The Blade-Wielding Legend
Chapter 208 - 149 The Bizarre Japanese Monk_2

Chapter 208: Chapter 149 The Bizarre Japanese Monk_2

The old monk’s eyes flashed with a fierce light, "You are the fools, being toyed with by the lord without realizing it, truly pitiable..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Yan suddenly trembled.

His arm’s hidden energy erupted, and the flying blade whistled out instantly.

Clang!

With a crisp sound, the copper bell above was immediately knocked away.

But to his surprise, the Yin wind howled, yet the Bird House remained unbroken.

"Hahaha..."

The old monk laughed, "Central Earth magicians are just so-so!"

Meanwhile, in the Great Hall above, Sha Lifei and Wang Daoxuan were tearing apart the hemp ropes binding the statue.

This old monk also played a sly trick, where in his teachings, the Bird House represented the entrance to the Divine Domain, distinguishing it from the secular world.

Firstly, it served to remind visitors that stepping into the Bird House meant entering the Divine Domain, and special attention should be paid to behavior.

Secondly, it formed a Boundary.

This kind of power couldn’t possibly come from nowhere; it was formed by borrowing the Divine Astral of the gods, creating a small situation.

Both the Proper Xuan Sect and the Magic Veins had similar setups.

Its strength or weakness depended on the strength of the Divine Astral of the god being worshipped.

And the only god here was the deity of Xiangji Temple.

Even though it went through several ordeals, even if the incense was continued, it was very weak; otherwise, it wouldn’t have fallen into such a trap.

When Sha Lifei and Wang Daoxuan broke the grass rope, the spells were immediately broken.

Crack!

The grass rope snapped, and even the Bird House showed cracks.

The Yin wind howled, and the white ash of the Array on the ground was blown away layer by layer, with candle flames constantly extinguishing.

Clatter!

The dagger inserted in the corpse within the Array trembled madly.

"Fool!"

The old monk was shocked and cursed, immediately taking a Golden Treasure Box from beside him and placing it on the corpse.

"Oṃ maṇi padme hūṃ!"

As Li Yan was activating his Divine Skills, he suddenly felt a blank in his mind, a white scene before his eyes, as if he heard a dignified Buddhist chant in his ears.

This item, once revealed, seemed to shine brilliantly.

Even the three ghost gods disrupting the Array appeared to be heavily damaged, retreating swiftly, and the Yin wind ceased instantly.

At the cave entrance, Luo Faqing, who was practicing to drive ghost gods, also had a sudden change in complexion, spewing blood with a puff, stumbling to the ground, looking horribly as he said, "Buddha Treasure!"

Li Yan felt a roar in his ears, a splitting headache, and knew his Divine Sense was injured, hastily using the Daluo Dharma Body to recover.

Although the Daluo Dharma Body had recovered at the Chaotic Burial Mound, it was used several times later during cultivation, and combined with two severe injuries within a short time, it was covered with cracks again, seemingly on the verge of shattering.

What is this thing?

Li Yan looked suspiciously.

Seeing him not unconscious, the old monk seemed a bit surprised too, shaking his head and taunting, "Central Earth has many treasures, yet even you don’t recognize it, pitiable."

"In the Tang Dynasty, Emperor Gaozong granted Xiangji Temple over a thousand relics, worshipped day and night, with Buddha light shining high, evil spirits fleeing far, though plundered by chaotic soldiers, some remained, hidden in this underground cave."

"A thousand-year lineage, absorbing the spiritual charm of the earth veins, it had become a Buddha Treasure..."

Buddha Treasure?

Li Yan frowned, recalling Zhao Lvzi’s words.

That night, he had a long talk with Zhao Lvzi, learning much about Heavenly Spirit Earth Treasure.

Heavenly Spirit Earth Treasure came in many types, most thriving due to the blessings of heaven and earth, but some were man-made.

For example, the Drum Mallet he found in Ancient Water Village.

The drum king’s spirit gathered, like Divine Refinement, gained spirituality, then by coincidence, obtained the blessings of heaven and earth, becoming a Spiritual Treasure.

Such things were generally excellent material for crafting Magic Artifacts.

And some, originally Magic Artifacts, after becoming Heavenly Spirit Earth Treasure, were called Dao Treasure and Buddha Treasure, extremely precious.

Being suppressed by the Buddha Treasure, the corpse ceased to cause trouble.

The old monk sighed, "Originally, it was to help the Divine Lord refine a yin moluo ghost, but now that something has gone wrong, I suppose if I take it, the Divine Lord won’t blame me..."

His words were humble, but his eyes revealed greed.

He took out a human-bodied bird-headed wooden carving from his bosom, placed it on the corpse’s forehead, shook the folding fan, and began that strange dance again.

"To hell with your dance!"

Li Yan gritted his teeth, clutching his belly, pretended to be injured, and staggered outward.

The old monk frowned, raising the flintlock again.

Bang!

A gunshot sounded, smoke billowed.

However, this time Li Yan was prepared, dodging sideways, as he got shot in the shoulder, hidden energy in his feet burst forth, and with a swoosh, he leaped forward.

He had previously been acting, having already closed the distance.

With this jump, he got close to the old monk.

The old monk was not at all flustered, throwing aside the flintlock, flicking his foot to hook, causing a spear on the ground to rise.

He grabbed it and thrust at Li Yan.

Just as Lu Gongyuan had said, this person was equally skilled in martial arts, and using force similar to hidden energy, the spear’s tip whistled with an astonishing momentum.

Who would have thought, Li Yan drew the Netherworld Fire Pistol and suddenly pulled the trigger.

Poof!

Kerosene and phosphorus fire gushed out.

"Ah—!"

Even though the old monk dodged quickly, half of his body was engulfed in flames, screaming and rolling on the ground, causing chaos in the Array.

At the same time, the corpse also caught fire.

Even the Buddha Treasure Golden Box, which was suppressing it, was kicked aside by the rolling monk, rolling twice and ceasing to move.

As if losing restraint, a swirl of black smoke emerged.

The black smoke gathered in the air, transforming into the shadow of a Rashamon Bird, wings flapping, a ghastly human face faintly visible within.

Not good!

Li Yan vaguely guessed that the old monk was trying to refine the evil spirit into something like a Shikigami, but due to his interference, it had now escaped.

Without a corpse, how could he form an Array to suppress this thing?

At this moment, the old monk also tore off his monk robe, gritting his teeth in pain, rubbing the ground’s gray dirt to extinguish the flames.

But even so, his whole person was burned to a charred black, skin split open, like an evil ghost.

He no longer spoke in the language of the Divine State, cursing loudly in a string of Japanese, then clutching the bird-shaped wood carving, he simultaneously used a mantra, opening his mouth wide.

Whoosh~

The Rashamon Bird transformed into black smoke again, surprisingly drilling into the old monk’s mouth, his eyes turning pitch black, with an aura more and more unlike that of a human...

Clearly, he was using some kind of unknown spells.

Seeing this, Li Yan swiftly chanted, "Heaven has records, Earth has a system, Yin Bureau captures souls, living people evade!"

Hearing these words, fear appeared in the old monk’s eyes.

However, he was in the midst of swallowing the evil spirit black smoke and found it difficult to move.

While chanting, Li Yan slapped the Hook Paper on his forehead.

Like an immobilization spell, the old monk fell straight to the ground.

Clatter!

Again, the sound of chains echoed in Li Yan’s ears, cold forces rose from the ground, enveloping the old monk’s Divine Soul.

"Lord, spare me..."

Before the old monk could finish, his eyes lost their luster.

Meanwhile, he spouted black smoke from his mouth again, exactly the evil spirit yin moluo ghost, appearing to scatter and escape.

However, this too was bound by an invisible force, clattering chains, and with a bang, fell to the ground, disappearing without a trace.

Li Yan paused for a moment.

Why did the Yin Bureau take this thing too?

Before he could ponder, three cold breaths emanated from the Hook Paper in his hand, quickly vanishing.

Li Yan’s face immediately revealed delight.

This meant the mission was completed, gaining three Astral Orders.

Each Astral Order could summon the Five Camps of Ghost Soldiers once, totaling five hundred each time, and now he had six, using them all at once could deploy three thousand ghost soldiers.

According to Luo Mingzi, these were Yin Bureau Ghost Soldiers, even at the lowest level, they were classified as Upper Altar Soldiers among troops.

Ordinary Rampaging Soldiers and yin soldiers were no match.

Three thousand ghost soldiers were enough to turn the tide!

Li Yan restrained his excitement and looked again at the Buddha Treasure on the ground.

He picked it up without hesitation.

Before he could open it, mysterious forces surged into his Dantian, and the Daluo Dharma Body quickly repaired itself along with it.

Simultaneously, the material of the Daluo Dharma Body changed.

Initially looking like blue stone, after absorbing the Drum Mallet in Ancient Water Village, the surface had become smooth, with a touch of luster.

As the blessings in the Buddha Treasure were rapidly absorbed, the Daluo Dharma Body began to take on a glazed hue.

This indicated an increase in strength.

Increased strength meant enduring more damage.

For instance, if he were slashed, previously the Dharma Body would form a huge crack, but with increased strength, the marks would lessen.

This Buddha Treasure could enhance both!

Li Yan’s eyes filled with surprise.

Soon, the blessings in the Buddha Treasure disappeared completely.

Opening it revealed several relics inside.

Even after the blessings faded, they still emitted a glazed glow.

Li Yan chuckled, closing the lid.

Though useless to him or Xuanmen Practitioners, surely the wealthy Buddhas devotees in Chang’an would gladly purchase them for home worship.

Thinking of this, he grasped the box with his left hand and picked up the flintlock from the ground in his right, examining it.

This item was intricately crafted, with a Black Rosewood-colored handle and intricate metal engravings, resembling European style.

Just then, footsteps sounded from outside.

An idea crossed Li Yan’s mind, and he tucked the gun into his bosom...