As an official, what's wrong with raising a few monsters?

Chapter 369 The Upheaval at the Marshal's Mansion

Ever since being invaded by the two evil spirits, the lecher and the gambler, and almost assassinated.

Du Yun'an then strengthened the security and guards of the mansion.

He didn't want to experience that again.

However, the two people who came today were not people that ordinary guards could stop.

The night was dark and the wind was high, the air thick with the stench of blood.

Two tall, muscular figures stood in front of the door, blocking the bright moonlight.

"Du Yun'an!!!"

The suppressed roar, like a tiger howling through the mountains, shook the very soul.

Du Yun'an shuddered violently, his fat jiggling twice.

Suddenly, I looked up and headed towards the door.

Upon seeing who it was, they were terrified out of their wits and their hearts pounded with fear.

He just sat down on the ground.

Two imposing, burly men stood there.

A tall, bald man wielded a bloodstained nine-ringed broadsword and exuded a menacing aura. He didn't look like a good guy. Du Yun'an didn't recognize him.

The other person was the reason for his great fear.

The blood-clad soldiers, their bloodstained robes severing the ties between the two kingdoms.

A hero who stirred up bloodshed and chaos across the land, and Du Yun'an's former boss.

He stood there perfectly still, dressed in the most ordinary coarse cloth clothes, but his broadsword was sharp and his majestic gaze seemed capable of crushing Du Yun'an.

"Wang...Wang Huai, Your...Your Majesty?!"

How...how is this possible?!

Didn't he die in the Blood-Clad Army's internal strife?

This news came from Mingchen!

What? What happened?!
How did he end up here?

Is this person a human or a ghost?

As the leader, Wang Huai was the spiritual totem of the Blood-Clad Army, and the leaders of the Blood-Clad Army were filled with immense fear.

Especially someone like Du Yun'an, who has long been corrupted by power and desire, only knows how to enjoy himself, has forgotten his original intentions, and is as cowardly as a mouse.

He knew very well how much he had wronged Wang Huai.

He had become one of the people Wang Huai used to hate the most.

He was also well aware of how ruthless Wang Huai was towards people like them.

Wang Huai was a living person, and he was afraid.

If Wang Huai was a vengeful ghost, he would be even more frightened.

"unfair?"

He sat on the ground, shrinking back in fear, calling out to the only person who could save his life.

But then, a figure flashed by.

Even before Wang Huai appeared, the injustice had already vanished without a trace.

"Du Yun'an!"

Wang Huai thought Du Yun'an was implying he was being unfair, so he raised his eyebrows and retorted angrily, "Unfair?!"

"What qualifications do you have to say that about me?!"

Wang Huai did indeed feel guilty towards some of his subordinates and ordinary people.

He lacked ability and was blinded by ambition, which led him to make many mistakes.

But what right does that idiot Du Yun'an have to criticize him?!
"Who gave you permission to summon the Blood-Clad Army and establish a new Great Qi?!"

"Who gave you permission to establish a new king and indulge in extravagance and debauchery?!"

"What oath did you swear when you joined the Blood-Clad Army?!"

"Where have you thrown away the Blood-Clad Army's grand ambitions?!"

Wang Huai was furious!

It was partly anger, and partly self-reproach for his inability to manage his subordinates and his inability to recognize talent.

The Blood-Clad Army did indeed cut down much of the old dynasty's corruption.

However, the destruction that the Blood-Clad Army inflicted on this country and its people was equally immense.

The lingering problems are still like bloodsucking worms, gnawing at the flesh and blood of the people.

This magnificent mansion felt like a heavy hammer blow to my heart.

Wang Huai's eyes widened in fury, and the anger in his chest seemed to engulf him.

He questioned Du Yun'an angrily, brandishing his broadsword, and charged straight at him.

"Crack!"

The immense force carved a huge trench into the magnificent bluestone floor.

"Puch!"

Blood gushed out, and an arm flew into the sky.

"Ah~"

Du Yun'an screamed like a pig being slaughtered, clutching his wound that was gushing blood.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

"I am innocent!"

"I am innocent!"

"Your Majesty, spare your life, Your Majesty, spare your life!"

Urine soaked his crotch. The fat pig knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly to Wang Huai, pitifully begging.

"I did these things for the sake of the Great Qi, to avenge Your Majesty!"

"His Majesty!"

Spare my life!

Spare my life!

Wang Huai's mental suppression of him was too strong.

Now that they don't know if it's a human or a ghost, they dare not resist anymore.

They were just telling blatant lies, begging for Wang's mercy.

"I didn't kill Lord Qu and Lord Deng. It has nothing to do with me! It has nothing to do with me!"

"It was all done by a monk!"

Du Yun'an had a guilty conscience; he knew very well how many things he had done that had enraged Wang Huai.

Not long ago, he also killed a lecher and a gambler.

Not long after, Wang Huai arrived.

It's hard not to connect the two things.

He thought Wang Huai had come to interrogate him, so he confessed.

"what?!"

Wang Huai was already angry.

Upon hearing this, his eyes narrowed and his whole body trembled.

Du Yun'an did not mention the two people's names, but Wang Huai knew their surname very well.

A violent rage and intense guilt overwhelmed his spirit.

Qu Xin and Deng Guangying were the names of the gambler and the lecher, his only two remaining younger brothers.

The reason I left my secluded life was because I felt my two younger brothers appear to me inexplicably in my dreams.

Despite having no news of the two brothers in recent days, Wang Huai still clung to a sliver of hope.

However, after hearing what Du Yun'an said today, his wishful thinking was instantly shattered.

died!

died!

His last two brothers... were killed.

"what!!!"

He roared in a fit of rage, his reason completely consumed.

Originally, they wanted to spare Du Yun'an's life so that they could control the overall situation.

He doesn't want to think about anything now.

All he wanted was revenge for his two brothers!

He raised his broadsword high and slashed it down at Du Yun'an's neck.

But at this moment,
"Huh~"

A gentle breeze swept by, and time seemed to stand still at that moment.

"Puch!"

Warm blood gushed out.

It splashed onto the panicked Du Yun'an's face.

"you!"

Everything happened so fast.

Just moments ago, Wang Huai was judging Du Yun'an, but in the blink of an eye, he was ambushed.

The senior monk's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he roared angrily.

He charged forward, wielding a large sword.

Wang Huai stared blankly down at the sky.

Before he knew it, a hand had pierced through his chest, and blood was spraying out relentlessly.

when?
There's another person here? Even Bu Chen didn't notice!

"Since you are already dead..."

"Why not just return to the underworld and stop worrying about human affairs?"

A silent whisper, devoid of joy or sorrow, rang in Wang Huai's ears.

Wang Huai spent his entire life on the battlefield, always leading from the front.

He has countless scars on his body and has indeed suffered many injuries.

But this was the first time he had felt death so close to him.

Blood flowed freely, and strength and consciousness were rapidly fading away.

"what!!!"

He gritted his teeth and roared, his solid muscles gripping the arm of this inexplicable man tightly, and suddenly drew his knife and slashed backward.

only……

Even the most valiant warriors on the battlefield, heroes who stir up chaos in the world, are ultimately just ordinary people.

He simply withdrew his blood-stained hand, and the sharp glint of the blade did not harm the person behind him in the slightest.

Wang Huai swayed his body.

"when!"

The broadsword stood still on the floor.

My mind seemed to float in the heavens, and boundless power suddenly burst forth from the deepest part of my heart at this moment.

"Who are you?!"

Bu Chen held a large sword, his brows furrowed, and looked solemnly at the person who had appeared out of nowhere.

A rather thin man, with a shaved head like a monk, wearing a mask, with one eye closed and the other open.

This person is very strange. Just now, he rushed forward with a knife, wanting to kill this person.

However, no matter how fast he ran, the person seemed to be just out of reach, and he could never get close.

He seemed to be standing still, as if the bluestone floor beneath his feet stretched out to an infinite distance.

This person is not simple; he cannot be dealt with by brute force alone.

Under everyone's gaze, Bu Gong lowered his eyes, his bloodstained hand held in front of his chest, and bowed to Bu Chen, saying in a calm voice, "This humble monk Bu Gong greets Junior Brother Bu Chen."

"unfair?"

Bu Chen was taken aback for a moment, then seemed to remember something, her eyes narrowing: "It's you!"

His master told him that thirty years ago, Qiushen Temple had taken in a spiritual child and named him Buzheng.

This child was born with two mouths: one that speaks the truth and the other that speaks falsehoods.

He was exceptionally intelligent and quick to learn, mastering everything he encountered before the age of ten.

When it comes to the ultimate truths of Buddhism, no one can out-argue him.

The temple intended to appoint him as the next abbot, but he said that "sitting in meditation all day is like grinding a brick to make a mirror or cooking rice with sand; one cannot become a Buddha." He wanted to leave the mountain and enter the world to seek the divine opportunity.

He then changed his Buddhist name to Bugong, left the temple, and never returned.

Bu Chen had never seen him.

Unexpectedly, this person recognized him.

"It seems that my junior brother recognizes me."

He stood there, quietly looking at Bu Chen, and said in a calm voice, "Since you recognize me, please leave quickly, junior brother."

Facing the tall, menacing, and oppressive monk, Bu Gong remained calm, bowing with one hand and speaking in a gentle voice: "We are fellow disciples, and I do not wish to take your life."

"you!"

The senior monk glanced at Wang Huai, but did not retreat. He simply glared at the injustice and rebuked him, saying, "Senior brother, you are praising Master. You are well-versed in Buddhist rituals and possess both blessings and wisdom. You are a born prodigy."

"Why are you here helping bandits, hindering the overall situation, and causing harm to humanity?"

"Is this the destiny you sought?!"

"All that Buddhist ritual you read before, did it all go to waste?!"

Compared to injustice, not being angry is a completely different extreme.

Injustice is the mark of a top student.

Those who don't get angry are definitely poor students; they can't memorize the scriptures and can't understand Buddhist principles.

Because of his reckless nature, he damaged the mountain gate and was expelled.

This stands in stark contrast to the senior student who has received countless accolades.

However, Bu Chen knew that the Blood-Clad Army was now rotten to the core and was causing havoc on the world.

The Qian Yuan dynasty, on the other hand, was quite the opposite. The monarch was wise and the officials were honest and upright, and the dynasty was thriving and prosperous.

However, this injustice is now helping Daqi and hindering the process, which is truly a sin.

The injustice merely stared at him with one eye, gently shaking his head and saying, "Junior brother, you haven't glimpsed the truth; you don't understand..."

"In that case, you may stay as well."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bu Gong took a light step forward.

However, in the blink of an eye, they had already arrived in front of Bu Chen.

Bu Chen's eyes narrowed, and he hurriedly swung his knife vertically.

But the strike landed in empty air.

Injustice was right in front of him, yet it seemed so close yet so far, untouchable.

Very weird.

"Tear~"

Unfairly, his palm acted like a knife, cleanly slicing through Bu Chen's clothes and leaving a small but noticeable bloodstain.

“Junior brother, within this mansion, distances are defined by me.”

"You are no match for me, you should leave now."

Bu Gong casually flicked the blood off his fingertips, looked up at Bu Chen, and said indifferently.

Bu Chen touched his chest; his palm was stained with blood.

Although he lacks wisdom, he is good at fighting without anger.

He has extremely high combat intelligence.

In just a few words about injustice, he understood his situation.

Now we are in the midst of an unfairly arranged spell.

The reason this person disappeared when they first appeared is that he was preparing this almost invincible spell, which is why they are now in a very passive situation.

Wang Huai didn't know how many breaths he had left.

He really let his guard down this time.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"I will clean house on behalf of my master today!"

Bu Chen roared angrily, raised his broadsword, and charged towards Bu Gong.

"Humph!"

He simply shook his head and sighed softly.

Immediately afterwards, his figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

"Puch!"

In the blink of an eye, another gash was slashed open on Bu Chen's body.

Bu Chen merely brandished his broadsword, yet he remained relentlessly close to the enemy.

"Whoosh!"

His palms were like knives, incredibly fast.

Bu Chen stared wide-eyed, but still gained nothing.

"Junior brother, there's no need to expose any weaknesses."

As if he could guess what Bu Chen was thinking, Bu Gong said calmly, "Even if I touch you for a moment, you still can't catch me."

Bu Chen gritted her teeth, looking at herself covered in blood, as if she had made up her mind: "Then let's give it a try!"

"drink!"

He roared, his eyes gleaming.

"Boom boom boom!"

A powerful surge of magical energy erupted outwards.

In an instant, the masts were overturned and the oars were destroyed.

The luxurious mansion built by Grand Marshal Du Yun'an at the cost of countless resources was destroyed and left in a mess.

The earth rumbled, and a gigantic, golden Buddha statue rose from the ground.

Since we can't catch it, we'll extend the attack range and cover the whole area.

A strong wind swept across our faces, creating a magnificent spectacle.

Upon seeing this, Bugong paused for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes, which had been tightly closed all along.

Her pure white eyes shone brightly, exuding extraordinary charm.

The mask they were wearing was blown away by the strong wind, and both mouths opened at the same time, as if they were chanting some kind of incantation.

The moment it appeared, it was a riot of color and a flowing, elegant atmosphere.

Lotus blossoms bloom in the sky, basking in the light, adorning the dark night sky, yet like melting ice and snow, they vanish into nothingness from everything they touch.

However, at this moment, when the two were locked in a stalemate, they were locked in a magical duel.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a strong wind whistled past my ears.

Suddenly, the greatsword cleaved through space.

The burly man, with a hole drilled in his chest, had a grim face. His body was surrounded by a bloody aura, and he suddenly slashed at Injustice with immense force.

(End of this chapter)