For this novel ability, Yan Shouyi was also using it for the first time, but he did so with great familiarity, much like how he had never practiced swordsmanship before but suddenly possessed sixty years of sword intent.
He explained with a smile, "My inner demon devoured Abbot Yansong's malevolent thoughts and gained his disciplinary skills. Later, the inner demon was removed, but the power of the precepts remained within me. Of course, my cultivation is definitely not as high as Abbot Yansong's."
Upon hearing this, Miaoji and Changshan were utterly dejected.
Disciples of Buddhism generally had only two paths: either become martial monks, transforming into Vajra Arhats, or become Zen monks, evolving into Bodhisattvas and living Buddhas.
It wasn't that the two of them didn't want to practice Zen, but rather that practicing Zen involved too many rules, which normal people found impossible to adhere to.
Another reason they cultivated as martial monks was that martial monks were powerful and could resolve matters directly with force. While Zen monks were also formidable, their self-preservation abilities were very weak, and it was difficult for them to protect others.
Yan Shouyi, having done nothing much, ate meat, drank wine, and even had a wife, yet he had inexplicably gained the disciplinary skills that Abbot Yansong had cultivated for hundreds of years.
Although the power of the precepts he could unleash now was not significant, it was enough to make the two of them envious, jealous, and resentful.
Fortunately, they were monks. If they had been Daoists, they would have likely started cursing long ago.
"Amitabha." Changshan, realizing he was getting too caught up in worldly matters, quickly chanted the Buddhist mantra for self-reflection.
Miaoji, however, couldn't hold back and muttered under his breath, "Son of a bitch..."
How could all the good things in the world be snatched up by this brat!
Fortunately, Miaoji and Yan Chou were as close as brothers, and Yan Shouyi was regarded by Miaoji as his own son. As Yan Shouyi became more powerful, Miaoji was genuinely happy for him.
With Yan Shouyi's disciplinary skills providing protection, they didn't have to worry about being blocked by disciples of renowned sects on their journey ahead.
Although, given the current strength of their small team, unless a top expert intervened personally, no one could stop them. However, trouble always required time to resolve, and what they least wanted now was to waste time.
After all, Yan Shouyi was about to become a father, and he had to rush back before Lin Zitong gave birth.
Everyone continued their journey peacefully. When Brother Yang returned, no one mentioned what had just happened.
However, as Brother Yang got into the car, he sniffed and said, "Hmm? Why does it smell like urine? Damn it, old Daoist, your dog peed in my car!"
The dog Daoist silently took out two hundred yuan. "Is two hundred enough?"
"Enough, enough, enough." Brother Yang's attitude immediately changed.
One pee was worth two hundred. This broken car of Brother Yang wasn't worth that price. He now wished Old Huang could poop in the car, charging five hundred per instance.
Yan Shouyi had informed them beforehand, and everyone knew that Brother Yang's daughter was gravely ill and needed money for treatment. Therefore, although they always paid Brother Yang to drive them, they were actually finding an excuse for him to earn more money.
This was all merit!
It was just a bit expensive.
The group continued on their way.
For the next two days, they traveled north, entering Songshui Province from Beilu Province, having reached the easternmost landmass of China.
In those two days, they encountered over a dozen Daoists who stopped and checked their vehicles. They were aggressive, but Yan Shouyi managed to fool them all with his disciplinary abilities.
The saying, "One thought deviates from truth, all becomes illusion," made these Daoists believe that what they saw was merely an illusion, and they paid it no mind, as if they had never seen Yan Shouyi and his companions.
However, as they were about to reach their destination, an unexpected event occurred.
At a secluded highway exit, Brother Yang noticed many strange individuals, some of whom were even wearing Daoist robes.
He jokingly said, "Old Daoist, you have colleagues here, hehe!"
The dog Daoist was already accustomed to this. He knew these were disciples from Tiehsha Mountain, and Yan Shouyi would use his disciplinary skills as usual to fool them, allowing them to pass through easily.
However, the dog Daoist still took a glance.
With that glance, he noticed something amiss.
The dog Daoist immediately changed his slouching posture, sat up straight, and shouted, "This is not good!"
Yan Shouyi looked back and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Gou, what's wrong?"
"These people are disciples of the True Martial sect from Tiehsha Mountain!"
"Is there anything special about the True Martial sect?"
"You may not know this, but disciples of the True Martial sect cultivate the True Martial Fiery Eyes. To achieve this, they are willing to sacrifice their hearing, meaning all disciples of the True Martial sect are deaf! Your precepts might not be able to fool their eyes!"
Upon hearing this, Yan Shouyi also felt a sense of unease.
Although the power of the precepts was emitted through the mouth, it actually acted upon the human heart. This meant that even if the other party was deaf, they would not escape the power of the precepts.
But it so happened that the True Martial Fiery Eyes cultivated by the disciples of the True Martial sect also possessed the ability to see through essence and resist precepts.
The strength and signature skills of the True Martial sect disciples were not outstanding among the myriad sects; they could even be considered somewhat useless. However, they perfectly countered Buddhist Zen monks.
But since they had already arrived at this location, turning back was impossible. They could only proceed with a stiff upper lip, hoping that these few True Martial sect disciples were relatively weak and could be influenced by Yan Shouyi's disciplinary power.
"Vehicle check!"
The staff lowered the barrier, blocking the truck's path.
Yan Shouyi counted them: there were a total of seven True Martial sect Daoists here, along with five toll station staff.
At this moment, a staff member led two True Martial sect Daoists forward.
Yan Shouyi voluntarily lowered the car window and smiled faintly at the three, "Amitabha. One thought deviates from truth, all becomes illusion!"
The three of them were stunned, staring at Yan Shouyi for a moment.
Then, they turned away as if nothing had happened, just like the others before, seeming not to see Yan Shouyi as they walked back.
But before they had taken a few steps, Changshan secretly thought it was bad: "The power of the precepts didn't work; their heartbeats are very fast!"
Changshan could hear the three's heartbeats significantly quickening, a sign of spreading fear. The three were desperately trying to restrain themselves!
This indicated that they recognized Yan Shouyi but were pretending not to, because they feared this notorious god of slaughter and knew they were no match for him. They wanted to pretend not to know him and then go back to fetch reinforcements!
As expected, the three also heard Changshan's words.
They could no longer restrain their fear of Yan Shouyi and sprinted towards their companions, shouting loudly:
"It's Yan Shouyi! It's the God of Slaughter! The God of Slaughter is here!!!"
Yan Shouyi sighed.
He hadn't expected that after hiding all the way, they would be recognized at the crucial moment.
Brother Yang in the car panicked, "What are they saying?"
"Don't panic, I'll find a way to handle it." Yan Shouyi was also getting a headache, unsure how to deal with these people.
However, at that very moment.
Outside the highway toll station, several minivans suddenly drove towards them. Before the vehicles had even stopped, people were already pushing open the doors and jumping out!
Their target was very clear: this group of True Martial sect Daoists!