Chapter 2134: Chapter 1995: Helai?_3
The young Taoist released his grip, and the sword did not fall but stood upright by itself.
Like an egg standing on end.
"I’ll return your heart to you, and you won’t cause trouble in the future, okay?" the young Taoist said.
The sword still did not fall.
"Shall I have the old monk from Fayu Temple recite the ’Ksitigarbha Sutra’ thirty thousand times for you, how about that?" the young Taoist continued.
The sword still did not fall.
"Follow me in cultivation, accumulate yin virtue, and become a righteous deity of the Netherworld Ministry in the future, how about that?" the young Taoist added.
The sword still did not fall.
"I can communicate with the Yin World, arrange for you to be born into a wealthy family for ten generations, ensuring riches and glory, how about that?" Mr. Zhao also chimed in.
The sword still did not fall.
"It’s just a marriage for a lifetime, it’s been six hundred years, your husband could have reincarnated anywhere by now, why cling to it? Look at Monk Benwu, he abandoned his hard-earned Golden Body." Mr. Zhao continued.
The sword quivered slightly.
The warriors, witnessing this bizarre scene, were petrified with fear, motionless, and holding their breath.
"Reluctant to accept good, you go for punishment!" The young Taoist got angry, grabbing the Golden Sword again, but found himself unable to wield it, as if someone was holding it tightly.
"Blood! Blood!"
The young warrior pointed at the Golden Sword and shouted.
The young Taoist looked down and saw that the Golden Sword was beginning to bleed in thin air, blood flowing down along the silver blade and golden patterns, staining the deck everywhere.
If anyone noticed, they would find one less corpse in the dragon boat at this moment.
Mr. Zhao, possessing the third eye, saw everything clearly; the green-robed woman from yesterday was clenching the young Taoist’s Golden Sword, her hands pressed hard against the sharp blade, blood continuously flowing.
The young Taoist looked back at Mr. Zhao with a pleading expression.
Mr. Zhao revealed the black ruler hidden in the sleeve of his green robe.
The young Taoist smoothly retrieved the Golden Sword.
"Alas, the decline of the Mysterious Gate, the end of the lineage, when did my Zhengyi Dao stoop to reasoning with ghosts?" The young Taoist shook his head.
Just as he spoke, the sky suddenly clouded over, the sun dimmed, and a cold wind swept through. Soon, snow began to fall.
The warriors, wearing thin clothes, stared with open mouths as snowflakes drifted over the desert.
"Hmph, still injustice, what’s your grievance? There are plenty of dead men, is yours any special?" The young Taoist scoffed toward the direction of the boat.
Zhao Ruonan instructed the warriors to check the dead on the dragon boat, all dried skeletons. A young warrior found a corpse with a silver needle through its head and an emerald jade bracelet on its arm, casually pocketing the bracelet.
"I’m a novice, unable to handle this six-hundred-year-old demon. If General Zhao wishes to dispose of her, he could go to Maoshan to seek Zhang Chunyang, if he’s still alive. Otherwise, no one else can." The young Taoist said to Zhao Ruonan, who was still in the pit.
Chapter 1997: Religious Discussion Meeting
"General Zhao, she has already been drained of yin energy by the head of the Song clan, she shouldn’t cause any more trouble." Mr. Zhao said to Zhao Ruonan.
"Fall back." Zhao Ruonan then abandoned the plan to burn everything there.
The group returned to the camp.
The snow stopped after a while, the yellow desert transformed into a white snowfield, stepping on it revealed the yellow desert beneath, creating a unique yellow-and-white striped scenery.
The sun came out, and the snow hadn’t melted yet but directly evaporated; the desert remained desert, yellow sand remained yellow.
Summary meeting held at night.
Old Li presided.
"Everyone, please share your opinions." Old Li, having not slept for days, appeared with bloodshot eyes and sunken eye sockets.
"I hope to eliminate the roots and burn that boat." Zhao Ruonan said.
"Whether you can burn it or not is one thing, but even if you do, the form burns, but the spirit remains." The young Taoist replied.
"The ordeal isn’t complete, and the King of Hell won’t accept it, so burning is useless, can’t reincarnate, still causing trouble." Mr. Zhao added.
Old Li studied the group, slowly asked, "Aren’t we being too idealistic? Is there truly no human involvement in this?"
The young Taoist and Mr. Zhao fell silent.
Certainly, there was human involvement; performers wouldn’t arrange formations or control Marching Ants.
"The Feng Shui here is peculiar; perhaps someone has intentionally set up a strange scenario." The young Taoist suggested.
"And the purpose?" Old Li inquired.
"Corpse cultivation." Mr. Zhao answered.
"Corpse cultivation?" Old Li repeated doubtfully.
"After the liberation, rural burials switched to cremation, losing the conditions for corpse cultivation." Mr. Zhao continued.
"But Lop Nur is different; with scorching days and cold nights, alternating yin and yang, it’s sparsely populated. It’s an ideal location for corpse cultivation and refining." The young Taoist supplemented.
"These people are truly audacious; we must catch the mastermind to honor my fallen warriors!" Zhao Ruonan gritted her teeth.
"This is not just a strange scheme but a conspiracy planned for over six hundred years." Mr. Zhao added.
"Success depends on man, planning depends on heaven, no matter how long the schemes, they’ll ultimately be exposed." A middle-aged man’s voice sounded outside the tent.
A man walked in from outside the tent, wearing a blue cloak, carrying a Cross Sword, wearing a Cross, and holding a Sheepskin Scroll.
"Nestorianism?" The young Taoist asked curiously.
The middle-aged man nodded to the young Taoist.
"Weren’t you extinct?" The young Taoist asked sideways.
"Thanks to the old mage’s concern." The middle-aged man bowed slightly, saluting the young Taoist.
