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Chapter 690: Don’t Come Out!

Da Nanzhou, the capital of Jinguan Prefecture.

On the long and bustling street, the group of ascetic monks of the Bodhi sect, dressed in rags and revealing their skinny arms, no longer need to beg for food from door to door as they used to.

In the Divine Dynasty's territory, monks and mortals have always lived together in peace.

But now, there is no need for these monks to take the initiative at all, the people have spontaneously lifted them to a high position, and there are even many wealthy businessmen who plan to chip in and negotiate with the government to build a magnificent temple for the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva in the most conspicuous location in the city to express the people's gratitude to the old monk.

Even the government cannot suppress such simple emotions.

"..."

Wushan raised his hand to stop the many court officials from following him, walked out of the city gate alone, and looked up at the towering flesh and blood skeleton in front of him.

He was silent for a long time, staring straight at the old monk's broken face.

If a great arhat could not even repair this injury, then the Bodhi sect would have perished long ago.

"How long are you going to sit here?"

Wushan didn't want to play along with the other party anymore, so he asked straightforwardly.

The old monk was still sitting cross-legged, his eyes closed, his bony hands spread out, and only the statue of the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva was shining brightly.

Under him, another young monk, carrying a stick in one hand, walked out slowly, raised his right palm and saluted Wushan: "I am Huixin, your Excellency, nice to meet you again."

After the ceremony, Monk Huixin slowly raised his head. On his stained face there was a seemingly gentle smile, but in fact there was sarcasm in his eyes.

Last time outside the Demon-Suppressing Tower, it was this person who stopped the master and disciple.

The other party was so majestic at that time, not as gentle and soft-spoken as he is now.

However, Wushan ignored the young monk. How could a mere fifth-rank arhat, who could suppress something with a flip of his hand, have the qualifications to discuss matters in front of a Taiyi Zhenxian?

He stared at the old monk calmly and asked again: "How long do you want to sit here?"

Huixin felt humiliated, her eyelids twitched a few times, and her expression became gloomy.

He put down his raised palm and was about to make a few mocking remarks, but he heard the sound of bones rubbing against each other behind him. Looking back, he saw that the old monk sat up slightly and finally opened his eyes.

His voice was rough, but it inexplicably made people feel a touch of warmth: "Sit until the monsters stop attacking, sit until the people are no longer in panic."

After saying this, the corners of the old monk's bloody lips curved slightly, and his wide eyes were dark and deep, like a pool of deep spring, swallowing up Wushan's entire body.

"interesting."

Wushan tapped his chin thoughtfully and licked his dry lips.

It is easy to build a temple but difficult to destroy it.

When he looked up again, the fat man's eyes were already full of ferocity: "You, the Bodhi Sect, are becoming more and more outrageous."

The old monk's behavior this time, apart from being disgusting, can actually be seen as a warning.

Since the other party can bring the group of monsters out of the city quietly, they can naturally bring them into the city.

The imperial court only needs to back down once and build a Buddhist temple in Jinguan Prefecture, and then this group of monks can bring demons into other large prefectures without temples next time.

Where there is Buddha's protection, all living beings live in peace; where there is no temple, all living beings suffer.

Anyone with a bit of common sense would know that Wushan would not just sit there and watch this happen, but the other party is still pretending to be confused, which means he wants to decide life or death.

All the monks were slaughtered in front of the people of Jinguan Prefecture. Even if there was public resentment, it was limited to one prefecture.

What's more, after taking action, they can use the name of the imperial court to label Wushan as an evil demon, so as to consolidate the imperial power.

If you want to deal with such insidious tactics, you can only respond in an insidious way.

"I don't understand what you are saying, sir."

The old monk looked at Wushan's clenched hands, but he remained calm. He glanced at the hidden army formation outside the city and said, "Of course I can leave, but I am seriously injured and have offended the monsters. How can I return to the sect?"

Hearing this, Huixin sneered again.

The master and disciple received the Bodhisattva's command and did not come to the Divine Dynasty City to fight to the death with Wushan.

This place is suppressed by the imperial aura and surrounded by the imperial army. Who knows how many powerful people from the Divine Dynasty are hiding behind. Didn’t you see that the Seven Treasures Bodhisattva almost died in Heshan last time, let alone the city deeper in the city.

The purpose of the two is actually very simple.

First of all, the Bodhisattva was injured in Xishan Prefecture and urgently needed a sum of human imperial energy to recuperate. Secondly, it was Wushan. As for building a temple to control a prefecture, it would not be enough for the two Arhats, master and disciple, to come forward alone.

"understood."

Wushan heard these veiled words and realized that they were clearly directed at him.

He closed his eyes, exhaled lightly, and loosened his hands: "I will escort you back."

"Your Excellency, please think carefully about this."

The old monk gradually put away his smile and said meaningfully: "It's a tough road out there, with dangerous mountains and dangerous waters."

"Whether it's easy to go or not, you won't know until you go."

Wushan responded calmly, but there was a hint of ferocity in his expression.

The next moment, he suddenly pressed his palm.

The court officials who had been waiting for a long time immediately gave orders, and soldiers came in an orderly manner from all directions like a tide, and the imperial aura in the sky followed suit, completely taking over the city defense.

Immediately afterwards, the aura on Wushan's body soared into the sky, illuminating the entire city, demonstrating the power of a fourth-grade Taiyi True Immortal!
At the same time, a deep voice was heard in the government office.

First, they praised the chivalrous act of the Bodhi Cult, which attracted the people of Jinguan Prefecture to take to the streets, and then they saw a rich glow in the sky.

"The evil has not subsided, and the Jinguang Mansion has made every effort to kill the evil. We will first send court officials to escort the monks back to the sect to thank the Bodhi Sect for its chivalry."

Such divine power must belong to a master who never appears in the world.

The court showed its sincerity by sending such a large army. In addition, the mighty army arrayed outside was like a thick city wall. It seemed that the skeletal body had no reason to sit there any longer.

The old monk said no more and slowly returned to his normal size, but his body was still covered with pieces of flesh. He probably didn't want to heal these skin injuries before leaving the Divine Dynasty.

Several people stood quietly outside the city, waiting for the imperial court to send people to escort all the monks out of the city.

They all stared at Wushan Mountain in the middle with peaceful expressions, their expressions and movements were exactly the same.

Although he clearly had no ill intentions at all, he looked inexplicably frightening to others, as if he was a pack of wolves looking around, secretly waiting for the right opportunity.

"..."

Wushan stood upright among the crowd, his expression as usual, even more calm and indifferent than usual.

But the hand hidden in his sleeve was tightly grasping the jade slip of communication, and he was frantically transmitting his aura to Yan Lanting.

However, after the last incident in the Demon Suppression Tower, General Yan saw his men so angry, so he finally felt at ease to go into seclusion and start to recuperate his injuries.

The situation is urgent now. We can’t just use a jade slip to wake him up.

My General Yan!

Wushan almost gritted his teeth in anger, but the jade slip remained silent.

I watched a group of monks gradually gather together.

A trace of despair finally emerged in the heart of this burly fat man.

What’s going on? Nanyang is his biological child, and I’m adopted?

This group of monks are obviously setting up a trap. Once you leave the area covered by the imperial aura, you don't know what is waiting for you outside.

Under normal circumstances, it would be fine. Wushan was cautious by nature, had a high level of cultivation, and was quite familiar with the ways to save his life, so he could still have some confidence. But now he was seriously injured, and escaping death was considered to be a good thing.

"Old man, just go to sleep! You will die in your sleep sooner or later, and your witch will never come back!"

Seeing that there was no longer any time to delay, Wushan simply gave up, left a curse in the jade slip, and strode out of the crowd.

"set off!"

In an instant, led by auspicious clouds, many monks rushed into the sky and flew all the way out of the Divine Dynasty.

Monk Huixin glanced at his master quietly, and the two smiled at each other and followed on the cloud. In the Jinguang Mansion, several demon slayers had complicated expressions and looked at the direction where everyone left with worry.

Lord Yan has never liked slick cultivators like General Wushan. They seem to have absolutely no pride of a strong man and are even more cowardly than those casual cultivators. They don't look like a Taiyi Immortal at all.

But as subordinates, they have different views.

At least under the leadership of General Wushan, nothing had ever happened in the area under his jurisdiction, and he would never get into any trouble for no reason, which made his subordinates feel at ease.

And just like what happened today, when the matter fell on him, the other party stood up and never retreated.

But once you stand here, the hope of coming back is slim.

"Mr. Yan is recovering from his injuries. Let's go find Lord Feng Xi and Lord Yang! General Wushan was originally a conscripted soldier, but those two... If it weren't for them, this incident wouldn't have happened in Jinguang Mansion!"

"Why should General Wushan be asked to bear the blame?"

Amidst the indignant words, several people turned around and left Jinguang Mansion, heading straight to the outside of Jiu Mansion to seek help.

……

Going west from Da Nanzhou and leaving Xishan Prefecture, you will reach Baji Valley.

At this point, you can already see the edge of the faint imperial aura in the sky, like sunset clouds, and when you walk out, there is the deep blue sky.

Taking a detour from Baji Valley, there is a barren mountain range.

Wushan stood in front of the mountain range and looked up at the clear line between the imperial aura in the sky and the blue sky.

With this step, he completely left the protection of the imperial aura.

In fact, to most cultivators, these pale yellow clouds are like bone-corrosive poison. Once they set foot in them, their strength will be suppressed to the extreme.

Only the court officials and the messengers of the Demon Slaying Division have become accustomed to the cover of the imperial aura. Here, not only is their strength unaffected, but those in high positions can even mobilize the imperial aura to resist the enemies.

After a long time, I even lost the courage to leave the Divine Dynasty.

"What are you thinking, sir?"

The old monk had returned to his normal appearance, wearing a long robe. He walked behind Wushan and asked softly, with a hint of eeriness in his voice.

"Ah."

Wushan laughed at himself. Having come this far, the imperial aura was nothing more than a psychological comfort.

He no longer hesitated, took a big step, and led the monks out of the barren mountains.

Huixin chuckled softly and quietly clenched the Buddhist stick in her hand.

At this moment, the monks suddenly heard Wushan's slightly doubtful words.

"If I remember correctly, you were also injured last time."

"Who gave you the confidence to keep me here?" Wushan asked, but his steps did not stop at all: "With the pile of scrap metal in their hands?"

The old monk followed closely behind, and the two of them seemed to be chatting casually: "My Lord, you have misunderstood. I am at most a raider. You have written a very good letter of surrender, but this letter of surrender is not from me."

"It's getting more and more interesting."

Wushan slowly stopped and crossed his arms: "I want to see who can hand me over."

The old monk smiled back and pointed forward slightly: "Please look, sir."

In the distance of the desolate mountains, amidst the wind and sand, a tall and thin armored figure stood with his back to the crowd. He was holding a crescent-shaped sword upside down at an angle, and gray hair grew where the armor was not covering.

It slowly turned its head and saw a handsome wolf head: "I want to try it."

"He was once the most capable general under the command of the Great Demon Emperor Nanhuang. Later, by chance, he obtained the true scriptures of our sect. Since then, he has changed his ways and wanted to become a monk."

"Buddha is merciful. I plan to give it a chance to worship my religion and serve Buddha for the rest of its life."

"It has a good understanding. Not only did it cultivate itself to the state of the mind and eyes, but it also deduced the mind and eyes four-symbol sword from it, and entered the realm of the great arhat."

The old monk introduced Wushan slowly and calmly.

However, he did not notice that when he mentioned the word "Nan Huang", the burly fat man's face turned into a state of neither sadness nor joy.

Wushan wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out.

The saddest hatred is that of the enemy... no, even the soldiers under the enemy's command are likely to have forgotten that little thing.

Maybe there really is reincarnation in the world.

Look, the only child who was not noticed when the whole family was exterminated has now been brought to other people's sight, making it convenient for others to eliminate him completely.

Now that it's my turn, what else can I do?

"Ugh."

Wushan sighed resignedly and rolled up his sleeves seriously.

Since I'm going to die anyway, I might as well let my enemy see how much progress I've made over the years, so that others won't think that Wu is just living a miserable life.

He raised his head and was about to speak.

But suddenly I found something wrong.

Just outside the imperial aura, the sky, which should have been clear and azure, was slightly distorted at this moment.

Wushan gritted his teeth, tensed his whole body, and shook his head in an imperceptible arc, warning the other party not to be impulsive!
With his eyesight, how could he not see that this was the effect of the Taixu Dao Fruit.

There was actually a person hiding behind this blue sky.

But whether that person is Ye Lan or Shen Yi, they can't have any influence on the current situation.

Moreover, the real reason why Wushan accepted his fate was because of the three words "letter of surrender".

Since it's a token of surrender, it should be shown to others, right?

There are most likely more people present today than just those in front of us. Anyone with a little common sense will know that the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva is definitely watching nearby.

In a place so far away from the imperial court, let alone a titled general, even if he was the General Zhennan, if he came alone, he would probably not get any good results.

Get out!

Wushan was extremely anxious, but he had to remain calm on the surface to avoid being noticed by others.

Thinking of this, he finally stopped hesitating, and fairy light burst out from his palms, quickly spreading throughout his body. As he ran, he finally gained some fame.

The whole person was like a mountain; every step he took made the earth tremble, with roars and smoke rising up.

Facing this unstoppable attack, the gray wolf's pupils were as calm as an ancient well, and his five fingers slowly clenched the hilt of the knife.

In an instant, the blade cut off the fairy light that was as surging as the ocean.

With a puff, it sank into the ground.

A few inches in front of the long sword, Wushan's whole body was stiff, he maintained the action of swinging his fist, and even his face was twitching slightly.

Being injured, he could only exert 40% of his strength. Under the gaze of those wolf eyes, he had flaws everywhere, which could not be made up for by passion alone.

To be honest, if the wolf demon wanted to, the knife he just used would definitely cause him to suffer a great loss.

But the other party chopped him to the ground.

This is an undisguised contempt.

The gray wolf calmly looked down at the fat man in front of him. After a long time, he uttered two words lightly.

"Rogue cultivator."

Even though they were both at the fourth level, the other party was nothing more than an insignificant casual cultivator.

And myself.

Now he has become a great arhat.

(End of this chapter)