The ultimate master in the city

"I knew there was something strange about this statue!" Zhang Shisan brandished his longsword. "I'll go and destroy that statue in the main hall!"

"No need for all that trouble!" Zhou Fengchen pulled him back, saying, "This is probably just a trick played by Daoist Wu, child's play, taking advantage of our lack of experience. You hold off the demon monks, I'll break it!"

"Alright!" Zhang Shisan nodded in agreement and charged towards the demon monks who had surrounded him, engaging in a chaotic brawl.

Zhou Fengchen planted the ancient sword in the ground, sat cross-legged, opened his Heavenly Eye, and looked into the eyes of the statue above. Concentrating his mind, he chanted, "Heavenly Eye shatters Yin Sha, all illusions have nowhere to hide, so be it! Disperse!"

hum-

The face of the statue flickered and then vanished in the blink of an eye.

The mist and the demon monks dissipated, revealing the desolate temple, the sizzling torches, and the large red coffin.

The group of demonic monks stood at the entrance of the main hall, eyes closed, baring their teeth, twisting and turning like lunatics.

Zhang Shisan scoffed, "Are these bastards putting on performance art?"

"You're too immersed in the role. You thought they were killing us!" Zhou Fengchen chuckled, turned to the side, and kicked out horizontally.

boom!

The large red coffin flew out horizontally and crashed straight into a group of demon monks.

The group of demon monks only woke up when they heard the noise. They were all startled. Two of them couldn't dodge in time and were knocked down by the coffin. The rest of the demon monks, seeing this, frantically dragged them out and then turned into wisps of black smoke, disappearing into the main hall in the blink of an eye.

The two didn't rush inside. Zhou Fengchen gave a signal, and Zhang Shisan stepped forward, shouting loudly, "Master Wu! Come out and meet us! What's the point of hiding like a turtle?"

The surroundings were quiet, without any response.

Zhang Shisan scratched his head. "What's this bastard up to? Why isn't he going to fight it out? Why is he hiding? Could it be... he's not home?"

"Yes! It's nearby!" Zhou Fengchen was very certain. After thinking for a moment, he gripped the knife and threw it at the main hall gate.

"Snapped!"

The wooden plaque in the center, inscribed with the four characters "Buddha's Dharma is Boundless," was not very sturdy and was chopped in half and fell down.

The two quickly looked around again, but there was still no reaction.

"You can tolerate this? Is this guy a turtle or something?" Zhang Shisan cursed.

"Never mind! Let's go in!" Zhou Fengchen ran to the main hall gate, jumped up, pulled out the ancient sword, and rushed into the hall.

Zhang Shisan casually pulled out two torches and followed them inside.

The main hall was quiet; the group of demon monks were not there, and the statue of the god, with its piercing eyes, looked very eerie.

"I'll show you!"

Zhang Shisan handed the torch to Zhou Fengchen, took a few running steps, and swiftly climbed onto the statue's head. He picked up his longsword and smashed the statue's two bronze eyes to pieces. After finishing, he jumped down, looked back, and chuckled, "That looks much better!"

"Awesome!" Zhou Fengchen gave him a thumbs up, handed him a torch, pointed to the back hall, made a throat-slitting gesture, and whispered, "Once we kill all these demon monks, Master Wu should naturally come out."

The two grabbed their weapons and rushed towards the back hall, slashing through the curtain with a single blow and darting inside.

However, upon looking around, they were dumbfounded – the back hall was empty! The group of demon monks were not inside!

"What's going on? I clearly saw them come in!" Zhang Shisan raised his torch and looked around.

The surroundings were empty, emanating a strange, fishy, ​​and paint-like odor. The murals on the walls were dazzling, seemingly even more enchanting than when they were seen during the day.

Zhou Fengchen subconsciously walked to the wall and began to examine it, while Zhang Shisan also watched from the other side.

The painting is quite strange; the upper part depicts a group of immortals drinking and singing, but the lower part shows a group of monks being slaughtered by soldiers…

Zhou Fengchen was engrossed in watching when Zhang Shisan suddenly exclaimed, "Brother Zhou! Holy crap! Come and see!"

Judging from your tone, it sounds like something terrible has happened.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Fengchen walked over, holding a torch.

Zhang Shisan pointed to the painting on the wall, "Isn't that the monk Yuanzhi?"

Zhou Fengchen stared intently, and his heart skipped a beat. He saw a bald, fat monk hiding in the corner of a meditation room, looking outside with a terrified expression.

This monk looks exactly like the monk Yuanzhi.

"What does this mean?" Zhang Shisan asked, puzzled, and subconsciously touched the mural.

Suddenly, something strange happened. He vanished instantly, and a soft "snap" sound came from the side.

Zhou Fengchen was startled and quickly looked to the side. Good heavens! Zhang Shisan also ran into the painting and stood in the back hall of a temple, looking up at the roof. The strangest thing was that his hair gradually disappeared, and he turned into a monk.

Zhou Fengchen frowned, reached out and touched Zhang Shisan. The touch made him feel cold, and his vision blurred as if he were floating. When his vision refocused, he found himself next to Zhang Shisan.

Zhang Shisan was looking around when he heard the noise. He turned around, his eyes widening. "Holy crap! Brother Zhou, what happened to your hair?"

Zhou Fengchen touched his scalp and, sure enough, he had become a monk too. He cursed under his breath and pointed at Zhang Shisan's head, "You've lost your hair too! You look awful."

Zhang Shisan touched his scalp and cursed, "No wonder my scalp feels so cold, what the hell is going on?"

Zhou Fengchen looked around. The light wasn't dim. This place was exactly the same as the back hall of the "Painting Soul Temple," except that the murals on the walls were gone. If he hadn't seen Zhang Shisan enter the painting with his own eyes, he probably would be confused right now.

My dear reader, there's more to this chapter! Please click the next page to continue reading—even more exciting content awaits!

"Look at the wall!"

"I see it." Zhang Shisan slapped his forehead, then thought for a moment, "The mural is gone, could we have entered the painting?"

Zhou Fengchen nodded. "That's right!"

Just then, a series of noises and deafening shouts of killing suddenly came from outside.

Zhou Fengchen sheathed his knife and said in a low voice, "This is the real illusion. Monk Yuanzhi should be here too. Let's play it by ear, avoid the killing moves, and find Yuanzhi first."

"Okay!" Zhang Shisan also sheathed his longsword.

"Senior Brother Jingyi, Senior Brother Jingyuan!" A handsome young novice monk rushed in, anxiously saying, "Hurry out! The army is attacking!"

Zhou Fengchen coughed and asked in a low voice, "Don't panic! What happened?"

The young novice was almost in tears. "I don't know! The abbot told you to leave!"

"Okay, sure!" Zhou Fengchen winked at Zhang Shisan, and the two followed the little monk out the door.

Once outside, the bright light was a bit disorienting; it was dusk, and the sun hadn't completely set yet.

The location here is high up, and looking around, this is hardly a "Painting Soul Temple". The area is simply too big, with one Buddhist hall after another, stretching as far as the eye can see. There are even two stupas standing tall, and monks in various robes are hurrying around, creating a scene of panic among the people.

At the foot of the distant mountain, a dense horde of ancient soldiers rushed forward, their spears and lances forming a forest, exuding a murderous aura.

Zhang Shisan's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but curse, "You son of a bitch!"

I like the novel "The Strongest Master in the City".