Chapter 506

Nonsense.

Listening to Minamoto Choryo's words, the monk's first reaction was that he was using gibberish to distract his mind, or to delay his progress in recovering from his injuries.

But Minamoto Choryo was willing to talk, so he was naturally happy to drag it out like this.

"What... did you say?"

He put on an expression of disbelief.

Minamoto Choryo shook his head with a smile.

"You don't believe it at all, do you?"

He smiled and pointed a few times with his folding fan from afar.

"Then I'll ask you a few questions."

"Why is the inheritance of your Enryaku-ji exactly the same as the inheritance of Shaolin in the Central Plains? If, according to the claims in your temple, it was a Heavenly Demon named Bodhidharma who stole the true Dharma, shouldn't the Shaolin secret manuals be written in Japanese? Why is it that you need to learn Central Plains language to understand your own true Dharma?"

"Why is the body of your Buddhist Heavenly Demon stored in my Shinto Izumo Grand Shrine?"

He looked at the monk's face, which was becoming more and more flushed but did not show panic, and slowly spat out the last sentence.

"Of course, I know you must have doubted these obvious questions countless times, and I know you have found countless excuses and explanations for yourselves over the past thousand years, so you only feel angry now, but it hasn't shaken your stupid concepts."

"But—what if I could do this?"

Minamoto Choryo smiled, held the heart in his hand in front of him, slowly passed a trace of true Qi into it, and at the same time, his five fingers closed bit by bit, embedding into the heart.

The monk snorted coldly.

"Flesh and blood that has already left the body, no matter how you ruin it, it doesn't matter. Do you think I would be—ugh!"

He was originally prepared to scold sharply, but just as he spoke halfway, as Minamoto Choryo's fingers slowly embedded into the heart, he suddenly felt something wrong.

A strange feeling rippled through his body.

It was as if a cold poisonous snake that had been dormant in his body for a long time was awakened by Minamoto Choryo's movements, swimming bit by bit toward his dantian, entangling his five internal organs and six bowels together.

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of pink blood foam!

"What... did you do?"

The monk raised his head in shock and anger.

Minamoto Choryo said with a smile.

"How is it? Do you suddenly feel your true Qi Zhou Tian reversing, bit by bit blocking the meridians you've opened, and the Heavenly Human realm you've achieved is also tottering, and you can't even run healing techniques?"

"Don't be anxious, this is not the end—hoo."

He blew a breath at the heart.

Thump.

The monk lunged forward and fell to the ground. Before he could land, the wound on his abdomen suddenly bled, and a mass of filth dropped out with a squish.

"You ugh cough, ugh cough!"

The monk wanted to speak, but was horrified to find—he had no martial arts anymore, his dantian and meridians were empty, and his mind was clouded. Healing techniques were difficult to sustain, blood surged into his throat, taking away his ability to speak, and he could only tremble and cough.

A pair of wooden clogs stepped in front of him, and Minamoto Choryo's voice with a trace of pity came from above his head.

"One last question."

"Why am I able to destroy your internal power, push back your realm, and disperse your true Qi?"

"Because what you practice is not any so-called Buddhist true Dharma, but the inheritance seized by Amaterasu after killing the Heavenly Demon—it's just that He left an extremely tiny key in it."

Minamoto Choryo squatted down, used his folding fan to hold the monk's chin, lifted his head, looked at him, and said softly.

"It is precisely this insignificant key that allows you to step into the Heavenly Human realm without practicing Buddhist precepts. It is also this key that allows me to disperse your realm whenever I need to."

"Now, do you believe it?"