I Can See Your Combat Power-Chapter 935 - 229: The Heart of Asura

Chapter 935: Chapter 229: The Heart of Asura

Longzhou is within the territory of Martial Saint Mountain and does not permit the preaching of Zen, so there are only scattered temples and wandering monks. As a result, understanding of Tang Luo from Buddha’s Country is far from comprehensive—limited to what can be inferred from ancient texts. To date, Tang Luo has only encountered Yankong from the Zen disciples. If one were to regard the Feitian Sect as a branch of the Buddhist community, accounting for Jiuta and the Xiushi Emperor, it would be impossible to have a favorable view of the Zen disciples.

However, Tang Luo was not the type to jump to conclusions based on limited information. He wouldn’t ignore Jiuta’s hypocrisy nor forget the ascetic monks in the snowy plains who were struggling themselves yet still determinedly helped their followers, nor would he forget the composed and kind-hearted devotees he saw, with tranquil hearts, when he first entered the city of Hedalaba.

“Preparation invites complacency; familiarity breeds trust. The yin lies within the yang and not directly opposite to it.”

All things have two sides, to say “solitary yin does not grow, isolated yang does not produce” means only the coexistence of differences creates the contradictions, and these contradictions are the very source of change and development of things.

Even in the most evil of times, there exists touching beauty. Are all Zen followers good people? Not necessarily, but to label them all as villains is even more absurd.

In short, neither an organization that is completely righteous and honorable nor one that is utterly dark and evil exists.

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Of course, such judgments are reached from Tang Luo’s objective perspective. For Feng You, it may not be the case.

The reason the once-prominent White Bone Sect vanished into obscurity is largely due to Buddha’s Country’s ambition to unify all faiths. Five hundred years ago, ten Buddha Lords established Buddha’s Country in Zhongzhou and decreed the legitimate scriptures containing 84,000 volumes; all Zen practices not included in the canon were deemed heretical.

At that time, countless Zen and Esoteric Sects were labeled as evil cults. Those with support managed to struggle on and survive, while those without it had to hide underground, out of the light of day. The White Bone Sect, practicing the White Bone Heart Sutras, was one of them.

This resentment, fermenting over hundreds of years, was palpable even from afar, let alone for Tang Luo, who was at close quarters. Yet he had one thing he did not understand, “The Ancient Blood Tower has already attracted the watchful eyes of the Dutian Heavenly King, and now you’re provoking Buddha’s Country in Zhongzhou? I can’t tell if you’re brave or just foolhardy.”

“Cough, cough, cough, inside the ranks of Dutian Heavenly King’s patrol, are full of those scrambling for power and profit, too busy undercutting each other to bother with a thankless task,”

Feng You laughed and said, “And within Buddha’s Country of Zhongzhou, if they’re not charlatans playing tricks, they’re fools pursuing immortality, turning themselves into beings without desire or emotion, lifeless as wood, just to live a few more years. Those bald-headed monks have read themselves silly; even if their cultivation reaches the heavens, what is there to fear?”

“The deer dances amidst the steep cliffs, competing with the herd of elephants. The deer thinks itself agile enough to mock them a million times but can never shake the foundations of the mountain nor affect the passage of the elephants. Yet a single misstep, and the beautiful deer will be reduced to nothingness, never to recover from eternal destruction.”

A raspy, jarring voice spoke with mockery, “The Ancient Blood Tower is that beautiful deer. I hope you retain your confidence and humor when you’re trampled into the ground.”

Behind his Gou Chen Mask, Feng You’s expression stiffened. When had the renowned Bone Taoist ever been mocked to his face? But the situation was more powerful than the man. The present peace was due to the great battle at the Asura battlegrounds between Jiuta and the Xiushi Emperor. Feng You was well aware of Jiuta’s strength; although respectable, it paled in comparison to the mightiest Asura King of ancient and modern times.

His time was running short, and now there was an unexpected Gou Chen who had appeared from nowhere, with unbelievable strength. Not only was his physical prowess formidable, but he also possessed a set of powerful magical beads that had even trapped the Bone of Eternal Destruction, infused with the Wind and Cloud Transformation Technique.

Despite feeling aggrieved, Feng You could only suppress his anger, swearing in his heart that once the integration of the other three Bones of Eternal Destruction with their secret techniques was complete, he would show his opponent a thing or two!

As this thought settled, the turbulence in his heart subsided. Feng You exhaled a breath of turbid air and said, “There’s no need for Mr. Gou Chen to worry about this. Jiuta won’t last long in the Asura battlegrounds, and if he senses things turning against him, he might just expose the Bone Taoist’s whereabouts to the Xiushi Emperor. Then it would all be in vain. Please, sir, proceed quickly with the exorcism and hurry along after you’re done.”

“Hmm,” Tang Luo, behind the Gou Chen Mask, smiled with his eyes, crossed his arms over his chest, and nodded towards Feng You, “The Daoist Priest is making sense, let’s get on with it and start removing the evil qi!”

“Good,” Feng You’s face showed delight, though he was solidly blocked by the White Bone Sect.

He formed seals with both hands, and with each seal, a spirit pattern lit up on the Corpse Refiner’s body. After seventy-two seals, seventy-two spirit patterns were interconnected, and the Corpse Refiner’s originally closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes as though it had come to life.

Feeling this surge of evil qi rushing to the heavens, the Asura God Statue suddenly reacted. The evil qi surged wildly, creating a hurricane that wreaked havoc in the temple, lifting up the scattered skeletons off the ground.

This was a sign that the Asura God Statue had been activated, and the scattered skeletons on the ground were the sacrifices needed to start the statue.

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In the hurricane, one after another, the skeletons were devoured by the Blood Fiend, turning into the purest evil qi. It streamed into the Asura God Statue’s mouths and noses like a giant whale sucking in water. The Asura God Statue, infused with massive amounts of evil qi, also began to transform.

“Thump thump, thump thump!”

A heartbeat, faint yet discernible, echoed through the temple, and with the influx of evil qi, it grew stronger and stronger.

Moments later, the hurricane dissipated, and the heartbeat became as loud as a military drum, booming within the temple.

“Thump thump, thump thump, thump thump!”

With each throb, Tang Luo’s blood churned, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his heart.

Turning his head to look, he saw Feng You, who was controlling the Corpse Refiner, was faring even worse. He was already half-kneeling on the ground, blood at the corner of his mouth, yet still forcibly maintaining the seal.

It seemed this was not Feng You’s scheme after all; otherwise, he wouldn’t have resorted to such a mutually destructive tactic. After all, comparing the endurance of the Bone Taoist’s frail body with that of a Martial Arts Master seemed like a death wish.

That being said, the source of the “thump thump” sound that resembled military drums, and why it could affect one’s blood and qi, remained unknown.

Suppressing the urge to activate the Undying Battle Body, Tang Luo allowed his blood to churn as he began to observe the Asura God Statue, seeking to find the source of the drumming.

Following the pathways of the evil qi inch by inch, he finally discovered the source of the drumming sound—the Asura God Statue’s left atrium, where the evil qi was most concentrated and thick.

Watching the flow of the evil qi, Tang Luo felt as though he was witnessing the Asura God Statue’s thousands of years of cultivation, countless streams of evil qi converging into the heart chamber, where they amalgamated into a liquid of evil.

The evil liquid tore at each other and merged, solidifying into a substance akin to a clot of blood. This substance kept on solidifying and growing, and after many years of evolution, it turned into something that was like an embryo, like a heart.