"I'm in the throes of killing right now. If you dare to stop me again, don't blame me for being ruthless."
"You thief, how dare you break into my Great Wuxiang Temple and commit murder and arson? I'll fight you to the death!" The little monk roared in anger, and with a flick of his right hand, he threw a heavy punch at Ye Xingchen.
His punch seemed ordinary, but with each inch the wind swept forward, his fist turned a little redder. When his entire arm was outstretched, his fist had become as bright as fire.
Ye Xingchen was taken aback. He had originally thought that this young monk was the senior monk from the Great Wuxiang Temple who had cultivated for two lifetimes to regain his youth because he could not reach the level of sainthood.
However, judging from this fist, the opponent's strength has actually reached the Saint level, which is simply unbelievable. Reaching the Saint level will greatly increase one's lifespan. Why would this monk abandon his hard-won Dharma body and choose to inherit the karma of two lifetimes to rejuvenate?
Ye Xingchen gave a deep shout, and his foot sank into the ground with a crack, causing the high-quality blue bricks on the ground to suddenly sink.
His strength reached its peak in an instant. He crossed his hands, and all his true energy poured into them without reservation. Then he threw a punch back at the monk.
Boom... The two fists collided, and a huge shockwave rippled outwards from the two of them.
At the same time, with a loud bang, the vermilion gate suddenly exploded open, and the yin energy that had been isolated by an array rushed in from the backyard.
The young monk took several steps back, his face contorted, revealing a hint of old age.
He glared at Ye Xingchen with hatred: "If this humble monk hadn't been in the process of returning to the source of his two lifetimes, and his strength hadn't been greatly reduced, my palm strike just now would have killed you."
"I see. I really thought you were a Saint-level expert." Ye Xingchen revealed an expression of understanding, and he said with a smile, "Does the Soul Returning Stage take about half a year?"
"After you pass through the Reincarnation Period, your strength will reach its peak, and then you can continue your cultivation from your previous life?"
"You know quite a lot." The little monk Miaoyan looked up at Ye Xingchen with an unpleasant expression.
"Yes, I do know a lot more, and I seem to be quite lucky too." Ye Xingchen chuckled, "I actually managed to catch up with your Soul Returning Period."
"Hehe, so what?" The little monk laughed loudly: "Although I am only at the Soul Returning stage and my power is only one-third of its peak, it is enough to kill you."
"How arrogant! Is this how arrogant everyone at the Great Wuxiang Temple is?" Ye Xingchen sneered, and with a grab in the void, Chi Xiao appeared.
With a tremor in his hand, the Crimson Sky Sword appeared, and the sword light in his hand continued to grow, instantly condensing into a sword light of more than ten feet.
At the same time, dark thunder rumbled in the sky, and sword light swirled around the tip of the sword. Ye Xingchen pointed forward and said, "I have just mastered the Thunderous Sound of Slaying Buddha and killed two senior monks from your temple. Now do you think the sword in my hand can destroy you, you little bald head?"
A hint of hesitation flashed in the eyes of the young monk Miaoyan; yes, he had backed down.
Not to mention how troublesome Ye Xingchen is, there are two mysterious divine powers lurking in the shadows, and this kid is just too strong. What if someone ambushes him in the dark if a fight really breaks out?
He is currently in the Soul Returning Stage, and his strength is far inferior to usual. If he were to fight Ye Xingchen at this time, it would obviously be an unwise choice.
But he was unwilling to just leave like that, abandoning all his belongings behind.
Just as he was hesitating, Ye Xingchen stepped forward: "Well? Have you thought it through?"
Boom... Lightning crackled in the void, and then a bolt of purple lightning formed.
Miao Yan was taken aback. Without further hesitation, he spread his arms and floated backward.
At the same time, a cold voice came from his mouth: "Boy, I am currently in the Soul Returning Period. In three months, my strength will return to its peak. At that time, I will definitely kill you..."
He turned around, and in a flash, he disappeared without a trace.
Ye Xingchen let out a long sigh of relief. This little monk named Miaoyan was no ordinary monk. He wondered which high monk from the Great Wuxiang Temple this guy was.
Even if his strength is only one-third of his peak, if it really comes down to a fight, I really won't have much of an advantage.
After all, the energy I just used up was too much. It's good that this kid ran away. We can deal with him again when my strength has recovered to its peak.
He is really not fit to fight anymore.
After putting away the Crimson Cloud, Ye Xingchen looked towards the wall in front of him.
The door had just been broken open by the two people, and now the door was wide open, revealing a cluster of tall stupas inside. Ye Xingchen counted them; there were twelve stupas in total.
These stupas are over ten feet tall and plated with pure gold. Each stupa has an ever-burning lamp beside it, making each stupa shine with golden light.
Ye Xingchen stepped into the courtyard, and the instant he stepped in, several wisps of black mist rose into the air.
"Such a strong aura of malevolence! Without exception, all those enshrined here must be vicious and wicked people, right?" Ye Xingchen sneered and stepped inside.
Ye Xingchen was no less malevolent, so no matter how fierce these evil spirits were, they couldn't get close to him. He strolled over and circled the stupas.
He discovered a problem: there were twelve stupas in total, and eleven of the surrounding stupas were almost identical in shape and size.
There is only one relatively tall stupa in the middle, which is made of pure gold and is much taller than the surrounding ones.
The eleven surrounding stupas encircled the central stupa like stars around the moon.
Ye Xingchen immediately noticed something amiss with this stupa. If he wasn't mistaken, the stupa in the middle should be the evil god they were trying to create, right? What was its origin that made the monks of the Great Wuxiang Temple take it so seriously?
Ye Xingchen stopped on the spot and looked at each of the stupas one by one.
On the pillar beneath the ever-burning lamp of a stupa, Ye Xingchen read the inscription detailing the life of the stupa's occupant. He saw it read: "Li Hanqing, born in 1917, a native of western Hunan..."
"Li Hanqing, the notorious bandit from western Hunan?" Ye Xingchen frowned slightly.
He vaguely remembered the man in front of him; he seemed to be one of the ten most notorious bandits in the Republic of China, entrenched in the mountains of western Hunan.
Unlike ordinary bandits, he took money from people and his favorite thing to do was to lead his gang of brothers to sweep around. In addition to robbing villages, he also liked to massacre the entire village.
He would gather all the men, women, and children in the village together, behead them, bury them alive, skin them alive...
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