Chapter 811: Is This Still the Buddhist Holy Land? (2)

Speak.

She peeked out from behind Chen Lusi, glared at Huai Yuan, and then turned to leave.

“Wait.”

Chen Lusi turned sideways.

Tang Language paused for a moment, blinked her eyes.

“Step forward.”

Chen Lusi held her wrist, letting her stand beside him, and then said, “Do you see that Celestial King Hall? Now walk in that direction.”

Huai Yuan: “…”

All the Zen Masters: “…”

“Eh?”

Tang Language turned her head, glaring with beautiful eyes at Chen Lusi.

“You are the Celestial Strategy of the Celestial Strategy Mansion.”

Chen Lusi looked at Tang Language: “And don’t you trust me?”

“…”

Tang Language looked at Chen Lusi’s defined features, blinked her eyes, then turned her head to look at the enlightened monks and Huai Yuan standing in front with Vajra’s Fury, and after thinking for a moment… she walked forward.

At the same time.

In the distance.

Several Celestial Punishment Weapons were all aimed at Huai Yuan at the front.

Huai Yuan’s expression changed, he immediately looked in the direction of the Security Army.

But soon.

His expression calmed down.

Because the one taking action… was not Chen Lusi.

“This will be seen as provocation, Chen Tiance.”

He glanced at Tang Language, then looked at Chen Lusi: “The Buddhist Holy Land does not welcome demons, breaking through will result in consequences!”

“…”

Chen Lusi did not speak; he merely watched Tang Language’s back.

Beside Si Yujie, the young girl glanced at Chen Lusi’s back and suddenly hid beside her mother.

Tang Language continued forward against the gaze of countless enlightened monks.

However.

Perhaps due to Chen Lusi’s encouragement.

She was not scared this time, and even directly met the gaze of those enlightened monks, lightly glaring at them.

At the same time.

Her imposing aura also began to rise.

Or more accurately, demon aura began to spread.

In front of the Celestial King Hall, with five sections wide, steep eaves, and a hipped roof.

As Tang Language approached.

A roaring sound was heard again.

This time.

It was no longer faint.

Even the other enlightened monks, including Si Yujie and others, heard it.

Facing the situation, those enlightened monks seemed quite surprised, slightly turning their heads.

Before they could react.

Huai Yuan’s eyes filled with golden light, glared wrathfully, and charged swiftly toward Tang Language: “Evil spirit! Submit or face execution!!!”

Almost everyone… was startled by that roar.

And before anyone could react.

Chen Lusi lifted his head.

His gaze bypassed the many Zen Masters, looking at the Celestial King Hall in the back with its five-section width, steep eaves, and hipped roof.

As the wooden door opened.

The ‘incense’ lingering inside the hall suddenly stirred.

At a certain moment.

Chen Lusi seemed to see.

…saw a white-armored figure burst through the door, holding a pipa.

Following closely, three other figures holding a sacred sword, coiling dragons, resting on a silver rat, and holding a precious parasol followed through the door.

Rushing directly at Tang Language.

Tang Language’s steps halted instantly, though she did not see it, her perception of danger was sharp.

She immediately turned her head to look at Chen Lusi.

“Wicked beast!”

At the moment Tang Language turned her head.

Huai Yuan was already right in front of her, raising his fist: “How dare you appear in the Buddhist Holy Land!!!”

Chen Lusi watched this scene, met Tang Language’s gaze, and stepped forward.

“…Patron Chen! Please wait!!!!”

At the same time.

Zen Master Huizhao’s urgent, or more precisely anxious voice suddenly sounded.

Nearly shouting.

“As a guest, I gave you basic respect.”

Chen Lusi did not stop but calmly spoke, his voice not loud, yet it resonated throughout Jiming Temple: “I believe this is necessary courtesy, but all this is premised on the host also being courteous.”

As he spoke, an indescribable rhythm began to spread outward from his center.

In the distance.

Huai Yuan, maintaining his raised hand, suddenly stopped.

Simultaneously.

He caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye; all Four Great Heavenly Kings seemed to have been struck by the Immovable Body Technique, halting in mid-air… unable to move.

He slowly lifted his head, and his pupils dilated suddenly.

In the distance.

Everything behind Chen Lusi had vanished.

Earth, sky, buildings, even the women.

All of it.

Had vanished.

Around him remained only a profound blackness, an endless darkness… as if as he walked, everything around him was absorbed.

The entire world was left with only him.

As if… he was dragging darkness forward.

“Patron Chen… please wait!!!!”

Zen Master Huizhao could no longer stand idly by, appearing suddenly.

But before he could finish speaking.

His words disappear, instantly swallowed by darkness.

In Huai Yuan’s eyes.

In all Zen Masters’ eyes, the world was left with only one person, one voice.

“If the host does not understand hospitality… then the guest does not owe them even the basic respect.”

Chen Lusi slowly walked forward, then stood still about two steps from the evil monk.

“You…” Huai Yuan could not move, looking at Chen Lusi, his pupils trembling.

“Moreover, you seem to have misunderstood…”

Chen Lusi’s sight passed Tang Language, interrupting Huai Yuan’s words directly.

In the unmistakably abnormal darkness.

His pair of eyes emitted a faint golden light.

“No matter what Buddhist Holy Land, no matter how sacred, it’s just earth, it’s domestic land, the owner is not you. As the Celestial Strategy of the Celestial Strategy Mansion, I can tread on any domestic land. Who gave you the nerve to call a Celestial Strategy of the Celestial Strategy Mansion a beast, to block a Celestial Strategy of the Celestial Strategy Mansion?… The Celestial King behind you?”

As his words ended.

Everyone saw.

Behind him.

A night’s light!

Fleetingly!

In an instant… dazzling light!

Everything reappeared.

Chen Lusi stepped forward again.

The next second.

Before everyone could react.

Behind Huai Yuan, the Celestial King Hall, five sections wide, steep eaves, hipped roof, was uprooted by force, suspended in mid-air.

The whole process.

Silent and soundless.

Like a divine miracle.

“…”

Huai Yuan realized something was wrong.

All the Zen Masters realized something was wrong.

They turned their heads slowly and rigidly.

Upon seeing the Celestial King Hall floating in the sky.

Instantly.

All the Zen Masters lost their monkly composure, staring wide-eyed, their pupils shaking.

Huai Yuan opened his mouth, wishing to make a sound.

But before he could speak.

The Celestial King Hall, suspended mid-air, crashed down fiercely.

Sudden great noise!

Shaking the heavens and earth!

Crazy winds, dust, shattered wood, all kinds of chaotic things flew past Huai Yuan.

“…”

Huai Yuan watched the suddenly ruined Celestial King Hall, swaying, looking ahead in shock.

Next.

He suddenly discovered… he was shrouded in shadow, lifting his head abruptly.

But before he could see the other party’s appearance clearly.

A gravitational force suddenly hit, pressing on his head, crashing it into the ground.

Thud—

A loud noise.

The ground cracked, collapsed, instantly concaving down.

Everyone turned their heads stiffly once more, upon seeing Chen Lusi standing before Tang Language, stepping on Huai Yuan’s head, they froze again.

On the other side.

Zen Master Huizhao’s thoughts still lingered in the moment of advice.

He looked at the Celestial King Hall turned into ruins and then at Chen Lusi stepping on Huai Yuan’s head.

…It took quite a while.

Then he reacted, closing his eyes directly in pain.

The surrounding became desolate.

Except for Si Yujie turning sideways to shield her daughter’s eyes.

Everyone stood motionless.

And amidst the dead silence.

Chen Lusi looked at Huai Yuan on the ground, his calm voice sounded once more: “Now, tell me, where is the Buddhist Holy Land.”