On their bodies, a medicinal fragrance lingered, all from those who had perished after being refined into drug people by Pharmacist Valley. To deal with the remains easily, they were thrown directly into the endless clouds and mist. Even with Fufeng’s one of the eight scenic wonders concealing them, not a single person had noticed before.
Under the grand peace and beautiful scenery of the Great Qin, lies such a bone-chilling tragedy.
Ci Yuan walked slowly along this mountain path.
A scholar’s indifferent voice came through his ears:
"Hurry back, this mechanized person won’t hold up much longer."
"If you can’t return before this mechanism shatters, you will damage your foundation."
Ci Yuan just recited a Buddha’s name in a low voice, with palms pressed together, walking through this ’hell.’ His cultivation of Upper Third Rank in Buddhism flowed within him. The vengeful spirits from those corpses seemed to dissipate, and behind the monk, blossoms of pure Buddha Lotus flourished.
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Moving his inner strength recklessly, cracks appeared on the monk’s body.
Yet his expression remained serene.
When he reached the foot of the mountain, Ci Yuan sat down cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, reciting Buddhist scriptures incessantly.
The cold aura of Pharmacist Valley gradually dissipated.
The monk, who had just killed without blinking an eye and had been extremely ruthless and direct in his methods, now had a face full of compassion.
After reciting the Rebirth Mantra several times, wishing for the souls of the unjustly deceased to find rebirth in the Pure Land, Ci Yuan opened his eyes, slowly stood up, and gazed at the mountain filled with skeletons, not knowing how many people it had buried. He let out a deep sigh and raised his right hand, suddenly turning it into a fist, and heavily struck down upon the mountain.
A loud boom echoed.
The silent mountain suddenly shook violently.
Ci Yuan took a deep breath, stepped back half a step, and threw another punch at the base of the mountain.
The shaking of the summit grew more intense, and the earth churned up mud and soil.
In Shaolin Temple, the scholar in the robes widened his eyes in astonishment as he ’watched’ the monk outside punch again and heard the mantra recited by the monk, his expression changing as he murmured softly:
"Is this...?!"
Yet another punch, and the mountain trembled into existence.
A multitude of creatures scurried away in a sorry state off the summit. Ci Yuan did not strike until those creatures which would be affected had vanished, only then retracting his right fist and smashing down again. His body, which was expected to break apart, was for some reason still resilient.
Another punch, and the mountain now stood three meters above the ground.
It crashed down with a rumble and was caught in Ci Yuan’s palm.
Inside Shaolin Temple, the scholar’s face had completely changed, abruptly standing up.
The thief Hong Luoyu, who had been detained inside Shaolin by Ci Yuan, was muttering in bewilderment:
"Zhou Hui circles the mountain for all four regions. Filling it with people, granting divine steps; like the great Maudgalyayana, filling each and every one of the three thousand worlds, yet not equalling even a hundredfold, a thousandfold, ten thousandfold, a hundred millionfold of the Buddha’s mighty power, incomparable as the void, indescribable. This is the power of Buddha’s divine steps."
"Namo He! Namo He! Namo He!"
The shock was evident on the thief’s face; Wu Changqing, who had taken Wang Anfeng to the Quiet Room for treatment, would have killed him for shouting like this. Yet now the latter could express his shock in this manner without restraint, turning to the scholar beside him and saying:
"This, this is the Buddha’s Strength Mountain Moving Sutra from Sanzang Zhufahu..."
"Do the Shaolin Ultimate Skills include reliance on this Buddhist principle?"
The scholar slowly shook his head, his face looking upset:
"There was none before."
"Now... there is."
............
Outside a small village in Fufeng County.
A man dressed in Vigorous Attire sat next to a tea shop. He was leading a horse, and on the table beside him was placed a sword with a wide and sharp blade.
A Qin war sword.
His face was gaunt, but his eyes were bright. This made him look very tired, yet incredibly determined.
He had been investigating a case for a long time.
All the clues pointed to this village.
The village seemed peaceful, but many of the people coming and going were very agile Martial Artists, with weapons on their backs and cold expressions.
The branch hall of the Four Symbols Pavilion was right here, holding many sinister Martial Artists who had committed heinous crimes.
He was determined to gather the clues of these people and then look for some allies in Jianghu to drive this accursed Evil Sect out of Fufeng’s martial world.
Mulling over his plan internally, he lifted his cup to drink tea.
After drinking two pots of cold tea and consuming a jin of food, he stood up, laid down a Silver Coin, picked up his long sword, and intended to enter the village. But as he abruptly stood up, he felt a sudden dizziness and collapsed right back onto the stool, his complexion turning pale.
The previously amiable shop assistant said with a smile:
"Hero, are you alright?"
The youth was shocked, knowing he had been ambushed. He forced a smile and said:
"Young man, there is still some silver in my bag, if you want it, feel free to take it..."
The assistant approached with a grin, rummaging through the youth’s bag roughly, then reached into the youth’s chest and pulled out some letters. He flipped through them and said:
"Oh, an investigator hero, it’s quite unfortunate for you. Four Symbols Pavilion isn’t in our village."
"Our village is Four Symbols Pavilion!"
The young man’s face changed drastically, struggling in vain as the assistant grabbed his chest and pulled out a short, sharp knife, aiming it straight at his heart.
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The distant clouds were violently shattered, as if mythical beasts of legend were reappearing on this land. One by one, the Martial Artists of the Four Symbols Pavilion, wielded their weapons, gazing in that direction, even the shop assistant dropped the Martial Artist and ran out, one of them leaping into the sky with a blade in hand, sneeringly said:
"Which friend might this be?!"