True Monks and Fake Monks
The attackers launched a surprise attack from hundreds of meters away.
This distance was beyond the attacker's perception range, and the attacker had no way to control so many fine needles as if they were extensions of their own limbs.
Some of the fine needles, during their flight, plunged into the rock wall of the passage.
However, the vast majority of the fine needles still shot precisely at Song Wen.
With a thought, Song Wen conjured the Turtle-Snake Shield.
The Turtle-Snake Shield had just shrunk to the size of a person to protect Song Wen when the fine needles were already in front of him.
The moment the needles touched the shield, they produced a series of crisp, tinkling sounds, like the plucking of musical strings.
The needles were all blocked by the shield and fell to the ground.
Song Wen raised his hand and unleashed several streams of spiritual energy.
The spiritual energy coiled up the fine black needles.
The fine needle flew like an arrow released from a bow, heading towards the dark passage behind Song Wen.
These black needles were clearly a cultivator's Spirit Artifact, but at this moment, the distance was beyond the attacker's Divine Sense perception range, making it impossible for him to control the needles.
To be on the safe side and to avoid the other party recalling the fine needle, Song Wen simply threw it far away.
At this moment, Song Wen sensed that a bald, burly man had entered his perception range.
This person was dressed in Kasaya Buddhist robe) and had a monastic scar on his head, resembling a monk.
Immediately afterwards, four men and two women, a total of six people, followed behind the bald, burly man and entered the range of his perception.
The seven men moved very fast, rushing towards Song Wen.
The bald, burly man wore a look of surprise on his face.
"Huh! All my Dragon Whisker Needles missed their mark."
Song Wen's expression turned cold.
How incredibly unlucky! Before they could find any spirit medicine, they encountered a group of Bandit Cultivators.
As soon as they entered the secret realm, these seven people began to ambush and kill cultivators everywhere.
Clearly, the seven had planned this all along before entering the secret realm.
Their purpose in entering the secret realm was not to find the spirit medicine within, but to plunder other cultivators.
The opposing side consisted of seven people, all of whom were Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivator.
Without using the Silver Corpse and the Ghost King, it would be difficult for Song Wen to capture all seven of them.
This place is too close to the entrance of the passage, and other cultivators may pass by at any time. It is not suitable to use the Silver Corpse and the Ghost King, as there is a risk of exposure.
Leaving behind four Sacred Beetle Gu, hidden in the cracks of the passage, Song Wen retreated as a blur.
Just a few dozen meters back, the two Sacred Beetle Gu responsible for monitoring the movements behind them sent another message.
People arrived from behind.
Three monks from Primordial Unity Temple strode in, their expressions rather unfriendly.
One of the monks had several small holes pierced in his face.
His entire face had turned black, clearly indicating poisoning.
However, the pores on his face weren't deep enough to penetrate his body, so the toxins were forced out by his spiritual power.
"Which bastard threw poison needles like that?!"
The poisoned monk roared through gritted teeth.
The poisoned needles were thrown with great force, flying wildly in all directions without any pattern.
After he turned a corner in the passage, he was caught off guard and was struck squarely by several poisoned needles.
These three monks were all at the Foundation Establishment Peak Stage.
Song Wen looked at the seven Bandit Cultivators in front of him, then at the three monks behind him, his expression somewhat astonished.
He was trapped between the two sides.
After pondering for a moment, Song Wen took out a poisonous herb from his storage ring and swallowed it.
In an instant, Song Wen's entire skin turned completely black, as if he had been severely poisoned.
He stumbled and ran toward the three monks.
"Fellow Daoists ahead, be careful! There are Bandit Cultivator! Run!"
Song Wen, appearing as a chivalrous man and seemingly concerned for the safety of others, loudly reminded the other party.
When the two sides are less than 100 meters apart, they have entered the perception range.
Song Wen's attitude changed abruptly, and he shouted angrily.
"So you're in cahoots with the Bandit Cultivator! You evil monks of Primordial Unity Temple, you eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures all day long, appearing virtuous but in reality you harbor filth, committing arson, murder, robbery, and all sorts of evil deeds."
Song Wen's curses left the three monks completely bewildered.
After entering the secret realm, they acted cautiously and did not commit any evil deeds. How did they gain a reputation for being 'utterly wicked'?
However, as Song Wen drew closer, the three monks became wary.
A short monk raised his hand and waved, and a Kasaya flew out and hovered above the three people's heads.
The Kasaya spun continuously, emitting bursts of golden light that enveloped the three monks.
Above the golden light, scriptures flowed continuously.
This Kasaya is clearly a defensive Spirit Artifact, and a very high- Spirit Artifact one at that.
Noticing that Song Wen was only at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, the three relaxed their guard considerably.
"Benefactor, this is our first meeting, why are you cursing my Primordial Unity Temple?" a monk questioned sternly.
Song Wen stopped when he was only about twenty meters away from the three of them.
The Turtle-Snake Shield swirled around Song Wen, rotating incessantly.
"Hmph! There are seven Bandit Cultivator behind us, led by a monk. Besides your Primordial Unity Temple, are there other monks in this secret realm...?"
Before he could finish speaking, Song Wen plopped down on the ground.
He was panting heavily, his face contorted in extreme pain.
It's like being poisoned too deeply, unable to hold on.
The three monks exchanged glances, and in each of their eyes they saw a look of confusion.
Could it be that monks from Primordial Unity Temple, in collusion with other cultivators, ambushed and killed someone?
Just then, the seven Bandit Cultivator behind them caught up to within a hundred meters and entered the three monks' perception range.
After seeing the bald-headed Bandit Cultivator.
The three monks were enraged.
"That little thief dared to impersonate a monk of my Primordial Unity Temple, committing arson, murder, and looting, ruining the reputation of my Primordial Unity Temple. His crime is unforgivable."
The monk, whose face was pierced by poisoned needles, made several mudras with his hands in front of him.
"The Arhat Golden Body!"
Instantly, golden light shone from his body.
Its body expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a giant man over ten feet tall, his body covered in bulging muscles.
The giant charged towards the seven Bandit Cultivators with steady yet swift steps.
The remaining two monks looked somewhat helpless upon seeing their companion's reckless and aggressive attack.
Although the three of them were at the Foundation Establishment Peak Stage, they had no need to fear the seven opponents.
However, at present, there is no conflict of interest between the two sides. It would be unwise to go to war over such a trivial matter.
However, since their companion had already made a move, the two of them couldn't just stand by and watch.
The short monk raised his hand and waved it.
The Kasaya on his head suddenly flew out and landed on the giant monk's head.
This made the already dazzling golden monk's golden body appear even more intense, as if he were Arhat True Body descended to earth.
At the same time, the short monk, wielding a Demon-Subduing Pestle, followed behind the giant monk and Bandit Cultivator.
The last monk, holding a string of prayer beads, strode forward slowly while chanting incantations.
His steps were slow, but each step covered a distance of two or three zhang (approximately 6.6 meters), as if he were a ghost, which was quite eerie.
After Song Wen fell to the ground, he leaned against the rock wall of the passageway.
He looked up and saw the giant monk and the short monk pass by him one after the other.
Then came the last monk, who strode in.
Even when he was about to fight someone, this person still had a peaceful gaze and a compassionate face.
He resembled a highly accomplished monk.
As he passed in front of Song Wen.
He suddenly turned his head.
He looked towards Song Wen.
His gaze was sinister.
A bloodthirsty smile lingered at the corner of his mouth.
A compassionate and virtuous monk was transformed into a mad and wicked demon in an instant.
He gently moved the prayer beads in his hand.
A phantom skeleton burst forth from the rosary beads.
The skeleton held a long sword, which was rusty and chipped, as if it had seen countless battles and endured many vicissitudes.