The man is a monk in the inside, and he starts by giving his wife a crown.

The master is going to her school?

This means... She hardly dared to think further, and the overwhelming sense of happiness made her body begin to tremble slightly.

Xiu Yuan ignored her excitement and continued:

"At school, there's an art teacher named Takashiro Hiroko and a health teacher named Kitami Reika. Keep an eye on them. If you see anything unusual, write it down so you don't alert them."

"Yes! Master! Kaori will definitely do it!"

Saeki Kaori agreed without hesitation and memorized the two names firmly in her mind.

Although she didn't understand why the master paid attention to these two ordinary teachers, the master's orders were everything and she only had to execute them.

The golden light from Xiuyuan's fingertips gently touched her smooth back, and the mark he had left on her before became slightly hot.

"This is the Buddha's power of protection, which will keep you safe in times of danger."

A warm and powerful force instantly surged into the body, flowing through every limb and bone, as if soaking in the warmest sunshine, dispelling the last trace of fatigue in the body and bringing an unprecedented sense of security.

Kaori Saeki felt so comfortable that she almost moaned. She could feel the vastness and majesty contained in this power. It was the power of the master, which was protecting her at this moment.

"Thank...thank you for the gift, Master!"

Her voice choked with sobs as she knelt again, her forehead banging against the floor. Tears mixed with excitement and gratitude rolled down, soaking the ground. To her, this was not just a talisman, but also proof that her master recognized her worth, a supreme honor.

Xiu Yuan ignored her reaction, retracted his finger, turned and walked towards the entrance, as if he was just casually feeding his pet.

Although the brains of these cows and horses are not quite normal, they are obedient and easy to use. With a little use, they can save a lot of trouble.

He opened the door, and the sunlight from outside poured in, making his moon-white monk's robes almost transparent. He walked out without looking back.

Behind him, Saeki Kaori remained in a kneeling position, not rising for a long time, immersed in the immense happiness of being given power and missions by her master.

Chapter 100: Lotus blooms at every step, God in danger!

Just after leaving Saeki Kaori's house, Xiu Yuan's mind moved slightly and he sensed a slight abnormal fluctuation.

It's not from the demon world, but from the real world.

He concentrated his mind, following a particularly clear thread of incense, one that carried a mixture of piety and fear.

He was a believer he had developed in his early years, with pure faith, but was now in extreme panic.

The Dharma Eye looked along the line of cause and effect, and the scene became clear in an instant.

Inside a modern, high-rise office building, flames and smoke filled the air, while shrill alarms and screams mixed together.

Bullet casings and broken glass were scattered on the cold metal ground.

A group of well-equipped and agile armed men are wreaking havoc in the building. They are not ordinary humans, and many of them have signs of mechanical modification on their bodies.

Even more eye-catching are those fast-moving metal creations - multi-legged, red-glowing mechanical spiders, which are nimbly shuttling between obstacles and firing mercilessly with mounted weapons.

The leader was a woman who was a strange combination of flesh and blood and cold machinery. Her body was supported by many hideous metal limbs like spider legs. She was the infamous "Spider Princess" of the Nomad organization.

Xiu Yuan's gaze was fixed on another figure.

The tight combat suit outlines his agile figure. Holding a long sword, he shuttles through the swarm of mechanical spiders like a storm.

The knife flashed, and spiders were constantly having their limbs cut off or split in half.

It was Asha-ji, the leader of the Taimanin.

Her swordsmanship was indeed amazing, so fast that it almost left an afterimage, but there were too many enemies, and Spider-Girl was obviously coming for her. Her attacks were so fierce that she was exhausted and in danger.

The believer's breath was not far away. He was obviously trapped near the battle area and could be affected at any time.

The view penetrated the outer wall of the building, and the outside had already been blocked by layers of official forces.

Police lights flashed, and a long cordon was erected. A group of serious-looking government officials were maintaining order, keeping reporters and onlookers away as they tried to approach. "Please rest assured, this is just a routine counterterrorism drill. Please remain calm and do not interfere with the exercise!"

An official held a loudspeaker and repeated his prepared speech without changing his expression.

This has been the measure that the Xiaorizi authorities have always taken, to directly cover up terrorist attacks that affect the official image and prevent scandals from being exposed!

This chaotic situation and this crowd that was forcibly suppressed by the authorities was actually a perfect stage.

He just needs an opportunity to show his presence to the world in a more direct and impactful way.

Accumulate faith, deter villains, and show your power in front of others, achieving multiple goals at one stroke.

With a thought, the system mall interface unfolded in the mind.

Glancing over the dazzling array of magical powers and treasures, he pondered for a moment. He needed to arrive quickly, and also needed a sufficiently shocking entrance.

Soon, his eyes locked on a magical power!

Lotus grows every step of the way!

"exchange."

A small portion of the remaining merit points was consumed, and the insights and methods about [Lotus Blooms at Every Step] instantly flooded into the sea of ​​consciousness and were quickly analyzed and absorbed by the Wisdom Mani Pearl.

Almost instinctively, Xiu Yuan had grasped the essence of this magical power.

He took a step and walked out of the door of Saeki Kaori's house.

As he took the first step, a golden lotus quietly blossomed in the void beneath his feet, supporting his feet before disappearing.

The surrounding space seemed to ripple like water waves, and the scene in front of me changed instantly.

He took another step, and another golden lotus appeared. He was already several streets away. His moon-white robes rustled in the wind. He looked calm, and with each step, a lotus flower appeared, he walked towards the building engulfed in flames.

Ashaji's breathing was like an old bellows, heavy and disordered.

The wound on his shoulder was burning with pain, and a feeling of numbness spread along the nerve endings, and the hand holding the knife began to tremble slightly.

Looking around, the dilapidated office looked like it had been ravaged by a hurricane, with bullet holes, scorch marks, broken metal parts, and a mess.

Nomad's ninjas were like maggots on the tarsal bone, approaching from all directions, their short swords flashing with the breath of death in the dim light.

The mechanical spider let out a creepy hiss, and the sound of the energy weapon charging was like the countdown to death.

The scorching laser struck again, and Ashaji narrowly avoided it, the high temperature almost burning her eyelashes.

She swung her sword with all her might, cutting off a ninja. The fishy smell of engine oil and blood mixed together, making her feel sick.

However, more enemies surged forward, and the spider's energy beams intertwined into a web of death, blocking all her escape routes. Another sharp pain pierced her shoulder blade as another energy beam struck her, and blood bloomed like a blooming red lotus on her black combat uniform.

"Haha, Asha-ji, the strongest Taimanin in the past is now in such a mess."

Long's voice floated out from the shadows, with a cruel smile like a cat playing with a mouse.

She appeared like a ghost, with the sharp claws on her fingertips flashing with a cold blue light, and Ashaji's blood dripping on them.

Ashaji clenched her teeth, suppressed the fishy sweetness in her throat, and locked her eyes on Long.

The companions who once fought side by side with him had now become venomous snakes that devoured people. "Long, are you really going to stoop to this level?" Her voice trembled slightly, filled with more pain and disappointment.

Long let out a sharp and piercing laugh, like the cry of a night owl in the dark, which was creepy.

"Fallen? My dear sister, you are still so naive and ridiculous. The strong are respected and the weak are eliminated. This is the truth of the world! Nomad gave me the power I longed for and allowed me to escape my fate of weakness. Why should I refuse?"

Before he finished speaking, Long disappeared into the shadows again, as if blending into the darkness.

Alarm bells rang in Ashaji's heart, and the instincts of years of life-and-death struggles made her hair stand on end. Danger! Extremely dangerous! Without thinking, she rolled forward.

Almost at the moment she left her spot, a black shadow flashed across the place where she had just stood like lightning, and the sharp wind from its claws tore through the air, making a sharp scream. If she had been even half a second slower, she would have been ripped open!

Long's sneak attack came like a storm, each move was deadly, cruel and ruthless.

Ashaji, severely wounded and drained of strength, gradually felt stretched to the limit, struggling to hold out. Fresh wounds continued to accumulate, and blood stained her vision. The Taimanin were also pinned down by the enemy, suffering heavy casualties. Despair washed over Ashaji like an icy tide, drowning her heart.

Am I really going to die here today?

She closed her eyes in agony. Amidst powerlessness and despair, a trace of prayer instinctively welled up in her heart, like a drowning person grasping at a last straw. She called out vaguely, "Gods and Buddhas... who can... save us..."

At this moment, Long licked the blood on the claw blade, with a smug smile on his face like a cat playing with a mouse, as if he had already seen Ashaji's death.

Suddenly, a strange Buddhist chant rang out like the sound of nature, echoing throughout the building, even drowning out the piercing sirens and gunfire. Long's smile froze on his face, and he suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with horror.

Ashaji also opened her eyes in shock, ignoring the pain, and looked in the direction of the sound.

Above the building, a figure slowly appeared like a god descending.

He was a young monk, wearing a moon-white robe, with a handsome and solemn face, and his whole body was bathed in a soft golden halo.

Beneath his feet, golden lotuses blossomed from thin air, supporting his steps. They stretched out from the void like a golden staircase, sacred and solemn. Each lotus emanated a reassuring warmth, dispelling the blood and gloom of the battlefield.

The reporters had already been attracted by the fighting here, and their cameras were pointed at the building.

When they saw this miraculous scene, they were instantly struck by lightning, stunned where they were, and then broke into an earth-shaking uproar.

The sound of shutter clicks was like a rainstorm, and the lights of flashes were almost connected, frantically recording this extraordinary scene.

"A miracle! It's a miracle!"

Someone exclaimed incoherently, his voice trembling with uncontrollable excitement.

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"Stepping on a lotus... Is that a manifestation of the Buddha?"

Some devout believers knelt down on the ground, put their hands together, worshiped the sacred figure, and murmured prayers.

The officials who were maintaining order were also completely dumbfounded. The excuse of "anti-terrorism exercise" that they had used to fool the public now seemed extremely pale and ridiculous.

The official holding the loudspeaker opened his mouth into an O shape, and the smile on his face was so stiff that it was uglier than crying. The lies he had just mechanically repeated were still echoing in the loudspeaker, which seemed particularly ironic.

And the figure stepping on the lotus slowly descended like a real god or Buddha.

Xiu Yuan turned a deaf ear to the commotion in the outside world. The exclamations and speculations of those mortals had nothing to do with him.

His divine eyes had already penetrated through layers of obstacles and locked onto the office inside the building that was filled with smoke and blood, as well as the familiar and weak breath within it.

The magical power of lotus blooming at every step worked smoothly. When he took the last step, the golden lotus dissipated and his figure appeared silently in the center of the office.

The scene around was horrific.

Twisted metal partitions, sparking wires, dense bullet holes and knife marks on the walls, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of motor oil, burnt and blood.

Several broken mechanical spider corpses were emitting green smoke, and there were several Nomad ninjas lying on the ground, with different causes of death.

...... ... ...

Ashaji was leaning against a relatively intact wall, panting. The wounds on her shoulders and arms were bleeding, staining her black combat uniform red. Her face was as pale as paper. When she saw Xiuyuan appear out of thin air like a phantom, her pupils shrank suddenly, her eyes filled with disbelief, and then a huge panic seized her.

"You...why are you here?!"

Asha ji's voice was hoarse from blood loss and anxiety.

"Let's go! It's too dangerous here! They are Nomad's modified ninjas, and that woman... Oboro... Let's go find the people outside and ask for official support!"

She struggled to stand up straight, and the severe pain made her groan, and cold sweat seeped out of her forehead.

But she still gritted her teeth, gripped the long sword tightly in her hand, staggered and tried to stand in front of Xiu Yuan, taking a defensive posture.

Even though she was seriously injured and on the verge of death, her sense of responsibility as the leader of the Taimanin and her instinct to protect the innocent still drove her.

"Go! I'll hold them back!"

Her voice was weak, but it was filled with unquestionable determination.

In the shadows not far away, Long's figure appeared again. She licked the blood remaining on her claw blade. When she saw Xiu Yuan suddenly appear, the cruel smile on her face froze, replaced by deep surprise and vigilance.

What's going on with this monk?

Xiu Yuan's gaze swept calmly over Ashaji, taking in her pale face, blood-stained clothes, and her stubborn determination to protect others even when seriously injured.

He did not respond to her urging, but just put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist name in a low voice.

"Amitabha."

The voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone present, carrying a strange soothing power. Even the murderous aura in the air seemed to stagnate.

Then, Xiu Yuan stepped forward, his movements natural and smooth, walked in front of Ashaji, and gently stopped her behind him.

His movements were gentle, but carried a sense of irresistibility.

Ashaji froze in her tracks.

She leaned against the cold wall, barely able to hold the knife in her hand.

She could clearly feel the indescribable calmness and stability emanating from the young monk in front of her, as if he was not in a Shura field, but walking in his own courtyard.

She stared blankly at the moon-white figure in front of her, which was not particularly tall but seemed to be able to hold up the sky.