My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

92  Chapter 92: The Love Letters Sent to the Mountain Ghost
All those present raised their heads to look at the Relic.
In Buddhism, only a Bodhisattva could condense a Relic, and the high monks who managed to condense Relics, as long as they diligently cultivated Buddhist Martial Arts, their Cultivation mostly reached the Grandmaster Realm.
That is to say, to suppress this malevolent energy, a future Buddhist Grandmaster had completely perished from the world.
A Grandmaster, this is the true pinnacle of Jianghu.
Compared to Second Grade experts who were active, First Grade experts rarely showed themselves in Jianghu, only appearing during major events or contesting for legacy treasures; otherwise, it was quite rare to see a First Grade Cultivation expert.
And Grandmasters were even more elusive like Divine Dragons, with legend of their prowess scattered throughout Jianghu, yet actual sightings of them were exceedingly rare.
Grandmasters, for the most part, devoted themselves to profound cultivation, seeking to take one more step to reach the undaunted realm of a Great Grandmaster.
The realm of Great Grandmaster extended one's Life Span by three hundred years, an undeniably fatal temptation for those in the Grandmaster Realm, which was why it was almost impossible to see Grandmasters.
"Senior brother...."
Fa Wu reached out to receive the Relic, his voice trembling.
The one who was both a teacher and a father, his senior brother Fa Zhi, had entered Nirvana, leaving behind this as his final existence in the world.
"A single thought transcends life, saving others and oneself."
As if enlightened, Fa Wu looked at the Relic in his hand and said, "Senior brother, your junior has understood."
"Fa Zhi could also be considered a true high monk."
An Jing thought to himself as he looked at the luminescent Relic.
Such an immense surge of malevolent energy, if not speaking of Yu State City, then the villages around Three Temple Mountain would certainly be affected, and whether there would be further harm was still unknown.
"Buddhism lost a Bodhisattva."
Liu Qingshan spoke somberly as he gazed at Vilu Hall.
"A Bodhisattva...."
Guo Yuchun seemed slightly moved, for Buddhism's Zen Sect advocated the dual cultivation of Buddhism and Martial Arts, with Buddhist Law being more difficult than Martial Arts.
During the turmoil of the Nine Kingdoms, the Jianghu of that time was extremely hostile towards Buddhism, even more so than towards the Demon Sect nowadays. Back then, in Yue Country, there were still supporters of Buddhism, and most Buddhist temples were left standing.
It wasn't until the iron cavalry of Yan Country crossed into the territory of Yue Country and broke into its capital, with the Buddhist ancient temple Lianhua Temple located beside the capital of Yue Country.
The head of Lianhua Temple was a Zen Sect master who spent his life exploring Buddhist Law, seeking to enlighten the masses, with only a superficial understanding of Martial Arts, and so it was for the other monks in the temple.
When the iron cavalry of Yan Country entered, all monks of Lianhua Temple still recited sutras inside the temple and did not go out.
Unknown to all, the Human Emperor of Yue Country had hidden his only daughter in the temple, and she was the sole surviving royal bloodline of Yue Country.
The head of Lianhua Temple remained silent, merely striking the wooden fish.
After the iron cavalry of Yan Country turned the capital city upside down without finding the girl, they began to search the temples.
The events of that year were etched into the history books of Great Yan.
Statues of Bodhisattvas in Lianhua Temple were destroyed and toppled; the head of the temple and all monks silently shed tears.
It wasn't until a member of Yan's iron cavalry struck a Novice Monk with his sword.
The head of Lianhua Temple hurled himself forward, his Kasaya drenched in blood.
That day, all monks of the temple violated their oath against killing, reducing the three thousand iron cavalry of Great Yan to dust.
This was Vajra's Furious Eyes!
Dai Ling's cold eyes gazed at the faint golden light, remaining silent.
"Ling'er, you should withdraw first, there will surely be a ferocious battle soon," Tian Cansou transmitted his voice.
The seal had already been broken, and it seemed the malevolent energy was also suppressed by the body of Fa Zhi, now was the time to collect that trace of nature's spiritual energy.
"Great Elder...."
Dai Ling stopped short, wanting to say more.
"This place is filled with top-notch experts, you are not their match," Tian Cansou breathed deeply and said.
"I understand," Dai Ling nodded and retreated several steps toward the back.
In the vast expanse of Jianghu, with her cultivation, she was a well-known figure. But now, in front of Vilu Hall, she was not an opponent that anyone here would need more than one move to defeat—except, of course, for that Guo Yuchun.
The monks present continued to sit cross-legged on the ground, reciting the Buddhist scriptures, seemingly conducting rites for the late Fa Zhi.
"Swoosh! Swoosh!"
Just then, two dark shadows leapt from afar, rushing towards Vilu Hall.
These two people were none other than Li Yue and that old crone.
"Huh!? There are intruders!"
All the people present frowned simultaneously.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Liu Qingshan was the first to make a move, concentrating his inner strength into his palm, and struck out towards the front.
"Boom!"
A gigantic handprint pushed forth horizontally, and the air emitted a thunderous roar.
"Swoosh! Swoosh!"
The old crone paused in her steps, twisted her wrist, and from her fingertips emerged several Flying Needles.
The force of the needles was soft and persistent, specifically designed to counteract the fierce and overbearing handprint.
The Flying Needles pierced through, and Liu Qingshan's handprint dissipated into nothing in an instant. The needles themselves also stuck into the stone slabs, faintly glimmering in the moonlight.
Li Yue and the old crone then stood atop Vilu Hall, looking down at the crowd below.
"When the One-Leaf Flying Needle passes, peace remains in the world."
Tian Cansou looked up at the old crone with knitted brows, "Pavilion Master of the Moon Pavilion from Wind and Rain Tower?"
Of the five factions, Wind and Rain Tower was undoubtedly the most mysterious. To this day, no one knew exactly where the main base of Wind and Rain Tower was, only that they communicated with their assassins through extremely secretive means. These assassins were either recruits along the way or trained by Wind and Rain Tower itself.
Wind and Rain Tower had the Sun and Moon Pavilion, all under their command were assassins of the highest order. Pavilion Master Ling Yuhua of the Moon Pavilion was known in Jianghu as 'Meng Po of The Mortal World'. Rumor had it that she was incredibly beautiful when she was young, with countless young and promising men in Jianghu falling at her feet. However, she was treacherously scheming, and it was unknown in Jianghu why she remained unmarried all her life with such beauty.
Later, she joined the infamous Wind and Rain Tower, becoming a top assassin. Her Flying Needles took a life with each strike, terrifying to the point of chilling one's heart, and among First Grade Experts who fell to her assassination attempts, she succeeded more often than not.
An Jing had never seen Ling Yuhua before, but he had heard of her notorious name. The reputation of 'Meng Po of The Mortal World' was no trivial matter—her strength was definitely not inferior to Tian Cansou's. What surprised him, though, was the woman with a black veil next to Ling Yihua; she looked somewhat familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before.
"I didn't expect you to come and join the excitement,"
said Liu Qingshan impassively.
The appearance of Wind and Rain Tower was somewhat unexpected to him.
Ling Yuhua stood on the eaves, with the moon haloing behind her, lending her an aura of vague mystique, "Brother Liu, you want this nature's spiritual energy, but coincidentally, so do I."
"Then let's see if you have the ability," Liu Qingshan said indifferently.
"I have many abilities, especially when it comes to killing—as for that, I am unmatched under heaven," replied Ling Yuhua.
If someone else had said these words, they would certainly be scoffed at, but the woman before them was the Pavilion Master of the Moon Pavilion of Wind and Rain Tower—who in the world would dare to laugh at her words?
Tian Cansou's eyebrows were tightly knit. More and more high-level experts were showing up, which meant that the struggle for the strand of nature's spiritual energy was becoming increasingly fierce.
Just how many more experts would come?
"In the past, love letters were sent to mountain ghosts; the heart's affairs, to the western winds."
Just at that moment, a languid voice came from the front of Vilu Hall.
"Huh!?"
Upon hearing this voice, An Jing felt as if he was in a dream—it was too familiar! So familiar that it was a bit unbelievable.
"What a shame the mountain ghost couldn't read, and the western winds blow eastward."
One saw an old scholar, smiling and amiable, ascending the steps, and said, "Yuhua, it has been a while."
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