Chapter 65: My apologies, the monk is the reincarnation of Yama; the Underworld has no way to deal with him

"Excellent, truly fierce!"

The young monk exhaled and shouted, and a snowy-white smoke light, swift as a divine dragon, shot out across the sky. It was shockingly the 'Thunder Sound Electric Dragon' of the Universal Flow Electric Energy.

Wang Yuyan was caught off guard and was sent flying ten zhang away.

Zhuang Buran's intent shifted slightly, and the snowy-white smoke light flashed. At this moment, Duan Yu's mind had already lost its defense; he was struck violently, spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood, and flew away horizontally.

The Xiao father and son had tense expressions, but that snowy-white smoke light came and went in an instant, appearing like a ghost. Even with extreme vigilance, they could not avoid being hit in the chest or back, suffering injuries and falling to the ground.

At this time, the young monk seemed to have completed his final counterattack and appeared to be exhausted.

One could see his body was a ghastly sight; not only were both his hands and one foot broken, but his Danzhong acupoint had been severely damaged, and a hollow, bloody hole had appeared in his chest.

"Cough, cough, cough. The monk actually forgot that you are also a 'lick-dog'—so you had already given away half of the internal energy you obtained."

In the distance, Duan Yu ignored his heavily injured body and struggled to crawl toward Wang Yuyan, while Xiao Feng, with a face full of pain, knelt beside the heavily injured and dying Xiao Yuanshan.

A short while later, no matter what Duan Yu and Wang Yuyan said, they both possessed over a hundred years of internal energy. Although heavily injured, they still had the strength for one more battle.

Xiao Feng, however, was naturally gifted and had always grown stronger the more he fought. The injuries he suffered only served to increase his combat power further.

The three of them walked with cold expressions to a spot five zhang away from the young monk.

"Hehe, no wonder you could carve out the name 'North Qiaofeng' in such a vast martial arts world." The young monk raised his eyes and looked at Wang Yuyan:

"It is also no wonder that the female benefactor could heavily injure the monk. Your eyes are quite venomous; you saw that my 'Thunder Sound Electric Dragon' just now, although I sat motionless and could attack and defend at will, could only be controlled within ten steps."

Duan Yu looked at the corpses covering the mountains and plains, and he also saw the scene of Duan Zhengchun—who he did not know if was his father or not—sleeping forever.

He spat out a mouthful of turbid air and said to the young monk:

"Things have reached this point; you have no chance of a comeback. Even without us taking action, I fear you will soon drop dead."

In the distance, the four sisters of Meijian tried their best to break free from the vines on their bodies, but they simply could not. They did not care whether their master was good or evil; they only knew that this was the master of Lingjiu Palace appointed by the old master, and the new master they were to serve for a lifetime.

Just as they were about to loudly curse the thief, the vines on their bodies changed, actually wrapping around their mouths.

On the other side, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhuang Buran's mouth:

"Benefactor Duan, you did not hear clearly what the monk said earlier. In the path of martial arts, I possess gifts beyond what you all can imagine."

"Do you all not think my internal energy was practiced in vain? Do you understand what it means to shake the past and dazzle the present?"

His tone paused slightly, and he said with a serious face:

"A mere fatal wound, what is there to worry about!"

Wang Yuyan sneered:

"Evil monk, you still dare to babble here. Could it be that besides being heartless and uninhibited, you are also a madman?"

"Daughter of Li Qingluo of the Gusu Wang Family, Mantuo Mountain Villa—do you know that the monk also has a father-killing feud with you?"

Zhuang Buran suddenly laughed out loud:

"Hahaha, I didn't know until I looked, and I was startled when I did. I didn't expect that I would have father-killing feuds with all three benefactors, and even the monk's false body has been stained with father-feuds."

"I have quite a fate with you all, truly a fate!"

His gaze turned to Wang Yuyan:

"You are the daughter born to Li Qingluo and Duan Zhengchun."

Zhuang Buran looked at Duan Yu again, his face playful:

"If the monk said I lied to you earlier, and that Duan Yanqing being your biological father was just a ghost story to deceive people, what would you think?"

Duan Yu's expression was strange. He was silent for a long time, then gritted his teeth and said:

"You truly are an evil monk whom everyone wants to kill."

Zhuang Buran did not care and glanced at Xiao Feng:

"Why must you put on this posture? The biological father of the monk's false body committed grave sins, but how much better could your biological father be?"

"He killed your mentor and also killed the foster parents who treated you like their own son."

"Could it be that just because Old Benefactor Xiao is your father, you can let bygones be bygones and act as if nothing happened?"

"If that is the case, the monk would have to place you on the same level as that Xianbei mongrel Murong Fu."

"Speaking of which, if you cannot let go of the grudge, wouldn't the monk's actions be equivalent to helping you avenge all your great feuds? In this way, your mentor and foster parents should be able to rest in peace."

When he said this, a different emotion appeared on his face:

"The monk has bestowed such a great favor upon you; why do you still want to kill me? Shouldn't you immediately kneel and kowtow to express your gratitude for which there are no words?"

"After all, the people you dared not kill, the monk helped you kill; the feuds you could not avenge, the monk helped you avenge!"

Once these words were spoken, everyone who heard them felt their sense of right and wrong shatter; they could not imagine why such an evil person existed in the world.

Xiao Feng did not even know what to say, only spitting out two words:

"Evil monk!"

"It seems you are also a foolish person who cannot see through grievances and hatred." A trace of mockery appeared on the young monk's brow:

"You don't even understand the principle that great grievances must have residual grievances."

In an instant, the three of them suddenly sensed something was wrong, only to see a layer of fine sand appearing before their feet, as if blown by a breeze, gathering and scattering.

"The monk wasting words with you was to set up an array. You all wasting words with the monk—could it be you were really waiting for the monk to die from his severe injuries?"

Zhuang Buran shook his head lightly:

"My apologies, the monk is the reincarnation of Yama; the Underworld cannot take me."

Strong winds surged all around, and the dust and sand on the ground suddenly rose. The air was immediately filled with dust and sand, flying rocks and sand, like a sandstorm, trapping Xiao Feng and the others.

Furthermore, the onlookers' expressions changed drastically, their pupils shaking as if they were seeing something inconceivable.

One could see white clouds and smoke appearing around the young monk. As he stepped on the auspicious clouds like an immortal, his missing hands and feet recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the hollow, bloody hole in his chest saw white clouds and smoke appear, as if healing the wound itself.

"This is... he has attained the Dao and become a Buddha!"

Many monks said, dumbfounded.

There were also many high monks who saw this scene and secretly wondered if their own mortal eyes were unable to see the true Buddha, leading to this misunderstanding.

In this situation, no matter who saw it, eight words would likely appear in their hearts:

"The Buddha's son descends to the world, the holy monk arrives in the mortal realm."

Xiao Feng and the others, surrounded by the sandstorm, could not hide the shock in their eyes. Duan Yu, who had worshipped Buddha since he was young, was even more stunned on the spot, not knowing what he was thinking.

The young monk hung above the clouds and smoke, lowering his eyes and sighing lightly:

"Sigh, even if I let my Middle Dantian be completely destroyed, I still cannot break through to the third level. Could it be that I must have my Upper Dantian destroyed before I can truly go all-in and step into the third level?"

"When all is said and done... these people are just too useless."

He looked down at the ground and said calmly:

"Once the Sinking Sand Array of the Universal Flow Wind Energy is activated, it is a fight to the death."

"The three benefactors have two choices: either use brute force to break it, or turn into corpses buried by the dust and sand."

"I wonder if you can give the monk a surprise."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 66 =====