I Possess a Scroll of Demon-Subduing Records

Just when the Buddha of Moonlight was feeling awkward, someone knocked on the door, easing his embarrassment.

"What's the matter?"

"Master, my name is Chen Nan, the Prefect of Hanzhong. I have come here without permission. I wonder if you have the time to chat?"

The local prefect was quite polite to the first-rank expert. The Moonlight Buddha knew why he had come, but he did not expect him to arrive so quickly.

It seems that the Emperor of Liang really values ​​this place.

The Moon-White Light Buddha glanced at his two helpers, and both of them wisely kept quiet.

With their cultivation level, if they didn't want to be discovered, they could sit here without being seen through by ordinary people.

"Please come in, Your Excellency."

Chen Nan then pushed open the door and entered. Upon seeing the monk, he sighed inwardly, "What a handsome monk!"

If we set up an altar and devise a plan, we will surely gain a lot of support.

However, this guy is a member of a demonic cult, so it's best to be cautious when dealing with him.

"Please sit down, Your Excellency. May I ask what brings you to this humble monk?"

The Moonlit Buddha didn't want to waste time with Chen Nan, so he asked the question directly.

Chen Nan still wanted to cover it up, after all, what happened last night was not honorable and would damage his reputation if it were told.

If He Qian hadn't already died and hadn't had other plans, he wouldn't have wanted to come here.

“I heard that some madmen caused trouble last night, and it was thanks to the Master’s presence that the disaster was averted. That’s why I’ve come to visit you today to express my gratitude.”

These words sounded grand and righteous, but Lin Yi, lurking on the rooftop, silently sentenced the prefect to death.

When the world is all darkness, the ray of light that brings light becomes sinful.

Unfortunately, Lin Yi is not a ray of light; he is a little sun with superpowers. He came here to burn away the evil here.

Those who say he is guilty, may they face death!

Lin Yi didn't rush to make a move; he decided to observe first.

He channeled his spiritual power into his eyes, and neither tiles nor wooden walls could obstruct his vision.

He could see everything clearly in the room.

Besides the Moonlight Buddha, there were two other helpers. The scholar was human, and his cultivation level was unknown, so we'll treat him as a first-rank cultivator for now. The other one was a demon king, whom Lin Yi was somewhat envious of.

[The Centipede King, a dragon-blooded centipede, has cultivated into a spirit and enjoys feeding on poisonous creatures. It possesses dragon blood, a ferocious nature, and potent venom. Killing it grants five thousand eight hundred years of cultivation.]

[Merits and Demerits: Heinous Crimes - Poisoning Thousands of Ordinary People]

[Status: Frustrated, wants to kill]

【Special Skill: 1. Iron Back and Golden Feet: The centipede possesses extremely strong defensive capabilities】

2. Extremely poisonous substance: It can spray a poisonous mist that corrodes everything, can contaminate magical artifacts, and break golden bodies.

3. Dragon Blood Body: Possesses the power of a dragon and has the ability to overturn the earth.

[Weakness: Extremely Yang Element]

Look, what's this called?

This is called a journey of 5,800 years of spiritual cultivation.

I should have brought the Demon-Slaying Sword with me. I didn't expect the Moonlight Buddha to be able to gather reinforcements so quickly. In Lin Yi's estimation, the Moonlight Buddha's reinforcements should not arrive until the next day.

By then, he had already killed everyone and that was it.

This monk is clearly very strong, yet he is also overly cautious.

One person taking on three is a bit stressful; if they were separated, they could be defeated one by one.

If we separate them...

Lin Yi thought of the Centipede King's preferences and immediately had an idea.

The centipede king has a fondness for poisonous creatures.

Coincidentally, Lin Yi had a sword made from Bai Lianxian's poisonous fangs. Although the Hundred-Legged Demon King was much stronger, he shouldn't refuse poison from a Demon King level.

Although fangs are not poisonous, if a poisonous creature were to obtain them, they might be able to emit the same aura.

Lin Yi acted on his thought immediately, returning to the mountains and retrieving the Demon-Slaying Sword.

The Demon-Slaying Sword is the nemesis of demons, and its sharpness is unparalleled. Killing a centipede should be no problem for it.

Those who were released by Shi Yu headed far towards the Northern Wei. They were originally from the Southern Dynasty, but after being captured once, they dared not return to the Southern Dynasty. They preferred to live in the Northern Wei.

However, some of these people were captured after escaping from the Northern Wei, and they suggested to others that they turn back to the Southern Dynasty.

Perhaps, it's just that the border is so dangerous.

When Lin Yi returned, he happened to run into these people who had stopped to rest.

They came from different places; they were all arrested, trafficked, and then rescued.

But their identities were different; some were uncouth country folk, some were rich young masters, and some were even imperial concubines or princesses.

In this situation, identity is useless; it's merely a burden.

Those weak scholars and pampered young masters are now less spirited than those peasants.

Everyone was tired by the time we got here.

Fortunately, Shi Yu also provided some dry rations, so the group stopped to eat something first.

After eating it, some people started crying.

Having lived in fear for days, even though I've been rescued, I still don't know what the future holds.

Sixty percent of the people in the group were women and children. I don't know who started it, but once the crying started, it quickly spread and became a gloomy scene.

Seeing this scene, Lin Yi felt a pang of pity.

Regardless of the dynasty, it is always the ordinary people who suffer.

These people have only one basic need: to survive.

Facing the loess soil with their backs to the sky, they toiled hard, only wanting to live their own lives well and cultivate their own small plot of land, never intending to hurt others.

But these ordinary people are the most vulnerable to harm.

A rope always breaks at its thinnest point, and misfortune always finds those with a hard life; perhaps fate also bullies the weak and fears the strong.

Therefore, Lin Yi wanted to help them whenever he had any ability.

Just as he was about to show himself, a man suddenly stood up from the crowd and let out a roar.

"Stop crying! Will crying make you live a good life? But listening to me will!"

Lin Yi stopped in his tracks.

If these people can save themselves, then naturally they don't need him.

He possesses immense power, but he also hopes that these people can save themselves.

This shows that they had the ability to survive.

The man who suddenly stood up and roared quickly attracted everyone's attention. The crying stopped, and the woods fell silent.

After making a strong first impression, the man didn't immediately talk about how to survive. He continued, "Fellow countrymen, fellow villagers, have you ever thought about why we have fallen to this state?"

Have we done something wrong? Have we broken the laws of the government? Have we angered the gods?

nothing!

We are trampled upon simply because we are weak; we are bullied because we lack power. But is our weakness a reason for others to bully us?

No one responded to the man; it was as if he were the only one who had caught fire.

But Lin Yi clearly saw that many people had burning resentment and anger in their eyes.

Who says the weak should be bullied?

But the fact remains that the weak are bullied.

"Fellow villagers, you may not know what the future holds for us. This is Mount Taibai. Beyond this mountain, to the east lies Xianyang, the place where I once lived."

The barbarians of Wei are cruel and tyrannical, treating us Han people like two-legged sheep. When they're in a good mood, they kill two to cook; when they're in a bad mood, they kill two to vent their anger. How are they any different from demons?

Most of these people were from the Southern Dynasties. When they heard the Northerners being so frightening, some of the women and children cried out in fear.

Even among men, many were so frightened that their legs went weak.

You should know that once they left Hanzhong Commandery, they subconsciously wanted to get away and kept heading north.

So, does that mean the north is more dangerous?

Chapter 359 Uprising

Circumstances create heroes, and heroes can also seize opportunities.

Wu Sheng was originally just an ordinary farmer. In his childhood, he learned some rudimentary martial arts and archery skills from the village hunters.

For the rest of his life, he did not show any special qualities; he was just a little bolder and stronger. He had no ambition, and that remains true to this day.

He witnessed the bizarre and wonderful world, and also saw his own weakness, like a clay chicken or a clay dog. While everyone else was in a state of panic and helplessness, he suddenly realized that this was his opportunity.

He made his choice: to remain a peasant for life or to seize this opportunity to become a hero for a time.

So he stepped forward.

In the first half of his life, he was just a farmer and hunter. He didn't know any tricks to bewitch people. But at this moment, when everyone was afraid, he suddenly seemed to have opened up his meridians and learned everything on his own.

Just like when he was a kid, he and his friends went up the mountain together. When everyone else was scared, he acted bolder, and the others obediently followed behind him.

The current situation is probably similar.

So Wu Sheng began to recount his experiences in the Northern Kingdom. These were not fabrications, and he was not afraid of being exposed.

Because that place is so brutal, otherwise, why would he have come all the way to the south?

Upon hearing this, someone immediately suggested, "Wei is in danger; let's go back south!"

This remark immediately garnered the agreement of many people, and Wu Sheng couldn't help but burst into laughter again.