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

Chapter 2145 is easy to handle!

As expected, the serfs' eyes revealed confusion, doubt, and even wariness!

Venerable White Lotus thought to himself: It seems that this great lord has set up many schemes to deceive these poor people in the past, and they are already afraid of being deceived!

"Don't be afraid, everyone. I swear to God, it's definitely not someone your Bone Master arranged to impersonate someone!" He suddenly waved his hand, and a surge of energy caused a burly man who looked like a thug to fall to the ground with a thud several feet away!

Everyone was shocked and looked over at the same time. They saw that the strong man had blood flowing from his seven limbs, twitched twice, and then died!

What kind of sorcery is this? How can it kill someone silently from several meters away?

Bai Lian clasped her hands together, her gaze lowered to the ground, and said, "May the Buddha have mercy and deliver all sentient beings from suffering, Amitabha!"

Those dressed in fine clothes stepped back, pushing the serfs to the front to act as human shields. In their eyes, this seemingly kind-faced monk was as terrifying as a demon!
Bai Lian slowly raised her head and said softly, "Esteemed benefactors, do I still need to prove anything?"

The current Grand Lord of the Dai Clan—that dignified-looking old man—Dai Tiezhong—showed no fear whatsoever. He was no stranger to martial arts masters! One of his personal guards was a master of the Mahayana Maitreya Sect, personally appointed by the Holy Venerable One!
The other two experts were a Uyghur and a Tangut.

Now, all three masters stood in front of Dai Tiezhong, assuming a defensive stance.

Dai Tiezhong asked, "Duo Sang, how good is this monk's martial arts?"

The Tibetan expert, Duosang, exclaimed, "Very high!"

"Compared to you, who is taller?"

"He's at the peak of the ninth realm, while I'm only at the peak of the eighth realm. Naturally, he's superior!" Duo Sang thought to himself: If I were also at the peak of the ninth realm, how could I allow this bald monk to be so presumptuous? I'd go and beat him to a pulp this morning!

Dai Tiezhong was not surprised, but calmly asked, "Yaluk, what realm are you?"

The Uyghur, Yaruq, said, "It's equivalent to eight realms. Our realm divisions aren't as detailed as those of the Central Plains people; we only have four realm levels."

Dai Tiezhong said, "Oh? You only have four realms? Which four?"

"First Realm, Poplar Root Realm. Appearance: Footprints penetrate three inches into the ground, leaving cracks in the sand like withered roots; a curved blade can create scorching vortexes when cutting through the wind! Training your skin naked in the scorching sand will allow salt crystal scales to form on your skin! The sign of breaking through this realm: cutting ten camel thorns in a sandstorm without leaving a trace of blood!" Camel thorns are the most resilient desert plants!
"Second Realm, Wild Wolf Throat Realm. Appearance: The Adam's apple vibrates, producing a deep wolf howl that can shatter pottery! The pupils display vertical golden cracks, granting night vision like day! When executing a throat-locking grappling technique, the finger force penetrates to the bone and can shatter the cervical vertebrae!"

"The third realm, the Sandstorm Realm. Appearance: Breath condenses into miniature tornadoes that swirl around the body; salt frost forms on the hair tips, and sweat drops turn into glass beads; walking on quicksand is as easy as walking on flat ground; the curved sword is quenched with self-produced sweat salt, and the blade's lines resemble blood vessels; the spinning blade can create a sandstorm ten feet long, and the sand grains can be shot at high speed and pierce through iron armor!"

"Fourth Realm, Pegasus Wing Realm! Appearance: Shoulder blades protrude like wing roots, leaving a mirage-like afterimage behind when running!"

Duosang frowned and said, "You can actually create a mirage-like afterimage when using your lightness skill? What kind of miracle is this? Your fourth realm seems to be far superior to the ninth realm of Taoist martial arts?"

Yaruk said, "The ninth realm of Taoist martial arts is also called the Glazed Realm. After breaking through the realm, one can capture dragons and control cranes, and its power is not low." He seemed to be praising the combat power of the ninth realm of Taoism, but in fact, his tone was casual and full of perfunctory and disdain. Anyone with discerning eyes could see that he was belittling others!

The father was very dissatisfied!
Yaruk ignored it and continued, "In the fourth realm, one can unleash three peerless killing moves! The first move, Rainbow Bridge, allows one to use the heat waves to refract and cross the void!"

Soaring through the air?

Dusan clenched his fists tightly!

The ultimate killing move doesn't even sound like it belongs to the realm of martial arts anymore!
"Second move, Blood and Sweat Burning! Blood mist sprays from the pores and spontaneously combusts!"

"What? Blood mist spraying from pores? And it can spontaneously combust?"

"Third move, Starfall Strike! The scimitar draws down heavenly fire!"

Dasang couldn't help but gasp!
These three techniques are absolutely transcendent! They are simply defying the heavens! By the standards of Taoist cultivation, even a master of the Ninth Realm of Glazed Glass is no match for them!
If we consider its outward appearance of power, it is quite similar to the Taoist Celestial Realm!

Bai Lian frowned slightly. "Esteemed benefactors, this humble monk is still here!"

He was somewhat dissatisfied!
He was clearly the "killer" who had come knocking on his door, the one everyone should be paying attention to, but the other party started bragging and completely ignored him!

Even as death approaches, he's still bragging about how awesome his martial arts are. Has he lost his mind?

Dai Tiezhong asked in a deep voice, "Where are you, esteemed monk? From the Central Plains?"

Venerable White Lotus said, "This humble monk comes from the Great Snow Mountain in the Western Regions."

Dai Tiezhong was taken aback. "The Western Regions? You're not a Han Chinese?"

"This humble monk is a Han Chinese, but I have long lived in the western borderlands!"

Yaluk frowned and said, "A Han Chinese monk from the Western Regions? Could it be that you come from the Great Bright Temple?" His accent was a bit strange, not like that of a native Tibetan!
Venerable White Lotus's eyes flashed: "Are you a Uyghur?"

Yaruq's pupils contracted: "You have excellent eyesight!" Although the white-robed monk did not answer him directly, he already had the answer. He was certain that the other party was from the Great Bright Temple!

Dai Tiezhong narrowed his eyes, his voice low and deep: "You know him?"

Yaruk said, "I don't know him, but I know who he is! His name is Venerable White Lotus, and he's from the Great Bright Temple!"

Dai Tiezhong asked, "The Great Bright Temple? It's a famous Buddhist temple?" Yaruk replied, "The Great Bright Temple is indeed famous! However, the Great Bright Temple is a true Buddhist temple! In some people's eyes, the Great Bright Temple is indeed a Buddhist temple, after all, it has Buddha statues enshrined inside! But the abbot of the temple is a woman, called the Bright Dharma King!"

Dai Tiezhong was taken aback: "A female abbot? Shouldn't a place for women to practice Buddhism be called a nunnery?" Although he was a Tibetan nobleman, he was quite knowledgeable about Central Plains culture.

Yaruk sneered, "So the Great Bright Temple isn't a real Buddhist temple! The Great Bright Temple is actually a branch of the Demonic Cult!"

Dai Tiezhong said, "The Demonic Cult?"

Yaruq said, "Yes, it's Manichaeism, the state religion of our Uyghur dynasty!"

Dai Tiezhong said, "It seems there's a Bull God Cult in Qingtang City, which is said to be a branch of Manichaeism!"

Yaruk sighed, "What a pity! With the Holy Venerable and the Great Wizard in charge, they can only act in secret."

Dai Tiezhong said, "You're a Manichaean, aren't you?"

Jaruk replied decisively, "I am!"
"So when you joined me, you wanted to use my identity to cover for you, right?"

"Yes!"

A moment of silence.

Dai Tiezhong said, "The Ox God Sect is becoming increasingly powerful."

Yaruk said, "The main reason is that the noble lords of Qingtang City are too concerned about their reputation. They don't want to get their hands dirty with certain things, so they have to let these bull gods benefit from them."

The Tangut expert beside him said, "Over time, they will naturally grow stronger until they become too powerful to control!"

Dai Tiezhong said expressionlessly, "Are you saying that the rise of the Ox God Cult is also related to me?"

The Tangut master Helian Yingxiong remained silent.

Silence often means acquiescence.

Dai Tiezhong fell into deep thought.

At this moment, Venerable White Lotus was already somewhat furious! For so long, no one had paid any attention to him! If it weren't for the great god standing behind him, he would have already made his move! If he were here himself, he wouldn't care who among these people was innocent or who deserved to die. If even one person insulted, humiliated, or neglected him, he would kill them all without exception!
He forcibly suppressed his anger and looked at a child in the crowd, saying, "Do you want to escape this sea of ​​suffering?"

The child clung tightly to a woman, his eyes filled with fear! That woman was likely his mother.

Bai Lian said, "Child, don't be afraid, come here."

The middle-aged woman, however, looked wary and said sternly, "What do you want? Why do you want my child to go over there?"

Venerable White Lotus laughed and said, "I will save him! Of course, that includes you all!"

The middle-aged woman, however, showed no appreciation whatsoever, her face filled with sneer: "Save him? Where would you save him?"

Bai Lian said, "Of course, we should go home!"

"Go home?" The woman's face gradually became agitated. "Do you even know where our home is?"

Bai Lian's eyes flickered. "I don't know!"

The woman pointed to the ground, "This is our home! We have nothing out here! No house, no land, no cattle or sheep! You want us to follow you, but can you give us food? Can you give us shelter? Do you even have a house?"

Bai Lian was startled, suddenly feeling a bit confused.

Yes, it's easy to "rescue" so many people, but how will they be settled afterward?
I thought they were "penniless", but I never expected that they actually had "no place to stand"!
These despicable nobles have exploited these poor people so cruelly! They've squeezed out every last bit of space for them to live!

That's true. How can we obtain such cheap labor if we don't force these people to become homeless? Where can we get these "talking tools" if we don't force them to sell their children?
Bai Lian turned around and whispered to Feng Jiuxiao what they had just said.

Feng Jiuxiao said, "It seems that their fear of the Great Lord is deeply ingrained. If we rashly offer to help them, they may suspect that we are swindlers sent by the Great Lord to test them. So it is normal that they dare not agree to our request."

Bai Lian asked, "What should we do?" He looked at the Dai clan members hiding behind the serfs. "Once we make a move, they will use these innocent serfs as human shields."

If Feng Jiuxiao hadn't been there, he would have rushed over and started a massacre long ago! Swords and spears have no eyes; whoever dies is unlucky! This humble monk saves people regardless of their social status!
But Feng Jiuxiao would never allow him to commit such indiscriminate killing!
Feng Jiuxiao said, "Easy!"

He suddenly drew the Xuanhuang Treasure Blade, held it in his left hand, and flicked the back of the blade with his right middle finger. Clang—the metallic clang sounded like a dragon's roar, and the sound could be clearly heard for ten miles!

Bai Lian's heart stirred!
Is this a case of using a knife instead of a zither, and producing zither music from a knife?
A self-contained world?
He quickly composed himself and sat cross-legged!

Feng Jiuxiao plucked the strings with his five fingers, producing a continuous, melodious sound—a truly beautiful tune! The white-robed youth flicked his sword with his fingers, creating a sound reminiscent of striking a set of chimes.
Dai Tiezhong laughed, "Kid, I didn't expect you to have such a skill! It's a pity I didn't like your performance, so I won't give you any reward!"

Although Feng Jiuxiao didn't understand what he was saying, he could grasp the general meaning. He smiled slightly, "I'll take all your money." Suddenly, his fingers accelerated, the rhythm changed, and everyone present felt a little dazed. Before they could react, everything went black!