Like a Ghost, Like a Buddha

"Oh?"

Yan Qing glanced at Xue Yan and the others, 'unfamiliar NPCs' he had seen in the game, but he didn't care in his heart.

The content of his conversation with An Wu was not important; what mattered was that An Wu could accurately identify the account 'Yan Qing' and provide the correct feedback according to the plan Yan Qing had set in 'Automatic Evolution'.

According to his settings, only when he himself appeared and said the password 'An Wu, I'm here' would An Wu report on the current progress of the plan. Failure to meet any of the conditions would prevent the feedback program from executing.

If An Wu couldn't recognize him, Yan Qing would lose face in front of Black Wolf and the others.

Fortunately, the test results were quite pleasing—identity recognition, voice recognition, and password recognition all worked. This meant that even if Yan Qing didn't have the game console in hand, he could trigger the small account's 'hidden door' through the password and then control the small account with his voice.

Although Yan Qing didn't care about An Wu's words, Yaoshi Yuan behind him didn't ignore them: "What are they complaining about?"

An Wu naturally didn't have a program to answer Yaoshi Yuan's question, so Yan Qing could only explain, "An Wu rescued them, and they're complaining that he was too late, and maybe complaining that An Wu had Blood Replenishment Pills but didn't give them to them sooner."

Blood Replenishment Pill!

Yan Qing spoke casually, after all, he really didn't care about Blood Replenishment Pills—who would care about the lowest-level red potion in the game—but Yaoshi Yuan and other knowledgeable people felt a huge wave in their hearts.

You should know that Blood Replenishment Pills have a common name among the people: Immortal Medicine!

Meaning that as long as you take this pill, no matter how serious the injury, it can be saved, even if the heart is pierced, it can still hold on to life!

Even for identities like Yaoshi Yuan, Ying Ru Shi, and Shang Xin Lei, the number of Blood Replenishment Pills they can get each month is very few, and they even have to apply. One of the reasons why Yaoshi Yuan was able to form the Embroidered Uniform Guard was that she could obtain a certain amount of Blood Replenishment Pills from her father as start-up capital.

Such a precious pill, Yan Qing actually used it to save strangers, it was... too extravagant!

Yaoshi Yuan followed the oil and blood stains on the ground, all the way to the big iron door in the inner hall leading to the underground, coupled with the previous rumors of Anguo Temple trafficking in people, basically deduced the truth. She glanced at Xue Yan and his group, she had even met several of them a few times before, all of whom were descendants of middle-level noble ministers in the court.

However, Yaoshi Yuan had no good feelings for them.

Although they were victims, it could be seen from their appearance that they were just a group of parasites reincarnated into noble families. Yaoshi Yuan even felt that saving this group of people would only waste the rice of Chang'an.

"You, what do you want to do?"

"I am the nephew of Su Ling, the Grand Minister of Agriculture, if you save me, the Su family will definitely reward you handsomely!"

Seeing Yaoshi Yuan, whose Vitality was strong and murderous, walking over, many people were so scared that they peed their pants, either begging for mercy or threatening, but not even one dared to resist and run away.

Seeing such an ugly scene, Yaoshi Yuan's disgust grew even stronger.

Just as she raised her spear, a little bean sprout of a girl mustered up the courage to walk to the front and said loudly, "Not everyone is complaining, I am very grateful that he saved us!"

Xue Yan, whose legs were weakened by Yaoshi Yuan's murderous aura, also came back to his senses and quickly stated, "Yes, yes! To repay An Wu and An Liu's life-saving grace, I am willing to do anything!"

Yan Qing didn't care about this group of strangers, so he didn't interfere when Black Wolf wanted to take action, but he became a little interested when he heard Xue Yan say this: "You said you are willing to do anything?"

Xue Yan immediately understood Yan Qing's meaning when he heard this response, and turned to the others and said, "I am willing, you are willing too, right!"

"Will, willing!"

"I am willing to give as much money as you want, my father is Wang Yuanhai!"

"Life-saving grace is beyond repayment, I will definitely satisfy any requirements you have, benefactors!"

The others also knew how to be sensible, and under Xue Yan's urging, they quickly expressed their positions—the fierce man wearing the Black Wolf mask had already raised his spear, if they didn't bow their heads, they would die!

"Black Wolf, they are still a bit useful, let them go." Yan Qing said with a smile.

"What's with your tone? Do you think I'm your subordinate?!"

Yaoshi Yuan really wanted to kill all these people and slap Yellow Dog's face hard, but Yellow Dog said they were useful. Between anger and reason, she chose reason. She glared at Xue Yan and the others, snorted coldly, and returned to Yan Qing and the others.

"There are more than a dozen jars of kerosene here. Later, An Wu and the others will pour kerosene all over the exits of Anguo Temple. If you want to help, carry the kerosene and follow them to help pour it. However, a few of them will block Anguo Temple to prevent people from entering and exiting, so if you want to escape later, you have to return to the main entrance and leave with us."

The nobles agreed repeatedly, many with restless thoughts. Going to the exits meant they could leave directly. As for An Wu and the others blocking the door—Anguo Temple had such large hall doors, how could they possibly block it?

Although Yan Qing didn't know what they were thinking, letting them help was just a whim, a casual move. Even if it was useless, he wouldn't care. If it was useful, then it wouldn't be a waste to have saved them.

Passing by An Wu and the others, Yan Qing said, "Follow the plan."

"Yes." An Wu picked up a jar of kerosene with one hand and walked out of the inner hall without looking back. An Liu and the others followed closely. When the nobles saw this, they naturally hurried to follow, but with Yaoshi Yuan's cold snort, they felt a thump in their hearts and obediently followed Xue Yan to carry the kerosene cans.

Yang Third Miss didn't rush out. She saw Yan Qing drawing his saber and cutting off the lock of the Anguo Temple inner hall treasury door. She subconsciously wanted to say something, but the next second, Xue Yan dragged her away.

"Haven't you heard? See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil!" Xue Yan stuffed a jar of kerosene into her arms: "Don't bother with a place like Anguo Temple that hides dirt and filth!"

Yang Third Miss: "But the treasury contains the assets of various families—"

"Do you really think they are good people? Let's leave quickly after pouring the kerosene. Don't even think about this kind of earth-shattering case, even your father wouldn't dare to touch it!"

Xue Yan carried the kerosene cans outside, and the first thing he saw was the horribly dead bodies and bloodstains all over the ground, making him feel disgusted and almost want to vomit—if his stomach wasn't empty, he might have really vomited. When he looked up, his expression suddenly changed: "Not good!"

Several monks had gathered in front of the gate and were about to open the door and escape. The monks weren't stupid either. Seeing that Yan Qing and his group of thugs had entered the inner hall for a while and hadn't come out, they would naturally look for an opportunity to escape this place of right and wrong.

An Wu's task was to block the gate and prevent anyone from going out. He directly threw the kerosene cans at the gate, and then drew his saber and unleashed Moon Ring!

The armor-piercing, stone-breaking Moon Ring Slash landed on the monks, but it had no effect at all. Obviously, ignoring the main city's protection laws only existed between 'thieves' and 'non-thieves', and An Wu and the monks were both 'non-thieves'. They still followed the main city's laws and could not harm each other.

An Wu wasn't surprised to see this. He strode towards the monks.

In this life-and-death moment, even a rabbit would bite, let alone the Martial Monks raised by Anguo Temple? When they saw An Wu pouncing on them, they roared and tried to block An Wu.

But the next second, they screamed and ran away in a hurry as if they had seen a ghost!

Because An Wu was on fire.

He only had his left arm left, and it was now covered in kerosene, turning into a torch, illuminating this dark Anguo Temple that was closed during the day.

The Martial Monks who were splashed with kerosene would immediately catch fire if they were slightly touched by An Wu's flames, and they couldn't put out the fire even if they rolled on the ground.

A small opening was opened in the Anguo Temple gate. An Wu walked over and blocked the opening. At his feet was kerosene all over the ground, and he himself was disabled, but none of the surrounding monks dared to approach!

The same situation occurred at the side and back gates of Anguo Temple.

An Liu, An Qi, An Ba, and An Jiu soaked their hands in kerosene, using their flesh as firewood, igniting the flames of evil ghosts, and blocking the exits. Even if the monks were eloquent, they couldn't make them waver in the slightest.

The monks couldn't get out, and the nobles were naturally trapped here. At this time, some monks noticed that they were the 'goods' who had escaped from the dungeon and wanted to catch them. They had to fight back, splashing kerosene on the monks while running away. Before long, the entire Anguo Temple, from the ground to the beams, was covered in kerosene.

Xue Yan and Yang Third Miss poured a circle of kerosene around the gate, scaring the monks even further away. They looked at An Wu blocking the entrance. Xue Yan swallowed and said in a trembling voice, "An, An Wu, can you move aside a little and let us out?"

An Wu was expressionless, did not respond, and did not look at them.

"Okay, then we'll wait for your boss to come out and leave together."

Yang Third Miss suddenly said, "You can stop now, right? If you keep burning, your left hand will be burned off too. Doesn't it hurt?"

An Wu, who had not reacted to their behavior at all, suddenly looked at Yang Third Miss, scaring Xue Yan into pulling the girl to his side. But before Xue Yan could apologize, he saw a smile on An Wu's face.

"If someone cares, then it's not too bad." He said to himself, then said to them, "It doesn't hurt."

"I don't hurt at all."

Xue Yan looked at the young man in front of him, who wasn't much older than him, whose face was burned and whose hands were turned to charcoal. He suddenly had a strong sense of déjà vu, as if he had seen someone similar to him somewhere. But after careful consideration, he couldn't figure it out.

Suddenly, a ray of sunlight pierced his eyes.

Xue Yan raised his head and saw a small hole that had somehow appeared in the high wall of Anguo Temple.

Around the small hole was a majestic mural of the Dragon Subduing Arhat, holding a Vajra and rope, surrounded by fiery clouds, with both compassion and majesty. The small hole was right at the left eye of the Dragon Subduing Arhat, and the sunlight passed through the gap of the small hole, penetrating into this dim, century-old ancient temple.

It was as if the Dragon Subduing Arhat was watching the world.