Chapter 231: Long-Lost…
Monk Fubao looked at the eccentric person in front of him, sizing him up bit by bit.
This style of clothing…
“Are you from Yangzhou?” Fubao looked at Zhang Qiming and said cautiously.
No wonder he was vigilant; the storms of the Jianghu were indeed fierce.
The Golden Buddha Sect’s primary territories were originally in Ji, Yong, and Yan Provinces, constantly battling the Destiny Academy as their arch-nemesis for control of these three provinces.
Then the Yellow Heaven Path emerged in Ji Province, declaring, “It doesn’t matter if you’re the Golden Buddha Sect or the Destiny Academy, those who don’t submit to the Yellow Heaven Path will die!”
Ji Province was the Yellow Heaven Path’s base, and now they had swallowed Yan Province and were eyeing Qing Province.
As for Yong Province, there was no need to mention it. A Heart Sect that focused on farming emerged there.
They initially thought that since they were all Buddhist sects, they were all eating from the same bowl, and they should show some respect for each other…
But Liaocheng of the Heart Sect only asked if they could farm.
They were all martial artists; how could they possibly farm?
Farming was something that rough people did, not something for a Buddha Master.
So… they were also driven out of Yong Province.
Thus, they had lost their base in Ji, Yong, and Yan Provinces and could only flee to Xu Province, planning to develop in Yangzhou.
But unexpectedly, they suffered a major setback in Yangzhou and retreated back to Xu Province.
He, Monk Fubao, a dignified Zhoutian martial artist, who would normally be the abbot of a Golden Buddha Temple, had to serve as a deacon in the Golden Buddha Temple in Picheng, Xu Province.
The dissatisfaction in his heart had reached its peak.
Especially helping his martial uncle catch the escaped “See the Color Monks” was extremely unpleasant!
Damn it, we’re all Zhoutian martial artists, why should I listen to that stupid cunt of a martial uncle?
Even with his dissatisfaction, having roamed the Jianghu for many years, he was still cautious.
Back when they were in Ji Province, it was their territory. As long as they were wary of the Confucian barbarians from the Destiny Academy, even someone with Qi Sea cultivation could walk with their head held high.
It was truly like an old lady celebrating the New Year, each year worse than the last!
“You Sky High Monks bully men and women, rob and steal, living like ugly parasites! You are truly guilty of heinous crimes!” Zhang Qiming pointed at Fubao and angrily scolded.
“Brother Zhang is wrong, they only bully men and men. I often feel that I’m not perverted enough to fit in with them!” Fusheng whispered beside him, since the fight was about to start, he had no more reservations.
If Zhang Qiming won, he would consider it a taunt towards Fubao.
If Zhang Qiming lost, he wouldn’t survive anyway.
A man about to hang himself wouldn’t lose anything by indulging in some verbal sparring before his death.
“Insolent!” Monk Fubao was furious. Zhang Qiming’s words wouldn’t anger him, but Fusheng’s words did.
Traitor! Monk-rapist!
He dared to reveal the secrets of the Golden Buddha Sect to outsiders and even mock him to his face. He truly deserved to die!
“Om Mani Padme Hum!” Monk Fubao chanted the six-syllable mantra of Buddhism. Golden light erupted from his body, forming a Buddha Dharma image behind him. It was the Amitabha Buddha, also known as the Buddha of Infinite Light!
Amitabha Buddha sat on a lotus platform, his posture firm and fearless. One hand formed a mudra, the other held at his chest. Then, a golden light, carrying countless swastikas, shot towards Zhang Qiming.
It was the Golden Buddha Sect’s signature “Golden Buddha Light”!
Zhang Qiming looked at the Buddha statue curiously, commenting, “So this is Amitabha Buddha? I’ve only seen it in books, this is the first time I’ve seen it used in a technique!”
Facing the swastika golden light, a blue sword Qi erupted from Zhang Qiming’s body. With a “swoosh,” it pierced through the swastika golden light and struck Fubao’s protective golden light with a “clang.”
“No wonder the books say that the baldies’ protective Buddha light is so annoying!” Seeing his sword being blocked, Zhang Qiming wasn’t surprised.
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He wasn’t surprised, but Fubao was. His “Golden Buddha Light” was blocked by the other party’s casual sword Qi.
But he didn’t look like he had a high level of cultivation!
“Zhoutian martial artist?” Monk Fubao asked.
“No, a graduate of the first middle school class of Qing Shan Martial Academy!” As soon as Zhang Qiming finished speaking, several blue sword Qi appeared around him. The sword Qi swirled and intertwined, forming a spinning sword that aimed for Fubao, who was enveloped in golden light.
Monk Fubao’s expression was grave. He raised his right hand, forming a hand seal resembling scissors.
The Amitabha Buddha behind him mirrored his gesture, attempting to block the spinning sword Qi.
Unfortunately, it was futile.
This was the “Armor-Piercing Sword Qi,” also known as “Sword Two,” developed by Qing Shan Martial Academy specifically to break through protective True Qi like Buddha light!
And Zhang Qiming’s sword Qi exam score was a perfect score!
Therefore, the spinning sword Qi rolled on the golden light, then with a “swoosh,” it pierced through Monk Fubao’s body, also penetrating the Amitabha Buddha behind him.
“Pfft!” Monk Fubao couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
He was considered a capable fighter within the Golden Buddha Temple, having fought against Bu Cunren from the Destiny Academy for many years. He never imagined he wouldn’t be able to withstand a single sword strike from the opponent!
“Huh? Senior Brother Fubao, you’re injured! I’ll go call for help!” The seven or eight monks who came with Fubao saw him get injured in the blink of an eye.
They immediately knew they had encountered a tough opponent. Shouting that they would call for help, they scattered in all directions.
Fubao was one of the five Zhoutian martial artists in the Golden Buddha Temple. Many people were eyeing the share of profits he received.
Wouldn’t his death bring joy to everyone?
“Are all of you in the Golden Buddha Temple so warm-hearted?” Seeing that in the blink of an eye, only Monk Fubao was left, Zhang Qiming couldn’t help but ask Fusheng.
Ever since leaving Yangzhou, he felt his worldview was constantly being challenged.
“Heh…” Fusheng sneered and said, “The Golden Buddha Temple has always prioritized profit above all else. Whoever brings profit, that is the Buddha’s Dharma. For profit, fellow disciples naturally wouldn’t hesitate to do anything to each other!”
“Tsk tsk tsk…” Zhang Qiming was amazed.
“I haven’t lost yet!” Monk Fubao felt as if he was being ignored. Suppressing his discomfort, he circulated his True Qi.
The Amitabha Buddha image reappeared behind him. The Buddha statue spun around, revealing a pitch-black face.
It was Mahakala, the wrathful manifestation of the Buddha in subduing demons.
The six-armed Mahakala Dharma image held a trident in each hand, his body engulfed in flames. He roared furiously, and along with Fubao’s pitch-black palm, attacked Zhang Qiming.
“Clang!” Blue sword Qi soared into the sky from Zhang Qiming’s body. The sword Qi converged into a sharp blue blade, and to Fubao’s astonishment, easily pierced through his palm and the Mahakala Dharma image behind him.
This was the Qing Shan sword Qi, “Sword One.”
“Impossible!” Blood spurted from Monk Fubao’s mouth. His chest was pierced through. He looked at Zhang Qiming in disbelief, unable to comprehend his strength.
“This long-lost killing is truly… exhilarating!” Surrounded by sword Qi, Zhang Qiming couldn’t help but exclaim.
“What did you say?” Fusheng, behind Zhang Qiming, didn’t hear him clearly.
“I said, this long-lost bullying of weaklings is truly delightful!” Zhang Qiming laughed heartily.
A sadist!
