Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 2490: 2480 Demon-Subduing Pestle

Chapter 2490: Chapter 2480 Demon-Subduing Pestle

As Zhu Ying darted forward, the fastest to react was none other than Chu Lu, who was sitting on the ground. This burly man suddenly stood up like a carp leaping out of the water and chased after her.

“Ying’er, wait for me…”

With the sound of calling, the two of them had already vanished into the darkness. The other side of the corridor was also pitch black, making it impossible to see what was inside.

Long Yan and Tian Luo Yi quickly exchanged a glance, and the former grabbed Chu Meng’s arm and began sprinting into the darkness.

“Eh?”

Chu Meng had long been taken aback by this sudden occurrence, standing there bewildered. Although she felt a small joy when Long Yan grabbed her arm, she immediately started running with Long Yan involuntarily, her face flushed, unsure whether from embarrassment or intense activity.

Heaven sees, Long Yan just urgently took the bewildered Chu Meng with him to run. After all, in this temple, there were places Long Yan couldn’t always take care of, resulting in the two of them being separated from the others.

Luckily, though the corridor was dimly lit, there was still some brightness. As they entered the Main hall, the three heard the sound of crying, and they were all too familiar with the source, naturally belonging to Zhu Ying among the five, along with the sound of soft comforting, which belonged to Chu Lu.

Long Yan and the others dared not delay, quickly rushing into the Main hall. Just as they entered, they saw Zhu Ying collapsed on the ground, with Chu Lu softly comforting her, though Zhu Ying seemed to be oblivious to Chu Lu, merely sitting and crying.

“What happened?”

Long Yan walked forward slowly, glancing around. This side hall should be the Arhat Hall, the place where Arhats are usually enshrined in the temple. Eighteen fierce-looking Arhats stood on either side, making the entire hall appear particularly solemn in this eerie temple.

Wait, eighteen? Are there so many Arhats to be enshrined in Buddhism?

In fact, it was because Long Yan was somewhat uninformed; usually, temples only enshrine the two more famous Arhats, Subduing Tiger and Conquering Dragon, unless it is an actual Arhat Temple. Otherwise, ordinary temples don’t need to build so many Arhat Golden Bodies, as most people don’t recognize them.

The golden bodies of the Arhats glowed differently under the candlelight’s illumination, thanks to the candlelight, which allowed them to see the scene within the temple clearly.

However, it also made Long Yan notice an Arhat whose name he couldn’t recall had a noticeable white mark in his hand, as if broken by someone.

Thus, Long Yan casually picked up a burning candle on the table to take a closer look. Just as Long Yan was at the Arhat’s front, Zhu Ying suddenly let out a piercing scream.

“Dodge quickly!!!”

The sound made Long Yan, who was about to inspect the Arhat’s palm closely, shiver, and then he heard a sharp whistling sound near his ear. Long Yan sidestepped with his right foot, his whole body forming a semicircle from the ground.

Then, a streak of golden light fell right in front of him, carrying a force that made Long Yan feel tremendously startled. If it weren’t for Zhu Ying’s cry, his head might have been smashed open like a watermelon.

The golden light’s strike didn’t land, steadily remaining in the air. Long Yan recognized it as a Buddhist demon-subduing pestle, although it was unusually large.

Long Yan felt a gaze on his side face without any sound of breathing. Just when Long Yan turned his body, he jumped in fright. The eighteen Arhats were arranged in a left nine, right nine order; the Arhat Long Yan wanted to observe was the fourth on the left side.

Yet, the fifth on the left side had come down from its divine seat, and the golden demon-subduing pestle that almost struck Long Yan came from this very Arhat, which, missing its target, lowered its head, the gigantic stone head staring at Long Yan.

Thus, when Long Yan turned his head, he was face-to-face with this stone head, clearly seeing the eerie reddish glow emanating from the demon-subduing pestle Arhat’s eyes, not glaring red but weird pink.

Seeing Long Yan nearly scared by it, the Arhat then opened its stone-like mouth wide, exhaling a white mist.

“You take Zhu Ying and retreat first.”

Long Yan tapped the ground with the tip of his foot, swiftly retreating backward, but the demon-subduing pestle Arhat planned not to spare Long Yan. Originally suspended in the air, the pestle moved faster than Long Yan’s speed, stabbing right at Long Yan’s back. If Long Yan moved a bit slower, the pestle’s landing spot would have been his head.

“What about you?”

Chu Meng seemed a bit unwilling, yet having the Arhat come down was too incredible, leaving Chu Meng hesitant to help.

“I’m fine, you all hurry and leave.”

After speaking, the magic gun appeared in Long Yan’s hand, the red-glowing long spear instantly stabbing at the demon-subduing pestle Arhat’s face, but the usually unstoppable magic gun returned a sound of clashing metal, not even piercing through?

The bizarre stone face revealed a mocking smile, ignoring Long Yan’s strike, the demon-subduing pestle falling as if delivering heavenly punishment, forcing Long Yan to flee, cursing under his breath, albeit with no apparent effect.

Now, the demon-subduing pestle Arhat was like playing whack-a-mole, wherever Long Yan fled, standing just briefly before the next second when the demon-subduing pestle assuredly landed in front of Long Yan’s eyes. Although there were some errors, Long Yan figured his height must be the reason as the Arhat was nearly three meters tall, able to reach the temple’s roof with its hand, making aiming at Long Yan not so easy.

Long Yan could only use these gaps to retaliate against the demon-subduing pestle Arhat, but normal attacks, whether with the magic gun or the Lu Xian Sword, only resulted in the sound of clashing metal, causing no damage, not even halting the Arhat’s steps.

A sharp red light appeared within Long Yan’s palm, instantaneously conjuring frost under the Arhat’s feet, and the surrounding space increasingly deepened, astonishingly producing stars visible in the sky above.

Unfortunately, this beautiful scene could only be seen by Long Yan and that Arhat, Long Yan still relentlessly evading attacks, while that non-human Arhat probably couldn’t appreciate such scenery.

The demon-subduing pestle Arhat stomped heavily on the ground, freeing its entire leg from the ice, surprising Long Yan that although he expected the Arhat could break free, he didn’t think it would be so simple.

“Amitabha!”

A loud Buddhist chant sounded from afar.