451 That Which Buddha's Heart Turns To
Xiao Se carried Sikong Qianluo and landed steadily on the ground. Lei Wujie swung his long sword and stood on guard in front of them.
"How is shijie?" Lei Wujie asked.
Xiao Se probed her pulse and his brow knitted to a small frown. "Her injuries are not light, but her life is not in danger for now. Shifu."
Ji Ruofeng and Ji Xue took over Sikong Qianluo. Ji Ruofeng looked at Wuxin, and said in a low voice, "This fellow has been refined to a golden medicine man. Not easy to deal with."
Xiao Se asked, "What's a golden medicine man?"
Ji Ruofeng replied, "The most ideal medicine man that can be refined under the Western Chu medicine man craft. To succeed, he needs the strongest medicine embryo, the best medical ingredients, the highest level technique, and most importantly, he's a monk. If a monk has the heart of Buddha, he can enter his demons through Buddha and become the golden medicine man. He can be called invincible.”
While they were exchanging words, Wuxin had already swept over, and with a flick of his long sleeves, he wrapped up Lei Wujie's Heart sword. Lei Wujie flipped over frantically and lifted his sword, trying to throw Wuxin over.
Wuxin followed the movement of the sword and flipped into the air. As he lowered his gaze on Lei Wujie, a purple light flashed in his eyes. Lei Wujie was startled and suddenly, he felt a strong force pressing down on him. Half of his ankle sank into the soil even as he raised his sword aggressively to deflect.
"Hey, Monk, show a little sympathy here!" Lei Wujie shouted indignantly, threw off Wuxin with a sword, and jumped up to free himself from the soil. He swung his sword down, and drew a sword flower as he whirled around. In an instant, the dance exploded into thousands of sword flowers.
Wuxin raised a hand and a giant inner bell appeared, blocking Lei Wujie's Heart sword. Lei Wujie gasped in heaving breaths, "Xiao Se!"
Xiao Se's staff had already struck even before the words left his mouth!
The Prajñā Inner Bell was smashed to pieces.
Xiao Se landed on the ground and gestured lightly with his left hand. A bagua appeared and Xiao Se's palm struck Wuxin directly on his chest. Wuxin retreated three steps, but his eyes flashed with a red light. Suddenly, he screamed long and loud and his black robe was torn to shreds, revealing a pristine monk's robe that was as white as snow. Under the moonlight, his handsome bald head looked even more graceful, and his red-coloured eyes appeared somewhat flirtatious.
"Are you trying to use Daoist arts to evoke his consciousness?" Lei Wujie asked.
Xiao Se nodded. "Yes. Looks like it backfired though."
Lei Wujie looked at Wuxin, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart. "Is he angry?"
Wuxin raised his head and tipped his toes, sweeping right up to Lei Wujie and Xiao Se. He spread open his arms like an eagle spreading its wings and grabbed both of them by their throats, before flinging them hard into the ground. Smoke and dust filled the air but Wuxin did not take advantage of the situation to pursue. He seemed to be startled by something, and immediately retreated.
The smoke and dust dissipated, revealing Lei Wujie standing upright, not a thread of clothing left on his upper body. His knotted muscles turned red as if burned by fire and his eyes turned as fiery red as Wuxin's. He wiped off the sweat on his forehead and laughed. "I haven't used this skill in a long time. I'm almost not used to it now."
Blazing Arts. Karmic Fire Realm.
Ye Ruoyi frowned in puzzlement. The Blazing Arts was a skill that burned himself in order to forcibly enhance his own strength. It was the most beneficial to fist and palm techniques. Even though Lei Clan Fort specialised in finger and fist techniques and were considered one of the best under Heaven, Lei Wujie obviously had a deeper mastery in swordsmanship. At this critical juncture, why would Lei Wujie abandon his sword and use his fist?
Xiao Yu asked Long Ye, "Why hasn't the Patriarch joined us yet?"
Long Ye replied softly, "The Patriarch has been delayed."
Xiao Yu stiffened. "Is that Su Muyu so strong?"
Long Ye nodded. "According to our scouts, the fight between Su Muyu and the Patriarch started off on par with each other. But, in the end, the Patriarch won. However, Unrivaled City's new citymaster arrived, followed by two Daoist priests from Qingcheng Mountain. Their martial arts are not weak either, and the Patriarch is still engaged with them."
"The Directorate of Astronomy and the White Prince. They still don't know their own place." Xiao Yu's expression was livid. "What about the Grand Eunuch?"
"The Grand Eunuch… disappeared." Long Ye's back was suddenly drenched in cold sweat.
"Disappeared? What does that mean?" Xiao Yu asked icily.
"The Grand Eunuch was supposed to be looking for Lady Consort Xuan and the Solitary Sword Immortal, but on the way there, he escaped from the eyes of our men and acted on his own. So, we don't know where he is at the moment," Long Ye replied, his voice trembling.
"Forget it. Light the flare, get the Grand Eunuch here." Xiao Yu was watching Wuxin who had suddenly gone silent, his heart starting to fill with unease.
Lei Wujie saw that Wuxin had frozen and cheered in his heart. "My guess was right. In order to evoke his consciousness, we must let him see things he remembers. He's not familiar with my swordsmanship but he's definitely no stranger to this set of martial arts. Watch my fist!"
Unseen Fists, before the fist connected, the qi arrived first.
Then, Wuxin's white monk robe lightly fluttered a little in the gust of wind.
"I really want to turn you into a medicine man, sometimes," Xiao Se lamented out loud.
Wuxin jumped into the air and struck with his palm. Lei Wujie instantly threw out everything he knew - Thunderclap Fingers, Unseen Fists, and even Harness the Sea which he secretly learned from Tang Lian, and engaged in a series of moves against Wuxin.
Xiao Se stood to one side silently, as he watched their fight.
Lei Wujie yelled with annoyance, "Xiao Se, there's no way I can beat him. I couldn't beat him in the past, what's more now. Why are you watching the show instead of helping?"
Xiao Se observed Wuxin's fist techniques and footwork, his thoughts flowing quickly in his mind.
The first time they met this monk, he climbed out of the coffin, his magnificent style unmatched in his generation.
They joined this monk in their travels and witnessed a longbow chasing life and the procession of a hundred ghosts.
He saw the monk destroy his own martial arts, yet attained a Higher Knowledge of Buddhism.
Later, he appeared at a critical moment and saved Xiao Se from the brink of death.
He was a monk whose magnificent style was unmatched in his generation, who always knew what other people were thinking. Why did he become a medicine man? Why did he fall into someone's trap and become used like this? If he wanted to escape, who would have been able to stop him? If he was willing to die, who would be able to turn him into his current state?
There was only one possibility. He willingly fell into someone's trap and willingly let himself be used like this.
In that case, he must have left himself a backdoor. He was such a monk, he would have anticipated his own path. Why did he do what he did? Perhaps he was the only one who knew. But, the backdoor he had prepared for himself, and how he was going to get out of this, was it something Xiao Se could anticipate too?
Who in Heavenly Revelations City could have prepared this backdoor for him? Who could he have trusted?
Only Xiao Se, and Lei Wujie!
Xiao Se was shocked. The only people who could save Wuxin were themselves? Then… Xiao Se's mind flashed with a sudden thought and he yelled out loud, "Lei Wujie, use that martial arts!"
Lei Wujie struck Wuxin with a fist and sent him flying. Steam surged around his body, looking as if his entire body had ascended into a realm of immortals. He took a deep breath and posed the first move of a very simple fist technique.
A fist technique that even a little seven-year-old monk from Shaolin Temple could perform, Grand Arhat Fists.