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

My mind went blank. Pain, fear, despair...all the negative emotions seemed to be temporarily isolated by the sudden appearance of the figure.

This monk... what is he going to do? Does he know what he is facing?

Long narrowed his eyes and looked at Xiu Yuan.

Chapter 101: The Great and Mighty Heavenly Dragon, the Buddha Ksitigarbha!

Long looked at Xiuyuan who suddenly appeared, then glanced at the seriously injured Ashaji, and quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

Today's goal of severely damaging Ashaji and disrupting official attention has been basically achieved. There is no need to create complications for an unplanned cultivation.

On the surface, she looked murderous, as if she wanted to fight Xiu Yuan to the death.

"Kill him!"

Long gave the order in a sharp voice, his voice carrying deliberate cruelty.

She herself retreated quietly, her figure gradually blending into the deeper shadows, ready to leave the battlefield at any time.

At the command, the dozens of remaining mechanical spiders immediately directed their firepower at Xiu Yuan.

The red laser beams intertwined into a dense grid, emitting a shrill hissing sound, and instantly blocked all the space around him.

Several Nomad ninjas also rushed forward without hesitation.

The most conspicuous among them was a transformed ninja who had almost completely abandoned his flesh and blood body and was covered with cold metal armor. His heavy footsteps crushed the floor, and his huge alloy fist, with a sound of breaking wind, slammed straight into Xiuyuan's face.

"Be careful! Get out of the way!"

Ashaji's eyes were bloodshot, and the blood loss made her vision black, but she still used her last bit of strength to warn him hoarsely.

This wave of attacks would require her to use all her strength to deal with even if she was in her prime, let alone now that she was an unarmed monk!

However, facing this siege that was powerful enough to tear steel apart, Xiu Yuan didn't even raise his eyelids.

He stood there, not even adopting any defensive posture.

Just as the laser net was about to touch the monk's robe and the blade fist wind was about to hit him -

"Om..."

A low roar, as if coming from eternity, rang out.

Without warning, a layer of pure, dazzling golden light emanated from Xiuyuan's body. The light quickly spread, and his skin, hair, and even his monk's robes instantly transformed into a texture like cast gold, flowing with a sacred and solemn light.

The whole person seemed to have become a golden arhat walking in the world, as still as a mountain.

September 6, 1993

Supernatural power: indestructible body of Vajra!

Chi Chi Chi -!

The laser beam, powerful enough to melt alloy, hit the golden skin, causing only a few insignificant ripples and disappearing without a trace without even a scorch mark.

Clang! Clang! Clang! The ninja's blades and claws slashed against the golden body, making a crisp sound of metal clashing and sparks flying everywhere, but not even a white mark could be left.

The alloy iron fist of the heavily-armored modified ninja was like hitting ten thousand years of black ice. The huge recoil force made his entire metal arm make a "crunching" sound under the heavy burden, and even tiny cracks appeared on the surface of his fist.

All attacks were like a drop in the ocean or a stone sinking into a pond.

The attackers were all stunned.

The mechanical spider's compound eyes flashed red rapidly, as if its internal program was unable to understand the current situation.

The ninjas were frozen in their tracks, their faces filled with disbelief. Their speed, strength, and weapons, which they were so proud of, were like child's play in front of this golden monk.

Ashaji was also stunned, her mouth slightly open and her mind blank.

The worry and despair just now were completely washed away by the surreal scene before my eyes, leaving only boundless shock.

Xiu Yuan then slowly raised his eyes, and his gaze calmly swept over the enemies around him who looked as if they had seen a ghost. There was no ripple in his eyes, as if he was looking at a group of noisy insects.

After a brief period of silence, there was an even more violent counterattack.

Heavy footsteps and the sound of metal rubbing could be heard outside the broken wall, and more enemies poured into the devastated battlefield.

At the end of the corridor, shadows squirmed, and several larger and more ferocious figures appeared. They were several other Spider Princesses. Their mechanical limbs flashed a dangerous red light, and their compound eyes scanned the field indifferently.

One of the Spider-Girls was a slightly larger one, with half of her face made of metal, and her only remaining eye flashed with a cold light like a data stream.

"Analyzing the target's energy shield... Unknown energy type, high-frequency oscillation, structurally stable... Recommended employing saturation fire coverage and simultaneous high-frequency penetrating strikes."

Her voice was synthesized and emotionless.

The order needed no further explanation; the action had already begun. The newly added mechanical spiders opened fire, their energy beams several times denser than before, even punctuated by some whirling, shrieking armor-piercing rounds.

Several Spider Princesses moved at the same time. The arthropod-like metal arms behind them suddenly stretched out, and sharp alloy drills popped out from the front. With a harsh friction sound, they rotated at high speed and stabbed towards Xiu Yuan's golden body!

"No——!" Ashaji's heart sank to the bottom, and the scene before her almost suffocated her.

Faced with this devastating attack, Xiu Yuan didn't even frown, but just made a soft "tsk" sound as if he was a little impatient.

This little noise is not much louder than the noisy guys from the Demon Realm just now.

He placed one hand on his chest and chanted a deep and majestic mantra. Every syllable seemed to carry the might of a dragon's roar or a tiger's roar: "Great and Mighty Heavenly Dragon, World Honored One, Ksitigarbha, Prajnaparamita Buddhas, Prajnaparamita Bamahong!"

In an instant, the solid golden light on his body suddenly retracted, and instead, complex and mysterious golden dragon patterns began to emerge on the skin under his moon-white monk robe!

The dragon pattern seemed to come alive, winding along his back and arms, emitting a blazing light, illuminating the entire office like a golden palace.

The next moment, those lifelike golden dragon patterns suddenly peeled off from Xiu Yuan's body!

They were no longer flat tattoos, but had transformed into majestic golden dragons with distinct scales! Their bodies were agile, their eyes majestic, as they circled and danced in mid-air, emitting soul-shaking roars!

There are not many golden dragons, only a few, but each one exudes vast Buddhist power that is enough to purify all evil.

They rushed into the enemy camp like lightning.

"Puff!" A golden dragon directly ignored the alloy armor of the heavily modified ninja and pierced through his chest as easily as passing through a curtain of water. The scorching Buddha light instantly burned away the complex mechanical structure and remaining flesh and blood tissue inside, leaving only an empty shell emitting green smoke that collapsed to the ground.

Another golden dragon faced the dense laser net and armor-piercing bullets, and swung its tail. It seemed understated, but it created a golden ripple.

All attacks fired at it, whether energy beams or physical ammunition, were annihilated and decomposed the moment they came into contact with the golden ripples, leaving not even a trace of smoke or dust.

The high-speed rotating drills that the Spider Princesses were so proud of just broke into pieces like rotten wood as soon as they touched the flying golden dragon scales. The powerful reaction force made their mechanical arms make a harsh noise and retreat repeatedly.

One of the golden dragons opened its mouth and spewed out a stream of pure golden dragon breath, which completely swallowed up a Spider Princess who was unable to dodge in time, along with several mechanical spiders behind her, leaving only a pool of molten metal and charred marks in their place.

Wherever the golden dragon passes, it destroys everything in its path.

Nomad's transformed ninjas and cold mechanical spiders were as fragile as paper in front of these golden dragons that contained supreme Buddhist power.

There were no screams, no struggles, only swift and thorough purification and destruction.

Ashaji was completely stunned. She leaned against the wall with her mouth open, forgetting even to breathe.

The mythical scene before her completely overturned her cognition.

The entire process was incredibly fast. In just a few breaths, the Nomad troops, who had just been so arrogant and forced them into a desperate situation, were completely wiped out by the flying golden dragons.

The golden dragon circled in the air, let out a low dragon roar, then turned into golden light and re-entered Xiuyuan's body, and the dragon pattern on his skin also disappeared.

Silence returned to the office, leaving only the crackling of electricity and the faint sound of sirens in the distance. The air was no longer filled with smoke and blood, but with a light, soothing scent of sandalwood.

Xiuyuan brushed off the non-existent dust on his monk's robe, as if he had just done something insignificant, his expression remained calm and indifferent.

Long had already taken advantage of the chaos to escape, and his figure completely disappeared in the deep shadow of the building.

Xiu Yuan didn't care about this. When the golden dragon was wreaking havoc just now, he had already separated out a very subtle strand of divine consciousness, like an invisible spider silk, quietly attached to the escaping energy fluctuations.

This divine consciousness is extremely hidden, and unless Long's spiritual cultivation is far superior to Xiu Yuan, it is impossible to detect it.

Only by casting a long line can you catch big fish.

Xiuyuan turned around and slowly walked towards Ashaji who was slumped against the wall.

She was still in great shock, her eyes wide open, looking at the smoking, completely scrapped metal wreckage on the ground, and then looking at the calm and composed young monk in front of her, as if she were in a dream.

He came to her and squatted down.

Ashaji subconsciously tensed her body. The severe pain from the wound and the dizziness caused by blood loss made it difficult for her to move. She could only watch him reach out his hand.

Xiuyuan's palms were white and slender, with distinct knuckles, but at this moment they carried an unquestionable sense of power.

His palm did not touch the skin directly, but hovered just an inch above the most serious penetrating wound on Ashaji's shoulder.

A faint golden light overflowed from his palm, like warm running water, gently covering the wound.

Asha ji's body trembled violently.

The expected pain from the touch didn't come, replaced by an indescribable warmth, like soaking in a hot spring, which instantly dispelled the numbness and burning pain in the wound. She could clearly feel the warm energy seeping into her flesh, penetrating deep into her bones, bringing a strange tingling and slight itching.

She looked down, the horror in her eyes even greater.

Under the golden light, the edges of the once hideous, twisted wounds began to wriggle, grow, and heal at a speed visible to the naked eye! Broken muscle fibers reconnected, broken blood vessels healed themselves, and even the holes in the combat uniform seemed to smooth out under the light.

She knew that Xiu Yuan had some healing abilities, but she didn't expect his abilities to be so strong!

The tingling sensation grew stronger, mixed with the itchiness of new flesh growing, causing her to let out a suppressed groan from deep in her throat. Her body twisted slightly, and her cheeks flushed unnaturally from the strange feeling and close contact.

She wanted to say something, but found her throat dry and couldn't utter a word.

Xiuyuan's expression did not change at all. He calmly observed the process of the wound healing, as if he was admiring a piece of art that was repairing itself, or evaluating the effect of his own magical powers.

His fingers moved slowly, sliding from his shoulder to another shallow scratch on his arm...

Wherever the golden light passed, all the wounds disappeared, leaving only the skin that was intact and even more delicate and smooth than before.

Even the bloodstains on the combat uniform seemed to fade and decompose quietly in the warm light.

Ashaji felt her body quickly regain strength, the pain receded like a tide, and was replaced by an unprecedented sense of ease and vitality.

She could even feel that the anti-magic particles in her body seemed to become more active and full under the nourishment of this golden energy.

She looked at Xiuyuan's focused and calm profile, feeling a mixture of emotions: gratitude, shock, confusion, and a hint of... inexplicable awe.

When Xiu Yuan's palm was about to move towards the part of her thigh that was scratched by the energy beam, Ashaji finally found her voice, with a barely perceptible tremor and embarrassment: "Master... Master, I can do it myself..."

Xiu Yuan paused, looked up at her, and his gaze lingered on her flushed cheeks and slightly flustered eyes for a moment.

He withdrew his hand, stood up, and spoke calmly, as if nothing had happened.

"Easy to do."

He dusted off his monk's robe and turned to look at the messy corridor outside the office.

Under his divine gaze, the entire structure and interior of the building were clearly visible. The location and condition of the survivors, as well as the remaining danger, were all reflected in his mind.

Ashaji sat against the wall. Although the pain in her body had disappeared and her strength had mostly recovered, the mental shock was far from over.

She looked at Xiu Yuan's back, watching him walk towards the messy corridor, with indescribable emotions surging in her heart.

Xiuyuan did not do anything earth-shattering.

He just walked forward slowly, and wherever he passed, the smoke and dust seemed to have life and retreated to the sides, revealing a clear path.

Some shaky ceiling fragments and twisted metal supports silently stabilized or moved away as he approached, as if an invisible force was clearing the obstacles.

He walked to an office with a collapsed filing cabinet blocking the doorway. Faint crying and coughing could be heard from inside.

Xiuyuan stretched out a finger and lightly tapped the heavy, deformed metal cabinet.

"Boom..."

With a dull thud, the cabinet that was big enough to crush a person to death seemed to be grabbed by an invisible giant hand, and moved lightly to the side for several meters, and fell to the ground, revealing several frightened white-collar workers with soot on their faces.

When they saw the figure in the moon-white monk's robe standing at the door and the faint golden light around him, they forgot to cry for a moment and just stared with wide eyes and dull expressions.

"follow me."

Xiuyuan's voice was not loud but it reached their ears clearly.

Several people supported each other and stumbled after him.

Xiuyuan continued to move forward and followed the same method.

Or he could blow away the poisonous smoke with a flick of his sleeve, or open the locked fire door with a snap of his fingers, or make the sparks of short circuits extinguish themselves wherever his eyes reach.

He walked as if he was strolling in the garden, passing through the ruins that had just experienced a brutal battle and were full of hidden dangers.

The charred traces of the explosion and the scattered mechanical wreckage became the backdrop to his calm figure.

Soon, at 4:06, he arrived at an area with severe collapse. Twisted steel bars and concrete blocks blocked the passage, and he could faintly hear muffled prayers and faint calls for help from within.

That is where the breath of that believer is.