Chapter 242 The Policeman

Sword Qi tore through the air, and the sea surged and scattered in all directions, making a sound like muffled thunder.

Aside from the sound of the waves, there was only silence.

Xiang Hongbao stared blankly as the huge ship from the Holy See sank into the sea. He watched knights in classic-style armor jump off the ship like dumplings, stirring up large patches of water, desperately trying to get away from the ship, fearing a massive explosion.

But in the end, the ship sank like a rotten stone.

The knights, encased in what were essentially tin cans, had to expend considerable effort to stay afloat.

Ji Kangle and the others felt their hearts skip a beat, their breathing becoming a little rapid.

However, there was also a hint of pleasure in their eyes.

The sea suddenly parted in the middle.

A middle-aged man in silver armor stepped directly onto the surface of the sea, his blue eyes fixed on Wei Yuan. He said slowly, "Why are you attacking us?"

He was still using that ancient language.

He intended to play dumb to the end.

Suddenly, he saw Xiang Hongbao sliding down from the helicopter on a rope. His expression changed slightly. Xiang Hongbao was a member qualified to participate in some church affairs, a mid-level member, so to speak. Now, he was mixing with these people. The Holy See's Sub-Judicator asked in astonishment, "Xiang, what are you doing here?"

This sentence was also in the ancient language of the church.

Xiang Hongbao was silent for a moment.

Then, with a serious expression, he said to the church judicator, "Actually..."

"I'm a policeman."

...

?!

In that instant, the Holy See judicator's mood went from bewildered to angry.

Xiang Hongbao, having dropped a rotten gag, was smug.

The Huaxia side was somewhat embarrassed.

Wei Yuan sheathed his sword and said, "According to international practice, after three warnings, if the transcendent does not stop and cooperate, it will be regarded as a provocation, and we are entitled to take action."

"You are under arrest, Your Excellency the Holy See Judicator."

The judicator, who had arrived aggressively but had his ship cut in half by a single sword, was silent for a moment.

He seemed helpless and sighed.

Then, the water beneath his feet suddenly exploded.

His entire body shot towards Xiang Hongbao like a cannonball.

Xiang Hongbao, who knew he understood other languages, and the church's 'traitor' had to die.

His right fist paused for a moment, but the power it contained was even more terrifying. He punched out fiercely.

This punch was enough to pierce the secret rune walls of an ancient fortress.

Xiang Hongbao didn't seem to react at all.

But as the middle-aged man's fist slammed down, he suddenly sensed something was wrong. A sharp pain came from his fist, which was as hard as bluestone. It felt like he had hit steel. The middle-aged man's expression changed. He saw a tall monk appear in front of Xiang Hongbao. His fist had landed on the monk's chest, but it had no effect.

Not even a ripple appeared in the water beneath the monk's feet.

It was as if his punch had been completely absorbed.

The middle-aged man's expression turned fierce. He retreated abruptly, twisting his body and drawing his sword.

Yuanjue chanted a Buddhist prayer, raised his hand, and pressed his palm directly on the golden-haired man's head with his five fingers. It was a vast force, but the latter only felt a gentle breeze. Then, the sea beneath his feet suddenly cracked, and huge waves crashed wildly around him. The roaring sound was like thunder, like a natural disaster and divine wrath, raging in the middle-aged judicator's ears and heart.

A few breaths later, the waves calmed down.

Yuanjue withdrew his right hand.

The judicator, who had just harbored murderous intent, had calmed down.

His hand trembled slightly as he moved it away from the sword hilt.

The knights looked at the judicator, who was always calm and domineering, and gripped their swords tightly.

There was an air of solemnity.

Xiang Hongbao also whispered a reminder, "Be careful of the Tribunal's secret arts."

In the silence, the judicator raised his left hand, then slowly raised his right hand as well.

"I demand humane and democratic treatment."

...

Temporarily dealing with these ill-intentioned church monks was just a side matter for Wei Yuan. His real goal was to find out what the changes in the East Sea had to do with the water god Gonggong. For safety's sake, Wei Yuan and Yuanjue needed help to escort these knights back first.

They went to the place where the church's artificial angel had lost contact.

It was a calm stretch of sea.

At least, with Wei Yuan's perception, he didn't feel anything wrong, didn't sense any ancient divine power from the Mountain Sea Realm. He asked Yuanjue, and Yuanjue shook his head as well. In Buddhism, Yuanjue, who held the nine-ringed tin staff, could be considered in the first echelon of cultivation. He cultivated both the gradual enlightenment of the Yogācāra school and the sudden enlightenment of the Zen school. His methods of mind-to-mind transmission were very strong, but he felt nothing.

Nothing...?

Could it be that the changes in the East Sea weren't because of Gonggong?

Could it be the Garden of Eden they discovered last time that was causing the problem?

One doubt after another appeared in Wei Yuan's mind. He casually asked Feng Siyu, but the girl was only focused on thinking about food and didn't have any special feelings. Wei Yuan finally decided to set foot on the coast of the East Sea first, and then think of other ways. If all else failed, he would ask Wuzhiqi again.

Zhujiuyin's words might awaken Gonggong.

As his thoughts swirled, Zhang Hao pulled Xiang Hongbao aside and asked, puzzled, "When did you become a policeman?"

Xiang Hongbao said awkwardly, "I'm not..."

"I just always wanted to say that line."

Zhang Hao: "..."

Xiang Hongbao changed the subject, coughed, looked at the gentle and peaceful monk, and his eyes lit up slightly. "By the way, Master, what was that palm technique you used just now called? Does it have a name?"

Yuanjue put his palms together in a respectful gesture and replied, "That palm technique was passed down by my grandmaster."

"The move is peaceful, it doesn't attack vital points, it mostly uses skillful force to subdue people, and doesn't cause much bloodshed."

"So it's called the Great Compassion Thousand Hand Palm."

When everyone heard this, they recalled the palm strike that had directly slammed up a wave in the sea, and fell silent. Xiang Hongbao turned his head and looked at the huge palm print that appeared on the judicator's shoulder after Yuanjue pressed down on it, and his mouth twitched.

No...

This thing... compassion?

As long as my power is strong enough to scare the other person so they don't dare draw their knife, then I don't have to kill him.

So, power equals compassion?

Xiang Hongbao began to think that the people in that museum might all have some problems.

He looked at Wei Yuan, who was deep in thought after getting nowhere, and suddenly felt a little excited. "Curator Wei, what was that sword strike you used just now called? Is it some kind of peerless secret manual?" Before he was tricked into joining the Cross Church by the Church Committee uncle with two lollipops, he yearned for the carefree and ethereal style of the white-robed swordsman.

"Ah? Swordsmanship? It doesn't have a name..."

Wei Yuan raised his head and replied, "If you want to talk about secret manuals..."

"Well... Chapter Three of *People's Education Edition High School Physics (Elective)*?"

Xiang Hongbao: "???"

Wei Yuan explained, "The sword is straight. I infuse lightning power into it, then move it straight. It's based on the principles of electricity and magnetism. I use the sword Qi to expand the lightning power and magnetic field, then quickly slash it down. I control the intensity of the lightning power to create high temperatures and a chaotic magnetic field."

"You understand how electricity generates magnetism, right?"

"This thing is much more useful for dealing with modern electronic equipment than pure sword Qi."

Xiang Hongbao fell silent.

He suddenly felt that the style of the museum, whether it was the curator or the shop assistant, was a bit crooked.

Zhang Hao, you were right!

Yuanjue praised, "That's indeed a good method. Did Curator Wei think of it?"

"No, it was Zhang Tianshi who said it."

"When he was young, he went to Mist City for 'friendly exchanges'. He felt that spells shouldn't be limited to the rules of the past. He said that if Grand Celestial Master Zhang Daoling was still alive, he would definitely learn this knowledge. Because of this, and because he was very annoyed by a detective and a doctor at the time, he hid his identity and casually audited classes at a university in London."

"Oh, was it Mist City University?"

"No, it was Mist City Women's University."

"??!"

Wei Yuan looked at Yuanjue, coughed, and said, "At the time, he seemed to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, and was wanted all over Mist City. He was also injured, so he had no choice but to do this, hiding at night and auditing classes during the day. As for the reason... I heard that at the top of the London Tower of the Mist City royal family, there is a treasury called the Gate of Truth."

Yuanjue said, "This humble monk has also heard of it. It's said to be a treasure land no less than the Longhu Mountain Secret Treasury of Huaxia."

Wei Yuan said, "There's a sword mark on that door."

Yuanjue was stunned: "??!"

He reacted and said in disbelief, "Could it be..."

Wei Yuan put his sword on his lap and nodded.

"He did it."

"At the time, he just used all his strength in one sword strike, and the sword Qi pierced through the fifteen-meter mithril door, which is why he was wanted."

"This... why?"

Wei Yuan said helplessly:

"Because he heard that there was wine brewed by the fairies of the lake left over from the time of the Knights of the Round Table."

"His wine just happened to be finished at the time."

There was silence on the ship.

It was too absurd.

But within the absurdity, there was a hint of unrestrained freedom.

Xiang Hongbao opened his mouth, half admiring and half complaining:

"He might as well have just kidnapped the fairies of the lake."

Wei Yuan was silent for a moment, and said awkwardly:

"He did kidnap them..."

"Huh?!"

This was what Ah Xuan told Wei Yuan, the real reason why the people of Longhu Mountain didn't allow the Old Celestial Master to drink alcohol. It was considered a black history. After hearing it, Wei Yuan felt that the ban on drinking was still necessary. However, Wei Yuan felt that the old and mature Tianshi sitting on Longhu now naturally had an air of dignity, but the young Daoist who was obsessed with wine and obsessed with swords when he was young was also free and romantic enough.

So free that he was amazing, so wild that he was crazy.

It was because he knew that the Mist City royal family regarded the fairies of the lake as their private property, and had set up formations around the surrounding forests, not allowing the fairies to go out, nor allowing others to enter. The young Zhang Ruosu's temper rose up, and he hated the Mist City for having evil intentions towards Huaxia. During the royal ceremony, he pierced through the royal guards with his sword.

He started a Daoist formation and directly broke through the Mist City seal.

In the eyes of that fairy in the lake, who had a long life and countless legends,

The young man with hair as black as the long night descended from the sky like a god, appearing in front of her.

His sleeves were full of moonlight, and he was covered in sword Qi.

Wei Yuan recalled what Ah Xuan had said and said briefly:

"He traveled around Europe with the fairies of the lake for ten months. Before leaving, he broke into the London Tower for the second time and returned the famous sword that the Knights of the Round Table had once 'obtained' from the fairies of the lake, as a return for a return, returning the object to its original owner."

"Then, in order to save money on ship tickets to buy wine, he sneaked onto a ship, but he got drunk and got on the wrong one. It was a ship transporting prisoners, so he was sent to Australia. This was probably when he was over nineteen years old, but he lived quite comfortably in Australia later. There was no way around it, most Daoist swordsmen had this personality."

"They could be very happy even if they were thrown on a small island to count ants."

Xiang Hongbao was full of envy. The judicator's heart was in turmoil. These events corresponded to a name in his mind. At this time, the ship arrived at the coast. In order to prevent these knights from causing trouble, Wei Yuan and Yuanjue had no choice but to escort them all the way to the Special Operations Team.

Of course, there would be someone responsible after that.

Ji Kangle sent them out and said, "This time, I really thank Curator Wei and you all. Otherwise, we might not have been able to stop those people from the Holy See."

Wei Yuan shook his head and said, "It's something we should do."

Ji Kangle thanked him several times, then suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, Curator Wei, if you want to investigate what's been happening in the East Sea recently, you can go to a small island... I remember it's quite close to the place those people from the Holy See were talking about."

"There's also a village of people living there."

"When we come back from missions, if we can't make it back at night, we often stay there for a night. We've become quite familiar with them. How about I take you to take a look?"

Near the East Sea incident?

Wei Yuan was thoughtful. He thought of Zhujiuyin's assessment of this trip, that there was danger, but it wasn't fatal, and there might even be some unexpected small surprises, so he felt a little relieved.

He nodded and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you."