My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

Chapter 135: I Draw My Sword, You Will Die



It was nearing dusk at this moment, and the sky was dimming. The citizens of the capital were busy closing their shops and heading home.

Suddenly, a roar resembling a lion's roar from the Buddhist temple echoed, causing people to panic and look towards the western sky. In the darkening night, they saw the wrathful Vajra manifestation in the western sky!

The face was half-Buddha, half-demon, with eyes like blazing torches.

The fierce appearance struck directly at the soul, causing people's hearts and livers to tremble.

"What kind of celestial being is this? It seems to be an enemy of the Tianji Pavilion Consecrator, judging by the sound. It looks quite formidable!"

"It seems to be a monk from the Western Region. I heard that the Consecrator recently killed a demonic monk, probably leading to this!"

"This guy is overtly menacing, looks like a demonic monk. The Consecrator will surely win!"

"The Buddhist sect is too arrogant, completely ignoring the Great Jing. Shouldn't Her Majesty come out and deal with this?"

"..."

Street corners and alleys were filled with discussions.

Faced with the blatant provocation from the Buddhist sect, the citizens of the capital frowned in indignation.

...

Gu Residence!

In the backyard, the nearly dying Rapist was almost scared out of his wits by this thunderous roar. Gu Lan's eyes were sharp, focusing on the Vajra manifestation. He slowly folded the written confession and put it into his bosom, deciding to temporarily set aside this small matter.

First, he needed to deal with the bold imitator of Lu Zhishen outside the city.

"Xiaoqi!"

Gu Lan called out, and the little phoenix immediately understood.

Above the courtyard, with a clear phoenix cry, the phoenix spread its wings, several yards wide. Gu Lan, with his hands behind his back, leaped onto its back, soaring directly towards the western city gate.

Seeing this scene, the Rapist's eyes nearly popped out!

He had heard of the Tianji Pavilion Consecrator in the capital! However, he never expected to be so unlucky today... On his first mission, he ended up targeting the Consecrator's home!

No wonder there was such a terrifying formation!

No wonder the entire family was so abnormal!

The Rapist figured this out, but before he could catch his breath, he immediately kicked his legs and died...

...

Outside the Residence gate!

Mu Yuyan squinted her phoenix eyes at this scene, her pretty face covered in frost, and the jade hand hidden in her long sleeves suddenly tightened.

Daring to call my husband out for a challenge...

After today, I'm afraid the Buddhist sect in the Western Region won't need to exist in the Great Jing Nation anymore!

The Western Region was powerful, repeatedly provoking!

Even when she had just ascended the throne, the Buddha explicitly proposed to establish a religion in the Great Jing, assimilating the local beliefs.

She endured all this!

But this time, openly shouting Gu Lan's name... Mu Yuyan considered herself a creature of emotions, unable to escape the seven emotions and six desires, and had ultimately reached the limit of endurance!

At this critical moment, Liu Yexi, dressed in green, returned to the Residence. She had finished interrogating the rebels taken from the Daming Wusi Monastery, but unfortunately, the mastermind behind it had left some tricks, and nothing significant was extracted.

She was about to report when she heard a sentence burst out from Mu Yuyan's teeth:

"Yexi! Draft an edict tonight, give the Buddhist sect in the Western Region three days. If they don't withdraw all their believers from the heartland of the Great Jing, there will be no mercy!"

Liu Yexi was shocked!

But seeing the manifestation in the Western sky, she could understand why the female Emperor was so furious...

The dragon has its inverse scale, touching it means death. It was clear that the Young Master was the female Emperor's inverse scale.

"Yes!"

Liu Yexi bowed respectfully and responded.

After the two entered the Residence, they immediately left quietly from the backyard.

Liu Yexi rushed back to the palace without stopping, drafting the decree. The decree to suppress the Buddhist sect was a crucial matter for the dynasty. It had to be written in detail, listing all the crimes of the Western Region comprehensively. It was not only to show that the expedition was well-founded but also to shut the mouths of people everywhere.

Mu Yuyan, following her husband's footsteps, gracefully arrived at the western gate tower of the city, quietly observing in the distance.

She was angry, but she wasn't worried about this provocation from the Buddhist sect. Judging by the aura of the Vajra manifestation, the visitor was just an Immortal Stage monk from the Buddhist sect, lacking the mind-bending technique of the demonic monks.

With one hand, her husband could suppress them!

...

On the phoenix's colorful wings, Gu Lan furrowed his brows slightly, sharing the same doubt.

Why would this guy, with only Immortal Stage strength, dare to boast so arrogantly?

Three days!

Throughout his journey from the Western Region, he should have gathered enough information about Gu Lan's cultivation level.

"Overestimating oneself, acting abnormally... could there be some hidden move?"

Caution without error!

Gu Lan stood with hands behind his back, quietly gazing at the monk beneath the golden manifestation, waiting for his next move.

"Are you the one who killed my junior brother?"

Monk Zhi Kong's eyes sparkled with golden light, his hair disheveled, burning with rage as he shouted, "Yes," Gu Lan calmly responded.

"Then take this punch from me!"

Monk Zhi Kong, towering at a height of three zhang, summoned the manifestation atop his head, and the wrathful Vajra seemed to carry a sense of anger as he clenched his fist, smashing it towards Gu Lan.

Gu Lan made no move. Gu Xiaoqi spewed out several flames of phoenix divine fire, instantly neutralizing the punch.

The disparity in their strengths was evident.

"You can't even defeat my Xiaoqi. Go back!"

Gu Lan said so, but in his heart, confusion arose again. He felt that the monk hadn't exerted his full strength in that punch just now.

Otherwise, even with the divine beast bloodline, Xiaoqi, at the Wang Realm, wouldn't be able to stand against an Immortal Stage later-stage body-refining Arhat.

"You killed my junior brother; I must fight even if I die!"

Monk Zhi Kong roared loudly. Treading forcefully on the ground, he leaped high into the air. Both his true body and the Vajra simultaneously threw punches fiercely towards Gu Lan.

"Like a moth to the flame!"

Gu Lan's slender and fair palm rose, and the seemingly huge Vajra manifestation was instantly suppressed by the grand force of heaven and earth.

The monk was sent flying and crashed like a meteor against the mountain wall to the west of the Great Jing City.

Many citizens in the Great Jing City witnessed this scene. A sense of pride surged within them.

Indeed, our Great Jing's number one expert is still awesome! What can the disciple of the Western Region Buddha do?

He was defeated with a single move!

They looked at Gu Lan's figure under the moonlight with great respect.

At this moment, Monk Zhi Kong's aura weakened a lot, but whether it was an illusion or not, his eyes seemed brighter, and there were even a few glimmers of tears!

Gu Lan was momentarily stunned. Was he crying because he got beaten up? That shouldn't be the case; this monk looks so big; how could he have the same temper as Princess Luan Xiaoyao?

Monk Zhi Kong revitalized the Vajra manifestation and came back for more, "Again! I heard your sword is powerful. I also want to see it. Dare to draw your sword?"

The monk had been provoking, but he never used his full strength. What was the reason? It seemed like he didn't want to settle the matter of life and death with Gu Lan.

Gu Lan furrowed his brows slightly, and his indifferent voice echoed in the wilderness, "I draw my sword, and you will die."

As these words landed, the listeners' minds trembled.

"Consecrator, draw your sword! The Western Region Buddhists are too arrogant. It's time to show them some colors!"

"After exterminating two demon monks under Buddha's seat, Consecrator's legend in the history books will become even more splendid for generations to come!"

"Yes! We rely on you, Consecrator, to maintain the face of the Great Jing. Our female Emperor doesn't do anything; she's really useless!"

Mu Yuyan: "..."

She glanced indifferently at the excited guy in the crowd who cursed himself. She planned to have Yexi arrest and educate him tomorrow...

However, her gaze returned to the battlefield.

Monk Zhi Kong charged again, seemingly not using his full strength this time either. He appeared fearless, rushing towards Gu Lan as if he were not afraid of death!

After several exchanges.

Gu Lan no longer hesitated. Ten jade-colored sword energies condensed behind him, each one potent enough to slay the monk. With a slight thought, the sword energies streaked like meteors from outer space towards Monk Zhi Kong.

However!

Contrary to everyone's expectations, this time Monk Zhi Kong didn't resist head-on. Seeing Gu Lan draw his sword, he retracted his Vajra manifestation and turned to flee into the wild forest of the mountains. The crowd was stunned.

"What's this? Running away if you can't beat others?"

"Consecrator is chasing after him, but unfortunately, our vision is limited, and we can't see the splendid scene of that demonic monk being killed!"

"It's no longer necessary to watch! With the dust settling, after the Western Region made a move, no one dares to challenge our Great Jing's number one again!"

"..."

The people, who had come with nervous hearts, now left in comfort and contentment.

They knew that the peace and prosperity of the Great Jing capital were due to the protection of the divine Gu Lan!

Therefore, on every New Year and festival, they would set up an altar for this deity at home, showing reverence higher than that for the emperors of the Great Jing throughout history.

However, Mu Yuyan could see what they couldn't.

When Monk Zhi Kong made that "strange" turn to escape, she seemed to discern his intention... he wanted to lead Master Gu to a place where no one could see.

Was there a conspiracy or an ambush?

No, even if the Buddha himself came, he probably couldn't set up an ambush for her husband... then what exactly did he want to do?

Mu Yuyan furrowed her willow-like eyebrows, but her bright eyes remained vigilant and did not slacken.

However!

In the next moment, she was taken aback because she witnessed Monk Zhi Kong making a bewildering move! The emerald green flying sword was about to catch up, but Monk Zhi Kong, with his tall figure, stopped suddenly and knelt down abruptly!

He wasn't begging for mercy.

His rough and heavy palm covered his head, paying no attention to the jade sword swiftly approaching from behind!

The monk grinned wildly, but his eye sockets instantly turned red!

"Xiaoqi!"

Seeing this, Gu Lan signaled the phoenix to halt, and the jade sword's edge hovered just an inch from the monk's neck!

The female Emperor could discern the clues.

Gu Lan naturally felt it too; this monk was initiating his own killing move. He intended to make everyone believe that he was killed when, in fact, he was luring Gu Lan to a deserted place...

"What are you trying to do?"

Gu Lan asked in a cold voice.

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Monk Zhi Kong seemed to have not heard his question. His rugged face revealed immense sorrow, tears streaming down freely. He raised his head, howled to the sky, and wept loudly!

Witnessing this scene, Gu Lan was momentarily stunned. He didn't rush and just watched silently. He could sense that this monk's emotions were genuine.

But what exactly happened that made him abandon his dignity and show weakness to his enemy?!

Because he couldn't defeat Gu Lan and couldn't avenge his junior?

After a while, Gu Lan noticed that Zhi Kong had stopped crying, although the sorrow in his expression couldn't be concealed. He descended from the phoenix and approached the kneeling monk.

"Why do you want to see me alone?" Gu Lan asked.

Zhi Kong lifted his head to look at Gu Lan, tears staining his eyes red. He spoke slowly, "Benefactor.. Could you let this poor monk know by what means you killed my junior brother?"

"I did not kill your junior brother," Gu Lan explained. "He severed his own heart veins and died... But if you wish to see, I can satisfy that desire."

With dying individuals, Gu Lan felt no need for concealment. In Zhi Kong's dazed gaze, he saw Gu Lan's translucent and flawless Buddha heart, the everlasting heart that gathered the wisdom of the Buddhist sect.

"Indeed!" Monk Zhi Kong's pupils contracted slightly, his face filled with sorrow. He struggled with his emotions, and after a while, a trace of realization surfaced.

Gu Lan shook his head and sighed, "Your current state is just like your junior brother when he died."

Zhi Kong was momentarily stunned, then murmured, "It seems my junior brother also understood when he died. All the preaching about the Buddhist sect, seeking the Demon Coffin, all of it... was just a deception by the Buddha!"

"A deception by the Buddha? Something's wrong with Monk Zhi Chan's cultivation technique..." Gu Lan frowned.

The troubles of the Western Region Buddhist sect seemed to be more complicated than imagined.

"Benefactor, could you... spare this poor monk's life?" Zhi Kong spoke at this moment. His tone, however, lacked pleading; it carried a sense of determination.

"Give me a reason not to kill you," Gu Lan said calmly.

"Benefactor.. would you be willing to hear a story?"

"About your sect?"

"Yes."

"I'd like to hear the details."

...

Time passed, and a while later, Mu Yuyan didn't know what they had talked about, but she watched the disciple of the Buddha kneeling on the ground, mourning to her husband with a face full of sadness, feeling very strange.

Gu Lan listened quietly to Zhi Kong's story. He took a deep breath and asked, "So, the Buddha in the Great Leiyin Temple in the Western Region is no longer your master?"

"My feelings shouldn't be wrong," Zhi Kong sighed. "He knew the strength of the donor, but openly and secretly encouraged us to come to seek you. He feared that the two of us, being very close to the master, would eventually recognize the truth... So he wanted to use the donor's hand to kill us, his disciples!"

"And where is your true master now?" Gu Lan appeared indifferent, but a sense of sorrow rose within him.

Why did it feel like a replay of the situation with the Radiant Sun Sovereign four thousand years ago? He would ask the Sovereign when he woke up if there were any demonic incursions on the continent back then.

A look of sadness appeared on Zhi Kong's face, "He may have already been harmed... When I was a child, the master said that there was only one Buddha heart in the world, and it was with him. If that heart were to be replaced or born in someone else, the only possibility was that he had already died."

"I can spare your life."

Gu Lan wiped away the sword qi and retracted his sword.

This monk was quite clever.

After suspecting that the Buddha was no longer the master, he actually thought of continuing to pretend to be angry publicly, and then planning to have a private conversation with him in the Great Jing! There were details within the rough plan that could be used.

"What do you plan to do next?" Gu Lan asked. "There are three thousand Bodhisattvas and eight hundred Arhats under the Buddha in the Great Leiyin Temple. Even if you've faked your death and are in the shadows, how can you subvert him?"

"Compared to believing in you, your fellow disciples would probably prefer to believe in the Buddha on the golden throne, right? And now that you already know the Buddha's secret, he probably won't use someone else to do his dirty work but will act directly!"

At these words, Zhi Kong felt a sense of powerlessness.

"Not hiding it from the donor... This poor monk wasn't as meticulous as one might think. After my junior brother died and my master was killed, this poor monk just wanted to confirm the truth, then return to the Great Leiyin Temple, and have a battle with that fake Buddha... even if I die, I have no regrets!"

He clasped his hands together, his face full of despair.

His sect was invaded, his junior brother and master slaughtered, knowing the cruel truth but unable to change the outcome. The inner sense of hopelessness could be imagined.

The monk with bronze-colored skin, draped in a kasaya, knelt in the muddy soil, looking utterly helpless and homeless.


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