Chapter 439

Gu Hanyuan's laughter carried the power of the "Ghost Prison Yin Wind Roar" and the "Soul-Shifting Technique".

It immediately awakened the two who seemed to have turned from enemies into friends.

Xiao Yuanshan and Southern Southern Murong Bo both had their expressions change drastically.

Instantly moving away from the Sweeping Monk.

Xiao Yuanshan said angrily:

"You demonic monk actually wanted to convert this old man!"

Southern Southern Murong Bo's expression was also ugly.

He had struggled his whole life for the restoration of his country.

And had almost become a slave to Buddhism.

He shouted sternly:

"I respected you as a high-ranking Buddhist monk, but I didn't expect you to secretly use poisonous hands. Shameless!"

Everyone felt that the South Shaolin Assembly today was full of twists and turns.

They thought it was a high monk converting two Grandmasters trapped in a miasma.

They didn't expect it to be conversion into slavery.

Their gazes toward South Shaolin became strange.

Especially Kumārajīva, who was even more terrified.

Just a moment ago, he had almost gone to beg the Sweeping Monk for help.

And very likely would have been converted as well.

Duan Zhengchun recognized the identity of the newcomer with an ugly expression.

He shouted in a deep voice:

"Wutian!"

Ruan Xingzhu looked at Wutian with some curiosity.

She knew that Gan Baobao had been snatched by this person.

However, she was in no position to blame Gan Baobao now.

Her disdain for Duan Zhengchun increased by another point.

Everyone had heard of the name Wutian.

Seeing him in black robes, wearing an Asura mask, holding a purple long sword, and with a cold aura,

it did indeed fit the image.

The Sweeping Monk's face turned dark.

He didn't expect that after working hard for so long,

and being on the verge of converting the two,

not only was he interrupted by Gu Hanyuan,

but the purpose of South Shaolin was also exposed.

Greatly affecting the reputation of South Shaolin.

However, just as the Sweeping Monk was about to question him, he was stopped by Monk Wuse.

Monk Wuse put his hands together and said in a deep voice:

"So the benefactor is Wutian. Can you return the monk from our temple that you abducted during your visit late at night a few days ago?"

Gu Hanyuan smiled playfully:

"That little monk is in the mortal world and is not suitable for cultivation at South Shaolin. I found him a good home."

"I see. Then I wonder what brings the benefactor here today?"

Monk Wuse did not want to dwell on this matter.

He did not know Xuzhu's identity.

So why would he care about a young disciple of the 'Xu' generation?

Gu Hanyuan said coldly:

"I came here today to expose the hypocrisy of your Buddhism."

"Why does the benefactor say that?"

Monk Wuse's expression changed slightly.

He had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, he heard Gu Hanyuan say contemptuously:

"Are you still going to quibble? The so-called 'Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts' are fundamentally a trap."

He looked one by one at Xiao Yuanshan, Southern Southern Murong Bo, and Kumārajīva, whose expressions had changed drastically.

"If one truly practices Buddhism according to what that Sweeping Monk says, one naturally becomes a person of your Buddhism. If one does not practice Buddhism, one will suffer internal injuries; this kind of internal injury is equivalent to planting a Buddhist seed in a person's heart."

Gu Hanyuan finally sneered:

"Once the seed sprouts, one either dies from severe injury or is converted by you into a Buddhist lackey. It is truly a good calculation."

Monk Wuse had practiced for many years.

He should not have been angered.

But Gu Hanyuan's statement pierced through the plot that South Shaolin had been planning all along.

How could he endure it?

"The benefactor slanders Buddhism so much. This old monk has no choice but to act as a Vajra protector today."

"After all that, you still want to fight. I was just about to ask for advice on the Master's high skills again."

Gu Hanyuan smiled coldly.

The magic sword in his hand danced.

"Sword Twenty-Two" appeared again.

This time, it was not like that night, which was mainly about entanglement.

Sword Qi filled the sky.

Falling gracefully toward the South Shaolin monks.

The Sweeping Monk's expression changed.

He hurriedly stepped forward to block it for them.

The sound of clanging rang out from the "Three-Foot Qi Wall" from time to time.

For a time, even though it was not broken again,

it was covered in sword marks.

Kumārajīva was shocked.

This power could not be mentioned in the same breath as the "Sword Twenty-Two" he had faced initially.

He thought Gu Hanyuan had shown him great mercy.

Otherwise, he would have been smashed to pieces long ago.

He even felt a trace of gratitude toward Gu Hanyuan because of this.

Xiao Yuanshan, Southern Southern Murong Bo, and Kumārajīva already knew that South Shaolin had no good intentions toward them.

At this moment, the "Sword Twenty-Two" pressed the South Shaolin monks so they could not move.

The three looked at each other.

And fled the scene one after another.

At this moment, the North Beggar Sect crowd was guarding against Xiao Feng.

He took out the "Dog-Beating Staff" with an ugly expression.

Knowing that he could no longer be the leader of the North Beggar Sect.

Compared to the crowd's pleas in the Apricot Forest,

this time, not a single person spoke for him.

Xiao Feng sighed long upon seeing this.

After handing the "Dog-Beating Staff" to Bai Shijing, he chased after Xiao Yuanshan.

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