters. What kind of people hadn't he seen? What kind of eyes didn't he know? He could clearly see the thoughts in the eyes of the burly monk. He thought to himself: According to my elder brother, this guy is all bark and no bite! Hmm, there's another word for him, what's it? Right, "all bark and no bite!" And "all show and no bite!" And... well, in short, he's a complete charlatan! He's terrified inside, but his mouth is as hard as a rock!
Little did he know, this man loading goods had successfully impressed countless people! After all, he had a powerful background and excellent skills; ordinary people could easily be fooled by him!
Pang Shiwu said coldly, "I'll only say this once, you'd better listen carefully, or I'll kill you!"

Suddenly, the "Butcher" monk flicked his sleeve, and several points of cold light shot towards Pang Shiwu's face!
Pang Shiwu seemed to have expected this, and was not surprised at all. He calmly drew his sword, swung it, and sheathed it, all in one smooth and effortless motion!
He stood there motionless, as if he had never moved at all!

But those cold glints had vanished without a trace! They had clearly been knocked away by the boy!
The butcher monk was taken aback and immediately retreated!

Unfortunately, his body split in two the moment he moved!

What happened? He was actually cut in two? Could it be that just now... that boy... his sword was incredibly fast!
The fierce monk beside him was so frightened that his face turned pale, his spine went cold, his legs went weak and he trembled. His stomach was rumbling as if he wanted to fart! But he dared not let it out and could only hold it in. As a result, the gas swelled up and he could not hold it in. Pfft—a stench hit him and he actually peed in his pants on the spot!
Everyone was stunned!

The monk was so frightened that he defecated on the spot!
But thinking about it, it's no wonder! His companion was perfectly healthy just moments before, and suddenly he was cleaved in two, his heart, liver, and intestines spilling out onto the ground, blood everywhere, staining the blue bricks beneath his feet red. Such a bloody scene is unbearable for most people! Especially for one's own partner; one moment they were talking, the next they were separated by death, and a gruesome one at that…

This was the first time Pang Shiwu had ever encountered someone so scared that they defecated on the spot!

He covered his nose, his face full of disgust, and said, "Holy crap! You actually pooped?"

Although Chili and the others in the distance hadn't smelled the stench yet, they instinctively covered their mouths and noses!

The monk was filled with shame and indignation. He turned to run away, but a powerful force surged up and trapped him firmly, making it impossible for him to move an inch!
"Did I let you leave?" These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over my head!
The monk had no choice but to turn around, hunch over, and lower his head, feeling utterly ashamed and wishing he could disappear into the ground! At this moment, his crotch was wet and sticky, which was extremely uncomfortable! At the same time, a foul stench emanated from his lower body, which even he found hard to bear, let alone others.
But since the boy in black neither killed him nor let him go to change his clothes, he must have something he wanted to ask him!

"Please speak, sir. I will answer to the best of my knowledge!" His attitude was so respectful that it was unbelievable!

Pang Shiwu said calmly, "I heard this place is called the Hall of Spirit Children?"

The monk immediately nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, yes!"

Pang Shiwu asked, "Is it a temple of your Bon religion?"

The monk bowed his head and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes!"

Who is the leader of the Bon religion?

"The Great Wizard Chizudezan!"

What is his relationship with the Holy One?

“The Holy One is the National Preceptor of Tibet, and Chizu Dezan is the Great Shaman of Tibet. The two are of similar status, each with their own duties, and are not subordinate to each other.”

Pang Shiwu frowned slightly. "What I'm asking is, what's their relationship like? Are they distant or close? Are they enemies or friends?"

The monk immediately replied, "Oh, their relationship is so-so! The Great Wizard usually stays in Qingtang City with the Zanpu, while the Holy Venerable stays at the Garan Temple. The two of them rarely see each other!"

"Oh, I see. You're one of the Great Wizard's people?"

"Yes!"

"The Grand Wizard has escaped with the Zanpu?"

The monk's eyes darted around: "This..."

Pang Shiwu snorted coldly, "Looks like the Great Wizard didn't escape! Where is he now? Here?"

The monk immediately looked up: "No!"

Pang Shiwu frowned: "Then where is he?"

The monk shook his head: "I...don't know!"

Pang Shiwu leaned forward. "Have you considered the consequences of lying to me?"

The monk felt immense pressure. "I really don't know!"

How many children are locked up in the Hall of the Dead?

"A dozen...a dozen or so!"

"Release them!"

"Okay! I'll go right away!"

"Wait a minute!" Pang Shiwu suddenly patted the monk on the shoulder. The monk was startled and touched his shoulder. "What did you do to me?" He knew that there must be something strange about the pat, but unfortunately he couldn't feel anything! The more he couldn't feel anything, the more uneasy he felt!
Pang Shiwu said, “I have already planted a blood pact on you! You can understand, right?” Actually, the two had been communicating in Chinese for a long time, so of course he knew that the monk could understand him!

The monk was startled. "What?"

Pang Shiwu, with a chilling smile, said, "You're one of the few Tibetans who can understand Chinese, so naturally I'm paying extra attention to you! Don't even think about running away. If you don't rescue all the children within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, I'll activate the blood pact and make you wish you were dead!" He said "rescue," not "release," thus subtly transferring all the pressure to the monk!

"I'll take care of it right away!"

After cautiously entering the Hall of the Reincarnated Child, the monk touched his shoulder again, but still couldn't find anything. However, he vaguely felt a numb and itchy sensation on his shoulder, as if he had been bitten by a mosquito!
A sudden inspiration struck him, and he seemed to have figured out the key to it!

That's it! That boy must have used silver needles to create a blood pact with himself!
Unfortunately—the needle had already entered the body and could not be removed!

Damn it, forget it!
He gritted his teeth and resigned himself to his bad luck!

The image of his companion's corpse was still etched in his mind, constantly threatening to tear him in two, his internal organs spilling out!
That kid's sword is so fast! He hurried forward a few steps and quickly disappeared into the shadows of the palace gate!
Outside the hall, Wang Sheng walked up to Pang Shiwu and asked, "Brother Pang, did you really place a blood pact on him?"

Pang Shiwu was taken aback. "What do you mean by that, Brother Wang?"

Wang Sheng chuckled softly, "Alright, brother, your trick might fool others, but it won't fool me! You didn't actually place a blood pact with him!"

Pang Shiwu whispered, "I don't have any silver needles on me, I can only bluff!"

Wang Sheng laughed and said, "It's a pity that the monk was terrified from the start, so no matter what you do, he will believe it! If he hadn't been scared out of his wits, he might have seen through your tricks!"

Pang Shiwu's eyes flickered as he said, "Unfortunately, he is now mentally and physically broken. No matter what I say, he will be skeptical and try his best to find flaws, but he can't find any. In the end, he can only believe it without a doubt!"

Wang Sheng couldn't help but praise, "You've truly grasped the essence of winning hearts and minds!"

Pang Shiwu immediately replied with a humble expression, "It's all thanks to my elder brother's excellent teaching!" But anyone could see that his humility was completely fake! His true intention was to show his pride!

Feng Jiuxiao said from behind, "Is this some kind of flattery?" Pang Shiwu immediately shook his head and said, "Not at all! This is just stating the facts!" He hadn't expected that Feng Jiuxiao and the others would actually follow him.

Yuan Zishan laughed and said, "What were you chuckling about just now? If you were just telling the truth, why were you chuckling?"

Pang Shiwu was speechless for a moment, his face turned red, and he chuckled dryly.

Feng Jiuxiao said, "There are other monks in the hall. They will most likely stop that monk from releasing the person. He can't do much on his own. Go in and help him!"

Pang Shiwu was immediately startled. "Damn it! I forgot their accomplices were inside! I'm going in right now!"

With a flash, he disappeared through the palace gate.

Wang Sheng immediately followed, "Wait for me, I'm going too!"

After an incense stick had burned, a small head suddenly peeked out from the temple door. It was a five or six-year-old boy looking out! He was thin and pale, with only his big eyes making him look even more innocent!

Pang Shiwu's voice rang out from inside the hall: "It's alright, child, go out!"

The boy still looked at everyone timidly, not daring to step out of the palace gate!

Yuan Zishan said, "He probably doesn't understand what you're saying!" She walked to the palace gate, smiled, squatted down, and opened her arms to the little boy. "Come here, little guy!"

Although the little boy couldn't understand what Yuan Zishan was saying, he felt that this fairy-like older sister probably didn't mean any harm, so he slowly revealed himself and leaned towards Yuan Zishan!
As soon as he came out, a large group of children followed him out and rushed towards Yuan Zishan!

Chili quickly went over and picked up one of the children.

Chang Zijin and Erni immediately went over, and even Xiong Mengyan went to greet them.

They didn't hug them, but reached out to hold their hands, so one person could hold the hands of two children!
Bai Lian, Ouyang Zhong, and Helian Rongguang also went to meet them, each leading two children, so that all the children had someone to help them.

Pang Shiwu and Wang Sheng slowly walked out of the palace gate.

Chili asked, "Where is that monk?"

Pang Shiwu asked, "Which monk?"

Chili said, "Whichever else could it be? The one that poops in its pants!"

"Going to change my pants!"

"I thought you killed him!"

"He has already surrendered and admitted defeat, how can I kill him?"

"Hey! You're quite the expert! Do you really think you're some kind of hero?"

"Heh, I thought I was one!"

"Heh, you dare to talk back now, huh?"

The two started arguing again.

Holding the thin boy, Yuan Zishan said, "What should we do with these children?"

Feng Jiuxiao glanced at Venerable Bailian and smiled, "Of course, we still need to trouble our Venerable Bailian!"

Bai Lianzun laughed and said, "Young Master Feng, rest assured, leave it to me! It is my honor!" He waved his hand, and a Tibetan herdsman appeared out of nowhere.

The herdsman bowed to Bai Lian without saying a word. Feng Jiuxiao, with his keen observation, noticed that although the herdsman was dressed like a Tibetan herdsman, his features were those of a Han Chinese. He suspected that the herdsman was an undercover agent planted here by the Great Bright Temple!
Bai Lian said, "Send these children back to their parents."

The herdsman immediately bowed and said, "Yes!"

The chili peppers were quite shocking!

She asked Yuan Zishan in a low voice, "Miss, did that person just agree like that?"

Yuan Zishan said, "Otherwise what?"

Chili said, "Doesn't he even ask where these children live? Who are their parents?"

Yuan Zishan asked, "Who is he asking?"

"Ask Venerable White Lotus!"

"Does Venerable White Lotus know about this?"

"You probably don't know."

"Then what's the point of asking Bai Lian?"

"No. But..."

"Alright, silly girl, I know you're worried about him! But he's not fighting alone! They're a group! They have their own system in place, and he'll definitely relay the mission to the secret organization throughout Qing Tang City! Besides, he's the one who solves problems, not the one who raises them. Otherwise, why would Bai Lian use him? But then again, the Great Bright Temple has quite a few talents like him, which means their strength exceeds our expectations!"

"But people in the martial arts world say that among the four sects of the Demonic Path, the Great Bright Temple is the weakest!"

"The people who say this are either malicious or stupid! To say that the Great Bright Temple is the weakest is simply because they are jealous that the Bright Dharma King is a woman! Her martial arts, wisdom, and skills are no less than those of Island Master Xiong or the Bright Venerable, and she has many experts under her command. I don't know how those people came to such a conclusion!"

"Which of the four demonic sects is the weakest?"

"I don't know either. I've never been to Yedi Zhai or Qunmo Island, so I can't speak presumptuously." No investigation, no right to speak!
Chili thought for a moment, "If the Great Bright Temple has such terrifying power, what if one day, the Bright Dharma King suddenly wants to unify the martial arts world?"

Yuan Zishan laughed, "What kind of wild thoughts are you having all day? Unifying the martial arts world? Do you think this is child's play?" Her gaze deepened, "That's no easy feat! The Demon Lord once thought of it too, but Zhang Tianshi led the Central Plains martial arts world and drove them to Western Shu! No matter how strong the Bright Dharma King is, he can't surpass the Demon Lord of yesteryear!"

The Demon Lord's Demonic Sect is far more powerful than the other three factions in the alliance!
The four generals of the Demonic Sect alone are enough to crush the other three factions!
But the Demon Lord said that the Demon Sect only needed to send out the White Bone Commander and the Corpse-Serving General, each with 30,000 Undying Demon Soldiers, to destroy the three sects!
The combined strength of the skeleton army and the undead army is simply heaven-defying! Once they engage in battle, they are tireless, insensitive to pain, and fight to the death!

Aside from the orthodox Xuanmen thunder magic that can restrain them, the various attacks from the other three sects, which are of demonic origin, whether weapon attacks, talisman attacks, or spell attacks, can hardly cause them any damage! They may even increase the combat power of the Undead Legion!
Chili said, "If the Dharma King didn't have such great ambitions, why would she keep expanding her power? Her influence has even reached Tibet!"

Yuan Zishan said, "You might not understand this! Her reach into Tibet wasn't for any grand ambitions or hegemony, but for self-preservation!"

Chili was taken aback. "Out of self-preservation?"

Yuan Zishan asked, "Are you aware of the tragic love affair between the Tibetan National Preceptor and the Bright Dharma King?"

Chili said, "I've vaguely heard something. Could it be that the Holy Venerable One harbors murderous intentions towards the King of Light?"

Yuan Zishan said with a look in her eyes, "The two sides haven't torn off their masks yet, but once the Bright Dharma King becomes the leader of the Demonic Sect, he will inevitably have to sever ties with the Mahayana Maitreya Sect. Love turns to hate, and a war will be inevitable sooner or later!"