Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

The eighteen Arhats steadily lowered the Buddha's carriage, and the sound of metal clashing echoed in the air above Jinshan Temple.

The heavy sound was like a hammer blow, striking the hearts of every monk.

Some of the older monks even subconsciously took a half step back.

He recalled that rainy night several years ago when more than a dozen groups of notorious mountain bandits and river pirates, instigated by someone, gathered thousands of desperate men and sneaked up Jinshan under the cover of a torrential downpour.

They thought that the heavy rain would conceal their whereabouts, that the presence of thousands of people would make a temple bow down, and that the money and provisions that Jinshan Temple had accumulated over the years would be readily available.

The monk remembered clearly that he and several fellow disciples were holding long sticks and guarding the mountain gate together.

Outside the mountain gate, a dark mass of people stood, torches crackling in the rain, illuminating menacing faces.

The leading bandits, mounted on tall horses, had their swords drawn and were discussing how to divide the temple property after breaking down the gate.

Then they heard a burst of laughter.

The laughter came from the direction of the main hall, deep and resonant, like muffled thunder rolling underground.

The laughter grew louder and wilder until it even shook the rain, sending it flying off and stinging the bandits' faces.

The thousands of desperate criminals fell silent, and even the horses were so frightened that they knelt on their knees.

Shen Jue walked out of the rain.

He didn't use an umbrella, yet the rain bypassed him three feet above his head.

He was barefoot, laughing wildly, and his eyes shone like two golden lamps.

It's like someone who's been starving for three days suddenly seeing a table full of delicacies.

"Since we're already here," Shen Jue said with a smile, her voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.

"Don't leave."

He lifted a 10,000-pound Buddha chariot with one hand.

For the top martial artists of this world, a true qi martial artist reaching this level is already unparalleled and beyond imagination.

Before the bandits could react, Shen Jue had already made his move.

He took a step forward, his entire body, along with the Buddha's crest, crashing into the crowd.

The chariot was swung in his hands in a perfectly round arc.

Wherever the Buddha's chariot passed, the rain, the air, and even the bodies of the bandits were all crushed into a bloody red.

Thousands of bandits fled in despair. Among them, a martial arts master who could be considered a master of internal energy collapsed and died the moment he collided with the Buddha's chariot.

The Buddha's carriage suffered considerable damage, and most of the thousands of bandits were scattered by Shen Jue that night.

The monk, recalling this, felt a chill again.

Moreover, there are rumors that Abbot Shen Jue once carried a Buddha-shaped chariot and brutally killed an entire manor of black-haired zombies.

The invulnerable black-haired zombie was brutally broken into pieces that needed to be pieced together.

The scene returns to the present.

Shen Jue looked at the Buddhist palanquin, a look of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

This Buddha chariot was something he personally crafted over three whole months in this world.

The weight of the Buddha's chariot used to be just right, perfect for dealing with large demons or for charging into organized armies.

But now, even "light as a feather" is not enough to describe the weight of this chariot.

Moreover, in principle, Shen Jue has violated many of the precepts that monks are required to follow over the years.

Especially the prohibition against killing.

However, in this dangerous and chaotic world where humans and demons mingled, no monks from Jinshan Temple actually came to accuse Shen Jue of doing something wrong.

Moreover, although Shen Jue was the abbot of Jinshan Temple, he did not firmly believe in secular Buddhism in the traditional sense.

In his view, neither Mahayana Buddhism nor Theravada Buddhism can save the world of Liaozhai today.

"Let's depart."

Shen Jue moved swiftly and sat upright on the couch in the center of the lotus platform.

The pure white robe draped over the petals cast from star iron, creating a striking contrast with the dark, metallic luster.

The eighteen Arhats do not require any instructions.

The eighteen men lifted the Buddha's palanquin, their positions subtly conforming to some mysterious formation, thus evenly distributing the weight of the 10,000-jin palanquin.

"rise."

Eighteen people exerted their strength at the same time.

The heavy Buddhist chariot, weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, lifted off the ground and landed steadily on the shoulders of eighteen people.

"Walk."

The group gave a low shout and headed towards the mountain gate.

Shen Jue lay on her side on the lotus platform, only lacking the need for a shrill voice to "ignore" the eighteen Arhats of Jinshan Temple.

From afar, one could see a massive golden light leaping and moving through the treetops, covering dozens of feet with each breath.

A few breaths later, they left the mountains and entered the official road in Jiangnan.

Shen Jue lay on his side on the lotus platform, his plain white kasaya hanging casually, his eyes half-closed, like a leisurely monk taking a nap in the afternoon.

Shen Jue's consciousness sketched in the air.

Patterns from the world of horror movies fell down.

Indeed, the power of Shen Jue from the horror film is also perfectly compatible with the world of Liaozhai.

Shen Jue stretched out her finger and gently tapped the armrest of the lotus platform.

The tapping sound was extremely soft, as soft as a drop of water falling into a pond, but it stirred up an invisible storm on the land of Jiangnan.

The complex formation spread wildly in all directions from Jinshan Temple, like water falling into a frying pan!

The Yuan Magnetic Great Sun magic power, wrapped in array patterns, revealed its true form from the clouds like an invisible blazing sun. Its scorching white light swept across mountains, rivers, cities, and villages, and everything in its path was coated with a layer of pale gold light!

Everything happened in silence. Shen Jue used the Primordial Magnetic Sun as a guide to silently transform the malevolent energy, demonic energy, and resentment in the world into spiritual energy.

Like an invisible millstone, it silently grinds across the entire Jiangnan region.

From Nanjing to Qiantang River, from Taihu Lake to the East China Sea, the entire Jiangnan region is experiencing the same thing.

The yin energy of every mass grave was drained, every haunted mansion was cleansed, every monster hiding in the mountains was crushed, and every water monster lurking in the river was burned to ashes.

The eighteen Arhats standing on the Buddha's chariot could not see the full picture of the formation, but they could sense it.

The moment the formation activated, the demonic energy within a hundred miles dissipated like a thin mist baked by the scorching sun.

The whole world is quiet now.

Shen Jue withdrew her fingers, lay back down on her side, and didn't even lift her eyelids.

He sensed the monsters vanish into nothingness under the power of the Primordial Magnetic Sun, and felt the resentment and yin energy being devoured by the formation and transformed into new spiritual energy.

The polluted air throughout the Jiangnan region is becoming clearer at a visible speed.

"That feels much better."

"I hope I didn't scare the little ones," Shen Jue muttered to himself.

"Next up is this Buddha statue."

Shen Jue's gaze fell on the Buddhist chariot beneath him.

"The stuff I made in three months isn't even handy anymore," Shen Jue muttered to himself, a hint of disdain in his voice.

He stretched out his palm, palm facing up.

The Yuan Magnetic Sun Dharma Power slowly rotated, and golden light emanated from his palm, enveloping the entire Buddha chariot.

The eighteen Arhats simultaneously felt a heat on their shoulders; the Buddha's chariot they were carrying was trembling violently, as if something inside was awakening.

"Keep going, don't stop." Shen Jue's voice came from the lotus platform.

The eighteen Arhats exchanged glances, their steps remaining perfectly steady.

Having worked with the host for so many years, they have long since learned one thing.

When you're in charge of something, just do what you're supposed to do. Don't ask questions, don't look around, and don't overthink.

Shen Jue stretched out a hand and gently moved the material structure inside the Buddha carriage.

The magnetic field rotates through the nine heavens, manipulated by gravity.

Knowledge of weapon crafting from the world of horror movies surfaced in his mind, followed by the forging knowledge of Shen Jue from the Dragon Clan.

Two completely different weapon-refining systems were operating simultaneously in Shen Jue's consciousness.

The Magnetic Rotation Nine Heavens is responsible for reshaping the material level, while Gravity Manipulation is responsible for optimizing the structural level.

The eighteen Arhats felt the Buddha's chariot on their shoulders becoming lighter and lighter.

"Change direction. Lanruo Temple." Shen Jue's voice rang out again.

In just a short period of time.

The Buddha's carriage has been rebuilt.

The current Buddhist chariot can not only increase its size and weight at will under the effect of the engraved array, but it can also be controlled to fly under Shen Jue's will.

As for other types of formations, Shen Jue has no plans to join them yet.

The new Buddha chariot has not changed much in appearance. It is still a lotus platform and still has a dark background. However, upon closer inspection, there is a faint gold line around the edge of the lotus petals, which appears and disappears in the sunlight.