When the first sound rang out, no one in the room reacted.
The second sound.
Bang!
The man's eye sockets cracked, his black pupils burst out, and it was as if a silk shop had opened, with red, black, and purple colors all bursting forth.
His entire head had exploded.
Then came the third and fourth sounds.
Bang! Bang!
Two more splashes of liquid spread out, and the headless bodies softly collapsed.
"Amitabha..." Yongjie sighed.
Of the Meishan Seven Devils, only the one who first held the saber remained.
He was so terrified by the bizarre scene that his legs trembled, wanting to flee but not daring to.
After a long while, he stammered, "Xuan... Xuantian Finger... Is a Manichaeism expert present...?"
He recognized the martial art Li Miao used to kill.
It must be said that although Li Miao generally held the attitude of killing every Ming Cult member he encountered, this "Xuantian Finger" was truly effective, and in recent years, Li Miao used it even more than the Iron Shackles War Summons.
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Li Miao didn't look at him, but turned to Yongjie and said, "Master, do you have anything to say to him?"
Yongjie closed his eyes and sighed deeply.
"Donor Li, this monk has nothing to say."
"Yesterday's cause, today's effect. They deserve to die, and this monk also deserves to die."
"However, anyone in the world can kill them, but this monk alone is not qualified."
"Since the Donor uses martial arts to stop evil, this monk will not hold any grudges because of it. The Donor may proceed as he wishes."
"Big Brother!!!" The man had been looking at Li Miao nervously, but upon hearing Yongjie's words, he was suddenly shocked and enraged. He turned his head to look at Yongjie, tears streaming down his face.
"You—"
Bang!!!
The headless body fell.
"Master certainly knows how to be lazy."
Li Miao got up, walked around the corpses, and sat down next to Yongjie.
"I saw it clearly just now. The moment he turned around, your internal energy flowed through the Triple Warmer meridian, clearly preparing to use 'Great Strength Vajra Palm'."
"If I hadn't acted, I'm afraid you wouldn't have let these people leave this door either."
Yongjie was silent for a moment, then gave a bitter smile and said, "Donor has good eyesight. May I ask which expert from Manichaeism you are?"
He also mistook Li Miao for a Ming Cult member because of the "Xuantian Finger." He didn't show hostility, but he did take some precautions in secret.
Here, we need to discuss the status of the "Ming Cult" in Great Shuo.
From the imperial court's perspective, it was just one word: "kill." Kill every one you see, no questions asked. However, in the martial arts world and among the common people, there was no consensus formed regarding the Ming Cult.
The Ming Cult's main business was rebellion; everyone understood this and knew to avoid the Ming Cult to prevent being rounded up and killed by the Jinyiwei (Imperial Guards).
However, whether rebellion was good or bad actually depended on how people's lives were going.
If it was a chaotic era, and the current emperor was inhumane, causing the common people to be unable to survive, then everyone wanted to rebel. At that time, the Ming Cult was instead an organization with many years of experience and widespread support. Legend has it that the founding emperor of Great Shuo received help from the Ming Cult, and many long-standing major sects in the martial arts world also had records of fighting against foreign tribes alongside the Ming Cult in the past, so there was some historical connection.
If it was a prosperous era, and everyone was living well, then the Ming Cult was just a troublemaker and a lunatic who stirred up trouble for no reason.
Currently, Great Shuo had been passed down for many years, and the current emperor could not be considered brilliant; many problems had already become apparent. People were actually in a situation of "barely acceptable." At this time, the martial arts world held an ambiguous and ambivalent attitude towards the Ming Cult.
That's why Zuo Lishan and Liu Baiyun could so easily collude with the Ming Cult, and why the leaders of the Mount Heng, Heng Mountain, and Mount Song sects did not show a resolute stance against the Ming Cult, but merely waited to see which side, the court or the Ming Cult, had greater power before deciding which way to lean.
Therefore, when Yongjie recognized Li Miao as a Ming Cult member, he did not immediately show hostility.
Of course, at present, the news from Tai'an City had not yet spread. Once these heinous crimes spread throughout the martial arts world, Yongjie's attitude towards Li Miao would likely change.
Returning to the present, Li Miao couldn't help but laugh when he heard Yongjie's words.
"Master, I have no connection with the Ming Cult."
"I am a lone martial artist, without sect or school, and I'm not afraid of betraying my Master or destroying my ancestors. I simply use whatever martial arts are effective."
As he spoke, Li Miao raised his right hand, clenching it into a fist.
His bronze-colored skin suddenly glowed with a golden metallic luster.
"Golden Bell Shield!"
Yongjie exclaimed in surprise, looking at Li Miao with a solemn expression: "Where did the Donor learn my Shaolin's ultimate skill?"
Secretly learning the unique techniques of other sects is taboo. This is the same for all martial arts sects.
Li Miao smiled, "Master, don't worry. Shaolin has been passed down for a thousand years, so naturally there are unworthy disciples who pass on its ultimate skills."
"I simply acquired one by chance and have never passed it on. I also know quite a few from other sects."
With that, Li Miao gestured a few times with his palm in the air.
Yongjie grew more and more alarmed as he watched.
"Tai Chi Entangling Hands, Mount Tai Swordplay, Tang Sect Grappling..."
Li Miao gestured too quickly; Yongjie couldn't even clearly see what the last few martial arts were.
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He could only tell that what Li Miao casually demonstrated were all extremely profound martial arts. Moreover, they were not just empty forms; they possessed both spirit and form, indicating considerable mastery.
Yongjie was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a bitter smile.
"This monk was indeed short-sighted."
He also didn't ask questions like who Li Miao really was. Since he said he was a lone martial artist, then he would take it as such.
However, while he didn't ask about Li Miao's origins, Li Miao wanted to ask about his.
"Master." Li Miao tilted his head, gesturing to the headless corpses on the ground: "These people?"
Yongjie turned to look at the headless corpses, sighing deeply.
"There's a karmic debt from before I became a monk."
"Donor, may this monk collect their bodies?"
Li Miao waved his hand: "Master, feel free. When a person dies, all debts are cleared."
"Thank you."
With that, Yongjie got up, went to the back kitchen, found the hiding waiter in a woodshed, and asked for some water and cloth.
After wiping the blood from the bodies and roughly tidying their clothes, Yongjie carried the bodies out the door.
Li Miao followed behind.
This was an inn by an official road, with few common people nearby, so there was no fear of being seen and reported to the authorities.
The two walked into a mountain forest.
Yongjie put down the bodies, walked to an open space, and knelt down.
Then he began to dig a pit with his bare hands, scoop by scoop. As he dug, he murmured.
...All sentient beings who are not liberated, their nature and consciousness are unstable...
Evil habits create karma, good habits bear fruit; whether good or evil, they arise according to circumstances...
Moving through eons, confused by obstacles and difficulties, like fish swimming in a net, destined for a long flow, escaping temporarily only to be caught again...
I should, worry and care...
With each phrase he chanted, he dug out a handful of earth and placed it to the side.
Li Miao frowned from behind.
He clearly saw Yongjie's martial arts—this great monk was a top-tier expert, just like Liu Baiyun, at the pinnacle below the absolute Masters.
However, when he was digging the pit, he did not use any martial arts, and even deliberately restrained his internal energy, digging only with his bare hands.
In a short while, his hands were covered in blood.
