My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty-Chapter 586: Demon Extermination

"It doesn't understand true intention, but you should, shouldn't you?"

Gu Lan's avatar turned, his blank gaze fixed on the malevolent monk. The monk felt a shiver run through his heart, sensing something was amiss. But he didn't flee immediately.

"Daoist friend, I am a disciple of the Justice Virtue Temple. No matter how powerful you are, you have no right to kill my prey. Compensate me with a golden core, or else the elders of my temple will surely pursue you…"

He tried to use the name of the Justice Virtue Temple as a threat, but before he could finish, Gu Lan's avatar appeared before him, lifting him effortlessly with one hand.

"Mighty Vajra!"

The monk roared in anger, casting his techniques to fight back. But no matter what he tried, he couldn't harm Gu Lan's avatar at all.

"What is your true intention—destroying demons, seeking enlightenment, or becoming a Buddha?"

Gu Lan ignored the attacks and instead questioned the monk, his voice tinged with confusion and determination.

The monk shuddered. He realized he was facing someone far more terrifying and powerful, someone who seemed to be at a critical stage in their cultivation, trying to reach enlightenment by confronting the intentions of others.

"If the elder wishes to know, then I will answer."

"Before I became a monk, I was a butcher. I killed thousands of pigs, until one day a pig demon sought revenge, slaughtering my entire family. From that day, I swore to exterminate all demons and began my path of cultivation."

"Within ten years, I reached the King Stage, killed the pig demon, avenged my family, then put down my blade and became a Buddha, joining the Justice Virtue Temple."

"But I couldn't let go of my hatred, so I chose to continue the path of demon extermination as a form of spiritual cultivation…"

The monk narrated his story, mixing truth with lies. In reality, he wasn't a disciple but a defector of the Justice Virtue Temple. He had joined only to learn techniques for demon slaying, not for revenge but to strengthen himself. In essence, he was no different from the vine demon in the graveyard; one fed on humans, the other on demons.

"Putting down the blade and becoming Buddha… Haha!"

"Monk, do I look like a Buddha to you?"

Gu Lan's avatar laughed, releasing the monk, and suddenly a radiant Buddhist light emanated from his body, a lotus pedestal rising at his feet.

The monk's body trembled in fear, and under the light, the malevolent energy within him began to dissipate.

"Disciple pays homage to the Buddha. I am heavily burdened by sin; please have mercy!"

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The monk knelt before Gu Lan, hands clasped in respect. He could hardly believe it—Gu Lan not only had incredible power but also a profound command of Buddhist practices, far exceeding the high monk of the Justice Virtue Temple, who was of Divine Realm status. Could Gu Lan also be of Divine Realm?

Gu Lan looked at him coldly. "Do you think you can put down the blade and attain Buddhahood once more?"

Without giving the monk a chance to respond, Gu Lan waved his hand, erasing him from existence.

"Put down the blade and attain Buddhahood—nonsense!"

"Offering flesh to feed the eagle, seeking enlightenment—nonsense!"

"If this is what it means to become Buddha, then Buddha is not worth pursuing!"

In that moment, Gu Lan's avatar's gaze cleared, his eyes shining. The Buddhist light around him gradually faded, and while he had not yet found his true intention, he had understood what it was not.

With a flick of his sword, Gu Lan's avatar let out a burst of heroic laughter, thousands of sword beams illuminating the heavens.

"Riding the sword, I come, to rid the world of evil!"

His laughter echoed across the sky as the swordsman in the green robe ascended into the clouds.

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"Brother, I don't want wild vegetables today. I want steamed buns!"

"Alright, I'll go to town and beg for some!"

In a small town, two young beggars squeezed through a doghole to enter the city. But no sooner had they entered than a group of bandits spotted them. The bandits blocked their escape and beat them mercilessly, throwing them back outside the city.

The older brother was beaten to the point of spitting blood, barely clinging to life, while the younger brother dragged him to a shady corner, sobbing helplessly. The merchants and townsfolk passed by, indifferent to the plight of two beggar children.

In such chaotic times, lives were worth less than a dog's. Death was a daily occurrence, and no one would care if two beggar children died here. A few days later, someone might find their bodies, cover them with a tattered cloth, and bury them in the mass graveyard without a second thought.

And indeed, a day later, the older brother was barely breathing, while the younger had cried himself hoarse. Just then, a scholar in a green robe suddenly appeared beside them. His face was fair and his presence calming. With a gentle touch, he revived the two beggars.

"Is this the eighteenth level of hell? Are you Black or White Impermanence, or perhaps the judge?"

The older brother, upon seeing the scholar, asked in confusion.

"I am neither Black nor White Impermanence, nor a judge."

"But since I've saved your life, I need you to answer a question."

The scholar smiled, taking out a pill and placing it in the older brother's mouth.

After swallowing it, the older brother felt warmth spreading through his body. His hunger faded, the pain vanished, and he was filled with strength.

"You're a god!"

"Please, dear god, save my younger brother—he's on the verge of starvation!"

"I'll kneel before you!"

Overjoyed, the older brother knelt before Gu Lan and begged.