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It looks like a Buddha statue?!

Brother Xie quickly withdrew his hand and stepped back, and the wind and snow seemed to have stopped completely at that moment.

QQ QQ QQ QQ…

The next moment, knocking sounds came from both the door and the window at the same time, and shadows were pressed against them, as if they were peeking inside.

Chapter 392 Your Buddha is Dead!

The sudden knocking startled everyone in the caravan.

Having traveled far and wide, they had seen a lot, including fox demons and walking corpses, but this was the first time they had ever witnessed such a large-scale event.

"Don't panic! It's just some weird stuff. Just cut it down with one slash!"

Brother Xie shouted loudly. Under the influence of the battle spirit, the fear melted away like ice meeting fire, and what followed was an endless fighting spirit.

"Big brother is right! As long as we can chop it up, there's nothing to be afraid of!"

The impetuous man echoed, taking the lead in resonating with the battle spirit and sharing some of its bonuses as a lowly soldier.

Inside, they were pumping air, while outside, they grew increasingly impatient, the knocking gradually turning into banging on the door, a loud, unbearable noise.

With the continuous pounding, several windows in the temple began to open.

Brother Xie stared in those directions, ready to strike the monster on the head as soon as it appeared.

Amitabha Buddha~

A Buddhist chant rang out from inside the room, and to everyone's astonishment, the corpses of Shifang and Baiyun rapidly transformed into the appearance of living people.

The half of the wooden fish stick that had struck Xie Ge's head vanished with a whoosh, then ended up in Bai Yun's hand, where it joined the other half that Bai Yun was holding.

Da da da…

The sound of the wooden fish being struck rang out, crisp but not loud, yet the mysterious power contained within it caused the sounds of striking the wooden fish around the temple to disappear completely.

Just when Brother Xie thought everything was about to end peacefully, suddenly all the windows and doors flew open, revealing a figure with his head down, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.

Baiyun paused for a second with his wooden fish stick, then continued striking it. Behind him, Shifang had his eyes closed and his hands clasped together, like a devout believer praying.

Swish swish swish...

In unison, all the figures raised their heads to look at the white clouds.

They're all monks?!

Looking at the bald head and the ordination scars, Brother Xie recalled the legend in his mind—the legend that all the monks of this temple disappeared overnight.

Your Buddha is dead!

Dead...dead...

The monks opened their mouths, and a unified sound emanated from them.

The sound waves echoed throughout the main hall, the demonic sound penetrating the ears and drilling straight into people's hearts.

Baiyun's wooden fish sticks struck faster and faster, and this time, the golden Buddha hidden on the altar began to swell and radiate golden light in rhythm with the beat.

Under the golden light, the monks were forced to retreat a few meters.

Before Xie could even catch his breath, he noticed those guys had moved closer again. Judging from their movements, it seemed as if some force was pushing them from behind.

Looking slightly to the back of the man, Brother Xie seemed to see something like a giant vine pressing against the man's back.

Before they could observe any further, the people behind them seemed to be getting impatient, and the monks started to stray from the proper path, climbing out of the windows.

Brother Xie hesitated for a second. Although these strange targets did not seem to be them, he still understood the principle of "if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold".

He raised his broadsword and brought it down on the head!

When~

The blade bounced back, and Brother Xie took two steps back. The young tiger beside him pounced, its claws crossing over the monk's head, leaving two wounds.

Some rapeseed fell from the wound, along with some withered grass.

This horrific scene was nothing to Xie Ge. He only knew one thing: he could cut this thing!

Upon seeing the wound, the caravan members behind them cheered. They weren't afraid of a strong enemy, but rather of fighting without any response, which would be too demoralizing.

After a series of clanging and clattering sounds, the monks still managed to climb in, ignoring the attackers who were jumping around, and slowly moved closer to Baiyun.

With a roar, Brother Xie chopped off Monk Rugang's head with a single stroke. The withered grass protruding from his neck swung twice in the air, but after failing to find the head, he fell silent.

Looking back at the battlefield, Brother Xie knew things were going badly. He was the only one in the team with the direct buff from the Battle Spirit. The buffs from the others were not effective and could not cause any real damage. At the beginning, he was full of energy and could hold off the enemy for a while, but once he was exhausted, the rest of the team would go from being warriors to being burdens.

Thinking of this, Brother Xie disregarded the possible danger and leaped to the side of Zen Master Baiyun.

"Master! Is there any other way? We can't keep going like this!" Brother Xie shouted.

Baiyun didn't respond at all, but just kept her head down and tapped the wooden fish.

Are there really only two dead people?!

Xie Ge continued to fight, doing his best to stop the intruders from getting close to the altar and Baiyun, but two fists can't fight four hands, and the difference in numbers is something they can't overcome at the moment.

Am I really going to die like this?

Even if I die, I'll at least drag someone down with me!

The tiger cub beside Brother Xie grew up without him even noticing. Then, he abandoned his defense and slashed at the enemy next to the altar.

A flash of light, and a head fell to the ground.

Xie Ge was completely exhausted, and Zhan Hun also appeared somewhat listless due to excessive fatigue.

“Monk, believe in Buddha, and Buddha will send you to the Western Paradise. Why go to the underworld to suffer in vain?”

After completely enveloping the white clouds, the monk stiffly opened his mouth, and seductive words poured out.

"Banana you bastard! Paradise you watermelon!"

Brother Xie was enraged. His right hand, wielding a long sword, transformed into a streak of light, accompanied by a tiger's roar, piercing straight through the enemy's gaze.

Snapped!

The monk next to him slapped Xie Ge, sending him flying. Xie Ge crashed heavily onto the altar, which had been decaying for years. The golden Buddha also rolled to the ground.

Seeing that everything was completely ruined, Brother Xie swallowed the blood in his mouth, unwillingly picked up the golden Buddha that had rolled to his side, and threw it forcefully toward the center.

The battle spirit returned to Xie Ge's side when he launched his attack.

As the golden Buddha flew out, the battle spirit followed suit.

In an instant, golden light shone brightly, and the battle spirit was directly absorbed into the golden Buddha.

Amidst the light, the golden Buddha began to change its original cross-legged posture.

Baiyun, who hadn't reacted at all, raised her head and looked at the golden Buddha that had flown away.

A stick? What kind of Buddha is that?

The golden Buddha eventually transformed into a Buddha figure that the white clouds had never seen before, holding a long staff and wearing a winged crown.

The next instant, a golden light swept across the entire main hall.

With a clang, the golden Buddha fell to the ground.

With that clear sound, the demons and monsters in the main hall vanished without a trace.

If it weren't for the fact that Xie Ge's injuries were still present, he would have really thought that everything was just a pipe dream.

"Brother! Are you alright!" The reckless man ran over and helped Brother Xie up from the ground, asking with concern.

Brother Xie didn't say much, but looked in the direction of Baiyun. Baiyun had already stood up and was looking at the golden Buddha that had landed on the ground.

Chapter 393 The Victorious Fighting Buddha

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Baiyun walked up to the golden Buddha, bent down, picked up the transformed golden Buddha, and gazed at it with eyes full of countless emotions.

After being picked up, a message entered Baiyun's soul from the golden Buddha.

"Whether Buddha is dead or not, I don't know, but you're all definitely dead! The guy behind this, remember this: when I wake up, I'll take you all down!"

"Master, Master?" Brother Xie walked to Bai Yun's side with the help of the reckless man.

Baiyun raised her head, and in that movement, Brother Xie seemed to see positive emotions such as vitality and hope blooming on Baiyun's face.

Brother Xie blinked, momentarily dazed, and when he came to his senses, he found that Baiyun still looked the same; it seemed like it had all been an illusion.

“The Victorious Fighting Buddha, that’s his title,” Baiyun said softly.

"Victorious in battle?!" What an imposing title!

Brother Xie lowered his gaze, and the faint golden light on the golden Buddha was interwoven like a veil, giving the entire golden Buddha a sense of mystery.

Bai Yun raised her hand and placed the golden Buddha in front of Brother Xie, gesturing for him to take it.

"Shifang, come here," Baiyun called out.

Shi Fang lowered his head and walked to Bai Yun's side, in front of Brother Xie, like a puppet.

“Benefactor, please take care of this child for me. He is quick and diligent, has practiced martial arts since childhood, and while his knowledge of Buddhism is not profound, it is at least rudimentary…”

"Master, you don't need to say anything more, it's a small matter. However, do you intend to stay here?"

Baiyun smiled but didn't answer directly. Instead, she patted Shifang's head three times.

Having lost his Zen mind, he no longer intends to, nor can he, continue to walk in the world.

I am no longer a Buddhist, but I am still a human being and cannot add any more burden to this crumbling world.

“Benefactor, come with me, I will see you out.”

Baiyun walked to the door, grabbed it with both hands, and pushed it outwards with a sudden force.

Sunlight beams pierced through the white clouds and shone onto the floor behind them.

The snow outside had stopped, and a huge banyan tree, like a bubble, slowly disappeared from Xie Ge and the others' sight under the sunlight.

As the group gradually left the temple, the structure behind them, which could be interpreted as either a sanctuary or a trap, became an illusion.

Meanwhile, Zen Master Baiyun gently tapped the wooden fish with a smile.