Chapter Sixteen: Majestic Justice

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  偶素 want to collect and red ticket's dividing line----

  Translation:

  Sometimes I want to collect and separate the red tickets' dividing line----

  With a sudden burst of energy, the wooden door swung open to the left and right without any wind. A scorching hot torrent surged forth in an instant. Bai Yun had not used her powers to protect herself, and caught off guard, her moon-white clothes were unable to withstand the intense heat, and wisps of smoke began to rise from the hem.

  In a state of shock and astonishment, Baiyun naturally operated his true energy to protect himself. When he focused his attention, he saw that the brocade-robed guest and the woman were sitting face-to-face on the meditation mat, with each palm pressed against the other's. The brocade-robed guest's face was ashen, while the woman's face was red as if it were about to drip blood. Her back was exposed, her clothes having been burned away by the fierce flames, revealing a large expanse of jade-like skin. Although they had their eyes closed and were concentrating on their inner energy, the muscles on their faces twitched slightly, showing that they were in extreme pain.

  Seeing this situation, Bai Yun had already known the truth in her heart. The woman was using her own strength to heal herself, trying to drive out the invading yang fire true energy from her body. Unfortunately, her meridians were damaged and her strength greatly reduced. The fire energy lingered on for a long time, forming a vicious cycle. Although Jinpao Guest lent a helping hand, he himself was also injured, and the Taoist true energy and Zen teachings he learned were quite different, so they couldn't match perfectly. As a result, his efforts were in vain, and instead, it worsened Jinpao Guest's own injuries.

  As things were going, neither of them could extricate themselves and would inevitably suffer heavy losses. Their vital energy would be greatly damaged, not to mention the danger to their lives. Bai Yun naturally couldn't just stand by and watch. Without hesitation, she stepped forward, her left hand pressing down on the woman's round, fragrant shoulder, and immediately activated the Yin-Yang Heart Method.

  The Yinyang Command Heart Method is derived from the understanding of the Heavenly God Soldier's Yinyang Command, which can best harmonize yin and yang, and turn chaos into order. Baiyun has been cultivating in secret for 15 years, and has already reached the state of being able to control the opening and closing of her heart at will, with a pure and strong aura that fills the entire realm. At present, she is even more powerful than the peak of Xuexin Shenni. Now, she is using the technique of "draining the water from the bottom of the pot" to extract the Buddha's fire source that has been accumulating in the woman's meridians, and then inject it into her own right hand.

  About half a stick of incense time passed, the brocade guest and the woman's face gradually returned to normal. In the palm of Baiyun's right hand, a fireball about the size of a ping-pong ball suddenly condensed, scorching the surrounding air into turmoil. After another half a while, the two people on the ground finally exhaled a long breath and opened their eyes. Baiyun then withdrew his hand and closed his five fingers. The fireball immediately went out with a hiss, and the remaining heat dissipated and spread, filling the surroundings, apparently unable to dissipate for a while.

  Baiyun sighed and said from the bottom of his heart, "Compared to the true fire of the sun that Yan Emperor had in those years, it's only slightly inferior. What a fierce Bodhisattva extermination."

  "It's a pity that the great divine power of Buddhism is in the hands of the heretic Xile Clan." The woman nodded in agreement, but then let out a long sigh. After a pause, she stood up, pressing the remaining clothes on her body, and saluted Baiyun with a raised palm. "Zhen Qinghui has seen Master Sister, thank you again for Master Sister's help. Tonight, I and Ning Dao brother came too abruptly, really disturbing."

  "As fellow practitioners of the Mystic Sect, there's no need for such politeness, Master." Baiyun shook her head slightly and said, "Rather, how did you manage to offend the leader of the Extreme Bliss Sect? Do you know that child's origins and identity?"

  "The brocade guest sighed and said, 'We didn't intentionally provoke that demon lord, it was just a coincidence, a mistake of yin and yang. Alas, perhaps it was also our fate to have this calamity.'"

  At that time, the brocade guest immediately decided to go to Daxing City to investigate after recalling his conversation with Chaoyang Tian Shi at Emei Jinding over a decade ago and the extraordinary phenomenon of the three great emperors' stars competing in brilliance he saw that night. However, upon arriving at Yue Ma Bridge, he witnessed Yang Zhao's Zen battle with Tianzhu monk. He then learned that Yang Zhao was the newly appointed King of Henan, the eldest son of Crown Prince Yang Guang, and other details. Finally, he let out a long sigh and said: "This child has excellent qualifications and a strong foundation in wisdom. Unfortunately, it is destined by heaven that the Sui dynasty will be replaced by the Li family, and later it will belong to the second son of the Tang country, Duke Xian of Tang. If I spare this child, he will eventually become the backbone of the Yang family, leading troops to resist the heavenly fate of the Tang replacing the Sui. For personal reasons, for the sake of one's own family and surname, countless soldiers would be dragged into war and die on the battlefield. How can my heart bear it? Therefore, considering the great fortune and misfortune of all living beings, even if I have to make a small sacrifice personally, that is not important."

  Fang Qinghui nodded and said, "That's right. My younger sister and Ning Dao entered the Temple of Ultimate Bliss at night to enlighten this young man and convert him to Buddhism. This way, we can add another high-ranking monk to our Buddhist community. Secondly, we can also prevent future troubles for Tang Guogong when he establishes his country by removing a stumbling block. Isn't it a win-win situation? Although there were several twists and turns in the process, fortunately, this young man has finally fallen into our hands. My younger sister's efforts have not been in vain after all."

  Baiyun sighed, "These great things under the sky, I, a poor nun who has closed her door to cultivate herself outside of worldly affairs, can't understand all that. However... after all, he is still the son of an old friend. This sentiment of incense and fire, I, a poor nun, cannot ignore. No matter what, if he himself does not want to become a monk, I absolutely will not allow you to harm even half a strand of his hair."

  The guest in the brocade robe furrowed his brow, turned around and exchanged a glance with Fang Qinghui. Fang Qinghui nodded and said: "The heavenly heart is kind and merciful, the Buddhist door is vast and wide. We also do not want to lightly break the precept of killing. After the current matter is settled, my younger sister will take that child back to the quiet chamber, where they will be nurtured day and night by the orthodox Buddhist dharma. With sincerity and dedication, even metal and stone can be opened up, I believe it won't take long for that child to understand our good intentions. Willing to sacrifice the small self to complete the greater self, they will voluntarily renounce worldly life."

  White clouds clasped hands together and chanted a Buddhist mantra. "The Pure Land Sect has abandoned the etiquette of the Central Plains, spreading the heretical teachings that seek liberation through indulgence in desires. If Zhao'er continues to follow them, those who approach ink will be stained black, and the consequences are too terrible to contemplate. If Master Sister can guide him back to the right path, it would be for the best. Homage to the Great Compassionate and Great Merciful Guanyin Bodhisattva."

  Brocade Robe Guest smiled bitterly and said, "This time we are both seriously injured. Within seven days, it's not easy to take action again. The Extreme Music Sect outside must have already closed the nine gates and launched a full-scale search of the city. How can we get through these seven days, it's really a headache."

  Bai Yun seemed to have not thought of this problem, and was taken aback by the words. She immediately comforted him, saying: "Brother Dao can rest assured. My White Cloud Temple is located in a remote area, and there are very few people who come here normally. Moreover, there are so many temples in Daxing City..." Before she finished speaking, her face suddenly changed, and she shouted: "Who is it?" With a wave of her sleeve, five or six invisible forces were released simultaneously, striking the white-robed Guanyin statue on the side hall from different directions.

  Just as the statue was about to be smashed into powder, an invisible force suddenly coiled around the statue like a snake, striking it with a loud "crack" in the gap between the statue and the wall. This move was so precise and skillful that it had reached the realm of being divine and magical. The two onlookers couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

  But after one blow, there was not even half a movement behind the statue. Fang Qing's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and she asked, "Shi Jie?" Bai Yun didn't answer, stepped forward, stretched out her palm to press against the base of the statue, and suddenly generated an extremely strong attractive force. With ease, she lifted the two-meter-high statue with one hand and moved it away. The crowd looked on in amazement, unable to help but exclaim "Ah" in unison.

  In the gap between the walls, a straw-stuffed dummy lay there. The talisman on its body had been burned to ashes. White Cloud beckoned with her left hand and grasped the dummy in her palm. After a quick glance, she suddenly understood. With a gentle wave of her sleeve, she swept away the dust and ashes, then carefully put back the Buddha statue, turned around and said in a low voice: "Our conversation just now has been overheard by someone, we can't stay here any longer."

  "Using symbols to control the odd, transmitting sound over a thousand miles? Such means are truly astonishing and admirable." The brocade-robed guest sighed and said: "I didn't expect that within the Extreme Joy Demon Sect, there would actually be such an able person."

  "Ning Dao brother, if this humble nun's guess is correct, then this person is not a member of the Extreme Joy Sect. Instead, it seems more like the doing of an old acquaintance from my past... Didn't expect her to..."

  At this time, what Baiyun was thinking of was the strange woman Lansi he had met when he was roaming Jianghu. Lansi was not a native of China, but came from the far west, the Great Qin (the ancient Roman Empire). She was lost in the Central Plains since childhood and was raised by Yang Su, who taught her the mysterious techniques such as Qimen Dunjia in "Yijing Xuanjian". Later, she was also accepted as a disciple by Emperor Yan and learned the ultimate technique of "Yanwu Lun". From this relationship, Baiyun and Lansi had a bond as fellow disciples, so naturally they didn't want to turn against each other. He shook his head and said: "Alas, it's an old story, not worth mentioning. Ning Dao brother, Fan Shi sister, are you still comfortable with your actions?"

  Fang Qing nodded and said: "As long as we don't fight, just using lightness skills is fine. Unfortunately... it also implicated Bai Yun Shijie."

  Bai Yun said calmly, "Originally, I came and went without any worries. What's the point of being attached to external things?" After a pause, he continued, "Behind the courtyard is a small hill, which is just beside the west city wall of Daxing City. The guards there are sparse, it's just right for us to find an opportunity to slip through."

  "Then let's not delay, bring Yu Lian and the child, and set off." Fang Qinghui got up and walked. She was seriously injured and couldn't open the door with her internal energy like usual, so she had to push it with her hand. Her right index finger was only half an inch away from the wooden door when suddenly a strange whistle came from outside in the night sky.

  That whistle was neither piercing nor mournful. When heard in the ear, it seemed to be a woman's voice of extreme pleasure when she reached the highest peak on Mount Wu Yun Yu, and couldn't help but let out a sound of joy. Although Buddhism doesn't emphasize physical appearance, but Fan Qinghe and Baiyun were still virgins after all, suddenly hearing this kind of voice, they couldn't help but blush, each secretly spitting twice. Only the brocade-robed guest was unmoved, whispering: "Is that the signal of the Extreme Pleasure Sect? Not good, there are soldiers coming."

  Fang Qinghui and Bai Yun concentrated their minds, and indeed they both felt that the ground was slightly trembling. If it weren't for the large team of elite heavy armored cavalry galloping in unison, such a shocking phenomenon would not have appeared. This kind of heavy armor cavalry is heavily armed, and can only be released to gallop when extremely close to the enemy. Bai Yun let out a slight sigh, shook his head and said: "It seems that we won't be able to escape."

  Jin Piao Ke and Fan Qing Hui listened, and couldn't help but fall silent together.

  Those several hundred elite iron-armored cavalrymen, who came galloping in a rush, were indeed invincible on the battlefield, but to deal with real masters, they were still far from enough. The three people in the hall had martial arts skills that could be counted among the best in the world, and if it were an ordinary day, there would naturally be a hundred ways to easily cope with them.

  Unfortunately, the situation is special now. Not to mention that there must be strong bows and crossbows in the cavalry squad, let alone the fact that there are definitely extreme joy sect disciples among the incoming people. As long as they are slightly entangled and delayed, Moheye Na Xing will immediately catch up and show off his skills.

  Although he had been cultivating the Yin and Yang for 15 years, achieving great perfection and fulfillment. However, before his return to seclusion, Bai Yun was forced to leave the Tian Shen Sword in a certain place due to a particular matter. Now, without the power of the Yin and Yang, if he were to engage in combat with Mohe Ye, Bai Yun's chances of victory would be at most 40%. Jinpao Ke and Fan Qinghui were also injured. With one misstep, all four of them, including his young apprentice Shi Yuzhan, could end up dead and unburied.

  Just as they were thinking about this, the sound of horses and people came from afar, getting closer and closer until it reached the gate of White Cloud Temple. It's unclear whether it was a clever idea or a desperate attempt, but White Cloud said in a low voice, "Ning Dao brother, Fan Shi sister, follow me." He quickly walked out of the hall and rushed to the back courtyard, heading towards the meditation room where Yang Zhao was lying. The little nun, Shiyu Lian, was dozing off beside the bed, but suddenly heard someone entering the room, so she hastily got up, wiped her mouth, and called out, "Master?"

  Bai Yun didn't even have time to respond to his disciple, and instead turned to Yang Zhao and said, "Young Master Wang, I've wronged you." With a casual gesture, he sealed off Yang's acupoints and lifted him up, turning around to head outside. He walked straight into the courtyard, where a large ceramic vat was filled with clear water, pushed open the vat and pulled out the stone slab, revealing a dark and deep hole.

  Bai Yun turned around and said, "Below, there is a stone room, the space is enough to hide. It was discovered unintentionally when this poor nun had just bought these two courtyards. I apologize to Ning Dao brother and Fan Shi sister, take this child down first and temporarily avoid for a while. This poor nun will face it and should be able to bluff through."

  Jin Pao Ke and Fan Qing Hui, both of whom held extremely high status in the martial arts world, wherever they went, had always been treated with great respect. Who would have thought that tonight they would actually be reduced to having to crawl through a hole in the ground? The two couldn't help but exchange bitter smiles, both feeling the same sense of "a tiger fallen into a humble state being bullied by dogs".

  They were also flexible people, and there was absolutely no thought of "dying to fight out" in their hearts. At this time, the brocade robe guest took over Yang Zhao and said: "Thank you." He jumped down first.

  All night, he was treated like a commodity, being tossed around, his life and death controlled by others. Yang Zhao's mood had reached its worst point. Silently cursing: "Damn you, stinky cow nose! Usually, you put on airs, pretending to be a high-ranking official. Bah! When things come to a head, aren't you still going to learn from Wang Ba Guo, shrinking your head and hiding in a hole? I'll escape tomorrow and run to the Jianghu, becoming a big loudspeaker, proclaiming your ugly behavior everywhere. Let's see if you'll still have the nerve to swindle and deceive people, pretending to be a god."

  She was secretly plotting in her stomach, when a fragrant wind blew into her nose, and Fang Qinghui also jumped down from the stone room. White Cloud covered the stone slab again, moved the water tank back to press it down, and took the young apprentice Yu Lian to walk towards the front door. At this time, a loud knocking sound had already sounded outside, and a woman's voice came in from outside, calling out: "White Cloud sister, open the door!"

  The white cloud was at a loss, and Yang Zhao didn't know what to do. The stone slab on his head was covered, and the stone room immediately became pitch black, with no sound penetrating. Just as he felt suffocated, he suddenly heard a faint "hiss" sound, and a flame lit up in front of him, revealing that the brocade-clad guest had ignited a fire starter in his hand.

  Yang Zhao subconsciously let out a sigh of relief and looked around, only to see that the stone room was about two or three square meters in size, with nothing inside. Perhaps because they had made sure that Yang Zhao would definitely not be able to escape, Jinpao Ke and Fan Qinghui did not put themselves in their sights at all, but instead leaned against the wall, cultivating their skills and listening intently for any movement outside. With his back against the wall, Yang Zhao was bored out of his mind, his eyes wandering aimlessly around the room before finally coming to rest on Fan Qinghui.

  Fang Qinghui's outer robe was already burned in half when he drove out the fire energy just now. After a series of changes, there was no time to find another piece of clothing to cover up. At this moment, a large area of smooth and flawless skin on his back was exposed, which happened to satisfy Yang Zhao's eyes.

  Yang Zhao was after all young and vigorous, at the age most easily attracted to the opposite sex. Even though he knew this woman was not easy to mess with, a beauty is still a beauty, always a pleasure to look at. Furthermore, the stone room was narrow, everyone was extremely close together. Wave after wave of feminine fragrance wafted into his nose, it was simply impossible to block out. Yang Zhao's heart couldn't help but flutter, and wild thoughts began to arise.

  At this moment, someone whispered "heh" in his ear. Yang Zhao was startled and his whole body stood on end. Subconsciously, he shouted: "Who?"

  There were only three people in the stone room, and no one had spoken. But where did this laughter come from?