When Wei Yuan saw the historical past, the Emperor who wielded his sword to destroy the temple and ordered three thousand prisoners to attack Xiangshan, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

When he saw the leader of the group with a tiger token around his waist and his young yet vaguely familiar face, Wei Yuan's expression changed slightly. He recognized the person's identity—

The last great general of Da Qin, and the young Zhang Han.

His face did not yet bear the weariness of a person who would later travel all over, supporting the exhausted Da Qin.

The young man wore black armor, with a proud and bright countenance.

Then Wei Yuan saw the sword in his hand and the familiar tiger token jade pendant around his waist.

And then his head started to spin.

Wei Yuan's eyes widened slightly, feeling his thoughts slow down, and familiar words flashed through his mind—

Commandant of the Capital, formerly known as the Hidden Tiger, an official of the Zhou Dynasty, reestablished by Emperor Wu of Han, in charge of the supervision of the imperial prisoners.

The matter of the Chief Shaman and Gu, skilled in destroying temples.

The Emperor ordered three thousand prisoners to destroy the temple.

This familiar feeling could not be ignored. Wei Yuan immediately thought that Da Qin was the country that came after the end of the Great Zhou Dynasty, so where did the Hidden Tiger order of the Great Zhou Dynasty end up?

There was almost no need for any doubt.

In that instant, Wei Yuan suddenly understood the reaction of the monsters in the mountains when they saw his Hidden Tiger order—they were almost about to be suppressed by the God of Xiangshui. Although the main figure of the Hidden Tiger order in the pre-Qin period, Zhang Han, lost, he was also qualified to fight against the Overlord, sweeping away rebellious forces from various countries.

There was hardly a generation of cowards.

Cao Cao of Wei Wu, Zhang Fei of the Five Tigers, Zhuge Liang of the Sleeping Dragon, and Du Yu, the commander-in-chief who destroyed Wu.

This was the accumulated reputation since the beginning of the Qin Emperor, a formidable and fearsome reputation.

And the first to become prey under the Hidden Tiger's blade was the former goddess, the daughter of Yao and the wife of Shun.

The Lord of Xiangshui.

Wei Yuan opened his mouth, slightly raised his head, feeling a bit melancholic.

He felt like he had once again taken on a great burden.

Why did he have to say it again?

He should stay away from the Xiangshui area in the future...

This thought disappeared in an instant, and the scene before him quickly changed. The remaining aura on the Jade Dragon reached its peak, and the Jade Spirit stayed in the Huai River for a long time, following the Winged Dragon from Kun Lun, unaware of the outside world. After receiving news of Kun Lun's distress, the Winged Dragon Gengchen left.

The Jade Dragon stayed here, temporarily suppressing the Huai River.

The Winged Dragon Gengchen intended to return as soon as possible.

But he never returned.

However, when the Jade Dragon took shape and was about to take over the Huai River, becoming the Lord of the Water, a figure appeared. It was a man wearing a simple monk's robe, with no hair on his head, a face that looked sad but also peaceful, and a face that did not appear to be from the Central Plains.

He reached out to receive the mythical characteristics of the Huai River water system.

The Jade Dragon became furious and transformed into its true form to fight him, but was instantly suppressed.

Wei Yuan's pupils contracted. He knew that this monk who came from the Western Regions after the Tang Dynasty, the so-called Sangha, was the reincarnation of Guanyin Bodhisattva in the legends. He stared at the illusion of the Jade Dragon, but the monk's face was always covered in a layer of mist and was not clear.

But suddenly, the monk looked up and looked at him from within the illusion.

Wei Yuan was caught off guard, and a majestic force pressed down through the illusion. Wei Yuan felt the whole world go dark, and the memories left by the Jade Dragon completely dissipated, leaving only the monk's figure more and more clear, or rather, his face became more and more blurred, but his eyes became clearer and calmer, without any ripples.

The secrets of the Buddhist sect are all revealed, and the divine powers are fully possessed.

Wei Yuan suddenly remembered the reaction of Wu Zhiqi when he appeared in his dream. Since Wu Zhiqi, who had been suppressed and sealed for five thousand years, could make the illusion have self-awareness, why couldn't the Sangha intercept Wu Zhiqi's divinity of the Huai River?

The divine powers of the Buddhist sect are naturally adept at this.

In other words, he is still alive, or in a similar state?

Thoughts flashed through Wei Yuan's mind like lightning, and then he was forced to face the oppression of the illusion by the tremendous pressure that far exceeded his own strength. Suddenly, he heard the chanting of the Buddhist scriptures in his ears, sometimes distant and sometimes close, coming from countless mouths, making him feel restless, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

The ancient mask on his face cracked open from the center of his eyebrows, and one half of it shattered directly.

Just as Wei Yuan was completely shattered by the pressure that far exceeded his own strength, and the chanting of the Buddhist scriptures that broke through the seal of his soul and washed his true spirit, a hand forcefully pressed on his shoulder.

Wei Yuan heard the clanging of chains and the rushing of the Huai River like thunder.

His own consciousness suddenly condensed in his pupils.

He heard the voice of Wu Zhiqi in his ears, and heard the low and angry roar of a tiger:

"Beat him!"

Wei Yuan instinctively raised his hand, and the rushing water turned into a sword in his hand, and then he slashed down fiercely, almost being brainwashed, and the angry roar of those noisy and numerous voices, which made him feel annoyed and almost vomit blood, turned into a deep and violent shout.

"Noisy!!!"

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Nanhai Guanyin Temple, the legendary dojo of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

It is also a sacred place in the contemporary Shen Zhou cultivation world, no less important than the Taoist Longhu Mountain.

Of course, it is the inheritance place of the Buddhist sect.

Even in the Sakura Island area, Mount Putuo has a very high status, with monks and cultivators from Sakura Island coming here to practice, abiding by the stricter precepts of the Central Plains Buddhist sect compared to the Sakura Island area.

This is mainly because when the great monks of Sakura Island went to the Tang Dynasty to practice, they brought back the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva from Mount Wutai to Sakura Island. When they passed by Mount Putuo, there was a great storm, and the Japanese monk Mingwu realized the Zen opportunity and knew that this Buddha statue did not want to leave. So he left this statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva here and called it the Guanyin Temple that refuses to leave.At this moment, within the Guanyin Temple, the current abbot and several high monks were in seclusion.

In front of them was the Buddha statue from the legends that refused to leave.

Reciting the Heart Sutra, they gradually gained enlightenment, their spirits at peace. Suddenly, they heard the chanting of Buddhist scriptures, and each of them opened their eyes in surprise. They saw the statue of Guanyin transform into reality, its face delicate, its demeanor serene, with a brilliant Buddha light behind it, and the jade clean bottle in its hand emitting flowing clouds, making a gesture of subduing demons.

In the Buddha hall, various Guanyin statues manifested, including the Thousand-Hand Guanyin and the Demon-Subduing Guanyin, each performing wonderful methods.

For a moment, it was as if the Buddha's realm had descended, all in the posture of subduing demons.

The monks were all overjoyed, each saying:

"The Bodhisattva has shown her spirit, she is subduing the external demons."

"Quickly gather the disciples."

"We are here to help the ancestor subdue the demons!"

With the continuous sound of the heavy Buddhist bell, one disciple after another hurriedly arrived, all dressed in monk robes, disregarding any meditation cushions, and sat on the ground with great enthusiasm.

Some were making the demon-subduing seal, some were making the fearless seal, chanting many Buddhist scriptures. Seeing the real Buddha descending, many miracles manifested, and the Guanyin Bodhisattva was incredibly real, falling into an unprecedented state of devotion.

Just at this moment, they suddenly heard the sound of rushing water like thunder.

Everyone was taken aback, seeing in the void, a phantom seemed to emerge, wrapped in water flow.

The monks were not afraid, but even more excited.

"The external demon has shown its true form, everyone, years of hard cultivation, all come to this moment."

The old abbot, possessing true cultivation, shouted lowly, his body emitting Buddha light. For a moment, various Buddha lights appeared in the Guanyin Temple, as if flowers were falling from the sky and golden lotuses were sprouting from the ground. The monks chanted the Buddhist scriptures, as if intoxicated, for a moment truly resembling the ancient 'first Buddhist country of Zhen Dan'.

At this moment, they saw the external demon suddenly raise its hand and shout:

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"Silence!!!"

A loud shout, followed by the clear sound of a sword.

Everyone suddenly heard a cracking sound, and the chanting stopped.

The leading monk's pupils suddenly contracted, and he abruptly raised his head.

A sword light flew by.

The monks raised their heads and saw a sword mark appear on the forehead of the incredibly real, peaceful and majestic Guanyin. The chanting from the sky stopped abruptly, and then a crisp sound spread out. They saw the incredibly real Guanyin lose its spiritual breath and gradually turn into a stone statue.

They saw a real sword mark on the forehead of the stone statue.

Dead silence.

The previous chanting, under that one word of silence, turned into silence.

Then the clear sound of cracking.

The statue actually cracked and shattered.

And the phantom became clear.

Golden pupils cold, a face with an ancient mask, half shattered, half intact. The shattered part revealed a hard face, while the intact part was an ancient and majestic deity, half real, half illusion, with golden pupils, holding a sword in hand, sweeping across the monks.

Slowly dissipating.

On the wrist of the abbot, the Buddha beads left by a famous monk from the Tang Dynasty suddenly scattered.

Beads fell all over the ground.

He fell to the ground, muttering:

"...Buddha's enemy... Buddha's enemy!"

PS: Today's second update...

Ah, damn schedule, going to sleep now.

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