"Damn, nothing!"
"I don't have anything here either!"
"Old Seventeen, any discoveries?"
"Nothing. Other than these dark-skinned girls in the room, forget Hou Junji, there isn't even a monkey here!"
The temple wasn't that large. In less than half an hour, aside from the three still guarding the gate, the eleven Yan Yun Riders had searched everywhere and found nothing.
"Let's go to the front and see if Brother Guan has found anything!"
Li Da suggested to the others.
"Let's go!"
The group moved from the back of the temple to the front courtyard. As soon as they arrived, they saw Guan Chang and the other three fighting with the monks.
"Attack together and take them down!"
Guan Chang heard footsteps and initially thought more monks were coming. Seeing Li Da, Bai Song, and Lü Shuang instantly filled him with joy.
However, Chan Master Xuan Miao, who had been standing outside the battle ring alone, turned pale. His eyes darted around the courtyard, seemingly searching for an escape route.
It was just that Zhang De and Huang Sheng, while fighting Sun Wuhuan and Sha Wuchan, had somehow blocked the temple's main gate.
The front gate was blocked.
The other three small gates were likely also blocked. What could be done?
"Bald donkey, take my blade!"
At this moment, Huang Sheng's Mo Dao slashed towards Sha Wuchan's neck at an extremely tricky angle. Sha Wuchan's move was committed, and his Vajra Pestle couldn't be retracted in time to block. He could only once again use the Iron Plate Bridge technique, instantly falling backward.
However, as he fell, Huang Sheng's Mo Dao shifted, changing its angle to chop directly down at Sha Wuchan's chest.
Sha Wuchan's eyes widened. At this moment, he had no ability to dodge again.
Clang~!
Huang Sheng's Mo Dao fiercely struck his chest. Perhaps it was his fate not to die, as the blade did not cut his flesh but was blocked by a string of Buddhist prayer beads, the size of a child's fist, hanging on his chest.
This certain death situation was reversed by a string of prayer beads. Although the blade did not strike him, the powerful force transmitted through the beads struck him and severely wounded him.
Pfft~!
Sha Wuchan vomited a mouthful of blood from his mouth and nose, collapsing to the ground and immediately losing consciousness.
Not long after his defeat, Zhu Wuxi was also struck in the face by Zhao Long's blade. The Mo Dao weighed sixty jin, coupled with Zhao Long's swinging force, this blow carried at least two hundred jin of force.
Before Zhu Wuxi could even let out a scream, he was flipped to the ground, his life or death unknown.
"Third brother, you're weak!"
Zhao Long flicked the blood from his Mo Dao and mocked Zhang De, who was still fighting Sun Wuhuan.
"Hmph! Monkey-like creature, let me show you your third brother's ultimate move!"
"Yaksha Explores the Sea~~!"
With a loud shout, Zhang De thrust his Mo Dao towards Sun Wuhuan's lower body like a spitting snake.
Sun Wuhuan quickly raised his staff to block the Mo Dao.
Zhang De's moves didn't stop. Using Sun Wuhuan's force, he spun around, gripping the Mo Dao with both hands and sweeping it in a large circle, like a whirlwind, towards Sun Wuhuan.
Missing with the first slash, Zhang De stomped his right foot heavily on the ground and leaped high into the air, delivering a "Forceful Cleaving of Mount Hua," chopping towards Sun Wuhuan again.
After several brute force moves, the small Sun Wuhuan was ultimately outmatched in strength. Despite forcefully raising his staff to block with all his might, he was still forced to his knees by Zhang De's immense power, even denting the stone slabs of the temple.
The vital energy he was holding in his dantian was directly injured by the intense clash, damaging his internal organs. Like Sha Wuchan, he spewed blood from his mouth and nose, collapsing to the ground.
Sun Wuhuan defeated!
Chan Master Xuan Miao stood frozen, his legs trembling, lacking the courage to flee.
His three disciples, who had followed him from the frontiers of the Great Tang, had never suffered a defeat. They had slain countless villains and fierce beasts along the way. Today, their defeat was so thorough!
The monks around them were even more vulnerable. Furthermore, those peculiar wooden pestles were ultimately just wood. When they clashed with the Mo Dao, they snapped like rotten wood.
In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, over a hundred Indian monks were brought down by the Yan Yun Riders as easily as sweeping leaves in autumn.
Blood flowed profusely along the stone slabs, looking gruesome. However, very few were actually killed in the exchanges.
Bai Song and the others intentionally held back, wanting to capture them alive to question them about Hou Junji's whereabouts.
Watching the Yan Yun Riders, each carrying a long Mo Dao, surround him, Chan Master Xuan Miao forced himself to remain calm and chanted a Buddhist greeting.
"Namo Huanxi Buddha~~"
"Esteemed patrons, resorting to such Asura-like methods, do you truly not fear falling into Avici Hell in the future?"
"Put down the butcher's knife, practice joy immediately, wash away all worldly evil, purify all sins."
"With the joyful Buddha's dharma, perform joyful deeds, forget hatred and all troubles, and attain great freedom, great merit, great~~"
"I'll give you a 'great' face of mine!" Zhang De said, digging in his ear with his thick little finger, interrupting Xuan Miao dismissively.
"Bald donkey! Confess honestly, where did that bastard Hou Junji go!"
"Otherwise, I'll make sure you can never practice this so-called Huanxi Buddha for the rest of your life!"
Bai Song glared menacingly and extended his Mo Dao, pointing directly between Xuan Miao's legs.
Xuan Miao's legs trembled even more. He looked at the Indian monks on the ground staring at him. If the curse were effective, the ancestral graves of the Yan Yun Riders would likely be exploding.
He had endured countless hardships to bring his three disciples to India to propagate the joyful Buddha's dharma.
For this, he had spent great effort to finally make these Mahayana Buddhist followers believe he was the living manifestation of the Huanxi Buddha. But if he begged for mercy now, his image would instantly collapse, and it would be incredibly difficult to preach in India in the future.
Therefore, he had cursed the Yan Yun Riders countless times in his heart, hating them for not killing these monks earlier.
Staring at the Mo Dao pointed at his crotch, Xuan Miao couldn't help but retreat a few steps, subconsciously creating distance.
Catching a glimpse of disbelief in the expressions of the monks, he quickly mustered his courage and said, "Patrons, your actions are not right!"
"First of all, even if such a long thing as yours doesn't stab me, it's still not good to damage the flowers and plants in this temple, isn't it?"
"Of course, patrons might not care about these things, but crucially, I worry you might injure your wrist."
"So, please put this away, and let's chat slowly, shall we?"
Guan Chang and the others watched with cold eyes. Bai Song extended his Mo Dao a bit further, the cold blade almost touching Chan Master Xuan Miao's pants.
"Stop the nonsense, we chased that bastard Hou Junji all the way here. Confess honestly, where did that son of a bitch go!"
"If you dare to blabber nonsense again, I'll cut off your bird right now!"
Chan Master Xuan Miao looked at the Mo Dao extended towards him again, almost wetting his pants. He retreated another two steps, pointed at Bai Song, and rebuked him in an extremely stern voice.
"How can you do this!"
"This is a sacred Buddhist place, how can you wield weapons carelessly!"
"You! Don't look around, I'm talking about you!"
"If you dare, follow me. If I don't tell you the whereabouts of that son of a bitch, then I'm not worthy to be the living manifestation of the Huanxi Buddha!"
Xuan Miao's tone was like a parent scolding a child, changing the expressions of everyone present.
The Yan Yun Riders stared at him as if he were an idiot.
As for the monks, their eyes were filled with reverence. Xuan Miao had used obscure Indian languages when lecturing them before, and they didn't understand a single word of the Tang dialect now.
However, Xuan Miao's imposing demeanor deeply impressed them. To dare to reprimand these god-like killers so sternly, he was truly worthy of being the living manifestation of the Huanxi Buddha!