Embers of Sword

Chapter 339 Interception
The wind howls and the ghosts wail.

The huge soul-knocking flag inserted into the top of the mountain was washed away by the Buddha's light and shattered into pieces.

The sun dispels the haze.

The Buddha's kingdom hangs high!

In the eyes of Master Qi Po, the monk who was a hundred feet tall did not actually grow taller and turn into a mountain.

It's all just an illusion.

It’s just that…when truth becomes false, the false becomes true as well.

"no no!!"

Master Qi Po fell to the ground, using his hands and feet to crawl backwards in panic. He no longer cared about his dignity. The moment the sun enveloped him, he knew that this battle was completely different from what he had imagined.

The cultivation level of this Buddhist disciple from the Fanyin Temple is definitely not comparable to that of the Cave Heaven Realm!
"Huangxi! Take action quickly!"

True Man Qi Po screamed in shock and spoke to the special envoy who was not far away.

"..."

Huangxi was in a daze, immersed in the warmth of the Buddha's light.

"Aren't you going to kill me as a sacrifice to the Soul-Knocking Banner?"

Miao Zhen said softly: "Now is a good time."

He looked down at Master Qi Po who was crawling in the dark in front of him. Every time the other person took a step back, he took a step forward.

"I was wrong……"

True Man Qi Po was so heartbroken that he had no choice but to retreat.

He looked at the blue-robed monk in front of him, whose body grew taller and taller, until it was taller than the mountain and even taller than the sky.

Miaozhen stretched out her hand.

The palm grew bigger and bigger, eventually covering the entire world.

"Click."

A crisp sound.

Master Qi Po's neck was broken at this point.

Miao Zhen lowered his head and silently stared at the thin figure in front of him. He slowly raised his palm, and the black robe was burned to ashes. Zhenren Qi Po's cheeks were twisted in pain, and his pupils bulged. It seemed that he had seen an extremely terrifying scene before he died.

"Ah……"

The Buddhist laughed softly, finding it somewhat ironic.

In fact, before he broke Master Qi Po's neck, the other party's heart had already been broken.

Precisely.

This guy was scared to death.

"All right."

"Now it is your turn."

Miaozhen turned around and looked at the special envoy Huangxi who was shrouded in Buddha's light not far away.

Under the cover of the Buddha's kingdom.

He transformed himself into the master of this world.

The reason why he was able to kill the Yin God in southern Xinjiang with his cave heaven body was because of the blessing of this "Buddha Kingdom".

Miaozhen extended her hand again.

Only this time, his expression changed slightly.

Where countless lights were falling, the special agent Huangxi, who was originally immersed in illusions, suddenly raised his head. The confusion in his eyes was swept away, replaced by clarity and tranquility.

"The reincarnated Living Buddha of Fanyin Temple in this life is indeed extraordinary."

"Qi Po's eighth-grade Soul-Knocking Banner... couldn't even stop it for a moment..."

"I admire you……"

Huangxi chuckled and spoke. The voice that echoed on the top of the mountain was very calm and there was no panic at all.

He sat back on the iron seat.

The young special agent stretched out a hand, supported his chin, and said softly: "It seems that Yuan Jimo is right... As long as I show a little murderous intent, you will take the bait."

"You are not 'Desolate Creek'."

Miaozhen raised an eyebrow.

He noticed that there was a hint of red in Huangxi's pupils at this moment.

From beginning to end, the expression of the special envoy opposite him never changed.

But the change in eye color made Miaozhen feel a faint sense of danger.

"Huangxi...is dead?"

The Buddhist frowned. Under the blessing of the Buddha Kingdom, he could feel that Huangxi's consciousness was disappearing at a rapid speed.

And that dangerous spiritual aura was slowly invading this body.

"Well……"

The young man sitting on the iron seat, keeping his chin in his hand, looked down at the scorching sun, feeling the cascading light.

"Of course I'm not Huangxi."

He smiled and said, "How can two cave gods, just two cave gods, kill you?"

The shattered Soul-Knocking Banner on the top of the mountain was pieced together again at this moment.

Countless torn strips of cloth fluttered in the wind.

The sound of bells and drums is shocking!

This time, it was no longer a sacred and solemn roar!

But it is the cry of living beings!
This big banner is bigger than the one owned by Master Qi Po, if the Buddha Kingdom is a blazing sun hanging high in the sky.

Then this soul-knocking flag is a giant spear that reaches straight into the sky!
The slender, black flagpole stands next to the iron base, and can be grasped with just a slight stretch of the hand.

"...Red Immortal?"

Miao Zhen watched the crimson in the other man's eyes deepen, and suddenly understood what had transpired on the mountaintop. Each of the Three Saints of Yinshan possessed three unique abilities, resulting in the creation of three magical instruments: the "Soul-Devouring Banner," the "Soul-Knocking Banner," and the "Soul-Calling Banner." Chi Xian's disciples had refined the "Soul-Knocking Banner," which could strike the spirit's mind, thereby possessing another's body. If death were imminent, they could abandon their original body and channel their spirit into the banner. As long as the "Soul-Knocking Banner" remained, they could have a chance at a new beginning... This was also why Miao Zhen personally slew Qi Po Zhenren: he wanted to ensure that his body, even his spirit, was gone.

only.

He overlooked one thing.

That was because Zhenren Qi Po's "Soul-Knocking Banner" had been opened. At that time, a wisp of divine consciousness hidden in it by Chi Xian swept into the heart of the special envoy Huang Xi.

Due to the coming of the Buddha Kingdom.

Huangxi’s “confusion” became a natural thing.

"Saint Monk Miaozhen, it's been a long time since we last met. Should I say 'congratulations'? Looking at the majestic atmosphere of this Buddhist country, if nothing unexpected happens, you will be even more powerful in this life than you were before."

Chixian smiled and spoke.

"Over the years, Southern Xinjiang has been suppressed by Buddhism and can only survive..."

He paused for a moment, then said with emotion, "Now you are a reincarnated body, only in the realm of cave heaven, and I am also a soul body, with limited magical powers. Why don't we compete to see who is stronger?"

"..."

Miaozhen, who has always been murderous, now has a cold expression.

He subconsciously turned around and looked towards Qujiang River.

The Purple and Blue Treasure Ship had traveled for some distance. The river fog was thick, which blocked the vision... but it could not prevent the divine ear from listening.

He heard the sound of raging waves rolling in the distance.

The tide has arrived and the wind and waves are about to rise.

"You guys knew I would come?"

Miao Zhen tightly grasped the Mingsha Staff and said in a cold voice: "This barren mountain is a prison specially set up for me..."

Huo Qu and his minions.

Just bait.

In fact... Master Qi Po and Special Envoy Huang Xi are also baits.

However, unlike Huo Qu and others, these two Cave Heaven Realm masters didn't know until they died that their only purpose in the plan was to lure Miao Zhen to show up.

The real purpose is not to drink...

From the beginning to the end, Yuan Jimo's real goal was the Purple Blue Treasure Ship. "As expected of a holy monk, you speak with great skill."

Chi Xian smiled apologetically and said, "It's a pity that I'm uneducated and don't understand the rare characters you mentioned. What does 囹圄 mean?"

boom!
The Mingsha Staff emitted a circle of golden light——

Miao Zhen took a step forward and smashed the golden pestle out with great force!
Chi Xian, who was sitting on the iron seat, restrained his smile, sat upright, and instantly stretched out his palm to grasp the tip of the Mingsha staff. The Buddha's kingdom was burning, the sun was boiling, and blazing fire ignited in Chi Xian's palm. The latter seemed not to feel any pain, but just held the end of the staff tightly.

"The scorching sun is like torture."

Chi Xian gazed at his burning flesh and blood, and said with emotion: "If it were back then, I'm afraid this blow would have killed me."

"It's a pity that things are no longer the same as they used to be."

"You have been reincarnated and cultivated again. You are no longer the high and mighty Yang God you once were."

"And I am also accustomed to the severe pain caused by the scorching sun."

……

……

The river broke open and the waves rolled.

The Purple and Blue Treasure Ship sailed smoothly, and the members of the delegation meditated in their respective residences.

It was quiet and peaceful on the boat.

Miyun pushed the wheelchair alone on the deck. He walked through the corridor and came to Junshan's door. Before he knocked, a young woman opened the door for him.

"…Finally here, please come in."

Deng Baiyi welcomed Miyun into the house.

The hut is not big.

But there are already four of them.

In addition to Deng Baiyi, there are Xie Zhen, Junshan, and Tie Tong, the former special envoy of the Imperial City.

"Benefactor."

Miyun asked as soon as he entered the room, "Is Master Uncle not back yet?"

He is connected to the wonderful true sea of heart, and the two of them have a sense of connection.

Master uncle left the treasure ship and went outside Qujiang to solve some problems... Miyun knew all these things.

There was a brief silence in the room.

Xie Xuanyi nodded, narrowed his eyes, and said, "You also think it's wrong?"

Miao Zhen went to hunt down Huo Qu's disciples and the person behind this secret line. Logically speaking, it would only take half a cup of tea at most to complete all this.

Even if you encounter unexpected events or setbacks, you should still send a message back.

But now, half an hour has passed.

After Miaozhen left the ship, there was no news from her.

Does it take so long to kill a few Dongtian people?
Xie Xuanyi had seen Miao Zhen's abilities before. It took Miao Zhen less than a hundred breaths to kill all those evil cultivators from the cave heavens in Tailing. And that was when he stopped a little. If this guy went all out, it would only take a shorter time.

"Just now, my connection with my uncle's heart sea was suddenly cut off."

Miyun, sitting in a wheelchair, lowered his head, silently feeling the reaction in his heart.

He frowned and said seriously, "Master-uncle may have encountered some trouble. Before the heart sea was disconnected, I felt the breath of the 'Buddha Kingdom'. Master-uncle used the 'Buddha Kingdom', but still couldn't escape..."

"...A powerful being beyond the Cave Heaven Realm has taken action."

Junshan Zhenren sat cross-legged on the bed.

He looked calm and casual, saying, "This shows that Yuan Jimo is no fool. He knew Miao Zhen's power, yet he foolishly sent a few minions. If I'm not mistaken, Miao Zhen established a mind connection with you in order to practice the Buddhist 'telepathy', right?"

Miyun was stunned for a moment and nodded slowly.

His magical power of telepathy is extremely mysterious, and is the most difficult to practice among all the magical powers in Buddhism.

If one's practice is highly accomplished, one can still spy on other people's thoughts even through the sea of souls.

However, this magical power will be affected by the state of the soul.

Before Miaozhen's reincarnation, he had established a close relationship with Miyun. Even after awakening his divine consciousness, he did not hide anything and completely opened his heart... Therefore, the two of them could sense each other's status.

This is also the method of practicing "telepathy" guided by the Zen master.

Junshan asked, "Did you see anything before your heart was disconnected?"

"I...seemed to see a hint of scarlet."

Miyun rubbed his brows and murmured, "It's like a banner spear that tore through my heart and severed the connection between me and my uncle."

"Yinshan, Chixian."

"Yinshan, Chixian!"

Two voices, speaking in unison, echoed in the quiet room.

Xie Xuanyi and Junshan spoke at the same time, reporting the names of the strong men who matched the scarlet vision.

"...Red Immortal?"

Deng Baiyi looked solemn. She had heard of the name of the Three Saints of Yinshan, but the southern border was too far away from the northern county, so she didn't know much about the strength of these "three saints".

"He is not a powerful figure. You can think of him as a fake Yang God who is not willing to be seen in public."

Junshan sneered, his eyes full of contempt.

"Fake Yang God?"

Deng Baiyi's face turned ugly.

Junshan is a reincarnated Yang God who looks down on the evil cultivators in southern Xinjiang... But the word Yang God is too heavy a burden for most practitioners. Even if it has the word "fake" in it, it still inspires awe.

"Don't worry. Even if Chixian has a hundred courages, he wouldn't dare to come here in person."

Junshan Zhenren narrowed his eyes. "Nalan Xuance and Chen Chong dare not kill Miaozhen openly, for fear of provoking the Zen master to destroy the cause and effect. If I'm not mistaken, Chixian should be a residual soul, and he has trapped Miaozhen. This guy is the strongest fighting force in the delegation. If Miaozhen is restrained, it will be much easier to take action next time."

The words just fell to the ground.

With a loud bang, it suddenly exploded outside the ship!

The purple and green treasure ship, which was sailing steadily on the surface of the Qujiang River, was suddenly hit. The hull tilted to one side, the waves rolled, and the cabin lost weight.

The violent inertia caused the bodies of everyone in the house to tilt.

"Enemy attack? I'll go and fight!"

Tietong's face changed drastically and he was about to rush out of the house.

The next moment, Xie Xuanyi held him down with one hand, preventing him from leaving.

"Thank you, sir?"

Tietong looked puzzled.

Xie Xuanyi held Tietong with one hand and Miyun's wheelchair with the other. He glanced at Deng Baiyi, who understood. Deng Baiyi took a deep breath and immediately began to draw the talisman.

The ship shook for a moment, then quickly regained its balance.

But the next bombardment followed.

This time, everyone was well prepared. The intense feeling of weightlessness came again, but they were not as panicked as before.

Inside the cabin, there was a shouting sound.

The monks of the Fanyin Temple delegation left the room one after another and found that the Buddhist disciple had disappeared, and the deck suddenly became chaotic.

Those two attacks just now were nothing.

The Purple and Green Treasure Ship itself has an extremely stable formation, but the formation's Yuanshi was consumed in the two bombardments. The ship that had been sailing steadily...now gradually slowed down and stopped in the middle of the river.

The river fog gradually dissipated.

The instigator of the two attacks gradually emerged from the darkness.

Xie Xuanyi had a gloomy expression. He raised his head, his gaze passing through the cabin and the deck, staring intently at the end of the darkness.

There hung a fluttering robe.

The man in the robe stood on the void and held a soul-devouring banner in his hand.

The Soul-Devouring Banner fluttered in the wind.

Countless dry bones, wailing, swaying in the river breeze.

Junshan Zhenren also looked towards Yin Yi's direction. He said with a half-smile, "...Mr. Xie, it seems like they're coming for you?"

(End of this chapter)