My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 922 - 541:

The leading Taoist had his beard and hair standing on end, drawing talismans in the air with a horsetail whisk: "Kan Water to Zhen Thunder!"

The twelve people's steps suddenly changed, and the Sword Array instantly transformed into Yin Yang Two Forms. The swirling fallen leaves became like an Azure Jiao Dragon, rushing straight towards the man in mourning clothes!

Subsequently, a sword pierced through like a long rainbow across the sun, completely shattering the Azure Jiao Dragon from head to tail.

The Sword Array directly collapsed, the Taoists from Dragon and Tiger Mountain were jolted to pieces from the center, and blood was spat out synchronously from their throats. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"I've seen it," Chen Yi sheathed his sword, "it's just like that."

The Cloud Brocade Twelve Swords enjoy a formidable reputation in Jianghu, but to second-class Martial Artists they only appear intimidating. Upon encountering Taoists from Dragon and Tiger Mountain, they avoid them from afar, not daring to provoke them, wary of their method of winning with less.

While the idea of using four ounces to move a thousand pounds may be true, what if I exert ten thousand pounds of force and you still cannot withstand it?

With Chen Yi sheathing his sword, the faces of those present were both surprised and afraid, weapons in hand, hostility lingering in the temple like needle points facing wheat awns.

At this moment, an old abbot in monk's robes slowly walked into the middle of both parties from the courtyard outside the meditation room. He glanced at Chen Yi and then at the Martial Artist Taoists, both sides being uninvited guests. He did not blame them but merely asked:

"Gentlemen, why do you enter the temple through the back door?"

...…...

A third party suddenly entered, easing the heavy atmosphere among the Taoists and martial artists present. Chen Yi looked around and then remembered he was currently inside someone else's temple.

He thought he needed to kill them all to dust again.

The thought flitted by, and it seemed too extreme, so he smiled and said to the abbot:

"Sorry, Master, for disturbing the peace of your Jialan Treasure Land."

"Amitabha Buddha, it's just a humble dwelling," the abbot replied, raising his hands in a gesture of respect, to which Chen Yi responded in kind.

The Taoists from Dragon and Tiger Mountain all turned their gaze to the leading Taoist. He wiped the fresh blood from his lips and, after some hesitation, bowed to the abbot, saying, "I come from Dragon and Tiger Mountain, and my Taoist name is Yuanxing. May I ask the high monk's Dharma name?"

"The old monk's Dharma name is Xi Wang, and I am the abbot of this Yunlin Temple," Abbot Xi Wang paused and said, "I see, a High Priest from Dragon and Tiger Mountain. A few years ago, the old monk went up the mountain to discuss the scriptures and Dao. Amitabha Buddha, may I ask what's going on?"

"He injured our senior brother Fang Ying and hindered us from pursuing and slaying the demon!" someone said resentfully, with tears in their eyes, "Senior brother Fang Wu, Senior brother Fang Wu died in vain..."

Abbot Xi Wang could only recite a few Amitabha Buddha chants softly, chanting some sutras for the deceased.

He then turned his gaze to Chen Yi.

"I chased that Fox Immortal here, and suddenly there was an ambush with a sword strike. Then I lost track during the chase and injured Fang Ying in the clash." Chen Yi spoke calmly, recounting the events.

Based on these people's reactions, Chen Yi guessed most of the sequence of events. It seemed these Taoists from Dragon and Tiger Mountain had been chasing and battling with the Fox Immortal. The hanging man was Fang Wu, killed by the Fox Immortal. As for Fang Ying, he probably divined the Fox Immortal's escape route and ambushed them here in advance.

"It seems that the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple," Abbot Xi Wang put his palms together, "This is my Yunlin Temple. Could you all give this old monk some face and just leave?"

Daoist Yuanxing's expression changed constantly, unsure of what to say. At this point, how could he not understand the truth of the matter? It was just that his emotions were turbulent, and he found it hard to accept.

After a while, he glared at Chen Yi fiercely, then said to his disciples, "Let's go! Report to the Ancestor Hall!"

As their footsteps gradually faded, the group disappeared into the bamboo forest.

Chen Yi scratched his head, saying nothing, fiddling casually with the handle of the knife at his waist.

"Forgive me for embarrassing you,"

Abbot Xi Wang's voice was gentle and calm,

"You must be from out of town, sir. The old monk has some acquaintances with several High Priests from the mountain. Dragon and Tiger Mountain is the Taoist Ancestor Court and the leader among the Daoist Temples and Buddhist Temples here. Therefore, many of their disciples are arrogant. If they offended you, the old monk apologizes on their behalf."

"No worries, if I were weak,

your disdain for them would make apologies meaningless.