Chapter 284

Actually, at this moment, when I saw what seemed like Buddha light rising in the southwest, I felt a little afraid.

I should have charged toward Small Camp Mouth like Zhao Zixun, without hesitation.

But I froze for a moment.

I recalled what Liu Junyan had said earlier, his second killer's awl.

He said he could draw out the great lama hiding in the ancient battlefield.

At the time, Fang ChuanZong wanted to ask in detail, but Liu Junyan refused.

But I had a vague suspicion in my heart.

Liu Junyan and the great lama were not facing each other for the first time.

On Niuhu Mountain, Liu Junyan teamed up with Hu Yulin to defeat the great lama, who fled in defeat.

Although the troops at this ancient battlefield in Changshi are far stronger than those at Niuhu Mountain, anyone would be more cautious when facing an opponent who once defeated you, wouldn't they?

Liu Junyan's appearance mainly puts pressure on the great lama.

But he said he had a way to lure the great lama out.

Then his killer's awl must be sufficiently attractive to the great lama.

What on Liu Junyan could attract the great lama like that? Besides the Golden Scale, what else?

All I could think of was—Buddha nature.

The great lama comes from Buddhist Zang Qu; he originally entered the secular world as a high monk known as a 'world-wanderer'.

Then what attracts him to Liu Junyan is precisely those four words, 'world-wanderer'.

Liu Junyan clearly hasn't reached that point yet, but in the Dang Pu… someone has once walked that path.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, tried to suppress the unease in my heart, turned to Fang ChuanZong and said: "Fang Lao, someone still needs to guard this mountain foothold, in case fighting breaks out over there and they flee this way, so you and all the sects will have to hold this area."

Who among the sects wouldn't want to go together to Small Camp Mouth to see the scene with their own eyes?

But their internal cinnabar toxin is currently suppressed; once fighting starts, the toxin will flare up again.

So saying this is actually giving them a way out.

How could Fang ChuanZong not appreciate that?

He nodded repeatedly, promising: "We will surely guard the rear, Xiao Jiu Zhanggui, be careful!"

I nodded, no longer hesitating, and ran toward Small Camp Mouth with Hui Yu Mo.

Whether my speculation is correct or not, no matter how uneasy I feel, I must go.

I will always stand firmly beside Liu Junyan, no matter what decision he makes.

Small Camp Mouth is some distance from here; as we rushed over and passed the side of that mountain mass, we met Zhao Zixun at the mountain's base.

In the night, he sat upright on his warhorse, head raised, gazing at the whole mountain; his figure hidden in the darkness, the horse's right front hoof huffed as it pawed the ground, as if a little anxious.

Following Zhao Zixun's gaze, I looked and was instantly stunned.

Earlier, in the mountain hollow, far away and lower-lying, we could only see a expanse of golden light.

Now, viewing from the side, we can see it much more clearly.

This mountain range has many peaks, high and low, arranged in an orderly fashion.

Among these peaks lies one that is neither tall nor large, hidden in the middle, neither showing itself nor revealing water.

But when the golden light shines, the summit of that peak becomes clearly visible, resembling a Buddha's head!

The Buddha's head closes its eyes, full of compassion, emitting boundless light behind it that saves all around.

Hui Yu Mo exclaimed in shock: "It's actually a Buddha's head, such strong Buddha light… could there be a true Buddha in this mountain?"

"No, it's not that there is a true Buddha; they merely wanted to create one." I said, "They originally intended to use Liu Junyan's Golden Scale to forge a Dragon Vein, draw it into this mountain range of the ancient battlefield, and create a true Buddha, creating heavenly soldiers and generals."

Hui Yu Mo clicked his tongue: "They're dreaming!"

"Now the Golden Scale has been taken back by us, the corpse insects have been killed, breaking half of their power." I said, "But tonight is the tribulation period of the three-eyed toad; if it succeeds in tribulation, the third eye on its forehead will open, and once it opens, I estimate the eyes of this Buddha head will also open, at which point it will become troublesome!"

This Buddha head corresponds to the three-eyed toad.

If the three-eyed toad succeeds in its tribulation, whether the opened third eye is a Buddha eye or a demon eye, it is a power so great that we cannot resist.

I even suspect that, even if the three-eyed toad opens a demon eye, they have a way to turn it into a Buddha eye.

So what we can do now is to kill it before the three-eyed toad completes its tribulation!

This is the safest and most permanent solution.

I glanced at Zhao Zixun and already understood why he had lingered here, not moving forward.

No matter how formidable he is, after all he is a Yin General, and the warhorse he rides is also one.

He fears neither men nor Yin soldiers, but a true Buddha possesses a deadly suppressive force against him.

I walked over and sincerely said: "General Zhao, thank you for your help this time; let Liu Junyan handle the road ahead on his own, and please return to Wufu Town afterward to help guard the Dang Pu and guard the Zhu Pan River."

Great turmoil has occurred upstream, so the Zhu Pan River downstream will certainly not be peaceful either.

And Zhao Zixun at least can suppress the Yin soldiers in the Zhu Pan River.

Zhao Zixun dismounted, holding the gold-seeking talisman, walked up to me, and handed it over.

I shook my head: "This gold-seeking talisman cannot exert its proper effect in my hands; you are its true master."

Zhao Zixun thought for a moment.

The coffin nail in his forehead had loosened considerably; his capacity for thought and speech had largely recovered.

It might still be a bit slow, though.

Then he nodded, put the gold-seeking talisman away, clasped his hands in a bow toward me, turned, mounted his horse, and galloped off along the riverbank.

Watching his receding back, my heart actually felt a little more settled.

"Is his chest really alright? That's such a big hole." Hui Yu Mo worried.

I comforted: "It's fine; the Zhu Pan River has a Yin soldier formation, an excellent place to nurture corpses; he'll recover after recuperating there."

I had trimmed the hooves of that warhorse back then; later, wasn't it healed well?

It was completely intact, as good as new.

Hui Yu Mo grunted, then immediately asked: "Sister, that Yin Soldier Talisman… should be returned to the organization, right? You gave it to General Zhao without permission—won't that cause trouble?"

"How to explain it to the organization is Old Fang's problem." I gave a sly smile, "Not sending it out would be stupid."

Hui Yu Mo instantly understood, gave me a thumbs-up: "Sister, you've got guts!"

Such a fine treasure—if not given to Zhao Zixun, would we just keep it in our hands for the organization to demand back, left to gather dust on a high shelf?

Or hand it over to a mere paper‑strategist, a tomb‑robbing commandant?

That would be an utter waste of heavenly treasures!

As for Fang Chuan Zong's side, I believe he still has the means to grease the wheels up and down.

This time I'm essentially spending someone else's money, but I think Zhao Zixun deserves it!

Furthermore, after this battle, our relationship with Fang Chuan Zong's side is considered renewed; future interactions will make this favor insignificant.

Zhao Zixun has gained sentience; he has his own thoughts, and he stands on our side.

With him guarding the Pearl Coil River, the river will not fall into chaos.

If the Pearl Coil River stays calm, then Wufu Town, and even Huicheng, will not fall into chaos.

That way, we'll have no worries behind us.

Since we have no rear‑guard concerns, we might as well go all out.

Never mind Buddha‑heads or demon‑heads, never mind heavenly soldiers and generals—Buddha blocks, kill Buddha; demon blocks, kill demon!