Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 130 - 123: Wishing a World without Suffering, Peace under Heaven (Please Subscribe, Request Monthly Pass)

Chapter 130: Chapter 123: Wishing a World without Suffering, Peace under Heaven (Please Subscribe, Request Monthly Pass)

No matter how much hatred filled his heart,

he wished he could kill Zhou Ping’an with a strike of his palm...

Monk Guangming knew this was not the time to linger in battle.

Not only was his neck freshly wounded, bleeding profusely like a waterfall, but his head also felt slightly dizzy.

At the same time, the blood holes in his right eye and the left side of his chest and abdomen, which had been shot through, also began to hurt.

All his wounds burst open.

It was already quite impressive that he could retain about seventy to eighty percent of his strength.

If he delayed any longer, once his injuries worsened, he would definitely face certain death.

He had already obtained the Five Desires Evil Art, the bright path lay before him, and becoming a Buddha or ancestor in the future was within reach, so how could he afford to throw his life away here?

’I want all beings in this world to crawl at my feet, I want to spread temples all over the world, I want to drink the strongest liquor, possess the most beautiful women, earn the most gold and silver...’

Wait a minute.

Gold and silver?

Greed!

"Damn it."

Struck heavily by an arrow, nearly half of his neck shot through, and blood uncontrollably flowing out, Monk Guangming, who had just moved, leaped through the window and felt the Five Desires clouding his mind, his greed flaring up intensely.

With a formidable enemy right before him,

he was not thinking solely of escaping, contemplating his escape route.

Inappropriately, he thought of becoming a Buddha, of mountains of gold and silver.

He had fallen for a trick.

Although his spirit was only slightly swayed, the greed was quickly expelled.

Monk Guangming, who was racing at high speed due to the Divine Feet Technique, had noticeably slowed down.

He had only just leaped through the window, not yet touching the ground.

Through the window curtains, a beam of sword light appeared.

When the sword light first appeared, it was like the waters of spring, immediately turning into a raging wave, then a vast sea of waves connecting heaven and earth.

It not only embodied extreme sharpness, capable of severing everything, but also paradoxically made one feel that the sword held no threat, merely trapping and binding with insufficient strength, winning by change.

"If you’ve got the skill, break my Protective Golden Body."

Having misjudged repeatedly, Elder Guangming’s heart flared with anger. He exerted his full strength in the King of Light’s Golden Body Method, and a layer of flowing golden light appeared on his skin surface.

At the same time, a faint red light emitted from his arms.

Positioned in front of him.

Thud...

Lin Huaiyu’s One Slash struck, like hitting rotting leather.

Only gashing two deep wounds on the old monk’s arms.

"Not even worth... cough, cough..."

The old monk let out a cold laugh, but just as he spoke a few words, he realized he had not completely blocked the slash.

An extremely penetrating Soft Strength had already quietly infiltrated his arms and struck directly at his neck wound.

That wave of energy suddenly transformed into extreme sharpness.

One more deep wound was cut over the previous injury.

If Elder Guangming had not been injured, Lin Huaiyu’s slash would naturally not have been effective.

Now, with his neck already shot open wide by a needle crossbow, and then shaken and infiltrated by the Unity of Hardness and Softness of the Sword Energy, the wound immediately tore open further, critically reaching his throat.

The blood flowed even faster.

Monk Guangming dared not delay any longer; in fact, he had already abandoned the defense of most parts of his body, merely covering his neck, stomping heavily on the floor, his figure rising and falling, ready to flee.

Having perfected the True Qi Minor Circulation which added to his speed and strength, he was much beyond Lin Huaiyu and Zhou Ping’an; set solely on fleeing, logically, no one should be able to stop him.

With one move, bounding over twenty yards, seeing that he was about to soar again, passing over the courtyard walls into the continuous houses of the city,

while the Guardian House Servants of the Lin Family could hardly intervene.

Their sight couldn’t even keep up with the old monk’s figure.

"Is your brush fake?"

A clear voice suddenly rang out.

Under the dim moonlight, a brownish-yellow brush spun high into the air.

It whistled through the breaking wind.

"Mine, no one can snatch it from me."

The old monk’s forward momentum suddenly halted; in the chaos of his mind, an intense greed erupted, and he instinctively changed direction, rushing skyward towards the brush.

Just as he leaped up...

Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed a woman in black rapidly approaching with a sword.

He inwardly cursed his luck.

With his hands crossed downward, ready to block the water-like sword light.

Thud...

Before the sword and palm met,

the old monk’s body suddenly shook.

In his throat, he was struck by another arrow.

This arrow pierced solidly,

directly tearing through the previous wound, shredding much of his neck, leaving only half the throat bone and some muscles angling his head.

Blood sprayed wildly into the night sky, Monk Guangming’s eyes wide with a look of absolute despair and death, staring fixedly at the shadows behind the Bamboo Garden.

There stood a figure dressed in a light cyan Scholar’s outfit, watching coldly.

He knew he was definitely beyond saving.

Even if the King of Light’s Golden Body Method was powerful and his life force strong, such a fatal injury would not allow him to last long.

At most three or four breaths would pass, he would lose his strength and die at the County Yamen.

It was a pity that just when he spotted a sliver of breakthrough and saw a bright future, everything turned into an illusion...

Leading him to his ultimate downfall.

It must be said, those earlier moments of being clouded by greed were the greatest culprits.

"You too... must die."

In his final moments.

Elder Guangming, no longer caring for Lin Huaiyu’s intense sword light, one arm protecting his neck, the other blocking,

The numerous wounds on his body exposing internal organs, he completely disregarded them.

His body erupted in a thick golden light, reminiscent of a last ray of light...

Carrying a fierce wind, he pounced toward Zhou Ping’an.

One palm thunderously striking down.

The speed of this attack was indescribably fast,

such that Lin Huaiyu’s sword light could not intercept it.

It merely dragged a long sword mark on his body, closely following behind.

Zhou Ping’an only took two steps back, then stood his ground.