Forms of Address

[Jealousy-Fire Yaksha:]

Whenever I witness the true nature of all beings, jealousy ignites and burns my seven chakras. Gods and Buddhas are unjust and their hearts are insatiable; from within the fire, Yaksha are born.

Characteristic 1: Yaksha Divine Puppet.

The Yaksha bestows his power, softening wood and stone, and transforming clay idols down from their altars. He can turn relief sculptures of gods and Buddhas into puppets; the better the quality of the sculpture, the older it is, or the wider its reputation, the stronger the puppet's power.

Second, Yaksha Blood Bath.

When Yaksha is born, those who bathe in its blood will have their courage diminished by 70%, their three souls Seven Souls will clash, resulting in a condition of soul separation. They will fear all wind, rain, lightning, and beast howls, are prone to deviating from the true Dharma, and are easily led astray into Outer Dao.

Those who bathe in the blood of Yaksha after its death will possess three times the virtue and courage. They will be able to recite Buddhist scriptures and treatises with photographic memory, discarding the dross and retaining the essence, breaking through the falsehoods and delusions in the scriptures, and preserving the true meaning of compassion and subduing demons. Such people are known in the world as virtuous and courageous.

Note: This miraculous effect is only experienced by those whose life level is lower than that of Yaksha Yaksha; for those of similar life level, the effect is greatly reduced.

Chu Tianshu's fist can strike both the physical body and the soul.

When he Monk Busha's head, a new message appeared on the token.

Throughout his life, Chu Tianshu had only ever seen two types of beings capable of becoming Evil Spirit.

The first type is when one's life is corrupted by the power of Ghost God, causing a change in the nature of one's life.

Another method is to cultivate advanced but evil techniques, transcending the realm of humanity, and engraving the desire to devour humans into one's very nature.

Evil and cruel people are not necessarily Evil Spirit.

Because evil and cruel people, if faced with an easier opportunity to obtain a benefit, may not necessarily prioritize cannibalism.

For example, the Meteor Gods and Devils, who is over three hundred years old and still alive, and the Yang Muren cultivates poisonous arts and is extremely insidious, are not considered Evil Spirit.

Unexpectedly, this Shaolin Monk Busha, with his profound martial arts skills, his methods that combine yin and yang, and his ultimate techniques that allow him to control the flow of energy at will, is actually a truly evil being.

"Even the divine monk has fallen—run!!"

The hundreds of members of the major sects let out a chaotic roar and howl, and then scattered in all directions.

Many of them used Sonic Art such as Lion's Roar Art and Falling Lotus to catalyze their internal energy, stimulate their activity, and unleash their fastest light-footed speed ever, running wildly.

However, those who voiced their opinions were all out of their minds.

By using the method of exhaling and making a sound, they can certainly make their light-footed speed faster than usual.

But this also makes them easier for hunters to target.

Those with truly high composure, who had witnessed the great battle but whose minds were not yet clouded by the shock, all remained silent and quickly retreated.

These people also harbor deep shadows and intense fears.

While fleeing, they always had the illusion that a vast, dark shadow was constantly growing behind them, with a large hand stained with blood and brains following closely behind.

Those who howled and roared couldn't help but look back under this oppressive force, and some even turned around to attack from behind.

As soon as they turned around, a flash of silver light appeared.

Their heads then began to fly up one after another.

But those who remained silent managed to restrain themselves and didn't look back even once.

Focus all your energy on holding your breath and sprinting forward.

"Even if I am caught up today, it will definitely be from behind, not from the front!"

This is the essence of life experience in the martial world, the voice of a fugitive.

Hundreds of people fled in different directions, crossing mountains and valleys, wading through rivers and forests.

Choke!!!!

A flash of silver light, like lightning, left the jungle, flew back to the battlefield, and landed beside Chu Tianshu.

The cry of the divine sword piercing the air gradually spread.

Even with Chu Tianshu wielding the Sanqi Divine Sword at full power, he only managed to kill fewer than a hundred people.

Those who shouted loudly, or those who couldn't withstand the oppressive gaze of Chu Tianshu and turned around to look, were the ones who did.

The rest of the people had already escaped far enough.

"These guys are incredibly skilled at escaping."

Chu Tianshu looked at the rather chaotic state of the mountains and forests and sighed.

Although these members of major sects were of average strength, they were not as strong as Granny Putuo and the others who were in the garden that day.

But their skill in escaping was far superior to that of Granny Putuo and others.

"Although the Beggars' Sect and Shaolin are large organizations, and their members benefit from having powerful backers, they have also been engaged in fierce internal strife in recent years."

"Those who manage to rise above the infighting and reach a certain position will find themselves overshadowed by the ' Yang Muren' and the 'Busha '."

"Therefore, the true masters of these two schools possess a much broader vision and a greater sense of crisis than those of other schools."

Han Baiyu walked over, explained a few words, and asked with concern, "How are your injuries?"

Chu Tianshu looked at the monk's corpse in front of him, reached out and sealed several acupoints to stop the bleeding, and said, "It's alright, he just used up a lot of energy, the injury isn't serious."

Han Baiyu hesitated for a moment: "But your hand—"

Chu Tianshu raised his hand to take a look.

It turns out that his right arm is now more than a foot longer than his left arm.

The left arm below the wrist was bare, the bright red muscles and white bones exposed to the air.

"As your martial arts skills improve, you'll understand that this kind of injury is really a minor one."

Chu Tianshu a breath, his right arm cracked as it returned to its normal size, and then his Heavenly Eye opened, emitting a beam of jade light that landed on the wound on his left hand.

Sizzle!!!!

The emerald rays moved slowly, and Chu Tianshu's left hand also rotated slightly in coordination.

Wherever the rays passed, the already abundant life force was stimulated, and new skin grew rapidly.

The time it takes to go through the previous and following breaths.

On the back of Chu Tianshu's left hand, where the last piece of flesh was exposed, new skin grew from the radiation.

Sizzle!

The rays dissipated, and the Heavenly Eye closed.

Chu Tianshu raised his left hand, clenched his fist, and then flicked his fingers to loosen his knuckles.

"The new skin is a bit tight and not thick enough, but you'll get used to it after a while."

Upon hearing this, Han Baiyu hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

The fellow villager has extra eyes on his forehead, which is understandable; he might be cosplaying Erlang Shen.

But the healing process just now looked exactly like welding—

Her gaze subtly shifted, landing on the corpse of the Monk Busha, and her mood instantly brightened again.

Busha and the Yang Muren, these two mortal enemies, have already perished here.

The thought of this filled Han Baiyu with energy, and a surge of joy and gratitude welled up within him.

Although Shaolin and the Beggars' Sect were no longer as obedient to the court after Kublai Khan's death, they remained two major scourges on the world.

The rebel army aims for peace and stability, and in the future, they will inevitably have to confront these two malignant tumors.

Today, both of these major sects have suffered heavy losses, which can be said to have cleared away two perilous obstacles ahead of schedule.

The kindness of my fellow villager is too great!

Chu Tianshu wiped the blood from his face, casually pulled out a strand of hair, tied the rest of his hair up, and looked back.

They saw that the wounded, including the Diba Deng and Granny Putuo, had already been helped up by Yu Danxia, Tingyue, and the others.

"While the ginseng is a potent medicine, it's not a cure-all. Come inside, I'll help you recover."

Chu Tianshu casually picked up the headless monk's corpse and carried it into the small courtyard.

The group entered one after another, sat cross-legged, and began to heal their injuries through internal energy cultivation.

Chu Tianshu examined them briefly, and with a flick of his finger, he sent out streams of wind that stimulated their acupoints, stabilizing their injuries. Everyone felt much more relaxed, and their internal energy flowed more smoothly.

"Guardian."

Han Baiyu walked to the silkworm cocoon, put down the large flag in his hand, and called out softly, but there was no response.

Her expression changed slightly. Listening carefully, she could not hear a heartbeat or breathing. Instead, she heard a sound like ripples on water.

Chu Tianshu looked over and said, "He has turned into water."

Han Baiyu was stunned. "W-what?!"

Don't you know?

Chu Tianshu walked over, his tone full of undisguised admiration.

"He's a true genius. So the most extreme healing method of the Heavenly Silkworm Divine Art is to turn one's entire body into a liquid."

"Flesh, blood, internal organs, bones—all dissolved, vital energy absorbed and replenished, and then the body reshaped."

"In this way, no matter if the original body was missing an arm or a leg, or suffered any other injury, the body will be whole again after reconstruction."

Han Baiyu asked incredulously, "You mean, even the bones and brain have completely dissolved? How can it possibly come back to life?"

"Sure."

Chu Tianshu laughed, "Although I don't yet know the full extent of his technique and can't understand how he gave a human such an ability, some creatures in nature naturally possess similar phenomena—"

Han Baiyu quickly said, "Wait a minute, I studied humanities. Anyway, my protector can still recover, right?"

Chu Tianshu nodded affirmatively.

Han Baiyu finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat down next to the silkworm cocoon, "That's good."

Chu Tianshu asked with a smile, "Guardian? Do you usually address each other by our titles when you're together?"

"That's how it is in the army; sometimes I call him 'Little Daoist Priest' too."

Han Baiyu replied, looking up at Chu Tianshu with a smile, "Speaking of which, how should I address you now?"

"Fellow villager, senior, Old Chu?"

Chu Tianshu touched his hair.

During the fierce battle just now, his blood was surging and he showed no restraint; his hair had already turned back to black.

"To tell you the truth."

He said sincerely, "Actually, in terms of your real age, the sum of your two ages should be enough to make you my aunt, so you should call me ' Big Brother Chu '!"

Han Baiyu's smile froze, her teeth clenched slightly, and her fingers curled up as if she wanted to cover the ears of the silkworm cocoon next to her.

However, the inside of the cocoon is now a pool of water; it has no ears, so it's unknown whether it has hearing.

"Big Brother Chu, or Old Chu, you can call me Little Han or Baiyu, that's settled!"