Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 130 - 126: Killing the Rashamon, Peach Picking in the Jungle (2/3)

Chapter 130: Chapter 126: Killing the Rashamon, Peach Picking in the Jungle (2/3)

Swish!

The Big Moon Curved Blade slashed against the Coiled Dragon Jade Armor.

Though the blade was called curved, it looked more like a long dagger, studded with various gemstones.

This artifact was named Vajra Majesty, said to be crafted from the material of a Bodhisattva’s throne, indestructible and unbreakable even after endless calamities.

Crack!

When the Big Moon Curved Blade struck the Coiled Dragon Jade Armor, the imagined scenario of a knife cutting through tofu did not occur. Instead, the curved blade chipped.

The tremendous force of recoil sent the Sanmei Vajra flying.

"What kind of magic treasure is this?" Sanmei Vajra couldn’t believe it—no one had ever caught his speed, nor had anyone survived this strike unscathed.

Looking around, the three hundred Tianzhu monks and three thousand Central Plains monks he had brought were locked in battle with the men of the Four Great Demon Sects. Somehow, they were losing ground.

Since when had the Eastern people become this strong?

Sanmei Vajra still refused to believe it.

So what if their defense was formidable?

His speed was unmatched, leaving them no choice but to endure his blows passively.

Crash!

This time, Sanmei Vajra unleashed his full power.

Countless blades of rain fell from the sky, the golden knives forming the pattern of the Miao Fa Lotus.

This was Sanmei Vajra’s ultimate technique: Miao Fa Lotus.

At immense speed, time seemed to stand still.

Song Lin’s eyes couldn’t even track him.

All of this was completed in the span of a thousandth of a breath.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Blades poured down like torrents, causing the Coiled Dragon Jade Armor to emit a series of sparks.

Its scales shattered into fragments. Just as Sanmei Vajra thought victory was finally within his grasp, reality disappointed him yet again.

The Coiled Dragon Jade Armor’s scales grew back in an instant.

Sanmei Vajra backed away.

On the other side, Song Lin shifted his thoughts, and the armor transformed into a coiled dragon that crouched beside his feet.

"Amitabha Buddha, dear benefactor, lay down your blade, and you may yet become a Buddha immediately!" Sanmei Vajra recited Buddha’s name.

"Really? Any sin can lead to becoming a Buddha?"

"A monk does not tell lies."

"How about this? I am deeply entrenched in demonic nature. Let me kill for a while and purge my demonic nature, then I’ll join the Buddhist Sect afterward," Song Lin said with a smirk.

"Hmph, incorrigible child!"

Just as Sanmei Vajra prepared to charge again, Song Lin suddenly broke into a chilling smile. "You’re already dead."

"Hm?"

Sanmei Vajra’s brow furrowed as he suddenly felt a painful sting in his palm. Looking down, he noticed two tiny puncture marks as if bitten by something.

A stream of scalding energy surged through his limbs and bones, causing his face to change dramatically.

"Damn it!!!"

In the eyes of onlookers, black blood flowed out of Sanmei Vajra’s seven orifices, his body dissolving into pus, his very soul unable to escape.

Under the devastating poison of the Coiled Dragon, one of the Four Great Arhats perished.

Seeing their leader’s demise, the Central Plains monks’ faces turned ashen—this was their final counterattack.

Soon, they too were slaughtered.

In the autumn of the thirty-second year of Nuogao Record, the Central Plains Taoist Sect unified, and all sects returned to their ancestral lands, adhering to the Mystical Heavenly Law to recruit disciples and establish teachings.

After Tianzhu lost one of its Arhats, they fell silent, likely brewing a major move in secret.

Zhongnan Mountain, a thatched hut.

Song Lin studied a chicken-heart-shaped jade pendant engraved with a coiled dragon pattern on the table before him, sighing inwardly at the artifact’s magnificence—it was surely an item of Emperor Muu.

The pendant had three forms: dragon, jade pendant, and armor.

Regrettably, the Coiled Dragon had slumbered for too long and seemed ignorant of ancient tales, or he’d truly want to ask about Emperor Muu’s connection to this world and Kunlun Mountain.

Having lived in this world for decades, it all traced back to King Wu and the Four Sea Dragon Kings’ disputes.

But the contingency plans left behind were almost entirely Emperor Muu’s work.

From the Fusang Three Chickens to Shentu and Yulei, and countless prophecies left behind.

It almost seemed as if everything had been prearranged.

Song Lin’s thoughts stirred, summoning the blood-red Monster Chronicles from thin air.

[Eight horses travel thirty thousand miles daily; why does Emperor Muu never return?]

[World]: Nuogao Record

[Thirty-Six Heavens]: Four Heavenly Kings Heaven, Mortal World

[Time Flow Speed]: 1:50 years, 1:1 month.

[Descent]: Soul

[Categories]: Western Kunlun Mythology, Buddhist Mythology, Eastern Penglai Mythology.

[System]: Buddhist Divine System, Penglai Divine System

[Karma Effect Cycle]: 70%.

Karma had risen to 70%.

"The situation has become clearer; as long as I find the jade chicken and stone chicken next, I should be able to transcend this world."

Song Lin thought to himself.

Both items were in Tianzhu’s possession.

For now, he wouldn’t head to Tianzhu—they seemed restless. He’d wait for them to expose their vulnerabilities.

After that, Song Lin remained in Zhongnan Mountain to cultivate.

Upon achieving Great Success of Divine Establishment, he could sense the opportunity to unite Essence, Qi, and Spirit, breaking through Foundation Establishment.

Even if he couldn’t reach Core Formation Realm, the experience of Foundation Establishment Breakthrough would save him some detours in the other world.

While cultivating in the story world, Song Lin spent his days teaching others the ways of refining soldiers.

...

Hidden Sword Manor.

Inside the training hall.

The Taoist Temple’s high-ranking officials had gathered.

Song Lin selected eight individuals.

Before each of them floated an illusory Soldier Formation Map layout.

"Remember your positions, which gate you occupy, and the arrangement of the array."

Above, there were a total of sixty-four divisions of soldiers.

Erlang God, along with the Seven Great Saints, each oversaw eight divisions.

These generals were, in turn, directed by those below.

Eight divisions formed one Eight Formation Map, and each map, combined with the others, created a larger Eight Formation Map.

Within each array lay countless other arrays, endlessly variable, far more intricate and adaptable than the original Eight Formation Map.

Song Lin called this spell the Innate Eight Diagram Array—a more powerful formation that could amplify force over sixty-fold.

If Song Lin himself acted as the array’s core eye, using Five Thunders Skill to assist the Rampant Soldiers in battle, the entire Taoist Temple would unite into one entity, unafraid of even Golden Core masters.

"Kill!"

The Rampant Soldiers roared, their demonic energy shaking the heavens.

In the sky, the Innate Eight Diagrams spun endlessly, dazzling the eye like a sharp flying disk, its presence reverberating for hundreds of miles.

"Reform!"

The Rampant Soldiers and Rampant Generals didn’t hesitate, pausing to rearrange their tactics.

If other Taoist Temples witnessed this scene, their eyes would pop out in fear.

Seeing the unity of his people, Song Lin felt his emotions surge.

This was his reason for aspiring to be temple master—not to sit at the top while the people below schemed against one another. That held no meaning.

Xuanke Temple was a sect founded on soldier refinement. Only by harnessing collective power and commanding tens, hundreds, or even millions of elite soldiers could a true Altar Master find fulfillment.

Song Lin wanted to reform the Taoist Temple by restricting liturgy and filtering disciples based on morals—not out of overwhelming righteousness, but for his own calculated benefits.

Currently, there were only eight people. In the future, the array could become refined for eighty, or even eighty thousand. If the members were too diverse, their internal conflicts would crumble the formation before they even entered the battlefield.

This world differed from the Temple Emperor World, containing supreme masters of the highest caliber.

Unless the Rampant Soldiers’ power merged as one, sheer numbers held no meaning.

So he prioritized understanding the fundamentals of management first, setting thresholds and rules, and discarding practices resembling breeding venomous insects.

Results wouldn’t be evident immediately, and he might be mocked or complained about for the time being. But in the long run, once accumulated, the reforms would yield earth-shattering power.

The initial signs were already taking shape.

Watching the soldiers drenched in sweat, Song Lin’s gaze was sharp and gleaming.

The training soon concluded.

The group was utterly exhausted.

"How do you feel?" Song Lin asked as he approached.

The Military Formation Master and Erlang God’s handler, Wang Ziyue, replied excitedly, "This Soldier Formation Map is incredible—it feels easier to control than even my own limbs."

The Vice Army Commander, Lu Qian, whose talent for soldier refinement rivaled Wang Ziyue’s, added, "Operating the Soldier Formation Map is straightforward, but we still lack proper cohesion—our coordination needs work."

"Practice more, and it’ll improve," Wang Ziyue said. "Part of the issue is also our cultivation level."

The grand formation involved over sixty thousand troops, yet the eight individuals combined could only command less than twenty thousand.

The rest were Rampant Soldiers and Rampant Generals summoned by Song Lin, whom he had instructed to obey the eight people’s commands.

As such, the transformation of tactics still felt stiff, though with more practice, it would improve.

The group rested briefly before resuming their training of the Innate Eight Diagram Array.

Their proficiency grew rapidly. Once this blade was sharpened, it would surely shock the world.

......

Mei Mountain Jungle.

At this moment, a green-robed elder Taoist led several disciples forward, surrounded by thousands of Rampant Soldiers serving as guards, each towering in stature like temple protectors.

This man was Lian Wenzhao, the leading disciple of Scripture Master Zhao Wuji, who possessed the highest expertise in the jungle’s soldier refinement.

After lengthy discussions, they finally convinced the Taoist to believe Song Lin, the young upstart, might not be able to handle the grand stage.

After all, this was wartime. If it were the past, Song Lin being slightly weaker and less experienced wouldn’t matter.

Now, it was critical to gather as much strength as possible.

Thus, Lian Wenzhao had been sent to assume command, given his expertise in soldier refinement.

"Congratulations and best wishes, Taoist! You’re finally stepping in as temple master!"

One of his subordinates flattered.

Lian Wenzhao, though pleased internally, maintained a stoic expression and scolded, "What nonsense is this? We haven’t seen it finalized yet; first, let’s coordinate with the Taoists of Xuanke Temple."

The Taoist was not entirely heartless and hadn’t outright dismissed Song Lin.

Instead, Lian Wenzhao was sent to evaluate. If Song Lin had the qualifications, the matter would be put to rest.

"Do the Xuanke Temple bumpkins stand a chance?" Lian Wenzhao thought privately.

Those in the Mei Mountain Jungle tended to regard outsiders with a sense of superiority, as all major techniques originated from their domain.

Even in soldier refinement, there was no comparison—their skills were unmatched.

Compared to his master Zhao Wuji, Lian Wenzhao alone could easily outshine those coarse folk.

If Lian Wenzhao represented a formal military operation, the others were no more than rustic bandits.

"One way or another, I am determined to claim the position of temple master!" Lian Wenzhao thought, his heart swelling with ambition.

After enduring so many years, he finally had an opportunity to assume an external post. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Moreover, it was Xuanke Temple—a Taoist Temple with solid foundations, albeit somewhat depleted. Regardless, its roots remained intact; with some recovery time, it would regain its peak.

Of course, Lian Wenzhao bore no hostility toward the temple, as these would eventually be his subordinates.

First, he needed to win over the most respected figure, Song Lin.

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