Embers of Sword

Chapter 320 Great Strength

"clatter."

"clatter."

"clatter."

The golden ceiling of the Buddhist kingdom was cut in half by the sword energy.

Rainwater poured into the tower, forming a pool of scarlet blood.

Miaozhen lowered her head and looked silently at her shoulder. Blood flowed out from there, along her arm, drop by drop, falling to the ground, making a dripping sound.

All this happened in just a moment, and the sword energy burst out in just a split second.

"What a fast sword..."

Miaozhen couldn't help but sigh out loud.

This sword was really fast, so fast that even though he was fully prepared, he still couldn't react.

The young Buddhist slowly loosened his grip on the Mingsha Staff and pressed hard on the wound on his shoulder. This sword was not only fast but also extremely powerful, as could be seen from the hole in the ceiling of the Buddhist Kingdom... However, the Buddhist who had endured the full blow of the sword energy still managed to keep his balance and stood firmly in place.

However, Miaozhen couldn't even lift her entire right arm, it just drooped limply towards the ground...

The path of destruction shatters the Sanskrit mantra.

The sword energy pierced through the golden body, cut into the skin, and severed the meridians in the shoulder.

The golden body was broken and the battle was over.

"You lost."

Xie Xuanyi recovered his illness, raised his head and stared at the tall figure in front of him, "It seems that your golden body is not as strong as you thought... Brother Miaozhen, you still need to practice."

He used all his strength in this sword strike.

After Dayue Kingdom comprehended the Dao of Birth, Xie Xuanyi realized that the fusion of the two Daos was the true path he wanted to practice... The single "Dao of Destruction" was indeed powerful in killing power, but it was a bit thin and incomplete after all. If it could be supplemented by the Dao of Life, its power would be even greater.

This battle is the best proof.

In the cave heaven realm, even the perfect golden body of a reincarnated living Buddha cannot resist the fusion of two swords!
If the way of life is also cultivated to perfection...

What will the picture be like?
"Ha ha……"

Miaozhen laughed softly.

The sword energy penetrated his bones, but he seemed to feel no pain.

A look of determination emerged on the young monk's sharp face. He slowly straightened his back, and his cassock was blown wildly. Miao Zhen calmly released his hand that was pressing on the wound. Silent Sanskrit chanting sounded in the void, and the pool of blood on the ground gradually changed from scarlet to golden.

Seeing this scene, Xie Xuanyi narrowed his eyes slightly.

The corrosive power of the Law of Destruction is extremely strong.

Once the sword energy penetrates Miaozhen's skin, it will penetrate into his bone marrow and continue to spread.

This sword energy can only be recalled by the master.

Never imagined.

The Buddha's light surged from the top of the golden tower and the Buddhist chants echoed.

Miao Zhen used his own strength to force his "Principle of Destruction" out of his body!
It seems that this reincarnated living Buddha of Fanyin Temple still has many tricks that have not been used.

However, the rules of this competition are special. Miaozhen can only defend and not attack.

These methods... no matter how sophisticated they are, they are meaningless.

“I did lose.”

Within a few breaths, Miaozhen's wound healed on its own.

He wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve and said calmly: "I am willing to accept the loss. Monks do not tell lies. I owe you an apology and a request."

After getting Miao Zhen's reply, Xie Xuanyi prepared to restrain his sword energy.

But the next moment.

He stopped this action.

Sword energy swam in the sky like fish, hovering around Xie Xuanyi's black clothes. The sword tip turned again and aimed at the tall monk in front of him.

"Thank you, benefactor..."

The young monk smiled and said, "You are much more perceptive than I thought."

……

……

"I'm curious--"

"Who won?"

The Red Mountain was filled with golden light. Miyun, who was in charge of Qianyuan Sea, used his magical powers to send all the people waiting at the fourth level to the top of the mountain.

Xie Zhen has successfully climbed the tower.

Others naturally became "guests".

It's a pity that the golden tablet was broken, and the picture on the top of the golden tower was cut off. Everyone gathered on the top of the mountain, staring at the golden tablet above their heads and the small tower located among the clouds in the distance. The sword fight between Xie Zhen and the Buddhist should have ended, but why was there no movement yet?

"Donors, please be patient."

Dense clouds also hang on the top of Hongshan Mountain.

He looked up at the golden tablet, clasped his hands together, and said sincerely, "The reason for this situation is that Master Xie and Master Uncle put in all their efforts in the battle on the top of the tower."

As the guardian of the fourth gate of the Buddhist kingdom, his mind is connected to the Golden Body Pagoda.

No gold tablets are needed.

As long as you think about it, you can see the scene at the top of the golden body tower.

However, just now, the image on the golden tablet shattered, and the image in his heart lake also shattered. This meant that the uncle had taken back the "Buddha Kingdom". At this moment, the golden light falling on Hongshan gradually became thinner, but the heavy rain from the sky showed no sign of stopping, but instead had a tendency to intensify.

"Just now... I seemed to sense the sword intent of the young mountain master."

Duan Zhao's expression became serious.

He looked up at the zenith.

Just a moment ago... he felt the familiar murderous sword energy.

The golden tower covered by the Buddhist rules seemed to have a gap in it.

If.

The duel between Xiaoshanzhu and Miaozhen only involved one move.

Then this gap seems to be enough to determine the outcome of this battle.

"Hey."

Duan Zhao walked up to him unceremoniously, frowned, and asked, "I heard that you kowtowed to my young master in Qianyuan Sea earlier... What's your situation?"

This is very rude.

But Miyun didn't mind at all.

His expression was gentle, and he spoke softly, "Thank you, benefactor, for saving my life... I kowtow to repay the gratitude I have not yet expressed."

Duan Zhao scratched his head and couldn't help but mutter, "How did you two know each other?"

He was really curious.

Can a killer like Xiaoshan save people?
Dashui Sword Palace and Fanyin Temple are tens of thousands of miles apart. How did they rescue this little monk?
"Fate... is indescribable."

Miyun just smiled slightly and didn't say much.

Before this journey to the West, the master had reminded Buddhist monks to be as quiet as possible when traveling outside.

He actually understands this principle.

Miyun practiced the law of cause and effect, and realized early on that the fate of his savior was very different from that of other people. As for what happened in southern Xinjiang that day, and the specific details of this "life-saving grace", Miyun naturally concealed the past.

Seeing that the little monk didn't say anything, Duan Zhao didn't ask any more questions.

He actually didn't care how Xiaoshanzhu and Miyun knew each other.

Duan Zhao raised his eyebrows and asked the question that was on his mind: "So... now your uncle and your benefactor are fighting, who do you hope will win?"

"Donor, do you want to hear the truth?"

Miyun looked sincerely at the young man who was only a few years older than him. He had already sensed that the other party came with "hostility".

As expected, Duan Zhao approached to talk, just to raise this difficult issue. "Of course I want to hear the truth."

Duan Zhao smiled and said, "Besides...monks don't tell lies, so how could the young master lie?"

"..."

Miyun fell into a brief silence.

At the top of Red Mountain, many people were waiting for his answer.

The sermons given by the delegation from the Fanyin Temple this time put the Dachu Imperial City at a disadvantage.

This last day.

If no one can break Miao Zhen's golden body, this journey to the west will be a real success... How could Miyun hope that his uncle would be defeated?
However, Xie Zhen was Miyun's savior, so he had just kowtowed to him and said in front of everyone that he would repay him well.

This problem is equivalent to putting it in a dilemma.

No matter how you say it, it's wrong.

"Amitabha……"

Miyun smiled and said, "I hope that Mr. Xie will win."

"Lying is a dog's fault."

Duan Zhao stared into the little monk's eyes.

"Yes."

Although Miyun was silent for a few breaths, there was no sign of embarrassment in his eyes.

As if this tricky question was nothing to him...

At this moment, Miyun said calmly: "My dear donors, I am not lying. If there is a winner on the top of the Golden Body Pagoda... I hope it will be Donor Xie. In fact, Donor Xie should have won."

It was raining heavily in Hongshan.

The holy light of the Buddha kingdom converges.

However, the "luck" condensed at the top of the golden tower did not decline or diminish, but instead became even more intense.

This time.

Even without using the technique of observing qi, even if you just look at it with your naked eyes, you can see that the golden body tower is different.

In the dark sky, the lightning was attracted by the luck and gathered to one point.

In the past few days, all the "luck" that the Fanyin Temple delegation has absorbed from their sermons is here.

"Little Mountain Master...has he won?"

Duan Zhao was stunned for a moment, Deng Baiyi frowned, and Wu Yue Shang Yi and other challengers all felt the vast aura emanating from the Golden Body Tower at this moment. The ethereal luck was gathered together by the Fanyin Temple in the form of "preaching", as if condensed into a big bell.

Good fortune has a source and a destination.

"If this battle is over, why hasn't Xie Zhen left the tower yet?"

Yu Wenzhong, who was straightforward, couldn't help but ask.

"The end of this battle does not mean the end of today."

Miyun narrowed his eyes and spoke softly, "Today, Fanyin Temple invites you to step into the Buddhist kingdom and climb to the top of Red Mountain... Of course, it is not just as simple as watching a battle to 'break the golden body'."

"The real good show...is luck..."

Deng Baiyi murmured, raised her paper umbrella, and cast her eyes towards the golden pagoda in the distant sky.

In fact, she had already sensed that something was wrong.

When climbing Red Mountain, Xie Zhen reminded himself...

What is the purpose of the Fanyin Temple delegation preaching and absorbing good fortune during these seven days?
Miaozhen's wild words, the golden light array in front of the Great Pudu Temple, the many checkpoints in the Buddhist Kingdom, and everything the Fanyin Temple delegation did were actually all done with extremely subtle measures.

all of these.

All to wait for the so-called destined person.

This destined person was initially believed to be "Junshan".

Before the duel began, the Buddhist disciple had made a message through a golden tablet... If Xie Zhen failed to break his golden body, then let Junshan come again. This message seemed to be just an unintentional remark, but now from the perspective of a "spectator", it actually has a profound meaning.

If Xie Zhen loses, will Junshan take over?

Miyun is a Buddhist disciple, but he sincerely hopes that Xie Zhen can win?

If the golden tablet image had not been cut off.

Deng Baiyi will see more. She will see that the Buddhist deliberately divides a part of his luck... and hands it to Xie Zhen.

All this is enough to prove one thing.

Everything the delegation did when they crossed the sea to the west was to enable that "destined person" to accomplish the feat of breaking the golden body.

……

……

"The destruction of the Immortal Body does not seem to be a big deal to you."

"Victory and defeat are common in the military. A defeat in the Cave Heaven Realm is nothing... Besides, this is not a true duel. It's not shameful to have my golden body pierced by your sword."

"If it was Junshan who climbed the tower, you would still lose."

"Perhaps, probably, it should be like this."

"You hope your golden body will be broken."

"..."

silence.

A long silence.

Only the sound of dripping rain echoed between the two of them. The cracks in the Buddha's kingdom were quickly repaired by the rules, and the top of the golden pagoda returned to peace.

The sword energy around Xie Xuanyi turned the tip of the sword and pointed it at the tall monk in front of him.

The Battle of the Golden Body is over.

But the meeting at the Golden Body Tower did not end there.

Xie Xuanyi didn't feel any negative emotions like uneasiness, danger, or anxiety in his heart... This meant that the layout of the Golden Body Tower today did not contain any hidden dangers, and what Miao Zhen was going to do next would not pose any threat to him.

"I owe donor Xie a request."

Miao Zhen lowered his brows, no longer showing the furious expression he had when they met at Tailing. He said calmly, "Thank you, benefactor, just tell me what you want to ask."

"The request you owe me is not so easy to repay."

Xie Xuanyi chuckled.

He looked up at the ceiling of the Buddhist Kingdom and said slowly, "Let me guess what the Fanyin Temple wants to do... They have come a long way to the Dachu Imperial City, preached for seven days, and absorbed a lot of luck in the name of the envoys' journey to the west. If all this luck is concentrated on one person, it will be a great fortune."

Miaozhen listened quietly without interrupting.

“But if you want to gather luck and take advantage of this situation to elevate your realm to the top, then in this battle today, you must not let yourself fall easily no matter what.”

Xie Xuanyi said calmly: "Obviously, you didn't accumulate this luck for yourself..."

Miaozhen opened her mouth slightly, wanting to say something.

Xie Xuanyi continued, "Although this fortune is not small, if it is placed in the entire Li Kingdom, it seems insignificant and not worth mentioning... This fortune is not accumulated for the Li Kingdom."

Hearing this, the Buddhist disciple couldn't help but reveal an expression of appreciation and emotion.

"If you wanted to win, you wouldn't have given me your luck. Obviously, you hope that I can break this golden body. If I can't, then Junshan will do it. If I'm not mistaken, if the person who entered the temple today was Junshan, then he would also have a chance to break this golden body."

"You've been so deliberate in doing all this, simply hoping to leverage the luck of the 'predestined one' to further elevate the Golden Body Tower's momentum."

Xie Xuanyi paused, and said word by word: "You are taking advantage of the situation. Taking advantage of the young heroes of Da Chu, taking advantage of the genius who can split the golden body of the Living Buddha... But all the luck you have accumulated must have a place to go."

After a short silence.

Xie Xuanyi spat out two words: "...Buddha bones."

"It is also."

The young monk sighed and couldn't help but smile.

The Golden Body Pagoda began to tremble, and countless Buddha lights gathered at the top of the pagoda. Thousands of golden threads and luck converged to form a dry and broken skeleton.

Miao Zhen sincerely praised, "Thank you, benefactor. You are a wonderful person."

(End of this chapter)