Chapter 900: Blade raised, Liaochen dies!

"If I didn't misunderstand, you and Senior Zhou indeed practiced the same evil technique."

Chen Guanlou gave a thumbs up to his own wild imagination; he guessed it randomly and actually guessed it right.

"This old monk admits you are very talented; just relying on a few clues, you can deduce so much content. Since you know this old monk practiced an evil technique, you still dare to break into this old monk's forbidden area. Young man, you really don't fear death."

Monk Liaochen's mouth curled up slightly, with an unfathomable, wise-in-grasp, everything-under-control smug look.

Chen Guanlou smiled along, not caring at all about what kind of fart Liaochen was letting out.

A person who was half-crippled was playing schemes and tricks in front of him. But he forgot that in the face of absolute strength, all schemes and tricks were scum.

He continued to ask: "Then, the evil technique you practiced really came from the palace? You and he actually practiced the same technique; what was the point of that?"

"What do you know? You, a person who has only stepped half a foot into the Grandmaster realm, don't understand anything at all. Do you know how difficult it has been for this old monk all these years? Cultivation is hard to advance, yet there is no solution. In the world of martial arts, once you reach the Grandmaster step, you can't find any reference books. All techniques stop at Grandmaster! Above Grandmaster, it all depends on one's own exploration; there isn't even a bit of experience left by predecessors to learn from."

Monk Liaochen became angrier the more he spoke, and steam rose from the top of his head, which could be called a great spectacle.

Chen Guanlou retreated half a step. "But as far as I know, the royal ancestor is a Great Grandmaster. Could it be that he has no experience to pass on?"

Monk Liaochen, upon hearing this, seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.

He laughed angrily, his face twisted and ferocious. "Hahaha... If it were you, would you pass it on? People say that after stepping into Grandmaster, every step must rely on one's own realization. But realization is easy to say, yet how difficult it is to do.

This old monk has spent years with green lamps and ancient Buddhas, devoutly chanting scriptures and seeking enlightenment before the Buddha, only hoping that one day I can make some progress and find my Great Dao in Buddhist dharma. But year after year passed, and everything was vanity!

Can you understand the feeling of working hard for countless years and having everything return to zero? No, you can't understand. You people with excellent talent, you cultivate so easily, you can't understand the difficulties of ordinary martial artists at all.

Fortunately, this old monk entered the palace, fortunately, this old monk broke into that tomb chamber and saw a scene I will never forget. Hahaha... Chen Guanlou, today is your death day, and this place is your burial ground!"

"Are you sure?" Chen Guanlou raised his eyebrows slightly. "Before I take your head, answer me one last question. Why do you and Zhou Mobai practice the same technique?"

"There was no choice!" Monk Liaochen closed his eyes painfully, seemingly recalling something. "So many technique classics, yet not a single one could be opened. Only that "Blood Cultivation Inverse Method" could be opened, and the content on it could be seen. What kind of immortal means, it's clearly a means to make things difficult for people. So many technique classics, all left behind by immortals. Yet not a single one could be taken away, and not a single one could be opened! Do you know, every time this old monk thinks of that scene, my heart aches so much I can't breathe!"

Monk Liaochen clutched his chest, looking like he was indeed very uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that his breathing became rapid.

At that very moment, Monk Liaochen opened his five claws, and the corpses on the ground suddenly flew up, and blood flew out from their bodies, as if drawn by an invisible container, flying toward Liaochen.

The blood was actually still hot!

Liaochen opened his mouth wide, greedily sucking the flying blood.

It sounds like a long story, but everything happened in an instant.

How could Chen Guanlou hesitate? Draw the blade, kill!

"You can't kill me! You can't kill me! I am a Grandmaster, no one in the world can kill me!" Facing the death sniper, Liaochen made a final counterattack. Relying on the nourishment of blood, his cultivation soared crazily. Little did he know, this was drinking poison to quench thirst, a flash in the pan!

His body danced in mid-air!

At the same time...

Blade raised, blade fell!

The head hit the ground!

The corpse without a head fell heavily onto the stone bed, smashing onto the young corpses.

It was over!

Chen Guanlou, with the strength of the Ninth Rank peak, challenged a Grandmaster across levels and successfully killed Monk Liaochen!

Challenging across levels, heaven's time, earth's advantage, and human harmony, none could be missing!

This was heaven's help!

This was heaven's punishment!

He picked up Liaochen's head, walked out of the tunnel silently, and placed the other party's head squarely on the offering table, facing the main entrance. Anyone who opened the door and came in would see this eye-catching head at first glance.

The secret door at the tunnel entrance had already been destroyed by him. The tunnel entrance was like a monster waiting to devour people, wide open.

Looking at the scene he had carefully crafted, he nodded with slight satisfaction. He gestured a middle finger at Liaochen's head. "You died at my hands, not unjustly!"

The sky was about to brighten!

Facing the cold wind of early morning, stepping on the frost, he returned to the capital.

He didn't care about Zhou Mobai's situation. He only believed that from today on, there would be no more corpse dumping in the capital domain! The case, at least on the official side, was solved, and the Embroidered Uniform Guard took all the credit.

A sunny afternoon.

Chen Guanlou was lying in the Heavenly Prison office sleeping.

Lu Datou ran in from outside in a hurry, as if his father and mother had died.

"Brother, big trouble, big trouble! Master Liaochen of Daxiang Temple has entered Nirvana!"

"Oh!"

Chen Guanlou slowly opened his eyes and scanned outside; the sun was just right, and it was very comfortable to bask in.

"Entered Nirvana? Died so fast?" His tone was cold, not surprised at all.

"Brother, why aren't you surprised at all? That is Master Liaochen, an enlightened high monk! It is said that Master Liaochen is also a royal consort and a martial artist. How did he suddenly enter Nirvana?"

"Time must be up!" Chen Guanlou yawned. "What are people saying outside?"

"Everyone is feeling sorry for Master Liaochen; many believers are crying. They say they want to go to Daxiang Temple to pay their respects!"

A demon, after death, could actually receive the worship and memories of countless believers; it was not in vain that the other party chanted scriptures before the Buddha every day. Even if it was fake, acted, it was all taken as true. At least he had chanted scriptures for decades.

Thinking of this, he sneered. "Does the government have any movement?"

"Government? What does this have to do with the government?" Lu Datou looked confused.

Chen Guanlou felt bored and waved his hand. "Go do your work. If there is new news, come and report to me. If there is nothing, don't disturb my rest."

"Brother, Brother Chen, Master Liaochen has entered Nirvana, aren't you going to Wu Xiang Temple to take a look?"

"I am not a disciple of the Buddhist sect, nor am I a believer; what am I going to do, watch the fun? Those devout believers will definitely hate me to death!"

This was not false!

Devout believers, even if they knew the first half of Monk Liaochen's life was that of a great demon, full of evil, would probably continue to believe. Because they all believed in 'putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the spot.' It further proved that Liaochen was a true Buddha, making the incense of Daxiang Temple even more prosperous! ===== CHAPTER 901 =====