"Aah~ You stinky woman, daring to hit this Buddha? Let's see how I deal with you!"
Although her cultivation was sealed, Mu Qiuyao, with her thousand years of combat experience since Becoming Emperor, still had enough means to protect herself against a group of Body Tempering Realm evil monks.
Relying on her excellent martial arts, she managed to knock them all down.
However, this was also her limit.
Mu Qiuyao was gasping for breath, the serious injuries causing her stamina to decline rapidly.
Seeing another seven or eight evil monks approaching in the distance, Mu Qiuyao knew she definitely couldn't stay here any longer.
"Get out of my way!"
With a shout, Mu Qiuyao used her movement technique, kicking away a Foreign Monk in a leap, and then fled.
But as she jumped again, a large hand suddenly grabbed her ankle.
"Want to run? Come down here for this Buddha!"
Ximalaya roared, his sixth-rank Qi Condensation Realm cultivation erupting, and directly flung Mu Qiuyao to the ground.
Then, just as Mu Qiuyao was about to get up, Darba grabbed her hair and dragged her towards a stone cave.
Mu Qiuyao struggled desperately, but with her cultivation sealed, she was like meat on a chopping board, no match for Ximalaya. It was useless even when her jade legs kicked and flailed on the ground.
The other monks, seeing the situation was under control, immediately got up and took out their prayer wheels, beginning to chant scriptures.
As for those laborers, they just glanced over and continued with their work, as if everything that happened was perfectly normal.
"Evil monk, what do you think you're doing to me? Let go of me!"
Having become the emperor, Mu Qiuyao had never suffered such humiliation. She immediately threatened him.
Ximalaya, upon hearing this, increased the force he was applying. "You Demoness, you dare to ruin my Three Jewels cultivation within the Buddhist Country! Today, you will help me cultivate, hahahaha!"
Mu Qiuyao was shocked. Seeing the dark cave right before her eyes, she knew that once she entered, she would be doomed.
So, she exerted her last bit of strength, picking up a sharp stone from the ground and slashing it across Darba's hand.
"Ah~"
With a scream, Ximalaya loosened his grip. Mu Qiuyao decisively turned around, pushing him away with a palm strike, and then turned to run.
"Stop right there, you!"
Ximalaya was furious and immediately got up to chase after Mu Qiuyao.
Seeing his easy prey about to escape, he immediately channeled his cultivation and struck out a palm towards Mu Qiuyao's back.
"Pfft~"
The heavy palm force struck Mu Qiuyao's shoulder, causing her to cough up blood and fall to the ground.
"Formless Palm?"
Mu Qiuyao looked at the approaching monks with a mix of anxiety and hatred.
Ximalaya leered, "Young lady, your karmic burden is too heavy. Let this monk, on behalf of our Buddha, enlighten you. Come with us."
Mu Qiuyao wanted to resist, but she was exhausted, and having just taken a palm, she didn't have the strength to react. She could only watch in despair as they drew closer.
"Could it be that I, today, shall lose my life here?"
Thinking of her reputation being ruined, and of being defiled day and night by this group of Demoness, Mu Qiuyao was already prepared to die.
But her heart was filled with such unwillingness. After finally being reborn, would she really end up like this?
Mu Qiuyao clutched her chest, intending to use her last bit of strength to shatter her heart meridian and preserve the Empress's dignity.
"Hey, hey, hey~ Are you really planning to go for the cuckold storyline?"
A playful voice caused the dimness in Mu Qiuyao's eyes to ignite with a spark of hope once more.
She swore that in her entire life, she had never heard a more beautiful sound than this.
And the source of this voice was none other than Shen Zhao, who had suddenly returned.
Shen Zhao was standing about ten paces behind Ximalaya, curiously sizing up Mu Qiuyao.
"Brat, this doesn't concern you, scram!"
Ximalaya glared fiercely at Shen Zhao and signaled to the two evil monks beside him.
The two evil monks immediately moved to Shen Zhao's side, ready to strike.
"Young man, save me!" Mu Qiuyao, as if grabbing a lifeline, ran to Shen Zhao's side, shrinking behind him like a frightened little rabbit. "I can agree to any condition, but I absolutely cannot fall into the hands of these demon monks!"
Shen Zhao nodded and said to Ximalaya, "Hey, monk, I'm taking her with me, any objections?"
Ximalaya sized Shen Zhao up and down, then clasped his hands together. "Young man, I don't care who you are, but I advise you not to meddle in other people's affairs."
After saying that, he pushed Shen Zhao aside and reached for Mu Qiuyao.
Shen Zhao immediately brushed off his greasy hand: "Hey, bald donkey, can you speak properly? Stop pawing at me, damn it."
Ximalaya looked completely unfazed: "This is Buddha's territory. No matter who you are outside, you have to follow Buddha's rules here. Get lost!"
Then he pushed Shen Zhao again, trying to pull Mu Qiuyao back.
Shen Zhao smiled wryly and then rolled up his sleeves: "Are you pretending you don't understand me? I told you not to touch me. Are you deaf or what?"
"Buddha will touch you. What can you do?"
"Oh ho…"
The next moment, Shen Zhao threw a punch like lightning.
With a "crack," Ximalaya's throat was directly crushed. He clutched his neck in pain, rolled his eyes, and fell to the ground, losing his breath in a flash.
The monks, who had been chanting scriptures, all froze in surprise, and then roared as they charged at Shen Zhao.
Facing this group of menacing small fries, Shen Zhao immediately flicked his wrist and smiled slightly.
"Just in time. Lowly ants don't deserve to live. Come over here and line up to kneel, so this big daddy can enlighten you one by one."
As he spoke, the sounds of "crack," "squish," "bang," and "thud" echoed as fists slammed into bodies.
In a few moments, this group of evil monks had all gone to the Western Paradise to dance with the Buddha.
Mu Qiuyao saw Shen Zhao's decisive actions, one punch for each, without any hesitation, and was somewhat appreciative.
After dealing with the group of evil monks, Shen Zhao took down his wine gourd and drank half a mouthful of osmanthus wine, looking at Mu Qiuyao with a strange expression. "Why aren't you fighting back? Do you like playing this kind of multi-person scenario? Don't tell me you have some kind of special fetish?"
Mu Qiuyao's face turned cold. "What are you talking about? I'm injured, and my cultivation can't be used. That's why I fell for these evil monks."
Shen Zhao frowned. "Really? You don't think this is because of that palm strike of mine, do you? I'm not responsible."
Mu Qiuyao replied, her face etched with pain, "Let's not talk about that for now. First, take me away from here. I..."
As she spoke, Mu Qiuyao felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. Her vision swam, and she was about to collapse.
"Hey, what's going on!"
Shen Zhao instinctively caught her, pulling her into his arms. Instead of warmth, he felt a bone-chilling cold.
"Take me somewhere to recover. Don't leave me here alone," she said, her voice barely a whisper.
With those final words, Mu Qiuyao completely lost consciousness.
In the middle of the night, Mu Qiuyao felt a warm current flowing through her body, a tingling sensation that seemed to dispel the cold she had accumulated over many years.
When she opened her eyes again, what greeted her was a burning bonfire. Shen Zhao sat across from her, engrossed in reading a book.
Under the firelight, the man's sharp, defined features were highlighted, making him look exceptionally radiant. Mu Qiuyao found herself staring, somewhat mesmerized.
"Awake?"
The question broke Mu Qiuyao's train of thought.
Mu Qiuyao shook her head and looked at the dark night sky around them.
"Where is this?"
"Don't worry, it's safe here for now."
Mu Qiuyao didn't speak. Suddenly, she remembered something and immediately checked her clothes. Then, she asked, "How did you bring me here?"
"Naturally, I carried you."
Shen Zhao closed the book, glanced at Mu Qiuyao, and added a few pieces of fat to the campfire, making it burn brighter.
Just as Mu Qiuyao was about to continue questioning, Shen Zhao interrupted her at the right moment, "But don't worry, besides carrying you, I didn't do anything else. You don't need to rush to hold me responsible. Anyway, even if you did, I wouldn't admit it."
Hearing this, Mu Qiuyao felt a sense of relief, but at the same time, a faint feeling of frustration arose.
She was, after all, the female emperor of the Immortal Dynasty, and her beauty ranked among the top on the celestial list. Yet, this man seemed to have no interest in her at all?
"Why did you come back to save me?" Mu Qiuyao asked.
"Because I suddenly remembered something, and I might need your help."
Shen Zhao said with a sincere expression.
"What is it?"
He picked up the book in his hand: "You should have heard of Journey to the West, right?"
Mu Qiuyao tugged at her shoulder, glancing at the cover of the book in Shen Zhao's hand: "A novel that circulates among the commoners, I don't know who wrote it, of course I've heard of it."
Shen Zhao: "I'm not referring to the superficial aspects of this story, but rather the key parts."
Mu Qiuyao said: "The Heavenly Profound Treasure Mirror of my Immortal Dynasty records relevant information. According to Journey to the West, the place where Master Xuanzang went to seek the great Dao is called the Ling Mountain, Great Thunderclap Temple,
but the exact location of Ling Mountain is unknown due to the passage of time."
Shen Zhao opened the book and said, "The book records that in ancient times, Master Xuanzang was enlightened by the Buddha. To save the common people from suffering, he traveled westward to obtain the true scriptures.
Along the way, he took in three disciples with the cultivation of True Immortals to protect him on his journey. After experiencing eighty-one tribulations, he finally obtained the true scriptures.
The whole process is tortuous and bizarre. I think if the book's description is true, then in some locations that were passed during this journey, there would be some clues left behind."
"What are you telling me all this for?" Mu Qiuyao was puzzled. "Besides, it's just a wild history novel. Why are you taking it seriously?"
Shen Zhao's expression was serious. "If we change our perspective, if this Journey to the West records what really happened in the distant past, then these special locations,
Will they also correspond to reality? For example, Xuanzang's destination, Ling Mountain, might be in this Western Buddha Sect Country."
Mu Qiuyao still looked at Shen Zhao with confusion, not understanding why he was telling her this.
"Think about what happened to you during the day. If the Ling Mountain in the book is as good as it's described, why would it have such a hellish appearance.
"Actually, I've considered it. Perhaps the Western Buddha Sect Country is just another name for Ling Mountain. But today... I've dismissed that idea."
Thinking about how she almost got defiled by a group of lecherous monks during the day, Mu Qiuyao felt as sick and disgusted as if she'd swallowed a hundred flies. She vowed that once her cultivation recovered, the Western Buddha Sect Country would suffer the wrath of an emperor.
"The truth is often hidden beneath seemingly magnificent lies. Immortal Dynasty's Empress, I sincerely invite you to help me find something!"
"Why should I help you? Besides, your strength is not below mine. Now, my cultivation is sealed, and my sacred essence is damaged. I can't help you at all."
"The Empress possesses the Ancient Holy Physiques of Tai Xuan and Nine Yin. These are crucial for the item I'm seeking. Please, Empress, do not refuse."
"What exactly are you looking for?"
Shen Zhao didn't hesitate and replied directly, "I'm looking for something called the Blood Brahma Dragon Sutra."
"The Blood Brahma Dragon Sutra?"
Mu Qiuyao silently recited something, then her eyes turned cold.
"If you want my help, fine, but you must answer me a question."
"Please, Empress, ask away."
Mu Qiuyao: "Tell me the reason. Why do you have to curry favor with Yu Xiyan?
You clearly possess such extraordinary strength, and you could have a much more brilliant future. Why do you insist on being a lapdog?"
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