People in Type-Moon have a hero simulator.

Countless people were killed on the battlefield, and it was this war that made countless people see the insignificance of humanity. On the battlefield, a human life is probably not much more important than a speck of dust.

In this era, everyone began to pursue power madly. Most people strengthened themselves through training, but some set their sights on the so-called demon sword.

“Benefactor, this is a pure Buddhist sanctuary. Why add to our sins by killing?”

Looking at the ronin before him, the monk Kongxuan clearly understood that the man would not give up until he got what he wanted.

"Since Buddhism is a place of purity, why keep a demonic sword? Master, you wouldn't want your temple to be burned down, would you?"

"I understand. Please wait a moment, everyone."

Master Kongxuan looked distressed. Indeed, the demon sword Murasame was hidden in this small temple, and it was inside the clay Buddha statue in the main hall.

Over the years, Kongxuan led the monks in the temple to chant sutras before the Buddha in an effort to eliminate the demonic nature of the knife, but now it seems that all their efforts have been in vain.

Kongxuan and his men destroyed the Buddha statue, and a long sword was gradually revealed. The greed in the eyes of the ronin leader grew stronger. He pushed aside the people around him and pulled out the demon sword hidden in the Buddha statue.

Even after being sealed away for so many years, time has not left any marks on the blade; it looks as if it had just been forged.

Seeing the bewildered look on the person before him, Kong Xuan realized that the demonic nature on the demonic blade had not been completely purified.

The reappearance of the demon sword Murasame this time will obviously bring another wave of bloodshed.

"Old monk, I've heard that after this knife kills someone, rainwater will gush out from the blade to cleanse the blood. I need to verify this."

The ronin leader looked at the monks in front of him with a malicious smile.

His concern that the demon sword was fake was only one aspect; another was that he wanted to silence him.

More and more people are learning about this temple. They are just the ones who arrived faster. If others find out that Murasame is in their hands, they won't be able to protect the sword.

It was impossible to leave these monks alive; this was decided from the very beginning.

The ronin leader grinned menacingly, but his smile quickly vanished because... the back of his head exploded.

"I'm going to launch a sneak attack."

With these words, the ronin leader fell to the ground, the demon sword slipping from his hand and being grasped by a young monk.

Bounty Notice

I didn't expect everyone to want me to open a bounty, and if I keep updating at my current pace, I can probably pay it off in about a week, so I'll give it a try.

Let's follow the rules of the martial arts world this time.

One extra chapter for every 100 monthly votes.

1000 recommendation votes will result in an extra chapter.

One extra chapter for every 10000 cat biscuits sold.

An extra chapter will be added for every 100 blades (a symbol of the author's efforts).

There is no upper limit.

Let me write down the current data.

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Let's set the end time at 23 PM on the 7th of this month.

At my current pace of writing 28 chapters, I feel that the pressure of an unlimited bounty shouldn't be too great... probably.

Although I don't think anyone will actually open treasure chests, if a big spender rewards a gold treasure chest, then let's say 20 chapters, and a silver treasure chest, let's say 6 chapters.

There probably aren't any treasure chests.

Chapter 86 As I see it, I will slay.

Anxious and uneasy.

Fujimaru Kyoya, who was training in the back mountain, inexplicably sensed this emotion, which caused a flaw in his originally perfect state of meditation, forcing him to wake up.

You feel a nameless unease, and you know where this unease stems from: you don't have many ties to this world.

Something happened at the temple.

Fujimaru Kyoya understood the source of his unease almost immediately. He activated his "Heavenly Eye" and quickly saw what was happening inside the temple.

A group of ronin arrived at the temple and forced the monk Kongxuan to smash open the Buddha statue, revealing the knife inside.

That's too late.

While Fujimaru Kyoya wouldn't presume to know people's true intentions, he also wouldn't have unwarranted expectations of them.

This is a time of war and chaos. How can we expect these ronin to have high moral standards?

The problem now is that the distance from the back mountain to the temple is too far, and it is impossible for him to reach the temple in a short time, but he still started running.

But it was too late. Through his "clairvoyance," he could see that the ronin leader had already raised his sword and was walking towards his master, Kongxuan.

You recall a story from Buddhist scriptures that says all things possess Buddha-nature, yet you see not a single trace of what could be called Buddha-nature in the person before you.

Even though all things possess Buddha-nature, only a handful of people throughout history have attained Buddhahood. Fujimaru Kyouya understands that when someone decides to kill, they must be prepared to be killed themselves.

You must save your master; you've made up your mind, and you're prepared to break the precepts.

Precepts? We don't need those anymore.

Fujimaru Kyoya had come to terms with it. Even if killing someone would disappoint his master, compared to letting his master die, he was willing to let him be disappointed.

Once you see through the essence of the precepts and understand their function as a tool, nothing can stop you.

[Awakening of the innate talent "Divine Speed": Freedom and unhindered action, doing as one pleases.]

At this moment, space had no meaning for Fujimaru Kyoya. As long as he could see and his heart desired the Three Realms and Six Paths, he could reach them in just one step.

He picked up a wooden stick from the ground, took a step forward, and instantly traversed countless distances to arrive directly behind the ronin leader.

"Bang~"

Blood splattered everywhere.

No one expected Fujimaru Kyoya's appearance. The ronin leader, severely injured, immediately lost his grip on the demon sword, causing it to fall to the ground.

Fujimaru Kyouya slowly walked forward and picked it up. The moment he grasped the sword, he could feel the killing intent within it.

kill.

It was less a beast and more a collection of evil thoughts, without reason or meaning, born and existing solely to kill.

You grasped the knife; it felt as if it were part of your flesh and blood. You could sense the knife's will, and you knew this was the demonic blade you had been waiting for.

[You have obtained the "Demon Sword Murasame," experienced the true meaning of slaughter, and unlocked its Noble Phantasm.]

[Noble Phantasm "Thus I Slash" unlocked: Slash away the troubles before my eyes, slash away the confusion in my heart, uphold the teachings of the World-Honored One, and carry out the tyranny of the Wrathful King.]

"Liao Chen, you..."

Kongxuan stared at the person in front of him in disbelief. He had thought that even without Fujimaru Kyou, the temple's legacy would still exist. But now, Barbie Q had been wiped out in one fell swoop.

"Master, please wait a moment, I will resolve this matter shortly."

"Liaochen, are you about to break your vow?"

Kongxuan stared at Fujimaru Kyoya in disbelief. His hand was already gripping the hilt of his sword tightly. Even though he had no intention of killing, his determination to kill had become firm.

"Liaochen, you should leave quickly. You have the potential to become a Buddha. Don't let a few petty thieves ruin your cultivation."

Although Kongxuan was just a monk from a small temple in the mountains, he had traveled to various places and witnessed many grand scenes when he was young. The demon sword Murasame was something he found during that time.

He had never seen anyone enter a meditative state so easily at such a young age as Fujimaru Kyoya.

Such a person undoubtedly has the opportunity to attain Buddhahood.

"Damn it, kill him and get Murasame back for me."

At this moment, the ronin leader also recovered. He looked at the sword in Fujimaru Kyoya's hand, and the endless rage seemed to want to devour it. He didn't care about anything else and only wanted to kill the person in front of him.

"kill."

The deafening shouts of battle were nearby, but Fujimaru Kyoya seemed not to hear them. In the midst of this chaos, he once again entered a state of meditation.

Buddhist scriptures say that there are ninety kshanas in a single thought, and nine hundred births and deaths in a single kshana.

Time was more than enough for Fujimaru Kyoya.

In his meditation, Fujimaru Kyoya seemed to see gods and Buddhas high above, pointing fingers at his murderous act.

What they didn't know was that Fujimaru Kyou didn't mind others pointing fingers at him, but he was very bothered by others pointing fingers at him.

Killing, precepts, good and evil...

For the first time, Fujimaru Kyoya found these so-called "Buddha" words to be incredibly vulgar, and he had only one response to these lofty concepts.

"Evil forces and heretics, blocking my path, shall I slay them."

Without any hesitation, Fujimaru Kyoya swung his sword directly at the "Buddhas" in front of him. The huge light that struck them terrified them and revealed their ugly faces beneath their disguises.

Those were not Buddhas at all, but rather demons who were trying to confuse Fujimaru Kyoya's mind.

After everything dissipated, only one Bodhisattva remained in Fujimaru Kyoya's sight. Since the target of "Slay the Heavenly Demons" was the Heavenly Demons, it naturally had no effect whatsoever on this true Bodhisattva.

The Bodhisattva was still sitting with his back to him, seemingly doing nothing.

"Why is the Bodhisattva sitting backwards?"

Fujimaru Kyoya asked the question that had been on his mind: the bodhisattva had been keeping her back to him and had never turned around to look at him. He wanted to know why.

"I see."

The Bodhisattva still did not answer, but Fujimaru Kyoya got the answer. He turned and left, disappearing into this space.

Through heart-to-heart communication, Fujimaru Kyoya just received the answer.

Why is the Bodhisattva sitting backwards?

"Alas, the masses refuse to turn back."