Chapter 565: Susanoo

The headless corpses fell.

This Buddhist expert with the same or even higher realm than Yuan Chaoliang, the leader of Japanese Buddhism, and perhaps one of the few experts among the contemporary Japanese experts who could fight a few moves with Li Miao, just lost his life inexplicably.

"Seat Master!"

The sword-wielding monk lying on the ground had his eyes splitting, but no matter how he drove it, the true energy and muscles as strong as refined steel that were originally as easy to use as his arms did not listen at all.

"Cough cough."

Yuan Chaoliang coughed a few times, finally healed his injuries, stood up, and gasped for a few breaths. He actually stepped forward and, as if venting, struck dozens of palms at the old monk's corpse.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of sounds, the corpse turned into a pool of rotten mud and exploded, sticking to Yuan Chaoliang, staining his white official robes into a mottled scarlet.

After venting for a long time, Yuan Chaoliang slowly stopped.

"Hoo—so refreshing."

"The feeling of crushing the strong is so refreshing."

He turned around with a smile and looked at the four Heaven-Man warrior monks.

The sword-wielding monk struggled and cursed angrily.

"What on earth did you do!"

"Look at you, you are just not as smart as Seat Master, and not as smart as your fellow disciples—look, didn't they all discover it?"

The sword-wielding monk turned to look and was stunned for a moment.

The other three monks hadn't made a sound for a long time. The palm-wielding monk with the worst martial arts died from bleeding from seven orifices, but the fist-wielding monk with the best martial arts actually had a mouth full of minced meat—he had chewed his tongue to commit suicide!

The sword-wielding monk was still stunned when a sigh came from the side.

"Senior brother, stop talking, die."

It was the blade-wielding monk, who said with his eyes closed.

"Dying now, at the very least, can bring peace of mind."

The sword-wielding monk couldn't understand what he was saying at all.

Fortunately, Yuan Chaoliang liked to explain to his opponents.

He reached into his bosom and took out a heart.

This heart had been separated from the body for several hours, but it was still faintly beating. And the exterior actually exuded a warm and translucent texture like jade.

Yuan Chaoliang held the heart, leaned toward the sword-wielding monk, squatted down, and placed the heart in front of him.

"See it? This is what I did."

"Originally, it was a heart that needed the four paths to be combined to be refined, but the heart of a Buddhist Heaven-Man with three paths of life cultivation completed, plus the blood energy of nearly ten thousand monks who died at the Tang Zhaotisi, roughly refined such a defective product."

"Actually, relying on such a defective product can't control Seat Master for too long, but he understood some things through this and was willing to die at my hands."

The sword-wielding monk was stunned.

"You said... what?"

Yuan Chaoliang smiled cruelly.

"Of course it is—"

Pfft!

A commandment blade was inserted into the sword-wielding monk's throat, taking his life.

The blade-wielding monk next to him was bleeding from seven orifices, and there was a blood cut on the corner of his mouth when he bit the blade and threw it out by shaking his head.

Yuan Chaoliang looked at him with great interest.

"Why, a certificate of allegiance?"

The blade-wielding monk shook his head.

"No, just didn't want my junior brother to die with regrets... Not guessing that we are just fools who destroy our masters and ancestors and are used as tools is a good thing for him. At the very least, he can die in peace."

"Oh!"

Yuan Chaoliang raised his thumb with a smile.

"High monk!"

The blade-wielding monk smiled bitterly.

"Please kill me quickly."

Yuan Chaoliang shook his head.

"I won't."

He smiled, walked to the monk, reached out and grabbed the back of his neck, and lifted him up. Then he suddenly punched the monk's abdomen violently.

"You are also worthy of making decisions for me!"

Boom!

"How dare you take away my pleasure in advance!"

Boom!

"You ant! Maggot! Stupid pig!"

A dozen punches, the strength penetrated the body and twisted the monk's internal organs into a ball, bringing heart-piercing pain. The monk's face turned pale, almost fainting from the pain, and his expression was even more astonished.

He suddenly understood why Yuan Chaoliang would whip the old monk's corpse... His kindness on the surface was all fake. He was actually a villain who liked to abuse opponents who wouldn't fight back and couldn't tolerate any disobedience!

The reason he would whip the old monk's corpse was because the old monk, in a state of utter despondency, had offered himself up to be killed, rather than dying at his hands while wailing in miserable despair; he was dissatisfied!

He had interrupted his process of "enjoying himself," so he was furious and tortured him!

After smashing for a long time, Yuan Chaoliang was satisfied and let go, throwing the rag-like monk to the ground.

"Hoo, you should thank Li Miao. If he weren't chasing behind, I would definitely have cut off your limbs and raised you in a dung pit to process for ten years."

He grinned and raised the heart.

"But now, let's do the right thing first."

"Don't worry, you are definitely the last one to die. You will be my only audience—before you die, hahahaha!"

Yuan Chaoliang placed the heart on the ground, sat cross-legged, aligned his palms, and then suddenly began to change gestures rapidly, chanting words in his mouth.

"Lin, Bing, Tou, Zhe, Jie, Zhen, Lie, Zai, Qian—"

With the change of his hand seals, the blade-wielding monk heard a sticky sound like a grape exploding. A black grape-style thing fell in front of him. He looked down and found pupils, irises, and bloodshot eyes on that thing.

That was an eyeball.

Or "the first eyeball."

The next instant, sticky sounds that made people panic sounded from the faces of the monks who had fallen in all directions. Countless eyeballs seemed to be ejected from their eye sockets, revealing hollow eye sockets.

Countless streams of blood seemed to be living things, flowing out from these eye sockets, winding toward the heart in front of Yuan Chaoliang.

"This is—"

The blade-wielding monk said hoarsely.

He already roughly knew Yuan Chaoliang's character. He wouldn't mind explaining to a dying enemy; this would make him very happy.

Sure enough, Yuan Chaoliang smiled.

"Hmm... how to say it, you have already guessed that Enryaku-ji is a tool left by Amaterasu for our Shintoism, right?"

"In short, besides letting you serve as a whetstone to temper believers for us, He also treated you as a means of inheritance—used to deal with Heavenly Demons who have not yet grown to the extreme."

The blood of all the remaining Enryaku-ji monks gathered into a blood lake. The heart was in the center of the blood lake. The blood water rose without wind and washed over the heart wave after wave. With this washing, the heart also became more and more crystal clear, and the beating gradually became strong and frequent.

The scarlet faded bit by bit.

"In those years, Amaterasu passed down 803 divine paintings, each painting with a deity, each deity corresponding to ten thousand observers; this is the origin of Shintoism's eight million gods."

"That was the most glorious era of Shintoism, which is—the Age of Gods."

Yuan Chaoliang's voice suddenly lowered.

"But a thousand years ago, the Heavenly Demon named Bodhidharma came to Fusang."

"He crossed Fusang in three days, destroyed 1,800 shrines, killed 97 Heaven-Men, and slashed 717 divine paintings, cutting off the Age of Gods with his own strength. Amaterasu personally took action to kill him, and Shintoism was able to continue."

"However, that's not what we're talking about today."

Yuan Chaoliang changed the subject.

"Do you know that Amaterasu originally left 803 divine paintings, but why are there only 800 with corresponding observation methods?" ===== CHAPTER 566 =====