Chapter 100: All Divine Support Is Required

"How do you feel, patrons?" Ignoring Thirteen's gloomy gaze, Tang Luo asked with a smile.

Qiangshu moved his limbs slightly and said sincerely: "Thank you, Master, for saving us twice."

Twice?

Of course it was twice—Qiangshu didn't die from Thirteen's slap because Tang Luo had given the three of them an early enlightenment on the carriage.

It was merely the bare minimum, but at least it guaranteed Qiangshu's survival.

Qiangshu could feel that the gentle power healing his wounds was the same as the warm power that had lodged in his chest after being struck by Thirteen, preserving his life.

Afai wasn't seriously injured enough to require "activated enlightenment"; when he used the Merit Jade Lotus to heal his wounds just now, he also "activated its use" together.

As for Qin Menglan, she actually hadn't suffered any serious injury.

"Monk, you also want to wade into this muddy water?" Sanshi looked at Tang Luo and asked.

"Punishing evil and promoting good is what this poor monk desires." Tang Luo pressed his palms together; even without the bald head and monk's robe, the aura of an enlightened high monk was unmistakable.

"Punishing evil and promoting good?" Thirteen sneered: "You are good, then I am evil?"

"Exactly." Tang Luo nodded.

Whether Thirteen is evil or not, speaking frankly, Tang Luo doesn't know, but Qin Menglan has no need to deceive him.

Then, eliminating this person falls within the scope of eliminating evil and can earn merit power.

Meanwhile, Qiangshu and Afai—Tang Luo healed their wounds and saved them, gaining merit power that exceeded his consumption when saving people.

Punishing evil and promoting good—mission accomplished.

"Nonsense!" Thirteen began "reasoning": "I kill people, you also want to kill people—on what grounds am I evil? Monk, when you kill people, have you never considered that you yourself are the evil one?"

"I have." Tang Luo nodded: "But this poor monk cuts karma, not people; killing to protect life—I would not enter hell, who would?"

It sounded very noble, the image of self-sacrifice.

But that perfunctory intention was almost overflowing—Tang Luo truly did not consider himself a good person.

He had always been free and unrestrained.

As a demon monk appointed by Maitreya, when faced with accusations like "you are not a good person," Tang Luo would only say: "Yes yes, right right." He would throw out a line of "Karma-Slaying Poem" to respond; as for whether others believed it, Tang Luo didn't care.

Acquiring merit power is the true way—judge by actions, not intentions.

Be subjective in being human, objective in doing things.

"Tch, a demon monk." Thirteen tried to break Tang Luo's "Buddhist heart."

If the opponent's fate were truly that of an enlightened high monk practicing orthodox martial arts of a legitimate sect, it would indeed be somewhat possible.

Unfortunately, he faces the person Tang Luo.

Master Xuanzang is broad-minded and would not quarrel with him.

Back then, Yang Jian chased Tang Luo for 108,000 li—Tang Luo still forgave him like his father did?

Monastics, compassion as their embrace.

Ignoring Thirteen, Tang Luo walked to Qiangshu and Afai's side and said: "This poor monk will give you enlightenment—how about enhancing your strength?"

"Huh? Good! Then thank you, Master." Qiangshu was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

This Master Xuanzang should have mastered another supportive skill besides "enlightenment and healing wounds."

Afai said nothing, clasped his hands and nodded—very jianghu.

But in reality, he was holding back a breath after being easily defeated by Thirteen.

"Very good." Tang Luo said: "Then please, both of you, prepare yourselves."

Qiangshu and Afai's faces turned solemn.

Thirteen did not take this opportunity to flee; he knew running would likely be futile.

Only by killing all four here could he have a chance to leave.

If they swarmed him in a group attack, Thirteen wouldn't fear it—he possessed the fate fragment of the Evil King Shi Zhixuan.

Evil King Shi Zhixuan, from *The Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty*, a peerless genius bearing the Heavenly Heart Method, Phantom Demon Body Method, and Indestructible Seal Method—profound martial arts.

But he had a flaw: he was schizophrenic, with a dual personality.

It's unclear whether this was due to the martial arts, but after Thirteen obtained the Evil King's fate and naturally learned the related martial arts, his personality also changed unconsciously.

Ultimately, from an honest man he became the current "evil person."

After killing several people, those individuals had only minor conflicts with Thirteen—even some were his relatives.

The Indestructible Seal Method shares a similar principle with the Heaven and Earth Great Shift.

The Phantom Demon Body Method is ever-changing and mysterious, perfected to the extreme.

Although Thirteen possesses neither—nor could he easily reach Shi Zhixuan's level without fusing more fragments—

it is still enough to let Qin Menglan and others drink heartily.

Qin Menglan's skill is surely still on cooldown; as long as the "healing monk" has no special means, the remaining two are still no threat.

Thirteen can defeat them once—naturally he can defeat them a second time!

"Buddhism is boundless!"

Thirteen's thoughts were interrupted by a voice surging like a torrent, roaring to the utmost peak.

Only then did one see the Xuanzang monk, palms pressed together, letting out a great roar toward Qiangshu and Afai.

Immediately, strange flushes rose on both men's faces, their bodies trembled slightly, and they snapped their heads to stare at Thirteen—so much so they seemed ready to charge forward and fight him directly.

And indeed, that was exactly the case.

When Tang Luo roared "Buddhism is boundless!" at the two, unleashing the Spartan War Cry, they heard the mighty shout and simultaneously felt their hearts surge, their blood boil.

Power kept welling up, urging them to release it, to fight!

"This is Sparta!"

Qiangshu let out a great shout and charged at Thirteen—he himself didn't know why he wanted to shout "This is Sparta," but he just wanted to shout it.

Afly didn't speak, but his speed was even greater than Qiangshu's, the sword in his hand straining to be drawn, about to be unsheathed!

"Idiot!"

Shisan let out a cold shout; aside from lacking skills, his condition was perfectly intact.

Qiangshu had used his skill, Afly still unaware—even if Xuanzang's monk had "Buddhist empowerment," how could he be a match?

Shisan's judgment was quite correct.

The three clashed, but after just a few rounds, Qiangshu was once again flung backward, spitting blood in midair before crashing heavily to the ground.

Afly, on that side, lost his support and immediately struggled to hold on.

But Shisan clearly held back, wary of Tangluo and Qin Menglan not intervening; evidently reserving himself, the two figures kept shifting, swords and palms occasionally clashing.

Afly also barely maintained an undefeated state.

"Also empower me." Qin Menglan said to Tangluo.

Purely speaking of fist and foot kung fu, she could only say she was evenly matched with Qiangshu.

How can Buddhist empowerment be applied arbitrarily? Now only two people can be empowered. Tangluo reached out, shoved the hot dog into Xiaotianquan's mouth, took off the merit jade lotus from her neck, put it back on, and walked to Qiangshu's side.

Qiangshu was very angry, very sorrowful, very ashamed: "Master, I..."

Others healed his wound and even gave him a BUFF, yet the result? Not even a minute later he knelt again.

He felt ashamed toward Tangluo for healing his wound and granting the BUFF!

"No problem, this poor monk is a god-tier support; able to save you once, naturally able to save you a second time." Tangluo revealed a compassionate smile, the merit jade lotus once again emitting a faint glow.

The light fell upon Qiangshu; in less than five seconds, he rose again—old master, once more a true hero!

Tangluo slightly nodded; this time the merit power gained was less than last time, but still profitable.

"Buddhist Dharma is boundless!"

The Spartan battle cry, level one, still had fifteen minutes of effect and was still active; Qiangshu let out a loud shout, charging again toward Shisan—this time, he finally shouted the correct slogan.

When he had just shouted "Sparta," he inexplicably felt a prickling on his back, Xuanzang Dashi's gaze suddenly turning dangerous.

Indeed, Xuanzang Dashi is an enlightened high monk—how could he shout "Sparta"?

On the other side, Shisan really wanted to curse his mother—he had just beaten him into heavy injury, yet he was saved again?

Still full of vigor, when fighting broke out it became even more aggressive—someone healing wounds is impressive!

Indeed, that impressive—returned Qiangshu had no hesitation, every punch thrown without reserve, not caring at all about injury.

Causing considerable trouble for Shisan.

Plus, Afly gradually adapting to Shisan's fighting style, each flash of his fast sword was now even more dangerous than before.

Shisan was no longer as relaxed as at the start; he glanced at Tangluo.

This monk's skill—can it actually be used multiple times in a short span?

Or perhaps...

Shisan recalled a rumor circulating in the journey of gods and demons, not 100% confirmed—namely, that after level three, one can truly master skills, no longer restricted.

Is Xuanzang monk's healing skill a level-three-or-above skill?

With doubt, Shisan's expression turned stern, executing a risky maneuver, narrowly avoiding Afly's blade, then striking his chest with a palm.

Behind him, the increasingly hot-blooded, wide-swinging Qiangshu landed a punch.

Although Shisan also frowned, the force on Qiangshu's fist was utilized by Shisan, the palm force gaining an additional layer!

Afly retreated over ten steps, his face flushing crimson, a mouthful of fresh blood spraying out; then his face turned deathly pale, swaying on the verge of collapse.

Just as he was about to fall, Tangluo appeared behind him: "Don't panic, donor, this poor monk comes to save you again." He placed his palm on Afly's back, adopting the posture of "transmitting skill and healing wounds."

After a moment, Tangluo withdrew his hand; Afly whispered: "Thank you." Then he charged again toward Shisan.

He and Qiangshu grew braver with battle, having a supporter, fighting without worry—too exhilarating.

They wished they could battle Shisan for eight hundred rounds.

"Stinking monk! You're courting death!"

Shisan cursed, this and that opposing, the situation growing increasingly unfavorable for him.

Such high-intensity combat undoubtedly involves enormous consumption.

For Afly and Qiangshu, it's the same; for Shisan, likewise—he currently lacks that deep internal energy to fight someone for three days and nights without distinction of victory or defeat.

"How is it? This poor monk said, this poor monk is quite comprehensive." God-tier support Tangluo looked at Qin Menglan and said.

"..." Qin Menglan said nothing, holding the Xiaotianquan in her arms, gazing at the battlefield.

Two hot-blooded men, eager to regain face, grew braver with battle, now having nothing to do with her.

"Now you admit it, right?" Tangluo said, "Remember to promote me later."

Save first, then eliminate evil.

Double the joy, double the merit power!

Previously Tangluo had no choice; now he wants to be a supporter—no, now, he wants it all!