Chapter 1735 - 313: Seeking Monthly Votes!_7

Destroyed by the Righteous Path.

In the Jianghu Chronicles, all endings of strange records of evil are in one unified format: destroyed by the Righteous Path.

Li Zhiyuan had many guesses about this phrase before, especially after knowing that the author of the book is named "Wei Zhengdao."

But now it seems that this phrase might have another layer of meaning. Wei Zhengdao must have crossed the Jiang, which means he should have been troubled by this too. Has he found a complete method of extermination?

Li Zhiyuan decided to take time afterward to re-read the books he had gone through before. If there is an answer, it might really be in the books.

Thinking like Wei Zhengdao is equivalent to thinking for himself, thereby saving a lot of time for himself.

Bu Chen once more suppressed the things within his body, then straightened up, first looking at the place where Chou Chuyin had died, and then at the young boy ahead, taking a step forward.

Luo An followed up with a step, while Zheng Ming stayed in place without moving. Three lumps were now climbing onto his face, as if competing, drilling into his head.

Tan Wenbin nodded at Brother Xiao Yuan, stepped forward, and shouted:

"If you want to avenge her, then come. But if you fight like before, you're no match for us. If you want to fight, show your real skills, bring out your hidden powers.

Then... we promise to turn around and run, steadfastly not battling you!"

Bu Chen: "..."

Secret Techniques have a time limit; the stronger the Secret Technique, the scarier its side effects. Right now, they haven't truly entered the Zhao Family Ancestral Mansion. Moreover, they haven't seen the target, the Great Elder. If they unleash their real skills here, the three of them would likely faint at the gates of the Zhao Family Ancestral Mansion, turning them into a 'gift' delivered right to the door.

Seeing their expressions, Tan Wenbin felt happy and amused, like seeing the scene where he and his companions collectively slumped back then; sometimes Brother Xiao Yuan would even calculate the time for them to slump twice in one wave.

"I suggest you guys just wait patiently. Behind, there are still our third brother, fourth brother, and their families."

And so, this eerie silence continued.

During this time, one lump had already burrowed into Zheng Ming's brain, while the other two slithered down, returning to his neck.

Zheng Ming was no longer laughing but had a face full of pain, uttering sounds resembling sobs.

Bu Chen and Luo An were worried that the opposite side might launch an attack while Zheng Ming was swapping brains. Thus, the two stood flanking Zheng Ming, guarding him, but the other side did not make any moves.

The silence was broken by the people arriving afterward.

A monk and a nun walked over slowly.

Their breath was weak and chaotic, their kasayas mostly burnt away, with shocking wounds all over, deep enough to reveal bones.

Even the most basic wound treatment hadn't been done, meaning internal forces remained preventing immediate clean-up.

Li Zhiyuan roughly guessed what they had been through.

Zhao Yi must have disturbed the family's ancestral tomb.

Surviving out of that area was indeed quite difficult.

Monk Huixu looked somewhat puzzled at the strange confrontation between the two groups, then joined his palms in prayer towards Li Zhiyuan blocking the path:

"Amitabha Buddha, benefactor, could you please step aside for this humble monk to pass?"

Tan Wenbin said, "Please wait a bit longer."

Monk Huixu chuckled, "Well said, then we shall wait a bit longer."

After speaking, he sat hand-in-hand with Master Huixin on a roadside stone.

One helped clean small stones and debris from the other's wounds, while the other tugged on the kasaya fused with skin.

The two carefully tended to each other as if no one was around, occasionally pausing to ask if they were hurting each other.

After a while, the people from the fourth house arrived.

A small man and a large woman came, the small man sitting on the woman's shoulder. They appeared relaxed and leisurely, without any signs of injury.

However, their "dragon and phoenix twin children" were nowhere to be seen.

Monk Huixu took the initiative to ask, "Amitabha Buddha, aren't there supposed to be four of you?"

The small man swung his legs and replied, "They sacrificed themselves to cover our escape from being hunted by the Guardian of the Zhao family."

The large woman nodded, "Yes, exactly."

Monk Huixu sighed, "Ah, truly admirable."

In fact, everyone was aware of what happened. There are indeed situations where companions voluntarily sacrifice themselves, but not to the extent where the surviving two are intact and uninjured.

It's clear the two were "actively" sacrificed by the others.

This behavior is not uncommon in Jianghu, even quite prevalent.

Still, the sacrifice to survive a calamity suggests those two weren't ordinary cannon fodder; their loss is also a heavy blow to the fourth house.

The small man looked at Monk Huixu, "On the way, I passed a scorched wasteland; I even bet with my lady that you must have burned to ashes. Who'd have guessed, you made me lose the bet."

The large woman said, "I said you wouldn't be killed by the fire; he said he would collect Shariputra."

Monk Huixu said, "Amitabha Buddha, it was a sure-death situation, but due to Buddha's blessing, we luckily escaped with our lives."

The small man pointed ahead and asked, "Why haven't you moved forward?"

Monk Huixu replied, "The second house is blocking the way."

"Oh?" The small man looked over, "How to distinguish… oh, I understand. That young man still looks the same; indeed interesting how the second house truly integrates into the Zhao family's life."

Monk Huixu said, "Indeed, this humble monk cannot compare with them, only learning the surface tricks."