Miss Heber is fighting her way out of the Lostbelt!

All eternal beings of the past and future have followed the path of ascension to ultimately achieve the Golden Truth. Even those in power are no exception.

“Therefore, know that the Prajna Paramita is the great mantra, the great bright mantra, the supreme mantra, the incomparable mantra, which can eliminate all sufferings, and is true and not false.”

Therefore, the path of sublimation is indeed the most correct and right path.

“So the Prajna Paramita mantra is spoken. That is to say, the mantra goes: Gate Gate Paragate Parasamgate Bodhi Svaha.”

I tell you the secret of the path to sublimation in the hope that you can all follow this path and achieve success like the sun!

......

Heber spoke at a fairly fast pace, but everyone present understood.

The common people and warriors did not know how to write, so they could only memorize it in their hearts. The nobles were overjoyed and immediately took out paper and pen to start writing. Some even tore off their clothes to write on it.

Heber curled her lips. After all, she had no idea what the Heart Sutra meant.

But she had penetrated two lossbelts, proven her achievements, and single-handedly facilitated the ascension of the December ruler, Lord Sigh... In this Eastern Kingdom where there are only a few big cats and small cats, who could have a deeper understanding of the essence of the path to sublimation than her?

Apart from the two ruling parties currently wrestling with each other, who else could she discuss the truth with? No one!

Even if we put it in Aurora, if we only discuss the practice and understanding of the path to sublimation, Heber is the best and can be a "master" who can establish his own school - the premise is that Aurora's imperial examinations really test relevant knowledge points.

Heber looked at the few nobles who were writing furiously and said, "What I have said today, do not commit it to paper; remember it in your hearts."

After she finished speaking, the ministers still did not stop writing.

Hebe shook his head, waved to Saga, and stuffed three lucky bags containing amulets into her hands.

"Saga, are you afraid?" Hebe asked again.

"I'm not afraid." Saga replied.

"Why not?" Hebe smiled.

"I'm not afraid, that's all." Saga clasped his hands together.

"I should learn from you." Heber returned the greeting, then stood up and disappeared.

......

In front of the Oeyama Front.

Whether it was the monsters, the ghosts, or even Seiwa Genji's own soldiers, their eyes were filled with pure fear when they saw the figure wrapped in lightning.

The clouds were rolling gloomily, and thunder fell from the clouds like a heavy punch, landing accurately on the front line of Dajiangshan's side.

No matter whether it was a monster that mastered magical skills or an evil ghost as big as a mountain, they were all reduced to dust by the thunder.

Lightning and thunder were winding in shocking paths in the sky. In the chaotic sea of clouds, a hole like an ominous star was opening.

Boom!

Purple and white intertwined and slanted down, gradually filling Shuten-doji's pupils.

The ghost king who ruled Mount Oe could no longer force a smile on her face. She looked at the charred remains of Ibaraki Douji on the ground, and the corners of her mouth twitched downwards.

A small purple gourd jumped out from behind her, spun around her body clockwise, and grew bigger in the wind, covering her head.

Sharp claws extended from Shuten-doji's hands little by little. At this moment, she looked as ferocious as a demon from hell.

But Minamoto no Raikou showed no expression at all. There was neither sorrow nor joy on her face. The evil star of thunder flashing in the clouds was hanging right behind her, like a perfect ring.

A huge bull-headed shadow twisted and rose from behind her, with ferocious demon horns on its head and four arms stretched out behind it like blooming flowers.

His right arm held a purple-white lightning bolt, its sharp edge extending outward, piercing the heavens and piercing the earth. Upon closer inspection, it bore a striking resemblance to the katana wielded by Minamoto no Raikou.

The authority represented by this arm is the "personification of the sword spirit", namely the Butsu-myoutom, which symbolizes the wild spirit that represents bravery among the one spirit and four souls.

Among the three arms of his left hand, the uppermost one displays the fearlessness seal, which symbolizes giving to all living beings without worry and fear. It corresponds to the lucky soul among the one spirit and four souls, which symbolizes joy.

The second one holds a vajra, which represents the subjugation of all demons and heretics. Its name is Vajra Hand, which corresponds to supreme wisdom and symbolizes the unique soul among the one spirit and four souls that represents wisdom.

The last palm is raised upwards, representing the mudra of giving, giving, grace, and receiving, symbolizing compliance with the prayers of all beings. It corresponds to the harmony soul of the one spirit and four souls.

[The First Mark: Thundergod's Manifestation]

[Second Mark: Demonic Ghosts]

[The Third Mark: Wind and Thunder Release]

[The Fourth Mark: The Mysterious Killer]

The Fifth Seal: Indra’s Vajra

[The Sixth Seal: Boy Cutting Yasugano]

Two souls born from one lotus, a total of six marks are fully released!

Thunder exploded, and Shuten-doji felt as if a nail was stuck in his head. His eyes were dizzy, and hot blood flowed from his mouth and nose.

Minamoto no Raikou raised his sword high and slashed at the man's head.

Behind him, Ugly Gozen swung down the thunder sword and the great vajra at the same time.

Shuten Rei+#Dream! The first boy held the gourd and stretched out his hand to stab Minamoto no Raikou in the heart.

Thunder rolled down like a waterfall, and half of Shuten-doji's arm was crushed into powder in the rolling sea of thunder.

The sword swung down, splitting the entire wine gourd into two halves, and continued to fall towards Shuten-doji's forehead without losing momentum.

Click.

The sharp horns on the ghost king's head collided with the katana, and behind him came the sound of a huge vajra and a storm of thunder. It must be that Ugly Gozen had begun to ravage Mount Oe.

The sword cut the sharp horn into two-thirds, and the Ghost King laughed coldly: "You, the cow girl, seem to have underestimated the hardest bone in the ghost."

She reached out her other hand through the thunder—but touched nothing.

Minamoto no Raikou had retreated hundreds of meters without her knowing, and for the first time, an emotion other than calmness appeared on her face. Shuten-doji saw her looking anxiously towards the direction of Heian-kyo, and then a thunder sounded in the sky.

Minamoto no Raikou and the four-armed Ugly Gozen both disappeared.

Seiwa and Genji quickly retreated, unwilling to stay here even for a moment.

Shuten-doji said nothing, but just stared at the direction where Minamoto no Raikou left. Suddenly, the light in her eyes disappeared in an instant.

Accompanied by the sound of crackling in his body and blood gushing out of his seven orifices, the Ghost King fell on the battlefield.

In a trance, she saw a three-tailed fox walking towards her from a distance.

ps: Another update

Dongguo Volume: 82 He deserves to die!

"Are you still alive?" Heber leaned over and looked at Shuten-doji, whose face was unrecognizable and half of his head was cracked.

"Ms. Tamamo?"

Shuten-doji was lying on her back, with her tattered dark purple robe cushioned beneath her. She coughed twice, and a few sporadic flashes of lightning came out from between her lips and teeth.

"Oh my, it's really embarrassing for you to see me like this..."

She pulled the corners of her mouth, and everything in front of her eyes turned purple and white, so bright that she couldn't see the outline clearly, so she simply closed her eyes.

Heber raised himself slightly.

A hideous crack extended along the broken horn on Shuten-douji's forehead, slowly spreading across Shuten-douji's entire face like a branch.

Purple-white lightning flashed and crackled in the cracks, gradually turning all the flesh and bones it touched into pulp of the same color.

The strong smell of alcohol was brewing in Shuten-doji's head and entered Hebe's nostrils.

——The gods and ghosts make poisonous wine.

In the history known to Hebe, the Kamibenki Poison Wine was a treasure bestowed by three gods on Minamoto no Raikou during his campaign. It was with the help of this poison wine that she made Shuten-doji drunk and beheaded him.

In just a few seconds of hesitation, the purple-white lightning crawled down the bridge of her nose, causing her nose to tilt softly to one side, and completely destroying the face that originally had a bit of imperfect beauty into a mess with no distinguishable features.

Shuten-doji let out a few low cries of pain, her chest heaving slightly as she managed to squeeze out a sound.

"Oeyama was destroyed by Ugly Gozen, and all the ghosts were killed... a hundred years of hard work was destroyed in a single day... it was all in vain, but it wasn't bad at all."

"Miss Tamamo, I have already let those people who lived here go. Even if Mount Dajiang is gone, these people will slowly recover..."

She exhaled twice more quietly.

"The young son of Suzuka-san Otakemaru... was born different from ordinary ghosts. He does not eat human flesh and does not like fine wine... I have placed him in the secret room of Oe-san. He should still be alive... Miss Tamamo, if you want to eliminate the root of the problem, you must go there in person--"

Heber listened silently. Even at this time, Shuten-doji's tone was still cruel and teasing.

She could tell that Shuten-doji really wanted Otakemaru's youngest son to live, but he also really wanted him to die here and be buried with Oeyama.

——Why do we all have to die, but you can live alone?

Ghosts are such contradictory creatures.

In the silence, the Ghost King suddenly spoke again.

"It smells so good, Miss Tamamo. Did you bring any wine?"

"It's not mine," Hebe replied. "It was Minamoto no Raikou's lightning that turned your entrails into wine."

"What a shame, I can't drink." Shuten-doji twitched his lips. "Ms. Tamamo, I have one last question - is Minamoto no Raikou your student?"

Heber replied calmly, "Yes."

Shuten-doji let out a long breath.

"Then I will wait for you downstairs."

The corners of her mouth seemed to be rising and falling, as if she was about to cry, but also as if she was laughing.

The flickering lightning finally died down, and the Ghost King's body turned into a ball of thick silver paste. The smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of blood made people seem to be deeply drunk.

　Heber reached out and picked up half of the purple gourd, and scooped a full ladleful of the divine and ghostly poison wine.

The remaining wine seeped into the ground bit by bit, and ripples formed words in front of Heber's eyes.

"Dajiang Mountain is gone, and the Ghost King has returned to dust. The crux of the conflict has been tightened to its limit, but there is still uncertainty - Tianzhu Spear awaits, and its target is either this or that."

[Current progress: 90%]

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Deep purple lightning swept across the Suzaku Gate.

The clouds rolled in and thunder roared.

None of the residents in Heian-kyo dared to raise their heads. They all squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, trembling, fearing that the extremely terrifying lightning would come down from the clouds and strike them on the heads.

The bells in Toshodai-ji Temple rang out solemnly and melodiously, and the sound could be heard from far away.

The nobles and samurai wondered if the monks of Shodai-ji Temple had gone mad, for they recognized an invitation in the bell.

Who should I invite? The great general Minamoto no Raikou, who at this moment has transformed into lightning and is riding his horse through the clouds.

And the invitation at this time is nothing short of a provocation.

The nobles and samurai felt relieved and secretly delighted: they copied the Heart Sutra given by Inari Daimyojin, and when all the monks of Shodaiji Temple died, they would be able to become the expounders of the sutra with full legitimacy.

Thinking of this, the nobles who still had some pride in their hearts could not help but tightly grasp the papers with the Heart Sutra written on them, as if doing so could give them some more courage in such weather.

Thinking of this, they couldn't help but look down at the white paper and the black ink words.

As thunderclouds gathered overhead, the words grew darker, while the paper grew whiter—so white it was blinding, so white it hurt.

The bells of Toshodai-ji Temple grew louder, less melodious and solemn, and more rapid and angry.

The nobles could no longer hear, and their world turned into pure white - the entire Heian Kyoto was dyed white by the lightning that struck from the clouds!

Da Yin Xisheng.

At the moment when the thunder and lightning that penetrated the sky and the earth turned into a waterfall, both the Imperial Palace and the outer capital fell into complete silence. This was because the thunder punishment brought down by Minamoto no Raikou had far exceeded the limit of human hearing.

The lightning flashed in a continuous line, smashing the nobles and the buildings into dust.

......

In Toshodai-ji Temple, blood slowly flowed from the rugged ears, nose, and mouth.

In the temple, the sound of monks chanting scriptures was suppressed to an extremely weak level and could only be heard in their own ears.

The sound of the bell was extremely insignificant under the thunder, like a seed pressed down by heavy snow and rocks.

But the dog demon still rang the bell stubbornly.