Chapter 687: The End of Rotten Wood Mountain, Before Heading to Tang

Yu Liancheng's words made Daoshi's expression look very unsightly. He had originally been able to feign the appearance of a high monk, but at this moment, his murderous intent was fully exposed, and he said sternly, "Since you are so eager to throw yourself into the embrace of Haotian, then this humble monk has no choice but to fulfill your wish."

He decided to take action to give the person before him the most severe punishment.

—Infinite pain and death.

Daoshi was a Mind Master; Mind Masters could directly attack an enemy's sea of consciousness, pulling the opponent into their own mental world.

They could also manipulate Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to directly attack the opponent's internal organs. It was invisible, traceless, and extremely powerful.

Daoshi's eyes stared straight at Yu Liancheng, his Mind Power condensing. His pair of pupils appeared increasingly profound, as if they were a brilliant galaxy. A grim and cold smile curled at the corners of his mouth, his Mind Power surging crazily, as if he had already seen the opponent trapped in his mental world, making a fool of himself, and dying a gruesome death.

After a moment of silence.

It was as if a noisy crow had swept across the plaza.

Yu Liancheng asked in confusion, "Aren't you trying to fulfill my wish? Why are you just looking at me? Start already, don't just be glib."

Daoshi was slightly puzzled, then immediately let out a cold snort; he hadn't expected this guy to be a Mind Master as well.

However, even Senior Brother Qinian could not remain unmoved and feel nothing under his Mind Power attack; he feared the man was just putting on a brave front now.

"Go to hell!

"

Daoshi let out another sharp shout.

His Mind Power gushed out from his Snow Mountain Qi Sea like a tidal wave, mobilizing every ounce of his spirit.

This Mind Power was truly terrifying; it carried the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi as if it were tangible, whipping up a violent hurricane that swept toward Yu Liancheng. Yet, the hurricane formed by the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi was blocked by a wall of Qi just three feet before reaching him.

As for the Mind Power attacking his sea of consciousness.

Yu Liancheng finally felt it.

This was no longer like a toothpick stirring in a water vat, but more like an unremarkable speck of dust falling into his sea of consciousness, merely causing two ripples; Yu Liancheng didn't even need to resist, and the ripples automatically dissipated.

Yu Liancheng shook his head and smiled, encouraging Daoshi, "Not bad, keep trying in your next life."

"How is this possible? What kind of demonic art is this guy using?!"

Because Daoshi had poured out all the Mind Power from his Snow Mountain Qi Sea, his face turned pale, and he was stunned for a moment before shouting sharply, "Attack, kill him."

This sharp shout of his was directed at the warrior monk attendants beside him.

The warrior monk let out a sharp cry, stepped forward several paces, flipped his palm, and an iron staff forged from refined Iron whistled through the air as he smashed it toward Yu Liancheng.

Yu Liancheng flicked his hand, using a technique to borrow force to strike back. The iron staff turned in an incredible way, and amidst the warrior monk's terrified expression, the head of the staff swept horizontally toward his own head. With a "bang," a head exploded, literally blown apart by the staff head. The headless corpse swayed for a moment, then fell heavily to the ground.

"You're a monk, why are you always thinking about smashing other people's brains like walnuts? Well, now you've smashed your own. Amitabha."

Yu Liancheng held one hand upright against his chest and chanted, "Amitabha."

"This person has fallen into the Demon path!? He is a remnant of the Demon Sect!?"

Just at this moment, a resentful and frantic voice rang out; it was Aunt Quni Madi. One could see every wrinkle on her face revealing an aura of malice and glee as she scolded, "This person used one hand to deflect a full-force strike from a warrior monk, and there was not the slightest flow of Heaven and Earth energy; he must have fallen into the Demon path without a doubt. He is a remnant of the Demon Sect!"

Even for a practitioner at Knowing Destiny Peak, the physical body is not very tough. There are only two types of practitioners in the world who can casually deflect the full-force strike of a powerful warrior monk, and since this man in the bamboo hat did not use Mind Power to summon Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to protect his body, he is naturally not practicing Martial Dao, which also proves he is practicing the Demon Sect's arts—those purely demonic arts.

Remnant of the Demon Sect!?

Yu Liancheng's expression turned solemn; he suddenly raised his head and looked at Quni Madi.

For some reason, Quni Madi's body trembled, and she felt an inexplicable fear. Putting on a brave front, she said, "You wretch, remnant of the Demon Sect! Today, practitioners from the Hanging Temple, Xiling Divine Palace, Sword Pavilion, White Pagoda Temple, and others are all gathered here. You, a remnant of the Demon Sect, actually dare to show yourself? Today is the day you die."

"Heh." Yu Liancheng's tone carried a sneer as he walked slowly and unhurriedly toward where Quni Madi was.

"Stop!

" Daoshi blocked Yu Liancheng's path abruptly, a string of prayer beads floating in the air.

"Earlier you used Mind Power to attack me; now, taste my Mind Power attack." Yu Liancheng did not stop his pace, and a wisp of divine thought drilled into Daoshi's sea of consciousness.

Daoshi's expression was stern; he knew this person was a great enemy he had encountered in his life, but as long as he could break his bamboo hat, he might not be unable to win.

In Daoshi's view, even Senior Brother Qinian, who had one foot across into the Five Realms, could not completely ignore his Mind Power; the reason this person could do so was mostly related to that bamboo hat.

He took out his life-bound prayer beads, his fighting spirit rising, ready to launch the most lethal strike at any moment.

First break the hat, then kill the man!

However, the next moment, he found that he had lost all desire to fight.

A golden, radiant Buddha statue filled with an aura of compassion and peace appeared in his sea of consciousness, yet the expression on this Buddha was so indifferent and majestic. The lips were tightly pursed, as if they were a line—a line carved by a chisel—as if it had not spoken for millions of years, and there was nothing worth him opening his mouth for.

More importantly, this Buddha was huge, very huge.

An ant might have fighting spirit against a flying insect or a spider, but it would never have any fighting spirit against a high mountain; just by standing there, it gave one an infinite sense of oppression.

This Buddha was still constantly enlarging, constantly rising, expanding the entire sea of consciousness outward.

No!

It was too big.

It was truly too big.

So big that it was unbearable.

Daoshi clutched his forehead, in extreme pain; his entire mind felt as if a behemoth had been stuffed into it, and it was constantly expanding.

"Ah!

" With a shrill scream, Daoshi's head "popped" and exploded, following in the footsteps of the warrior from before.

"No! Daoshi!

"

Seeing this scene before her, Quni Madi let out a sharp cry, her face twisted, and pain appeared in her eyes.

In reality, Daoshi was the illegitimate son of her and the Peak Master of the Hanging Temple; if not for this, she would not have gone to such great lengths to have people convene the Debate Assembly.

"Alright, don't be anxious, I'll send you mother and son to reunite right now." In the blink of an eye, Yu Liancheng appeared before Quni Madi.

"You wicked beast! Go to hell!

"

Quni Madi let out a sharp shriek, every wrinkle on her face seemingly filled with malice and hatred.

Her withered, thin body leaped up, and as she held her cane horizontally, a rich, mellow Buddhist aura surged forth.

That this old woman could throw her weight around in the cultivation world for so many years was due not only to her superior seniority but also to her truly formidable cultivation.

It is just a pity that this time, she encountered Yu Liancheng.

"So, am I a remnant of the Demon Sect, or a wicked beast?"

Yu Liancheng's expression was calm. With a flip of his palm, a vast and pure palm force struck out across the air. The cane, imbued with Buddhist aura, was instantly shattered into two pieces by the force, and the remaining power slammed heavily into Quni Madi's chest, causing her to vomit blood, fly backward, and crash into several monks behind her, resulting in a chorus of broken bones and incessant screams.

Watching Quni Madi, who lay on the ground struggling twice before finally dying, Yu Liancheng sighed: "It seems you are unable to answer this question."

With the death of Quni Madi, the entire scene was in an uproar.

This old woman's seniority was too high, and she was a royal relative of the Yuelun Kingdom; yet, she had been slapped to death with a single palm. Some felt horrified, while others who had suffered at her hands felt a sense of great satisfaction.

"Those who court death cannot live," Cheng Ziqing shook his head.

A figure flashed by; it was the Guanhai Monk who had finally rushed over. He had been guarding the corpse of Qishandashi.

The Guanhai Monk looked at Quni Madi, chanted "Amitabha," and then looked at Yu Liancheng, sighing: "Benefactor Yu, no matter what, Aunt Quni was a senior. How could you, just because of a slip of the tongue..."

"One who lacks dignity in old age does not deserve the title of senior. Besides, I have reunited her with her son so they need not suffer the pain of separation; I have done a great good deed."

Yu Liancheng laughed heartily, then looked around, feeling the wildly surging Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi and the cultivators eager to eliminate the remnant of the Demon Sect. He smiled slightly and casually took off his bamboo hat: "Whoever among you wishes to eliminate demons and defend the Dao, feel free to strike. Please, do not be polite. Of course, I trust that when you strike, you are also prepared to die at the hands of this remnant of the Demon Sect."

When the bamboo hat was removed, everyone felt a strange change in the figure and temperament of the man before them. In an instant, the ordinary man in the bamboo hat transformed into a presence with black hair draped over his shoulders, transcending the mundane like a god or demon, his aura as deep as an abyss and as vast as the sea.

The face beneath the bamboo hat was even more handsome and immortal, beyond the power of words to describe, with the corners of his mouth upturned to form an intoxicating and evil smile.

"Yu Liancheng!"

"He... he... is Yu Liancheng!"

"

After the brief clamor and astonishment came endless silence and fear.

Among the representatives of the Xiling Divine Palace, there were many Divine Officials and Deacons who had participated in the Taoshan incident back then. Seeing this figure who had appeared in their nightmares, they could not help but tremble.

Many others had seen portraits of Yu Liancheng. Although the portraits might not have captured his true essence, they could still discern that such a handsome and flawless man must undoubtedly be Yu Liancheng.

The group of cultivators who had originally intended to attack all felt a chill run through their bodies, as if they had walked before the Ghost Gate.

Yu Liancheng was the one who had entered Taoshan alone and taken away all the peach blossoms on the mountain.

Although there were many cultivators here, compared to the Xiling Divine Palace at that time, it was like a minor witch meeting a great witch.

This guy was likely above the Five Realms, and even if he wasn't, he was on par with Liu Bai, an invincible existence in the human world. If this group of people went up, wouldn't they just be throwing their lives away?

Yu Liancheng stood with his hands behind his back, a smile on his lips, his gaze sweeping across the field.

Wherever his gaze fell, the cultivators retreated like a receding tide, not daring to meet his eyes.

"Hahaha, the cultivators of the world are nothing more than this." Yu Liancheng laughed, walked out of the square, and took Tianmaonv's hand: "Let's go. When it comes to verbal skills, these people are no match for me. When it comes to physical skills, they are even further behind me by a hundred thousand miles. There is nothing worth seeing."

"Let's go find the Mountain Master," Tianmaonv said.

"Good!"

The two walked further and further away, while the square fell into a long silence.

The Guanhai Monk sighed leisurely, thinking to himself: Master, that this person has not turned into a Demon is already a great fortune for the world; how could he be called a Human Buddha?

The Yulan Festival had ended.

The debate had ended.

During the debate, the appearance of Yu Liancheng had stirred up quite a few waves in the world.

Of course, Yu Liancheng did not care. He only felt that this trip had been very fruitful: first, he had planted the chess piece that was Ye Su, and second, he had obtained the Buddha's Chessboard.

It might take some time for Ye Su to play his part, but this Buddha's Chessboard was indeed an extremely useful treasure. Besides the fact that the Chessboard itself was incredibly sturdy and could be used to smash people, it also contained a small world, which could be used as a Storage Space and could also accelerate or slow down time.

If one practiced in the world within the Chessboard, staying inside for a year would only be one day in the outside world.

However, although the Chessboard was in his hands, there was still a hidden danger within it.

—The Buddha.

The Buddha was inside the Chessboard, and he was in a state of neither life nor death.

To prevent this guy from causing trouble for him at a critical moment, after returning to Mogan Mountain, Yu Liancheng spent a large portion of his time refining the Chessboard.

At this moment.

In the Chessboard world.

A great Buddha stood between heaven and earth, his head almost level with the firmament, his face obscured in the clouds and mist, his expression ethereal.

He pointed one finger to the sky and one finger to the earth. His pair of Buddha eyes were lowered, his lips slightly pursed, showing a look of compassion and pity.

Beside the great Buddha, there were countless Buddhas, countless Bodhisattvas, and countless Vajra...

This was a Buddha Kingdom.

Yu Liancheng was in this Buddha Kingdom.

He looked at that great Buddha.

In front of this great Buddha, he truly had no sense of presence, as if he were an ant.

"Will you leave on your own, or shall I send you away?" Yu Liancheng spoke calmly.

"Amitabha."

Amidst an ethereal Buddhist chant, cracks appeared on the Buddha's body with a "crack, crack" sound. In an instant, spiderweb-like cracks covered him, and he shattered like broken porcelain, finally disintegrating inch by inch and turning into ashes.

Amidst thousands of Buddhist chants, one Buddha, Bodhisattva, and Lohan after another began to disintegrate; the scene was spectacular.

Yu Liancheng stood in the void with his hands behind his back, his gaze seemingly looking into the distance, and he shook his head: "To think he isn't dead yet; what a nuisance. But this will at least let him rest for a while."

This Chessboard was the world created by the Buddha. Although he had refined the Chessboard and forced the Buddha into a desperate situation, as long as this Chessboard existed, the Buddha would continue to exist unless every flower and blade of grass within it was ground to nothing. This time, it was merely enough to make the Buddha fall into a brief slumber. However, that was enough.

He had already thought of a way to kill the Buddha.

Yu Liancheng withdrew himself from the Chessboard and cast his gaze toward the direction of Datang.

Over there, an old man who has lived for over a thousand years has been waiting for him for a long time.

It is time to go to Datang.

However, before leaving Mogan Mountain, Yu Liancheng opened the "Heavenly Weeping Scripture" and left behind the 'shadow' of a peerless expert.

He had a premonition that this 'shadow' would not be in vain.