The Flowing Cloud Flying Pouch transformed into a streak of light, ignoring the astonished gazes of the crowd below and the monks at the mountain gate.
Under the watchful eyes of many, we crossed the mountain path and entered the center of Compassionate Light Temple.
Suddenly, golden light flickered above the temple, from which chants of Buddhist hymns emanated, and the phantom of Buddha seemed to sway. The believers and pilgrims on and below the mountain cried out that Buddha had descended to earth, prostrated themselves on the ground, and chanted incantations.
Chen Shuangbai stood at the front of the flying goblet, her clothes fluttering, her expression cold and stern.
Whether in this life or the next, this is what he hates most.
People or things that use the guise of gods and Buddhas to deceive the ignorant, make money while harming lives, and engage in demonic and wicked deeds.
As the golden light grew brighter and brighter, the chanting of sutras seemed to penetrate the very soul. Even Bi Sheng and the others felt a sense of disorientation, while the kneeling people below were completely absorbed, their chanting growing increasingly fervent.
Chen Shuangbai's gaze turned cold, her words like a thunderclap, and she exhaled softly, "Ha!"
A dark blue bolt of ice lightning appeared out of thin air, transforming into a lightning ball, and struck the area of Buddhist light at Compassionate Light Temple that was almost forming a golden glow.
With a tearing sound, like paper being ripped.
The golden Buddha light above Compassionate Light Temple suddenly cracked open, revealing frost spreading outwards. Silent silver-white lightning was ignited, blasting the entire golden Buddha light into fragments, which then fell towards the Mahavira Hall below.
"How dare you!"
A furious and startled shout came from behind the main hall.
A golden palm formed from Buddhist light rose from the ground, dazzling and imposing, accompanied by chanting.
On the mountain path.
Some believers from Compassionate Light Temple exclaimed in surprise.
"It's the Vajra Buddha Palm! It's the Huiming Monk Huiming who has made his move!"
These words caused an uproar below.
"The Venerable Master Huiming? Is that the renowned Huiming?"
"With the intervention of the eminent monk Huiming, this demon will surely be vanquished."
Chen Shuangbai listened to similar words, her expression remaining calm and composed.
The believers became blinded and wouldn't listen to anything.
Trying to reason with someone like that is futile.
To wake them up...
Only... absolute power can suppress it!
Thunderball and Buddha's palm collided violently!
The silver-white lightning bolt collided with the golden Buddha's palm. The seemingly majestic Buddha's palm couldn't even hold on for half a breath before being instantly eroded by the bone-chilling coldness and annihilating power of the Yin Lightning contained in the Midnight Month Cold Light Yin Thunder, turning into frost covering the sky.
A figure was also blasted out from inside.
The man landed on the ground, raised his right hand, stared wide-eyed at the frost spreading above him, and a look of horror appeared on his face.
" Yin Thunder Method... You actually mastered Thunder Method?"
Chen Shuangbai stood atop the Flowing Cloud Flying Pouch, looking down at the monk below, who wore a purple-gold kasaya, had nine ordination scars on his head, and was clutching his right arm, which had been completely frozen to death by the Yin Lightning. His gaze was terrifyingly cold.
"Harboring thieves who attacked the garrison commander, and then murdering the current garrison commander in broad daylight... With just these two charges, I can bypass all those rules and regulations and uproot your Compassionate Light Temple completely."
Upon hearing this, Huiming wanted to retort, but seeing the shimmering, silvery-blue pill in Chen Shuangbai's right hand, he couldn't help but shut his mouth.
But he didn't confess; instead, his powerful backer arrived.
Accompanied by clanging sounds.
Inside the main hall, a dozen or so gray-robed monks emerged, each one burly and robust, clearly indicating they ate very rich and oily food.
Among the group of monks, the leader was a middle-aged monk with a fair complexion and sharp eyes, wearing a bright red robe with gold thread, holding a nine-ringed staff, and wearing a bright red robe with gold thread. He was none other than Huikong, the abbot of Compassionate Light Temple.
The true leader of Compassionate Light Temple, with the strength of the Seventh Layer of Qi Refining.
Huiming, whose right arm was crippled by Chen Shuangbai, was Huikong's right-hand man. He was promoted to the position of Discipline Elder of Compassionate Light Temple and wielded great power. He was at the Sixth Layer of Qi Refining.
"Amitabha."
Huikong chanted a Buddhist prayer, a fleeting shadow of gloom crossing his eyes, but he immediately put on a warm smile and said loudly, "I was unaware of Garrison Commander Chen's arrival. Please forgive my lack of proper welcome."
"If Huiming has offended anyone in any way, please forgive him..."
But before he could finish speaking, his expression suddenly changed drastically. He swung his nine-ringed staff in the air, making a clanging sound, and blocked in front of himself!
A piercing, high-pitched explosion rang out.
A thin, almost imperceptible, icy blue electric wire struck Huikong's chest, but was blocked by the staff.
But Huikong showed no sign of relief; instead, his face was grave, and his right hand, hidden beneath his wide robe, trembled uncontrollably, forcing out the chill from his body. A large patch of dark blue frost condensed on the ground where he stood.
"Ah? Abbot! Abbot! Abbot!"
Huikong heard the monks' cries for help.
He turned around abruptly and saw that the dozen or so monks who had been guarding him were frozen in place by a dark blue frost, and could not move no matter how they tried.
"Presumptuous!"
Huikong roared, and an even more dazzling golden Buddhist light appeared around him. A powerful aura of a wrathful Vajra emerged from behind his head, as if a illusory image of a wrathful deity had appeared.
"Our Compassionate Light Temple is law-abiding and has never interfered in disputes within the county, nor has it ever attacked Spring-Venerating Daoist Academy. Even if you, Chen Shuangbai, are the guardian sent by the Jade Spring Sect, you cannot arbitrarily slaughter innocent people!"
"Behind my Compassionate Light Temple stands the Great Buddha Temple!"
" Chen Shuangbai, you're asking for death!"
His answer was a dark blue sword light falling from the sky. The sword light was sharp and frosty, and it transformed into a beautiful dark blue sword arc, which struck the golden Buddhist light floating around him.
Huikong became even more furious, and with a clench of his right hand, he was about to crush the Cold Spring Sword into pieces.
Chen Shuangbai merely sneered. With a thought, the Green Parasol Tree Sword quietly emerged from the azure arc of the Cold Spring Sword, transforming into a streak of emerald green light that passed through Huikong's defensive gaps and pierced straight three inches below his ribs.
Out of the corner of his Huikong noticed the three corpses throbbing and his body shimmered with Buddhist light once more.
But Chen Shuangbai's killing move was even faster!
" Green Shoots Break Through Snow!"
The emerald green light transformed from the Green Parasol Tree Sword pierced through the layers of undulating Buddhist light, which, despite its seemingly immense thickness, was easily torn apart like paper.
The Green Parasol Tree Sword charged straight in.
Huikong's angry expression froze instantly, but he immediately relaxed, smiled, and glanced sideways at Chen Shuangbai above.
You think... this will kill us?
Huiming retreated to his senior brother's side and saw that Huikong's originally fair skin had turned bronze, and the Green Parasol Tree Sword, which had pierced three inches into his ribs, was stuck there.
They can't get in or get out.
Huiming, beaming with joy, couldn't help but exclaim, "Abbot, your Vajra King Buddha Body has actually made a breakthrough?!"
Huikong looked completely calm and collected.
The two monks stood in front of the main hall, looking at Chen Shuangbai with smiles on their faces.
Huiming, in particular, wanted to speak sarcastically, but then he caught a glimpse of the cold smile on Chen Shuangbai's lips.
His mind raced, and he understood immediately. He turned around abruptly and shouted.
"Senior brother, something's not right..."
But Huikong had already exploded open with a deafening roar.
Streaks of silvery-white lightning darted in all directions, enveloping chunks of flesh frozen solid by frost, splattering onto the ground in front of the main hall, the courtyard walls, the believers, and even Huikong's face.
Chen Shuangbai's indifferent voice came from the sky.
What misconception makes you think I... can't kill you?