Tianguanzhi

Chapter 141: Fortunately, Scum, Hundred Refinements
There were continuous gunfires under the cover of night, fires were occasionally seen on the streets, and thugs waving religious flags paraded through the city in airships and modified cars. It seemed that the entire city was sinking under the banner of the halo.

Shukaku knocked on the doors of the examinees one by one, and told them in a serious tone to prepare for battle immediately and to gather in the hotel lobby.

When the examinees came to the hall on the fourth floor in groups of three or four to gather, they found that there were no less than several hundred people gathered here. Men, women, young and old were dressed differently, and their races and native languages ​​were a hodgepodge. There was even a red raccoon wearing a suit, but his hair was so fluffy that people couldn't help but touch it.

"That's a storm creature, right?"

Gu Yi Qiu, the most knowledgeable candidate, was a little unsure.

Fu Lemei saw many familiar faces, such as the seeded players of the Fanqi Cup Competition Zhen Ding and Ding Ziang. The ECG of everyone present was generally above 20 points, and there were also quite a few who had above 30 points. It was obvious that the atmosphere in the hall was noisy, but it was not too chaotic.

There should be quite a few licensed and genuine celestial officials here.

"Since the Citibank people took over Jin Taihua, things have been getting worse and worse. Now the spiritualists have broken into the city. I will make them refund the downtime fee."

"This is no longer just a robbery, it's a coup d'état. What bad luck..."

"I have secret information. Zheng Yuanfu was captured by the spiritualists, so the situation is a mess."

"Golden Jasmine's little prince? That's no small matter. Are these spiritualists so powerful?"

All the examinees had heavy faces. It was the first time for most of them to leave their home planet and come to an unfamiliar space station. In the blink of an eye, they encountered such a large-scale riot. It was impossible for them not to be nervous.

"Master, will the Spiritualists come to attack us?"

Xiaoqing, who had her hair in a bun, asked worriedly.

“There is a certain possibility.”

Taoist priest Shukaku changed into a royal blue mobile armor and carried a nearly two-meter-long hot-fire rifle on her back. She was a genuine celestial official and was qualified to carry a gun in most public places. But she would not normally resort to such drastic measures.

"This hotel is specially used to entertain foreign celestial officials and space giants. It is usually a war-free zone. At present, this hall is filled with official employees of more than 20 space giants, including Doumu Palace. The Spiritual Cult will always have some concerns, but it is hard to say."

Shukaku poked his head with his index finger: "Many of them are crazy."

Suddenly someone shouted, "The Spiritualists' airship has arrived!"

Everyone's nerves suddenly tensed up and they all came to the open-air balcony. Their electrocardiograms, mixed with all kinds of emotions, spread out like a pot of boiling water.

Soon, many ragged spiritualists jumped off the airship, carrying a huge can of red dye, chanting something, spraying red dye around the hotel like spraying pesticide, and posted flyers of the goddess with colorful halo on various public facilities. From beginning to end, they had no intention of attacking the hotel.

"What does it mean?"

Fu Lemei was a little confused.

"Peace graffiti evolved from the paint probes used by the celestial officials who accidentally collided with each other in the high-risk wormhole to set boundaries between each other. This means that as long as we don't leave the hotel, the spiritualists will not attack us."

"But we can't stay in the hotel forever."

"Once the situation calms down, someone will naturally come to negotiate with us."

On the street, a goatee-bearded man wearing black armor was herding a dozen girls with a rifle, occasionally shooting at the ground under the girls' feet for fun. He noticed the gazes of everyone in the hotel, raised his head with a smile, stretched out his right hand and shook it at the balcony on the second floor, then walked into a building opposite.

Fifty-eight's heart is sensitive and full of violent energy. Judging from the fluctuations, has he received Sequence Army training?
Shukaku retracted his gaze and faced the many examinees: "After all, these spiritualists are from the blackout zone, just like the people in the city. Both sides are native residents of this space station. We are just outsiders. As long as the other party does not actively attack us, we have no reason to interfere in the affairs of other countries. This is an international practice."

With the spraying of peaceful graffiti, the tense atmosphere in the lobby was obviously relaxed, but some sporadic sobbing could still be heard, mostly from the hotel waiters and other staff who were also trapped in the hotel with an uncertain future.

A sharp gunshot suddenly rang out. Fu Lemei looked down from the open-air balcony with a grim expression. She saw several spiritualists dragging a corpse whose gender could not be identified. Blood stains stretched out from the mark of Heping graffiti.

This area is the most densely populated area in MacDonald. Although it is no longer as prosperous as it used to be, it still has a population of 100,000 or 200,000. Except for a few buildings sprayed with peace graffiti, the spiritualists began to loot and massacre. Although there were sporadic resistances, most of them were ineffective because they fought on their own, and the situation became more and more chaotic.

Gu Yiqiu looked serious, his fingers gripping the railing: "Why is it so sudden? Where are the security forces in the city? Where are the other members of the board of directors? Why don't you organize a resistance force?"

"The satellite fortress has an underground central control area. I guess they are all hiding in there."

Shukaku answered absentmindedly.

"Asshole! This is simply taking human life lightly!"

When he saw the spiritualists shooting at the fleeing innocent women and children, and even worse, driving the crowd together and pouring gasoline on them, Gu Yi Qiu finally couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to jump off the balcony, but before he could climb over the railing, a white and slender hand grabbed his neck and threw him back into the hall.

Gu Yi Qiu staggered a few steps before stopping. He raised his head and glared at Shukaku, but his eyes flickered for a while but he did not open his mouth to question him. He just stood there without saying a word.

Shukaku's face was also not looking good. She slowly sat down on the ground with her back to the dim neon lights. "Little guy, I understand how you feel, but getting carried away will only lead to your death. As your elder, or out of my duty as the guide of Doumu Palace, I cannot let you go out. Not only you, but everyone else. Stop looking and go back to the hall, but you are not allowed to leave the hall, let alone leave my electrocardiogram range."

Fu Lemei suddenly spoke up: "Master, my father once told me that the precepts of the Zhenwu lineage are the most vigorous among the many martial lineages in Haitang. They are the chivalrous seeds of Haitang martial artists. Whenever he mentions them, he is full of admiration."

"You mean the sentence in the Sword Training of Sanfeng Patriarch that says that when you see heretics slaughtering people, you should not be prudent and protect yourself, but watch them die without helping them, right? I remember that, but there is another sentence in the Sword Training that says that if you can't do it, you should do it slowly later. The Twenty Commandments of Xianger says to practice inaction, be gentle, and be female and don't move first. The Nine Commandments of the Jurchens says to adjust your temperament and not have troubles. I memorized the Zhenwu precepts when I was five years old, and the scriptures and precepts I copied can fill up a study room. Do you want to debate with me, a disciple of Zhenwu?"

Shukaku spoke confidently, but his expression was still a little anxious: "As far as I know, your father Fu Nanzhi raised you alone, right? If anything happens to you, how can you repay his kindness in raising you? You might as well ask yourself, if your father were here, would he allow you to take risks?"

She looked around with her phoenix eyes, revealing a bit of murderous aura under her heart: "Don't say anything more! I am the guide of Doumu Palace. If anyone dares to leave this hall today, I will disqualify him as a candidate for violating international laws! If you are dissatisfied, you can go to the association to complain to me afterwards!"

Fu Lemei stopped talking, but did not retreat. She just closed her eyes and no one knew what she was thinking about.

Abstain from speaking and only recite the Buddha's name, without uttering a single word from beginning to end.

The other candidates looked at each other, and no one dared to speak. Especially when they heard Shukaku threaten to disqualify them, many of them secretly showed a hint of relief.

"Brother, are you okay?"

Xiaoqing pulled Gu Yiqiu's sleeve.

"I am fine."

"My uncle also has his own difficulties, so don't blame her."

Gu Yiqiu smiled bitterly, "How could that be? In the past few days, Taoist Shukaku did do something that made me... hehe, but just now, I admired her actions. To be honest, when Taoist Shukaku stopped me just now, I was actually a little relieved. When practicing martial arts to a certain level, you have to pass the stage of enlightenment. It seems that I am not at that level yet. The Taoist said so decisively just now, and he took all the responsibility on himself. He didn't want us to have any demons in our hearts on the road of practice in the future. I take responsibility for this painstaking effort."

He looked around, his face suddenly pale. "We are born as martial artists, so we always have some chivalrous baggage. In fact, with so many genuine heavenly officials present, if they can really unite, those spiritual believers will never be able to commit crimes. At first, I was too excited and had this layer of luck, but now it seems that this is just wishful thinking on my part."

Just as he said, the other officials and employees of the giants in the hall just watched coldly without any arguments. For example, Ding Ziang immediately returned to his room after seeing the peace graffiti and turned a deaf ear to the gunfire outside.

However, out of caution, most people did not leave the hall, and they all stared at the city wailing in the war with indifference.

Boom~
Flames rose into the sky.

...In the building just a few dozen steps away from the hotel, crying and groaning were heard constantly. The spiritualists were holding some kind of bloody ceremony. Several newly dead heads were piled up in a hexagram formation. The spiritualists were chanting something, and the guillotines under their bodies were stained with blood.

Gao Zhanlin was shirtless, revealing his muscular body covered with scars. Veins bulged on his head. He pressed against the woman's pale skin, breathing heavily, holding a radio in one hand.

"what's up?"

he asked the person on the other end of the radio.

"We succeeded, how are you doing?"

Wei Pingshu's voice came from the radio.

"Hahaha, it's only been an hour, why are you in such a hurry? Don't worry, I won't make any mistakes. Do you think I don't know what Lao Gao is thinking? Lao Gao and I have known each other for almost ten years. I know him better than you all. He looks carefree, but he is actually very thoughtful."

The goatee narrowed his eyes in enjoyment.

"You said you wanted me to act alone, but you just don't trust me. You think I don't obey you and you're afraid I'll cause trouble. We're all brothers. We rolled out of the dead together. Don't you have this little bit of trust? Hey, tell me honestly, how much money can you get this time? I'm just curious."

"Jung Won is dying."

Gao Zhanlin was stunned for a moment.

"We encountered Sequence Soldiers on the way. Half of Zheng Yuan's body was destroyed by machine guns. We used medicine, but he can't hold on for much longer."

"Tactical fearlessness?"

"Ah."

"Give him the phone."

Gao Zhanlin said in a deep voice.

There was a rustling sound, and the long-haired man's voice came over: "What's going on?"

His voice was a little hoarse, but there was no hint of weakness in it.

Gao Zhanlin was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed: "You little bastard, you are free now."

The person on the other end of the radio also started laughing, but it soon turned into a light cough, and the hasty conversation between Wei Pingshu and others came through.

"Pingshu, the bleeding won't stop!"

"The force field of martial arts training is not good enough. It would be better if the boss was here."

"How much universal plasma is left on the Dreadnought?"

"Give him another shot."

"..."

Gao Zhanlin hung up the radio, stared at the trembling beautiful face under him for a while, suddenly took out a pistol from behind his waist, raised his hand to pull the bolt, and hit the woman's forehead. Blood and brain matter immediately splattered on his chest.

He lurched around like a zombie, and amid screams, he pulled up a girl with her hands on her head, her face full of tears, and put a gun to her head, sniffing her face like a dog.

"Shut up, shut up. Don't scream. I won't kill you. I can let you go. You have to do me a favor."

Gao Zhanlin's voice was so sticky that it made people sick.

"I have a... good friend who is about to die. Ah, he is a member of the death squad just like me, always rushing to the front, but it's a pity that I'm not here this time..."

Gao Zhanlin seemed a little out of his mind.

"Don't be fooled by his long hair, as if he is a playboy. He is really embarrassing. He has never even touched a woman in his life. Hehe..."

"He gave me this pistol a while ago. Haha, I was planning to use it to commit suicide on the battlefield one day. Now, it can be regarded as his legacy."

He slid the muzzle of the gun, which was still covered in blood and residual heat, from the girl's white collarbone to her lower abdomen.

"You are still a virgin, I can tell by the smell."

Gao Zhanlin's face was covered with tears, his electrocardiogram was twisted and evil, like a crocodile in a rotten mire.

"Can you help me and let him have a taste of a woman?"

Boom~
The flames burned fiercely, and the short bursts of rifle fire from the spiritualists lasted only a short while before stopping abruptly.

Gao Zhanlin put the pistol back into his waist and walked out the door with a cold face.
Golden sparks flashed around the burning gasoline.

Two figures, one tall and one short, had their backs to each other, with several corpses of spiritualists lying crookedly at their feet, seemingly crossing the bright red peace graffiti.

Fu Lemei's hands couldn't stop shaking, she took big gulps of hot air, and under her flying hair, there were flashes of golden lightning in her pupils.

"Amitabha."

Zhending held a sword in his hand with a solemn expression. He raised his head and met Gao Zhanlin's eyes. The electric energy in his heart, as strong as a chisel of gold and iron, overwhelmed the entire audience.

In the hall on the fourth floor, many candidates were dumbfounded, and Gu Yi Qiu almost popped his eyes out.

"Junior Sister Fu, she...how did she do it?"

Shukaku's palms trembled slightly. She tried several times, but the Zhenwu heart electricity on her arms that had been tempered thousands of times still collapsed and could not take shape.

"That kid, just now, that was, what?"

Fu Lemei swallowed a few times and tried to calm herself down. It was the first time she killed someone. When she used her Phoenix Blood Type to smash the head of the spiritualist who tried to ignite gasoline, the huge physical discomfort made her tremble.

Taoist Priest, you are wrong about at least one thing.

Fu Lemei's father's face flashed before her eyes.

"Le Mei, I am ashamed to say that I have lived for more than forty years, and the only thing worth mentioning is that I can keep the precepts. However, the Hundred Refining Heart Electron is passed down to men, not women, and I broke the precepts today. Counting the past, I can't help but feel a sense of sudden realization. Thinking about my stubbornness in the early years, is it a bit ridiculous? Today's era is no longer something that mediocre people like me can understand. Since I have entrusted the important task of glorifying the Five Elements to a girl like you, how can I use the ancestral precepts to restrict you? Thinking carefully, a hundred years later, if I really have something to comfort me in my life, it should not be my ability to keep the ancestral precepts, but my teaching you. So..."

“Just do what feels right to you.”