【The Rebirth of Bian Bufu in the Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty】(The End of Jingnian Temple)

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It
was a moonlit night in the suburbs of Luoyang, at the Jingnian Zen Temple.
Jingnian Zen Temple, a Buddhist holy site on par with Cihang Jingzhai, was naturally grand in scale and magnificent in appearance.
The temple contained no fewer than a hundred buildings, practically a small town.
All the buildings were arranged along a central axis directly opposite the temple gate, with a
bronze hall at the very center, measuring three zhang in length and width, and about one and a half zhang in height.
Just this bronze hall, built to isolate the special energy of the He Shi Bi jade, alone revealed
the immense wealth of this Buddhist holy site. A hall entirely of bronze, with added precious metals, and meticulously constructed by skilled craftsmen—even
noble families of the four great clans might not have been able to build such a structure.
Because, if we assume the walls of this bronze hall were about 400mm thick (modern cold storage
walls are typically 370mm thick), and even if the material was tin bronze, popular during the Sui Dynasty, rather than pure copper, then
the weight of this bronze hall would exceed 300 tons.
What would it mean to collect over 300 tons of copper to build a single structure in ancient times? During the Sui Dynasty, the currency was
the Wuzhu coin, with each coin weighing only about 3 grams. Therefore, this copper palace alone would have required a billion copper coins.
Ignoring the scarcity of gold and silver during the Sui Dynasty, and using the currency conversion from the Song Dynasty onwards (1 tael of gold
= 10 taels of silver = 10 strings of copper coins = 10,000 copper coins), the copper palace would be worth millions of
taels of silver or hundreds of thousands of taels of gold.
Using hundreds of thousands of taels of gold to build a copper palace would be incredibly wasteful… while the other buildings were all tall and
majestic, uniformly covered with tricolor glazed tiles, their bright colors and opulent appearance adding to the splendor.
Bian Bufu's cold, sharp voice rang out: "Four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, how many pavilions are shrouded in mist and rain? Hmph,
how much of the people's hard-earned money must have been seized to build a Zen temple of this scale? And you call it quiet contemplation? Bah! Every corner is filled with
the stench of money."
At this moment, the lights in the Zen temple began to flicker on, followed by a flurry of footsteps. One by one, bald
monks, led by their leaders, filed out from every corner, quickly
marching towards the large square with its white jade balustrade at the temple entrance.
These monks were robust and agile, clearly skilled in martial arts. Even more astonishing was
their synchronized steps and silent movements, displaying remarkable organization.
There were nearly three hundred such monks—a formidable force indeed.
On the battlefield, hundreds of well-trained and perfectly coordinated experts forming an arrowhead charge
would likely overwhelm tens of thousands of ordinary soldiers, scattering them in an instant.
If a decisive battle were to occur with the Li clan in the future, and such a force of monks were to charge alongside Li Shimin's Xuanjia Iron Cavalry
, the battlefield would likely be unbearable. They should seize this opportunity to wipe out these key members of the Hu sect!
At the head of these monks stood four older monks, all exuding a restrained yet imposing aura. These were
the four guardian Vajras of Jingnian Temple: Bu Chen, Bu Ju, Bu Tan, and Bu Chi.
They watched Bian Bufu and his group with tense expressions and wary eyes.
At this moment, the towering bronze doors of the central bronze hall opened without wind, and a tall, slender, and handsome monk
slowly emerged—it was Master Liaokong, the abbot of Jingnian Temple.
Looking at the densely packed army behind Bian Bufu, he frowned and gave Bu Chen, the leader of the four Vajras,
a meaningful look.
Bian Bufeng clasped his hands together and asked, "This is a pure Buddhist sanctuary. May I ask who you are, 　　benefactor , and what is
your purpose in bringing such a large army here?" Bian Bufeng thought to himself that these monks, seeing his appearance, should know things wouldn't end well. Were they perhaps trying to stall 　　for time? So, without further ado, he raised his right hand and then swung it downwards. 　　The soldiers in the front row of the five hundred elite troops immediately dispersed, revealing the crossbows already set up behind them 　　. 　　To be honest, Bian Bufeng was quite shocked when he first saw these crossbows at the Dongming Sect. These 　　crossbows, known as the Dongming Divine Bows, far surpassed the horn-handed crossbows and arm-drawn crossbows of previous historical periods 　　, and were even superior to the Divine Arm Bow that appeared only in the Song Dynasty. 　　The bow was relatively small, allowing for individual carrying, and was launched using a cleverly designed spring mechanism. Its range exceeded two hundred and 　　fifty paces, and its power was sufficient to penetrate heavy armor. 　　Under such a barrage of arrows, even a skilled warrior would find it extremely difficult to escape. 　　Bian Bufu shouted, "Fire!" 　　The elite troops, already divided into several ranks, immediately followed their training order: the first rank knelt, the second 　　half-knelt, and the third stood upright, unleashing arrows under the command of their lead soldier. A barrage of arrows rained down on the monks of Jingnian Temple in the darkness, almost 　　indistinguishable 　　from modern heavy machine gun fire. 　　Although the monks were skilled in martial arts, they were caught off guard by the sudden attack without warning, and the distance 　　was simply too close; those with poor agility had no chance of dodging. 　　The sounds of arrows piercing flesh were heard, followed by the screams of many monks. 　　In this single volley of arrows, nearly a hundred monks of Jingnian Temple were felled. 　　The remaining monks were filled with shock and rage, but before they could rush forward to fight, Bian Bufu's elite troops had already 　　neatly transformed from rear guard to front guard, raising three rows of crossbows and unleashing another volley of arrows. The 　　monks' roars were barely audible before they were shot down, turning into a continuous stream of screams that echoed like a living hell. 　　When the arrows ran out, few of the three hundred monks could still stand. 　　Although the Eastern Sea Divine Bow required reloading time and would be unusable again soon, its effect was already 　　magnificent. 　　Liao Kong and the Four Vajras used their lightness skills to retreat hastily, dodging the arrow rain. Seeing this scene, their hearts trembled with fear 　　, but they also knew that the situation was hopeless, and they immediately decided to leave. 　　But Bian Bufu wasn't about to let the main culprits escape. He grinned maliciously and shouted, "Liao Kong, you bald monk, take 　　your monk henchmen to the Western Paradise to see Buddha!" 　　With that, he flashed forward, unleashing his full demonic aura, enveloping all five of them and blocking their escape route. 　　Behind him, Kou Zhong's eyes were bloodshot. Remembering Xu Ziling's tragic death at Liao Kong's hands, he roared, 　　"Liao Kong, prepare to die!" 　　With a swipe of his longsword, a chilling blade aura shot forth, and he followed the blade, becoming a streak of light in the night sky.

It shot straight into the sky.
The terrifying sword intent was overwhelming, practically unstoppable. At this moment, Kou Zhong was
much stronger than his counterpart in the original story, approaching Zhu Yuyan's level. Indeed, hatred is a person's greatest motivation.
Following behind, Shan Meixian and Shan Wanjing leaped out. Seeing this, You Chuhong and Dugu Feng knew that Jingnian
Temple was doomed tonight, so they abandoned all other thoughts and rushed forward to add insult to injury.
Bian Bufu's forces were far stronger than Liao Kong's. Even with only Bian Bufu, Kou Zhong, Shan Meixian
, and Shan Wanjing, Liao Kong and the Four Vajras were no match, let alone with the addition of two powerful experts, You Chuhong and Dugu Feng
. Before long, all five monks were injured, and the situation was extremely precarious.
Liao Kong was now completely devoid of his serene and indifferent demeanor. His clothes were disheveled, blood spurted from his mouth, and his face was contorted with rage
. He no longer cared about the art of silence or openness, and roared, "You despicable scoundrel! Why
do you want to destroy my foundation when we have no grudge against each other?"
Bian Bufeng, confident of victory, laughed loudly and said, "Liao Kong, I thought you bald monk
would remain silent even on your deathbed? Oh, no, I knew years ago that your bullshit silence was just for show
, hahahaha."
Liao Kong was startled, as if he remembered something, and shouted, "Years ago? Was that you? You…?
"
Bian Bufeng's heart tightened, and he swung his hand, striking Liao Kong's vitals from behind, saying in a deep voice, "We
'll talk when we meet the King of Hell."
At the same time, Kou Zhong's longsword, which was growing stronger with each battle, seemed to break through the limitations of space in an instant, drawing an
arc like the trajectory of the heavens, and slashing straight at Liao Kong's face.
With two top experts attacking from the same side, Liao Kong, whose strength was already inferior to Bian Bufu's and who was already injured, was completely unable to defend himself
. He could only barely deflect the long sword with a flick of his sleeve, but he couldn't dodge Bian Bufu's palm. He gritted
his teeth, turned his body, and took the blow head-on with his shoulder.
Instantly, the cold and viscous demonic energy of longevity surged into his body like a torrent, causing Liao Kong to vomit blood and fly
backward.
The demonic energy of longevity possessed both the continuous nature of the Longevity Technique and the cold and vicious nature of demonic arts. Once it entered
the body, it was as difficult to expel as a leech. Liao Kong
slumped to the ground, his face pale and his whole body trembling like a leaf. He had clearly tried his best to fight against
the demonic energy in his body and was no longer able to fight.
Seeing this, his four Vajra followers desperately tried to rush over, but they were too weak
to break through the encirclement formed by top experts such as Shan Meixian and You Chuhong. Kou Zhong thought to himself, "Ziling, today
I will finally avenge you!" He raised his longsword high above his head, then slashed down with lightning speed, as if tearing through the night.
He was about two zhang away from Liao Kong, but as his blade struck, he appeared before his enemy as if by teleportation
, the sharp edge of the blade instantly approaching Liao Kong's head.
At this moment, Liao Kong was helpless and closed his eyes in despair.
Just at this critical moment, Kou Zhong felt a strange force strike his blade, deflecting his
sure-fire strike.
At the same time, an ancient and desolate voice rang out: "Spare him!"
A white figure appeared in the temple without any of the experts present noticing, deflecting
Kou Zhong's deadly strike with a single blow.
It should be noted that Kou Zhong was now a first-rate master in the martial arts world, and this strike was the pinnacle of his power, yet
it was deflected by this person's palm. This person's skill was simply terrifying.
The newcomer wore a tall hat and wide belt, with a simple and honest face. He was dressed in a brocade robe, and five long strands of beard flowed freely across his chest.
Judging from his face, he was probably quite old, but his eyes held a childlike innocence, as if he were
extremely interested in all living things.
Even in this dangerous situation, a faint smile remained on his lips, revealing a serene and unassuming
nature.
Bian Bufeng said, word by word, "Ning Daoqi!"
The newcomer was none other than Ning Daoqi, the most renowned and skilled martial artist in the Central Plains martial arts world.
Ning Daoqi glanced at Bian Bufeng with his deep eyes and sighed, "The Central Plains martial arts world has finally produced another
grandmaster who can rival Master Yi Jian and Martial Venerable. It's just a pity that his path is different from mine. It's both gratifying and lamentable."
He didn't need to raise his voice, yet his words rang clearly in people's ears.
As he spoke, his figure moved as if without wind, already blocking Liao Kong's path.
Facing the number one martial artist in the Central Plains, Bian Bufeng showed no fear.
Since breaking through to the Grandmaster level, he hadn't fought with his full strength. Now, encountering a master of the same level, Bian
Bufeng's fighting spirit surged.
He put aside all other concerns, took a few steps, first giving Kou Zhong a wink, then
cupping his hands towards Ning Daoqi, saying, "I have long heard of Ning Sanren's unparalleled skills. I would like to ask you for some guidance."
With that, his inner demon aura reached its peak, and he moved with fantastical steps towards Ning Daoqi.
Upon first encountering the inner demon aura, Ning Daoqi couldn't help but be momentarily stunned. However, having advanced to the Grandmaster level many years ago
, his mental state was now perfectly balanced, and he easily broke free from the aura's influence.
But in a battle between masters, the difference is often just a hair's breadth. In the instant Ning Daoqi was distracted, Bian Bufeng's chilling palms were already
upon his chest.
At the same time, Kou Zhong seized the opportunity to leap out, bypassing Ning Daoqi and slashing down with his long saber, determined to
take Liao Kong's life while he was unable to defend himself.
At this moment, Ning Daoqi finally displayed his status as the number one expert in the Central Plains.
He suddenly straightened up, his hair and beard bristling, his robes billowing without wind, his movements seemingly lunging but actually retreating,
shifting left and right, displaying a thousand ever-changing movements within a small space, making everyone's scalp tingle.
His hands drew mysterious and unpredictable trajectories, creating
a barrier of pure innate true energy in the space in front of him, forming a funnel-shaped aura in front of himself and Liao Kong.
Kou Zhong felt his seemingly certain strike being redirected by Ning Daoqi's magical innate true energy,
changing direction and turning its attack from Liao Kong towards Ning Daoqi.
Bian Bufu's palm also arrived, but Ning Daoqi's eyes flashed, and with a soft shout, he struck out with both palms simultaneously.
He actually fought against both Bian Bufu and Kou Zhong simultaneously, all by himself! *Bang!*
A deep, resounding thud sent shivers down everyone's spines. Bian Bufeng and Ning Daoqi each took three steps back, while Kou
Zhong staggered back seven or eight steps before regaining his footing.
Under Kou Zhong's combined attack, Bian Bufeng could only manage a draw with Ning Daoqi.
But Bian Bufeng remained unfazed, continuing to gather his strength, and said leisurely, "Brother Ning Daoqi truly lives up to his reputation as the number one expert in the Central Plains
; you are indeed a cut above. However, to have blocked that attack head-on like that must have been extremely painful, haven't you?"
Ning Daoqi's face was slightly pale, his blood churning, already showing signs of minor injury.
Bian Bufeng was at the same Grandmaster level as him, only slightly inferior in skill, and with Kou Zhong, the top
expert of the younger generation, and Bian Bufeng unable to retreat due to being out of position, forced to block the attack head-on, he had already suffered a hidden loss.
Having long been at his peak and experienced countless battles, he showed neither joy nor fear. A calm smile remained on his lips as he nonchalantly
said, "This old Daoist is nearly a hundred years old, and this is the first time I've seen such a wondrous skill that can distort one's senses. This alone
makes this trip worthwhile."
His words showed no concern for his current predicament.
Kou Zhong had recovered his composure. Even though his enemy was right before him, powerless to resist, he was always just one step away
from avenging himself, his eyes blazing with rage.
Looking at the empty sky, he recalled the time he spent with Xu Ziling in his youth, his eyes
turning bloodshot. With a roar, he charged forward recklessly, attacking again.
Ning Daoqi revealed an innocent expression, stretching out his hands and rapidly moving his ten fingers, then conjuring two small
bird-like figures, seemingly about to take flight, chasing each other.
It seemed as if there truly was a tree, and two chirping little birds were leaping and tumbling on the invisible branches, constantly
playing, their postures so lifelike that it was impossible to distinguish between illusion and reality.
Ning Daoqi finally unleashed his world-renowned ultimate technique, "Eight Scattered Hands."
Instantly, Ning Daoqi seemed to merge with nature, like Zhuangzi dreaming of a butterfly, shifting between reality and illusion
, sometimes like a carefree bird, sometimes like a roc swallowing the sky—the feeling of being both real and unreal was almost
unbearable.
Kou Zhong felt his entire spirit and energy being affected by Ning Daoqi; the way of nature rapidly eroded his killing intent,
like the spring sun melting snow.
This was the greatest advantage of a grandmaster-level expert; their spiritual realm had begun to have the effect of interfering with reality.
Just as Bi Xuan's Blazing Sun Technique could make one feel as if they were in a scorching desert, and Fu Cailin's Chess Sword Technique could make one feel
as if they were on a chessboard.
Seeing this, Bian Bufeng took a step forward, snorted, and his inner demon aura shifted, revealing a
state never before seen.
Since things had come to this, he might as well reveal his trump card! He softly uttered, "The Ever-Changing Inner Demon."
What changes the fastest in the world? Is it the ever-changing wind and clouds? Or the unpredictable flowing water
? Or the lightning dancing in the sky? No, none of these. The most unpredictable thing in the world is the human heart.
One moment it might be a smiling, warm smile, the next a ruthless, backstabbing attack; one
moment it might be pessimistic and desperate, the next it might be overjoyed by good news; all kinds of grudges and affections
, all kinds of joys and sorrows, the human heart is unpredictable, constantly changing with circumstances.
After Bian Bufeng advanced to Grandmaster, he further comprehended the most suitable martial arts path for himself from the changes in the human heart.
Using himself as a mirror, he reflected all the desires of the human heart, stirring up the roots of all desires, thereby defeating
the enemy.
Those who cultivate internal martial arts regard their inner demons as venomous snakes, but Bian Bufeng goes against the grain, controlling his inner demons and
simulating the most terrifying demons within everyone's heart, thus mastering this true grandmaster-level martial art.
If Ning Daoqi's Eight-Pounce Scattered Hands represents the Way of Heaven, the Taoist pursuit of the Way of Heaven, embodying
the concept of the unity of heaven and man; then Bian Bufeng's ever-changing inner demons represent the Way of Man, "I think, therefore I am," determined to reflect the vast world with his own consciousness
.
One is the fusion of illusion and reality, the other uses illusion as reality! To onlookers, it seemed as if Ning Daoqi's illusory bird
was soaring freely, only to be suddenly enveloped by the giant black net conjured by Bian Bufeng; while the docile little bird
suddenly transformed into a giant roc, breaking free of the net, ready to soar into the sky, only to be suddenly shrouded by a layer of dark clouds
.
The various transformations were truly eye-opening, and everyone felt the awe of a grandmaster's battle.
The two figures were elusive, appearing and disappearing intermittently. Their four hands frequently clashed, each strike producing a loud "
bang." For a moment, Ning Daoqi's Eight-Pounce Strikes were entangled by Bian Bufu's Hundred Transformations of Inner Demons
.
Seeing this, Kou Zhong let out a long roar, leaping out and breaking through Ning Daoqi's obstruction, once again attacking Liao Kong.
At this time, Liao Kong had recovered some of his strength. He quickly retreated with a light step, but how could he escape
Kou Zhong at his peak? He was about to be killed by Kou Zhong's blade.
Suddenly, with a hiss, a sword aura shot straight towards Kou Zhong, forcing him to turn around to save himself.
Then, a graceful figure, like a celestial maiden descending, floated down from the night sky. It was none other than
Shi Feixuan, the fairy-like goddess of the riverbank.
Holding the Color Void Sword, she saw the miserable state of the monks of Jingnian Temple and her beautiful face was filled with anger. Upon receiving the news, she immediately
rushed over, arriving only a step later than Ning Daoqi, just in time to save Liao Kong.
Although she was filled with shock and anger, and found it hard to believe that the sacred Buddhist temple of Jingnian Temple had been breached, Shi Feixuan's jade-like
face remained cold and composed. Seeing the monks in the temple surrounded and beyond saving by the army, and even the four guardian deities, Vajra
, already fallen to the ground, she knew the situation was hopeless.
She glanced at Lady Dongming and her daughter, as well as You Chuhong and her granddaughter, not far away, a flash of cold light passing through her eyes
. But this place was dangerous; she had to leave immediately! She shouted, "Take this!"
She twirled her sword like a peacock spreading its tail, and as Kou Zhong raised his blade in defense, she suddenly retreated, lifted
herself into the air, and leaped away.
Kou Zhong wouldn't allow her to escape. He roared, leaped into the air, and his long sword transformed into a cold, moon-like blade of light,
its slicing energy relentlessly pursuing Shi Feixuan.
However, Ning Daoqi clashed with Bian Bufu with a palm strike, spitting out a small mouthful of blood, but his body used the force to fly out and block
Kou Zhong with a wave of his sleeve.
Watching Ning Daoqi and Shi Feixuan easily break through the encirclement of soldiers and escape with Liao Kong
, Kou Zhong knelt on the ground, pounding the ground in anger, and said hatefully, "Damn it! Liao Kong still got away
."
Bian Bufeng, recovering from his fierce battle with Ning Daoqi, said, "Zhong'er, the scoundrel Hu Jiao can escape once,
but he can't escape a second time. There will always be another chance to kill him. This operation can be considered a success."
Looking at the four guardian Vajras who died with their eyes wide open, Kou Zhong gritted his teeth, stood up, and nodded, saying, "Zhong'er
lost control because the ringleader Liao Kong escaped. Next time we meet, I will definitely cut off his head with my own hands to comfort
Ziling's spirit in heaven."
Bian Bufeng secretly assessed that he was still slightly inferior to a master like Ning Daoqi who had been famous for many years
, but the gap was very small, and he could be said to be invincible.
"Hmph, he was in such a hurry to escape that he took a blow head-on, it will probably take him two or three months to fully recover, so the Buddhist sect
will have a hard time causing trouble for a while.
Now, let's see if the He Shi Bi can help me advance further."
Except for Liao Kong, all the martial monks of Jing Nian Temple had been slaughtered, and Kou Zhong was organizing the cleanup.
Bian Bufu walked step by step towards the central bronze hall with his hands behind his back.
As soon as he entered the hall, he felt a strange power affecting his mind.
"Heh, is this the He Shi Bi's ability to cause hallucinations?" "But to me, it's just child
's play.
" Bian Bufu, who could even control his inner demons, was completely unaffected and walked to the table where the He Shi Bi was placed.
This flawless, gleaming imperial seal rested peacefully on the bronze table.
The seal was engraved with a pattern of five intertwined dragons, the craftsmanship exquisite, but one corner was missing and filled with gold.
Bian Bufeng took a breath and gently grasped the rare treasure in his hand.
Instantly, a strange, fluctuating energy, sometimes cold and sometimes hot, invaded his palm. This mysterious and unpredictable power far
surpassed his understanding of internal energy cultivation.
Bian Bufeng kept his mind clear, circulated his internal energy, and desperately resisted the powerful
force that nearly caused his meridians to burst.
Meanwhile, the He Shi Bi (a type of jade disc) shone brightly during this process, emitting a golden light from its center. The light
grew brighter and brighter, eventually illuminating the entire dark bronze hall.
Bian Bufeng resisted with all his might, extending his spiritual senses to probe the golden light in the center of the He Shi Bi.
Just as he touched the mysterious golden light, suddenly, Bian Bufeng felt a boom in his mind, and an
uncontrollable hallucination appeared.
Inside
the hall inscribed with the characters "Qilin" (麒麟), a man wearing a towering crown and dressed in black robes and crimson skirts stood before the throne,
carefully examining the Imperial Seal.
He was short in stature, but his unparalleled domineering aura was simply overwhelming, as if he could conquer all under heaven. He stood there casually , exuding
an aura of immense power, as if the earth itself were beneath his feet.
He laughed heartily and said, "By the mandate of Heaven, may your reign be long and prosperous! Good! Good! Li Si, you have done well!"
Instantly, light and shadow distorted, transforming into countless torrents of war. Countless iron
armies clad in black armor and carrying black banners relentlessly conquered, turning everything in their path to dust. Countless laborers hauled massive stones, risking
their lives to build high walls in the desolate land, forging the endless Great Wall of the North with their blood and flesh
.
The illusion shifted again. On the left side of Xianyang Road, a handsome young man, riding in a plain white carriage and bound by ropes,
said in a terrified voice, "Ziying here presents the Imperial Seal of the State. Please accept it, Duke Pei."
A middle-aged man with a high forehead, a straight nose, and a dignified appearance shot out a burning gaze, took the
seal, and stroked it carefully. Finally, he couldn't help but exclaim with joy, "Haha, I never thought that I, Liu Ji, would have such a day! Hahaha
..."
The illusion shifted again, and an old woman, regal and dignified, with pale lips, pointed at the man before her and roared, "Wang
Mang! You...you...you!" She trembled with rage, unable to speak coherently. She
forcefully threw the Imperial Seal of the State at the nephew she had personally cultivated, but he dodged it. With a thud, the Imperial Seal of the State
broke off a corner.
The man, however, happily picked up the Imperial Seal of the State and ordered his men to repair the broken corner with gold. From then on, the seal
gained the beautiful name of "Gold-Inlaid Jade."
The illusion shifted again. Within the city of Luoyang, destroyed by fire, a weathered yet imposing man
retrieved the Imperial Seal of the State from a well. Overjoyed, he immediately exclaimed, "Cheng Pu, Huang Gai, let's muster our troops and prepare
to return to Jiangnan!"
The illusion continued to appear, showing all the important scenes that the He Shi Bi had experienced before. There was the scene of Cao Pi of Wei
ordering the addition of the inscription "The Great Wei Receives the Imperial Seal of the Han
," and the scene of Shi Le of Later Zhao adding "Heaven's Mandate to the Shi Clan" to the right side
... Surrounding this small jade seal, countless people fought for it, countless dynasties rose
and fell, and countless baptisms of blood and fire occurred—this was the true epic! Finally, the illusion showed countless Chinese people kneeling and
praying devoutly to the heavens. Their various hopes transformed into invisible golden threads, winding around the Imperial Seal of the State
.
"The power of all beings' vows, faith forging a god!"
With a deafening roar, all the extraordinary abilities of the He Shi Bi jade erupted instantly, pouring into Bian Bufu's body. His
muscles and flesh crackled and popped like beans, pushing his meridians to their limits.
No wonder it was an ability that only the combined power of Kou Zhong, Xu Ziling, and Ba Feng Han—the three chosen ones of the original story—could absorb; it was
terrifyingly powerful! Fortunately, Bian Bufu's mental state was unique. After cultivating the Hundred Transformations of the Heart Demon, his spirit possessed an
absolute idealism. At this moment, it was as if he had severed the connection between his physical senses and his spiritual world,
observing everything with a detached and cold mind.
The extraordinary abilities raged within his body, causing various pains beyond the limits of human endurance.
Anyone else would likely have gone mad from such agony.
But the waves of pain relentlessly washed over him, unable to shake Bian Bufu's rock-solid mental world.
He tried his best to mobilize and guide it, and finally, the terrifying power calmed down and slowly condensed, eventually
forming a small golden dot at his dantian.
What's going on? In the original story, the three main characters only expanded their meridians after absorbing supernatural powers, but there was no mention of such
an anomaly. What is this golden dot? Bian Bufu frowned deeply, feeling his
meridians widen to the point of overflowing power, while curiously examining the golden dot.
But the golden dot remained quietly within his body, serene and tranquil,
unresponsive no matter how Bian Bufu tried.
He didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse. Looking at the He Shi Bi jade, now reduced to dust, Bian Bufu shook his head inwardly. He had been
complacent because of the inertia of the original story.
He had assumed that with his spiritual realm and cultivation, absorbing the He Shi Bi's power shouldn't have been a problem.
Who would have thought such a turn of events would occur? Actually, one should be extra careful with a treasure like the He Shi Bi, which clearly transcends the realm of martial arts and
possesses magical energy. Perhaps he had become a little too complacent after becoming a grandmaster
.
Moreover, upon closer reflection, the extraordinary effects of the Imperial Seal seem somewhat illogical.
This object, having existed for nearly eight hundred years through several dynasties since the Qin Dynasty, has always been
by the side of the highest ruler.
In this martial arts world, Bian Bufeng doesn't believe that the emperor of a unified empire wouldn't be protected by top-tier experts
. If the He Shi Bi (He's Jade Disc) possessed such strange abilities from its creation, its secret would likely
have been deciphered long ago.
If the He Shi Bi's abilities weren't inherent from the beginning but were added by external forces in recent years,
then this is truly intriguing.
What kind of person or force possesses the ability to create such a rare treasure that even a grandmaster-level expert struggles to control
? Furthermore, in his dazed state, Bian Bufeng clearly saw eight large characters flash through his mind: "
The power of all beings' vows, faith forging divinity."
What exactly does this mean? Unfortunately, these mysteries are currently difficult to explore; they
can only be left to be solved in the future, depending on whether an opportunity arises.
However, it was ultimately a good thing. At least with the expansion of his meridians, Bian Bufeng had
the possibility of making further progress. As long as he cultivated diligently, he could raise his skill to the peak of the Grandmaster level in a short time,
becoming on par with or even surpassing Ning Daoqi.
In fact, the success of this attack on Jingnian Temple was the result of a combination of factors.
First, since the Sui Dynasty, Buddhism had developed smoothly, and the bald monk Liaokong had always been highly respected, naturally leading to complacency
and a lack of expectation of such a direct attack.
Second, the Buddhist community abandoned Yang Guang and instead supported the rebellious Li clan, allowing Bian Bufeng to use
their forces in the emperor's name.
Third, Li Mi was preparing to attack Luoyang, and there were frequent troop movements within the city, so the attack of a few thousand soldiers
was not conspicuous.
In peacetime, such a thing would definitely not have escaped the notice of the Buddhist spies.
Fourth, through multifaceted planning, they gathered several top experts, including Bian Bufu, a grandmaster-level master;
You Chuhong, a near-grandmaster on par with Zhu Yuyan; and Shan Meixian, Kou Zhong, and Dugu Feng, who were only slightly inferior to You Chuhong. This completely overwhelmed
the group of experts from Jingnian Temple.
It could be said that even if the entire Yin Kui Sect from the original novel were to come out in force, they wouldn't have such combat power. Fifth, the elite troops, far ahead of their time, and the Dongming Divine Bow 　　stunned
the hundreds of well-trained and skilled monk soldiers from the start, ultimately leading to their annihilation due to extreme numerical inferiority. 　　That night, a carriage hurriedly drove out of Luoyang City, the occupants all with furrowed brows. 　　Seated in the middle was Li Shimin, the second son of the Li clan. 　　His usually impassive face was now ashen, his fists clenched, and he said in disbelief 　　, "Jingnian Temple...it actually...Damn it! The Imperial Seal has probably fallen into their hands too..." 　　The other generals of the Tiance Mansion, seeing their invincible commander Li Shimin so flustered 　　, dared not speak. 　　Li Shimin took a deep breath, suppressing his emotions, and said calmly, "The Immortal Master sent 　　word overnight, urging us to leave the dangerous city of Luoyang immediately. I fear the situation is worse than we imagined; if we don't leave now, we might not be 　　able to leave at all." 　　He then chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I, Li Shimin, have never before 　　fled for my life like a stray dog in the dead of night, haha." His eyes flashed with a sharp light as he said in a deep voice, "We've lost this battle, but the road ahead is long. Once we return, 　　we'll reorganize our troops and prepare for battle, first eliminating... 　　" "Xue Ju, then lead your army to Luoyang to fight that young marshal Kou Zhong to the death!" 　　Pang Yu asked in confusion, "Now Yang Guang or Li Mi are vying for the master of Luoyang, how could it possibly 　　be Kou Zhong's turn?" 　　Li Shimin smiled confidently and said, "That's how it is now, but I believe our real enemy is Kou Zhong's young 　　marshal army and the Heavenly Mandate Sect behind him. As the central hub of the north and south, Luoyang will be 　　the key to determining the fate of the entire world." 　　The destruction of Jingnian Temple caused a violent shock throughout the upper echelons of Luoyang. 　　This was a sacred Buddhist site, with a thousand-year history and countless masters, yet it became a historical term overnight, 　　truly like a dream. 　　Many people inquired about the news and, upon hearing that it was the emperor's order, and that the young marshal Kou Zhong was leading the troops, they couldn't help but feel 　　even more awe for this young master. 　　Bian Bufu ignored the increasingly fierce storm outside and meditated alone in his clean room, consolidating his expanded 　　meridians. 　　Suddenly, extremely light footsteps sounded outside the door. Bian Bufeng paused slightly, then a smile appeared on his lips. 　　With a wave of his hand, the door to the purification room opened without wind, revealing a beautiful figure peeking out. 　　The newcomer was dressed in white and barefoot, as beautiful as an elf in the night . She was 　　staring at Bian Bufeng with wide, lovely eyes, as if looking at a monster. 　　Bian Bufeng chuckled and said, "Wan'er, what an honor to have you here! Did you miss your martial uncle?" 　　Wanwan, however, was in no mood for flirting. She retorted irritably, "Miss you my foot!" Then, she took a few light steps forward, frowned, and said in an incredulous tone, "Martial Uncle, 　　it was your doing that 　　destroyed the Jingnian Zen Temple, wasn't it?" 　　Bian Bufeng looked at Wanwan's exquisitely beautiful figure, said nothing, and nodded with a smile.

Although she had suspected it beforehand, Wanwan still felt dizzy after it was confirmed.
After consolidating her skills, she came to Luoyang, intending to compete with Shi Feixuan, who was there. She never
expected such an unbelievable thing to happen.
The Jingnian Zen Temple, which had been a sacred Buddhist site for thousands of years, was just... just gone
? Bian Bufeng chuckled lightly, "Wan'er, why are you so surprised? It's just a temple of a bald monk from the Hu sect, nothing
special."
Hearing this, although she knew that Bian Bufeng was just showing off, Wanwan couldn't help but say, "Uncle-Master speaks so
lightly. This is the greatest victory the Holy Sect has achieved against the Hu sect in hundreds of years. I'm afraid that the monks and nuns will
retaliate against the Holy Sect in the next step."
Bian Bufeng said disdainfully, "Wan'er, I'm afraid you think too highly of the Hu sect."
Looking into Wanwan's beautiful eyes, Bian Bufeng continued, "More than a hundred years ago, Emperor Taiwu of Northern Wei, Tuoba
Tao..." Bewitched by Taoism, he proclaimed himself the True Lord of Great Peace and ordered the nationwide suppression of Buddhism. Temples were burned and monks were killed on sight. Even
Mount Wutai, a Buddhist holy site at the time, was burned to the ground, and monks and nuns were hunted down like dogs. Decades earlier
, Yuwen Yong of the Northern Zhou Dynasty also implemented a policy of suppressing Buddhism, destroying nearly 40,000 temples nationwide and ordering nearly three million monks and nuns
to return to secular life. Did the Hu religion not dare to utter a sound then? It's just that those nuns were lucky enough to choose
Yang Jian, the founding emperor of the Sui Dynasty, and in recent decades, with the emperor's support, they have vigorously developed Buddhism and thus achieved their current superior status
. "
Speaking of which," Bian Bufeng said confidently, "Under the current circumstances, the supporters of the Hu Sect are the Li clan of Guanzhong
and the Hu ethnic forces in the north. However, compared to us, who have the support of the current Emperor Yang Guang and several forces in the south related to the Holy Gate
, we can say that we have no advantage whatsoever. Revenge? What right do we have to retaliate? What grounds do we have to retaliate?"
After saying this, Bian Bufeng gently lifted Wanwan's flawless face, looked deeply into her eyes, and said, "
Even if Ning Daoqi came in person last night, he returned wounded and did not gain any advantage from my hands."
Wanwan exclaimed, "What? Even Ning..." "Even that old Daoist Ning...was defeated by you?"
Bian Bufeng didn't answer directly. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Wanwan's fragrant, exquisite body, pulling her into his embrace. Feeling
the fiery attraction of her bouncy, alluring form, he said, "Ning Daoqi is in Luoyang.
How could he not show up after such a big event last night?"
Wanwan felt her pert little bottom being kneaded and pinched by that hateful hand. She struggled for a moment but couldn't
escape. But thinking that this man had played with her entire body, doing everything except truly ecstasy,
she stomped her foot in dissatisfaction and stopped resisting.
She tightened her pretty face to show her displeasure with the man's wicked hands, muttering, "You wicked uncle-master, you
try to take advantage of me the moment you see me, how annoying!"
Her face was charming and lovely, but the shock in her heart was beyond measure.
Even the number one expert in the Central Plains, the old Daoist Ning, wasn't a match for this lecherous uncle-master? Wasn't he the number one expert in the world
?! Then, even if she truly broke through to the eighteenth level of the Heavenly Demon Technique, she could only manage a draw against him at best.
Her master had said this guy harbored ambitions to unify the Holy Sect; judging by his current martial arts and
the prestige gained from destroying the Jingnian Zen Temple, he might very well succeed.
Could it be... could this despicable fellow be the future leader of the Holy Sect?! Wanwan watched Bian Bufeng caressing her
body, his lewd expression one of extreme enjoyment, and felt a chill run down her spine.
Ugh! Absolutely not! Her master's lifelong wish was to unify the Holy Sect. Since she had no hope of reaching
the highest level of the Heavenly Demon Technique in this life, then Wanwan would fulfill that wish for her! Ah! This bastard is using so much force! It turned out that Bian
Bufeng's large hand had already grabbed Wanwan's swollen breasts and twisted them forcefully, causing the beauty in his arms
to furrow her brows, clearly hurt from the pinch.
Damn it! If I were to feign flirtation now, then secretly channel my power and deliver a punch to this lecherous uncle's heart
, I wonder if I could kill this bastard with one blow? However, just as a wicked thought arose in Wanwan's mind, she felt the
bastard who was holding and toying with her suddenly become incredibly distant. He was clearly right in front of her, yet seemed to be hidden
in an unknown space-time, like a phantom.
Then, she heard a man's eerie voice: "My technique is very special; it allows me to sense
the intentions of others. If there is even the slightest malice towards me, I will know it immediately."
Wanwan felt a chill run down her spine. This bastard was so powerful! For a moment, she stood there, unsure how
to react.
Bian Bufeng, one hand stroking her breasts and the other kneading her buttocks, felt the beauty in his arms breathing rapidly. He chuckled
, "Although you say you don't want to, Wan'er's body has already accepted your master's touch. A few touches and you're excited, hehe
."
Wan'er's pretty face flushed red. She felt her nipples harden and her secret place between her legs begin to moisten
. She took the opportunity to twist her body a few times, seemingly forgetting what had just happened. She glanced
at the man with her beautiful eyes full of spring and complained, "Master, you bad guy! You know I'm like this... yet... yet you keep teasing me.
I can't really feel pleasure. You're killing me!"
After saying that, she reached out her jade hand and patted Bian Bufeng's already erect penis that was poking around her lower abdomen
.
Bian Bufeng knew this little vixen was starting to retaliate, so he laughed and said, "Wan'er, why hesitate? With your martial uncle standing up for you
, whether the Heavenly Demon Great Art can reach its highest level is completely irrelevant. Why don't we consummate our relationship tonight, and
your martial uncle will show you what true bliss is."
Wanwan was startled, thinking to herself that if this lecherous man forced himself on her now, she feared her innocence would be in jeopardy.
He was currently powerful, and his martial arts were so high that he could even suppress Ning Daoqi; using her master's name wouldn't be a threat to him at all
.
Thinking of this, Wanwan adopted a pitiful expression, her body going limp as she nestled into Bian Buhui's arms, resting her head on
the man's chest as she timidly said, "My most precious, innocent body has already been seen and touched by my master, Uncle.
How can my heart hold anyone but you? How could I not want you to have my body?
However, it is the dream of generations of the Yin Kui Sect to cultivate the Heavenly Demon Great Art to its highest level. I dare not fail this
important task, and I hope you can understand."
Bian Bufeng knew that now was not the best time to pluck this flower, so he pretended to suddenly understand and
nodded, saying, "Since Wan'er has such a dream, your master will naturally support you. Moreover, your master also has
a way to help you advance quickly, allowing you to reach the highest level of the Heavenly Demon Great Art within half a year." Wanwan was shocked upon hearing this and quickly raised her pretty face, asking, "Is what you said true, master? 　　You can advance to the eighteenth level
within half a year ?" 　　Bian Bufeng wasn't lying to her. After absorbing the power of the He Shi Bi jade, his control and application of true qi had reached a 　　new level, and he was truly confident that he could help her advance with the Longevity Demon Qi. 　　He said, "Of course it's true. In your memory, has your master ever lied to Wan'er?" 　　Wanwan's face showed a complicated expression, and she softly said, "Master, why are you willing to help me like this?" 　　Bian Bufeng was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself: Yes, why am I treating this little vixen so well 　　? At this moment, his concern for Zhu Yuyan was merely an excuse. 　　Even if he forced himself on Wanwan now, with the battle against Shi Zhixuan imminent, 　　Zhu Yuyan, whose martial arts were inferior to his, could only swallow her anger and would be powerless to retaliate. 　　Did he really care so much about this little vixen's feelings? Yes, Wanwan was his favorite woman, a 　　charming, elfin beauty, incomparably beautiful, every smile and gesture radiating irresistible allure. What 　　was even more special was that Wanwan had always held onto her ideals and pursuits, never 　　giving up even in the most difficult times. 　　The Wanwan with her own principles was the most beautiful Wanwan. 　　However, Bian Bufu was cold-hearted and long past the age of dying for love; how could he 　　be swayed by beauty? Yes, in reality, Wanwan was merely a symbol for Bian Bufu. 　　Bian Bufeng's initial and ultimate dream upon arriving in this world was to strip Wanwan and Shi Feixuan, the 　　two most outstanding beauties of the Tang Dynasty, naked and throw them onto the bed, then watch them writhe and beg him to fuck their 　　vaginas. 　　To achieve this goal, he needed to possess power surpassing both the Buddhist and demonic sects. 　　Everything Bian Bufeng did was aimed at this objective. 　　He wasn't willing to hastily devour Wanwan, this ultimate feast, but rather to savor her slowly 　　, making her completely surrender. 　　Only in this way could his efforts and struggles along the way seem more meaningful. 　　A deeper reason, however, was a lingering fear within Bian Bufeng. 　　His inexplicable transmigration had instilled in him a mindset of viewing everything as a game, 　　everyone he encountered as an NPC. 　　But every game eventually ends, and Wanwan was one of the big bosses he needed to defeat 　　. 　　If this boss is defeated so quickly, then the game's plot will become increasingly 　　limited. 　　What will the ending be? What power transported me 　　here? Where did that magical book containing the method to seize destiny come from? How do 　　I explain the strange phenomenon of the He Shi Bi jade? These are all beyond the scope of the original novel, *Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty*. 　　The story of *Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty* was set by Huang Yi. 　　Is there another author behind everything that happened after my transmigration? Is there an unseen hand 　　influencing my various encounters? Such thoughts are chilling! Thinking too much is useless. 　　Bian Bufeng deliberately hesitated for a moment, sighed, and said affectionately, "I'm afraid it's because Wan'er is 　　the most special person in this world." 　　Wanwan trembled upon hearing this, her large, elfin eyes filled with indescribable emotion as she looked at Bian Bufeng, 　　speechless for a moment, and the room fell silent. 　　Suddenly, a resolute look appeared on Wanwan's angelic face. She slowly said, "As long as Wan'er advances to 　　the eighteenth level of the Heavenly Demon Technique, I will definitely keep my promise and offer my pure body to my master, serving him wholeheartedly and giving him 　　the greatest enjoyment." 　　The people of the Holy Sect valued equal exchange. If he could truly help her reach the eighteenth level of the Heavenly Demon Technique, such 　　a favor would be difficult to repay. Even giving him her body would be worthwhile. 　　Bian Bufeng finally sensed Wanwan's sincerity and laughed, saying, "Alright, anyway, your master 　　will be coming to discuss matters in Bashu with me later. Wan'er, you'll be involved in this matter too, so you might as well stay by my master's side 　　and let him circulate his qi." 　　Wanwan looked at Bian Bufeng with some confusion, clearly not understanding what important matters could be happening in Bashu. 　　Bian Bufeng didn't explain. His erect penis rubbed against Wanwan's legs through her clothes a few times, and he lewdly said, 　　"Wan'er is making your master uncomfortable. How about you help your master feel better?" 　　Wanwan rolled her eyes at him and muttered, "Really, a lecher is a lecher..." 　　But as she spoke, she obediently unbuckled the man's belt, intending to let him release his pent-up desire with her mouth. 　　Suddenly, a soft footstep came from afar outside the room. 　　The two people in the room were startled. Bian Bufeng seemed to remember something and exclaimed, "Oh dear, it's Shang Xiufang. 　　I forgot about this." 　　It turned out that Bian Bufeng had invited Shang Xiufang to a gathering that evening, 　　a celebration banquet for his successful annihilation of the Jingnian Zen Temple. 　　Shang Xiufang walked towards the room, her steps hesitant, her expression incredibly complicated. 　　After so much time, even the most foolish person would know that something was wrong. 　　This teacher had too many secrets; he was definitely not an ordinary hermit. 　　But having given him everything, like a gambler who has lost all his chips 　　, she simply didn't have the courage to think things through. 　　Even if it was a lie, Shang Xiufang, having lost everything, could only immerse herself in a beautiful lie. 　　Recalling her incredibly promiscuous experiences during this period, Shang Xiufang thought to herself, "I can't go on like this! 　　Shang Xiufang, Shang Xiufang, didn't you aspire to walk alone on the path of music? Could the desires of men and women have so 　　easily led you astray?" 　　Now that she had learned the instrument called the erhu, she would bid farewell to her teacher after tonight. Staying here any longer, 　　she feared, would truly sink into depravity.

Shang Xiufang made up her mind and gently knocked on the door, saying in a sweet voice, "Teacher, Xiufang
is here."
A deep male voice came from inside the room: "The door isn't locked, come in."
Shang Xiufang pushed the door open and entered, only to be completely stunned.
Her teacher was standing naked in the center of the room, while a snow-white female body knelt on the floor
, her head buried between the man's legs, clearly performing oral sex. Although the woman's back was to Shang Xiufang, even just her back view stirred 　　an uncontrollable sense of awe
in her . 　　Her jet-black hair was casually draped down, creating a striking contrast with her flawless, jade-like skin. 　　Every inch of her perfectly sculpted waist and hips exuded a fiery allure, making one unable to help but 　　marvel at the wonders of nature. 　　This woman was clearly neither Dong Shuni nor Rong Jiaojiao; who was she? At this moment, Bian Bufu gently stroked 　　Wanwan's hair, enjoying the beauty's warm little mouth carefully sucking and licking his penis, and 　　said casually, "Xiufang, this is my junior apprentice, named Wanwan. You two should get closer in the future." 　　Shang Xiufang was stunned when she heard this, feeling that the name Wanwan sounded very familiar. 　　Suddenly, her expression changed, and she stumbled back two steps, saying incredulously, "Wh...what? Master Fairy 　　said that the current successor of the Yin Kui Sect is named Wanwan, this...this...!" 　　Bian Buye smiled and said, "By the way, Xiufang's mother, Mingyue, had 　　many connections with various powerful forces back then, so it's not surprising that you know about the Buddhist and Holy Sects. This is Wanwan, the eldest 　　disciple of Yin Queen Zhu Yuyan." 　　Shang Xiufang trembled, her face pale, recalling the various rumors about the Demonic Sect, and said in a trembling voice, "You 　　...who exactly are you? Why is Yin Queen's disciple your junior nephew? You...you..." 　　At this moment, Wanwan spat out the man's penis, turned her head, and said irritably, "Shang Xiufang, you are the number 　　one talented woman in the world, how can you be so stupid? Since he is Wan'er's uncle, then naturally he is Yin Queen's junior brother, hehe." 　　At the end, a gloating smile appeared on her face. 　　Under Shang Xiufang's incredulous gaze, Bian Bufeng bowed slightly and slowly said, "I am Bian 　　Bufeng, the Demon Hidden One of the Yin Kui Sect. I now pay my respects to you, Xiufang." 　　Shang Xiufang felt as if she were in a nightmare. This man before her was so familiar, his smile so 　　gentle and refined. Why? Why!? She shook her head, suddenly screamed, and turned to flee the room 　　. 　　However, being a weak woman who knew no martial arts, she felt an invisible force pull her 　　body away as soon as she turned, and she was involuntarily thrown backward. 　　Bian Bufeng grabbed Shang Xiufang, smiling as he asked, "What's wrong? Xiufang, didn't you like your teacher the most? 　　Why are you leaving?" 　　Shang Xiufang stiffly turned her head, her eyes red-rimmed, and asked in a trembling voice, "Teacher, were you just lying to Xiufang 　　? How could you be that demonic sect's sorcerer?" 　　Bian Bufeng's reputation as the Demonic Hidden was infamous, and Shang Xiufang, who had some understanding of the Demonic Sect, knew it well 　　. 　　She... her body had actually been defiled by such a demon who had ravaged countless women! 　　Everything before was a lie! The cruel reality was unbelievable. 　　Bian Bufeng leaned close to Shang Xiufang's ear, his tongue gently licking the talented woman's lovely earlobe, and said regretfully 　　, "It's a pity, Xiufang, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I am Bian Bufeng, that demonic sect's sorcerer." 　　Everything was a lie, everything was a lie! The first man she had ever loved, 　　the purity she had willingly offered, it was all a deception! Shang Xiufang's tears streamed down her face like broken pearls 　　. She felt a sudden darkness engulf her and fainted. 　　Looking at the unconscious Shang Xiufang, Wanwan, while stroking her own penis, asked curiously, "Why 　　did Uncle-Master tell her the truth? Wouldn't it have been more interesting to keep her in the dark?" Bian Bufeng 　　replied, "I'll be leaving Luoyang in the next few days. Anyway, I'll be abducting this girl then 　　. A few days earlier or later revealing the truth doesn't matter." 　　Wanwan was taken aback and frowned, "Shang Xiufang is a renowned talented woman. Her sudden disappearance might have 　　a negative impact, wouldn't it?" 　　Bian Bufeng said dismissively, "What does it matter? Even if I openly told the world that Shang Xiufang is in my 　　hands, who would stand up for a singing girl? People value her not because she's 　　a talented woman, but because they respect her father, Li Yuan. Otherwise, such a weak woman..." The woman had long been snatched up by the powerful nobles 　　and kept as their playthings; how could she be allowed to wander around? What right did a singing woman have to ride on 　　the heads of a group of men at the pinnacle of power in the world? 　　He smiled arrogantly and continued, "As for the Li clan and the Hu sect, do you think 　　I still need to worry about them?" 　　Wanwan felt an overwhelming aura emanating from the man before her, rendering her speechless. She changed the subject, saying 　　, "Uncle-Master is leaving Luoyang in the next few days? Li Mi will make his move in eight or ten days. Don't you need to stay here 　　and help?" 　　Bian Bufeng confidently replied, "With Kou Zhong here, Li Mi will undoubtedly be defeated." 　　He thought to himself, if Kou Zhong still couldn't win this battle after he had guided him according to the original plot, then he wouldn't deserve the 　　title of Chosen One. Back then, 　　when he used the Heavenly Emperor's name to predict the future, he had terrified that kid. 　　Slowly, Shang Xiufang regained consciousness. 　　In her dazed state, she felt an unparalleled stimulation coursing through her body, especially her lower orifice, which 　　was being stretched open by a familiar sensation, with wave after wave of pleasure surging forth. 　　Ah! She shuddered, opening her eyes to see the man who had deceived her pressing down on her naked body 　　, his thick, hard penis expertly inserted deep into her vagina, slowly thrusting in and out, bringing 　　waves of intoxicating friction. 　　"Oh, Xiufang's awake. I told you that just a few thrusts and Xiufang would naturally wake up," 　　Bian Bufu said playfully, grabbing Shang Xiufang's slender waist.

Wanwan chuckled beside her, scratching Shang Xiufang's pretty face with her finger, and then said, "Shang Xiufang
is surprisingly lewd. She hasn't even woken up yet, and her juices are already flowing out as soon as a man inserts into her. Tsk tsk
, really impressive."
Shang Xiufang felt a wave of humiliation and pushed the man's body away forcefully, saying hatefully, "You...you demonic
sorcerer...you used despicable methods to take my body...I...I..." She
couldn't finish her sentence.
Bian Bufeng chuckled softly, activating his inner demon aura, and asked in a gentle voice, "Xiufang, do you regret it?
"
Suddenly, Shang Xiufang felt as if the demonic figure before her had transformed back into the talented, aloof, and otherworldly hermit
, the teacher she admired and revered. She was momentarily dazed and unconsciously replied, "Xiufang doesn't regret it."
As soon as the words left her mouth, she snapped back to reality, exclaiming in shock and anger, "You… what kind of sorcery is this?!"
Bian Bufeng chuckled and continued in a strange tone, "Xiufang, does it feel good?"
As he spoke, his penis thrust forcefully, penetrating deep into the woman's vagina.
Shang Xiufang felt the thick, hard penis slam into her, a surge of intense pleasure washing over her
, almost making her faint with ecstasy. She couldn't help but moan, "Ah, so… so good."
After saying this, she snapped back to reality, but couldn't utter anything more.
She clearly felt the desire within her own body.
Bian Bufeng laughed, "Since Xiufang doesn't regret it and feels good, why be angry? Just spread your legs and let me
fuck you."
With that, he resumed his vigorous thrusting.
Shang Xiufang's snow-white body flushed with the unique blush of sex. She turned her head away, biting her lip tightly,
but still couldn't help making soft, nasal sounds with each thrust.
Wanwan watched the incredibly thick penis, brimming with power, moving in and out of her vagina
, feeling waves of heart palpitations. Her vagina was itchy and wet.
Seeing Shang Xiufang's beautiful face flushed with sexual stimulation, appearing incredibly alluring, she couldn't help but feel a
surge of emotions she herself couldn't understand.
She stretched out her jade-like hand, her slender fingers pinching Shang Xiufang's pink, already erect nipples,
shaking them slightly with force, and said in a disdainful tone, "What beautiful breasts! Xiufang, when you dance, you twist
your waist and shake your breasts like that, it's simply irresistible! No wonder those men
flock to you like dogs when they hear you're coming to perform, thinking of getting their hands on you, tsk tsk."
Bian Bufu laughed loudly, his large penis thrusting a few times, making Shang Xiufang unable to speak, saying, "Wan'er,
you don't know, Xiufang loves performing, especially performing without clothes on. She's just a
little slut who loves to expose herself."
Shang Xiufang couldn't help but retort, "Ah...ah...you're talking nonsense!...you...it's all because of your sorcery
..." "Ugh... Ahhh... Hmm..."
Bian Bufeng gripped Shang Xiufang's beautifully curved and elastic buttocks tightly with both hands, his penis thrusting in and out rapidly as
he said, "Last time when I pressed Xiufang against the windowsill and fucked her, didn't Xiufang come several times with pleasure? And
the night before last, Xiufang was being dragged around naked in the alley, saying no while constantly leaking fluid,
and finally begging for a big cock. She fainted from pleasure while being fucked. That lewd look was extremely tempting
."
Hearing those shameful words, Shang Xiufang recalled her lewd experiences, denying it a thousand times in her heart, but
her body rippled with sweet rhythms, her vagina contracting incessantly, tightly gripping the man's penis
, making Bian Bufeng gasp with pleasure.
She was so ashamed that tears were about to fall. She cried out and desperately shook her head, denying it: "No
! Ah! You're lying... Waaah... You're lying... Ah..."
Bian Bufeng smiled playfully and said, "Is that so? Really lying? Why don't we verify it again
?"
Shang Xiufang was startled. Looking at the man's dangerous smile, she involuntarily shook her head, unable to
utter a word.
Bian Bufeng took a deep breath, picked up Shang Xiufang, and stood up, his penis still deeply inserted into her vagina. Then,
he floated away, landing on the street in a position of intercourse.
Wanwan was dumbfounded, once again gaining a profound understanding of Bian Bufeng's debauchery and shamelessness.
Seeing the two of them running naked into the street, she couldn't help but feel both angry and amused.
Unlike the secluded alley before, this time they were on the main street, and there were quite a few pedestrians carrying lanterns at night
. Even her inner demon aura couldn't completely cover them. As
soon as they landed, a middle-aged man happened to be nearby.
The man felt a blur before his eyes, and there appeared a man and a woman embracing each other. Even more alarming, the two were naked and
engaged in intercourse, causing him to scream in terror.
Shang Xiufang's body went limp; she dared not open her eyes. Hearing the strange man's scream beside her, she
trembled with fear, clinging tightly to the man with her arms and legs, burying her face in his bare chest, too ashamed to face
anyone.
Bian Bufeng turned around and looked around, finding that only this middle-aged man had noticed him for the time being. He chuckled and said, "
Brother, I'm really sorry, my wife loves to be fucked in the street, so as her husband, I have no choice but to indulge her
. I'm fucking her cunt in the street. I'm sorry to have scared you."
The man, still in shock, came to his senses and saw that the woman in front of him was as beautiful as a fairy. Her skin
was as white as snow, her curves were exquisite, and her smooth back was flawless. Compared to his wife at home, she was like
heaven and earth. He couldn't help but swallow hard and stammered, "Brother...brother, your
wife is so...so lewd...she likes to be fucked in the street."
Shang Xiufang was so ashamed to hear the strange man within reach speaking like this, but she
also felt a strange pleasure. A lot of her juices were sprayed onto the blue bricks of the street with the thrusting of his penis.
Bian Bufeng felt the woman's vagina contract again and couldn't help but laugh, "My wife loves it when people see
her naked. Brother, don't you think she's beautiful?"
The middle-aged man nodded quickly, "Beautiful, truly beautiful, she's like a fairy. I'm alive!"
"I've never seen such a beautiful woman in my life. Hmm, perky breasts, a perky butt, and so wanton
.
Brother, you're so lucky!" Bian Bufeng slapped Shang Xiufang's snow-white buttocks and said, "Xiufang, look how much this uncle over there likes
you! Hurry up and thank him!"
Shang Xiufang couldn't speak, so she just buryed her head like an ostrich, moaning softly.
The middle-aged man looked at her strangely and asked, "Xiufang? Brother, your wife's name is Xiufang
? The same name as that famous Shang Cai Nu?"
Bian Bufeng asked, "Brother, do you know that Shang Cai Nu?"
The middle-aged man nodded, "Yes, I saw her perform once. Such a beautiful woman,
I'll never forget her."
Bian Bufeng chuckled and said to the woman in his arms, "Xiufang, turn your face over so this
uncle can see."
Shang Xiufang felt an overwhelming fear and quickly begged, "No... ahh... please..."
"...Don't do this...ah...waaa...don't bully me...ah..."
Bian Bufu pulled her hair back, revealing Shang Xiufang's beautiful, blushing face.
The middle-aged man was stunned, asking in disbelief, "Ah!? Xiufang...is it Xiufang?
How is this possible!?"
Shang Xiufang wished she could die right then and there. Two streams of tears flowed from her eyes, her beautiful face a mixture of fear
, despair, excitement, and other emotions. But her body was burning even hotter, her flower chambers contracting incessantly, as if
she were about to reach her climax.
The middle-aged man was speechless, staring intently at Shang Xiufang's beautiful face, as if in a dream.
He muttered to himself, "Impossible...impossible..."
But his crotch was clearly bulging, obviously from extreme excitement.
Suddenly, a fragrant breeze wafted by, and a beautiful figure in white, barefoot, gently floated down. It was Wanwan, dressed
and following him out.
She gave a quirky, mischievous look, tilted her head, and chuckled, "Oh dear, Xiufang's beautiful image
is shattered, what a pity."
Seeing that the middle-aged man's attention had turned to her, Wanwan pouted and said irritably, "Hey
, hey, I say, uncle, why aren't you looking at that talented woman Shang who's showing her ass and getting fucked? Why are you staring at her like that?"
The middle-aged man then snapped out of his reverie at Wanwan's stunning beauty, coughed, and turned his head back to
the elegant and noble talented woman he had always admired.
Wanwan chuckled, "How about it? Uncle, did you never imagine that the world-famous Xiufang was actually an
exhibitionist, a slut who likes to be fucked in front of everyone?"
The middle-aged man panted, "Never thought so. I always thought Shang Xiufang was a high-class, talented
woman, but I never expected her to be such a little slut who likes to expose herself."
Bian Bufu laughed and whispered in Shang Xiufang's ear, "Look, everyone can see it. Xiufang is
a little slut. She's getting fucked in front of strangers and she's enjoying it so much, her juices are flowing everywhere. Hehe, she's really an
exhibitionist little slut."
Shang Xiufang's mind went blank. The intense pleasure made her think of nothing else, only one thought remained
: Little slut, maybe I really am an exhibitionist little slut.
Ah! So good! Almost there… Oh… Almost there… At this moment, Wanwan took half a step forward, her jade-like hand
gently kneading Shang Xiufang's buttocks. She glanced at the middle-aged man and said in a seductive voice, “Uncle
, after watching for so long, don’t you want to touch the world-famous Shang Xiufang? Her buttocks are so smooth and white, and so
elastic. They feel so good to touch.”
The middle-aged man’s eyes were bloodshot, and he asked in a trembling voice, “Can I… can I touch Shang Xiufang’s buttocks too
? Such beautiful buttocks…”
As he spoke, he shakily reached out his hand.
Seeing Bian Bufu frown slightly, revealing a hint of displeasure, Wanwan giggled again and said to Shang Xiufang,
“Shang Xiufang, Uncle is here to touch your buttocks now.”
After saying that, she reached forward and gently pressed her hand on the fully exposed clitoris.
Instantly, a surge of intense fear and excitement washed over her. Shang Xiufang, already on the verge of climax, shuddered violently
, letting out a scream. Her entire body convulsed uncontrollably, and a torrent of vaginal fluid gushed out as she
reached her climax.
At that moment, the middle-aged man's hand was almost touching Shang Xiufang's body. Wanwan chuckled again
, sighing, "Ah, Wan'er doesn't mind, but someone else will. I'm sorry, Uncle."
With that, she flicked her sleeve, her slender fingers striking the middle-aged man's forehead with ghostly grace. The man immediately swayed
, slipped to the ground, blood trickling from his mouth, and died instantly.
After killing him, Wanwan clapped her hands, glancing nonchalantly at Bian Bufu, and said with a charming smile, "Wan'er
knows Uncle's taboos and won't let anyone touch Uncle's woman, hee hee."
She then wore a cute, self-satisfied expression.
Shang Xiufang, her climax subsiding slightly, saw the scene before her. Ignoring the fact that she was still clinging to the man
, she exclaimed in shock and anger, "You can kill innocent passersby at will! You are truly demonic!" Bian
Bufeng, enjoying the constant squeezing of Shang Xiufang's tender flesh during her climax, said in a strange tone, "This
is clearly Xiufang's fault."
Shang Xiufang was stunned. Bian Bufeng continued in a seductive voice, "If Xiufang weren't so lewd,
getting aroused even when being fucked in the street, that person wouldn't have been tempted by you to kiss her, and wouldn't have died.
" "Ming is right here on you."
Shang Xiufang quickly retorted, "That's because you forced me to do this..."
Bian Bufu channeled his inner demon aura, staring into Shang Xiufang's beautiful eyes, and slowly said, "Tell me honestly, Xiufang,
do you want me to fuck you?"
Shang Xiufang was confused again, and obediently nodded, "Yes."
Bian Bufu continued, "Then, wouldn't it be especially exciting to fuck Xiufang's pussy on the street?"
Shang Xiufang nodded again, "Yes, very exciting."
Bian Bufu laughed and said, "You see, this is your true thought. If you didn't want to be fucked..."
"Damn, especially wanting to be fucked in the street, how could such a thing happen?"
Shang Xiufang felt like she was going crazy. What she had just said was indeed what she truly felt, but the conclusion she had drawn
was completely wrong.
Bian Bufeng didn't give her a chance to think further, violently throwing her to the ground and shouting, "I'll punish you properly,
you slutty bitch!"
With that, he lifted Shang Xiufang's buttocks, and his hard, wet penis thrust in, the large glans forcing its way
into her tender anus.
Shang Xiufang felt as if a red-hot iron rod had been plunged into her rear, a sharp, throbbing pain instantly flooding her mind
, causing her to scream again.
Although it wasn't the first time, fucking the anus of this talented woman admired by every man in the world gave Bian Bufeng a special sense of
accomplishment.
Ignoring everything else, his penis continued to thrust in despite the woman's pleas, penetrating to the deepest part of her anus
.
Just then, a sound came from around the corner in the distance, seemingly a group of people talking. Bian Bufeng chuckled and
said, "It seems like someone's coming over there. Let's go take a look."
Shang Xiufang, looking exhausted and panting heavily, was startled by the suggestion and quickly shook her head. But before she
could even utter a word of refusal, Bian Bufeng lifted her up by her thighs, her back pressed against the man's firm chest
.
Her current position was like that of a little girl being held and coaxed to pee by an adult, her legs wide open, her entire
lower body completely exposed, not to mention the man's penis inserted into her anus—it was utterly shameful.
Bian Bufeng grinned lewdly, ignoring Shang Xiufang's resistance, and carried her forward step by step, his thick
penis thrusting in and out of her anus with each step, providing intense stimulation.
As they drew closer to the street corner, the light from lanterns began to shine through,
and the voices of several people talking drifted over. Shang Xiufang was terrified, tears streaming down her face, her mouth pounding as she begged, "Please
, don't do this! Please take me away from here right now! Ahh, it's so deep... Waaah... Please...
Waaah..."
Bian Bufeng teased, "If I take Xiufang away from here, how will she thank me? Will she willingly
stick out her ass for me to fuck every day?"
By now, they were almost at the corner, and the strange man's voice was clearly audible. Shang Xiufang
trembled with fear, disregarding everything else, and cried out, "Anything you want, just take me away
! Waaah... Please... Ahh... Leave quickly... Waaah... Fuck my ass, please..."
Bian Bufeng sneered, "I refuse."
With that, he quickened his pace and disappeared around the corner.
At the same time, three young men dressed as scholars appeared on the other side of the corner.
Shang Xiufang let out a mournful cry, covering her tear-streaked face with her hands. Her completely naked body
was now exposed before the three strangers.
The three scholars, never imagining they would encounter such a bizarre event in the middle of the night, immediately took several steps back
. Upon closer inspection, they realized the naked woman before them was human, not a ghost, and only then did they feel slightly relieved.
Bian Bufu remained silent, lifting Shang Xiufang's waist and thrusting his penis in and
out of her tight anus, the sensation both frightening and stimulating driving Shang Xiufang nearly mad.
At this moment, one of the scholars said, "Hey, you guys are going too far! Doing this in the street is
terrifying!"
Another scholar exclaimed, "Tsk tsk, look at this woman's figure! Her skin is snow-white and delicate
, her breasts are firm and her waist is slender. Even Xue'er, the most popular girl at Cangchunlou, doesn't have a figure like that."
Yet another scholar lewdly chuckled, "You're always thinking about that Xue'er girl. This woman is probably
a top courtesan at some brothel. I wonder how much she's getting paid to do this in the street."
Hearing them compare her to the lowest of prostitutes, Shang Xiufang felt a surge of indignation. But then they heard Bian Bufu
say, "You three don't know, this slut is even more lewd than the prostitutes in the brothel. Prostitutes take money to be fucked
, but this slut begs to be fucked even without money, and she thinks it's
more enjoyable to be fucked while being watched on the street, hehe."
The three scholars were relieved upon hearing this and took a few steps forward with interest. One of them, as if he had discovered something,
exclaimed, "Oh my, look, she's being fucked in the backdoor, that's shameless."
Another said, "Yes, it's too shameless, her ass is being fucked while her cunt keeps leaking fluid
."
"So despicable, even more despicable than the lowest prostitute in the brothel, what a waste of such a perfect body
."
Shang Xiufang felt the man's gaze focused on her flower garden. She felt ashamed and her heart palpitated
. Her body trembled as if electrocuted, and her lustful fluid gushed out again, reaching a small climax.
"Wow! Look, she can even squirt water!"
"So lewd! So lewd!"
"Oh my, I really want to see what she looks like, to see what kind of seductive vixen this slut is."
At this moment, Wanwan floated over again, smiled slightly at the three people who were captivated by her beauty, and
pulled away Shang Xiufang's hands that were covering her pretty face, revealing her face.
"Hmm!? She is!? She looks like... is the talented Shang Xiufang!?"
"No way, how could it be!? This slut is actually the world-famous talented woman Shang Xiufang!? You're lying to me,
right?"
"Really, I've seen Shang Xiufang's performance too, she... she... God! Am I dreaming?"
Her identity was exposed again, and Shang Xiufang was truly overwhelmed by the immense humiliation, her mind was blurred, and
she only wanted to escape from all of this.
At this moment, Bian Bufeng's voice rang out: "You're wrong. She's not Shang Cai Nu at all. Shang Xiufang is renowned for her
exceptional talent, elegance, and nobility. How could she be such a lewd woman? This slut is called Shang Bitch,
a bitch who's always horny and loves being fucked in the street."
Wanwan chuckled again, and the three scholars felt a fragrant breeze, their vision went black, and they lost
consciousness forever.
Although she killed with a laugh, Wanwan acted as if nothing had happened, pouting and complaining:
"It's your fault again. If you hadn't been so lewd, they wouldn't have died. You know that, Shang, you bitch."
Although it was three more lives lost, Shang Xiufang didn't care anymore. Her eyes were glazed, and she murmured, "I
'm not Shang the talented woman... I'm Shang the bitch... no... I am..."
Bian Bufeng shouted, "Enjoy the pleasure of being a bitch!"
After saying that, he pressed Shang Xiufang to the ground in a doggy-style position, and his thick penis began to pound into her like a pile driver
. His lower abdomen kept hitting Shang Xiufang's upturned buttocks, making a crackling sound. Her poor anus was almost
turned inside out.
Shang Xiufang was now mentally broken, her whole being swallowed by waves of pleasure. She
moaned incessantly, and occasionally pushed her buttocks back, letting the man penetrate her even deeper.
"Waaaaah... I'm almost there... I'm almost there... Waaaaah... I'm going to die...
I'm going to die... Ahhhh..."
After being vigorously fucked hundreds of times, Shang Xiufang suddenly shuddered, having been brought to orgasm by the anal penetration.
During a woman's orgasm, all her muscles tense and contract, and her already tight anus now squeezed
Bian Bufu's penis like an iron clamp, making Bian Bufu feel an immediate urge to ejaculate.
Bian Bufu took a deep breath, slowly pulled his penis out, then lowered it slightly, thrusting it back into Shang Xiufang's
flower garden, and began fucking her vigorously again.
He said, "Wan'er, come here too."
Wanwan blushed, looked around worriedly, and finding no one around, pouted and walked forward
, inwardly cursing the pervert.
Bian Bufeng reached one hand inside Wanwan's thin clothes, wantonly kneading her firm, shapely breasts, while his other
hand moved down, grabbing Shang Xiufang's swaying breasts, in sync with the fierce onslaught of his penis.
He commented as he worked, "Wan'er, your breasts are bigger than Shang's, your uncle really likes
your hot body."
Wanwan pouted, suppressing the strange sensation in her breasts, and said matter-of-factly, "My...my body is naturally
better than others'."
She then proudly raised her head.
Bian Bufeng was immediately both amused and exasperated, thinking that this little vixen was truly captivating. He stopped talking, his hands
lingering on the two women's bodies, enjoying the two most exquisite youthful female bodies in the Tang Dynasty world, while continuing his thrusting.
When Shang Xiufang's voice became hoarse, and she was almost completely exhausted, having reached her umpteenth orgasm, Bian Bufu
finally let out a low roar, his hot penis thrusting hard against her clitoris, ejaculating a large amount of semen into the deepest part of her flower chamber
.

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