406: Chapter 406 Returning Home in Glory

Han Jingyang searched through his storage bag for a long time but didn't find anything suitable.

If there were only one or two, it would be easy; many items could scare off these non-human creatures.

But with so many, ordinary items weren't enough.

How about...

Han Jingyang suddenly smiled.

He patted the shikigami token on his chest: "Chaotian Temple, come out and meet your old friends."

The next second.

Chaotian Temple made its appearance.

Having grown to three meters tall, Chaotian Temple was like a Giant Spirit God—towering, imposing, and pitch-black all over. Faint dark-gold Qi flowed within, while black Qi condensed into fluttering sleeves on the outside. Its right hand held a massive sword, and a black-and-gold serpent perched on its right shoulder.

Standing there with such a look, it was the spitting image of a celestial soldier or general from the heavens.

No, it was even more majestic than some Celestial soldiers and generals.

Mysterious, domineering, and full of deterrent power.

Beside Chaotian Temple followed a female ghost wearing a bridal gown.

The female ghost's figure was exceptionally petite, looking like an underage girl in front of Chaotian Temple. Her face wasn't visible, but this facelessness was even more terrifying than if she had shown her face.

As soon as this duo appeared, the "people" who had been expressionless like wooden carvings immediately became restless. Their faces showed alarm as they looked at each other; some were clearly afraid, while others tried to put up a brave front.

Han Jingyang sneered and waved his hand forward: "Go—"

Receiving the order, Chaotian Temple took large strides and charged into the crowd of "people," swinging its greatsword in a frenzy of hacking and slashing. From time to time, it would grab someone who couldn't escape in time and stuff them into its mouth, killing and eating with great satisfaction.

The Bridal Gown Woman was not to be outdone. Although not as majestic and domineering as Chaotian Temple, she was faster, moving truly like a phantom. She intercepted an old woman, reaching out to press down on her shoulder. A few seconds later, the old woman was under control, obediently following the Bridal Gown Woman to attack elsewhere.

In less than half a minute, the group of "people" vanished. Some were dead, some had fled; the previous eerie atmosphere was gone.

The scene was like the NPC girls played by staff in a haunted house being counter-killed by a male customer.

There was no combat capability to speak of.

It was purely meant for scaring people.

Han Jingyang patted Shi Xiaoya's shoulder: "It's fine now. Let's enter the village."

Shi Xiaoya breathed a long sigh of relief: "Chaotian Temple is really powerful."

"Of course. Speaking of which, Chaotian Temple was originally born in Xipo Village. This time can be considered a glorious homecoming, so it definitely has to perform well. Otherwise, wouldn't it be looked down upon by the local folks?"

"Oh right, Chaotian Temple came from Xipo Village. Are you going to take it back to see its home?"

"Definitely. I wonder if Huang Jianshe still lives there. I don't know how he'll feel when he sees Chaotian Temple's current appearance."

Chaotian Temple was originally controlled by Huang Jianyong, and there was a high probability that Huang Jianshe was also a participant.

Yet in such a short time, Chaotian Temple had grown into this form.

Moreover, the current Chaotian Temple was clearly stronger and had more potential than before.

Under these circumstances, who would believe that Huang Jianshe's feelings wouldn't be complicated?

It was a bit like that feeling—the victim seeing their stolen wife and child living a very good life in someone else's home.

One can imagine that taste.

Entering the village.

When the villagers saw Han Jingyang and the other two, their expressions changed slightly, and they hurried home.

Soon, the originally lively Xipo Village fell silent. The lights in every household went out one after another, and even the streetlights followed suit.

Within just a few minutes, Xipo Village fell into a deathly silence; there wasn't even the sound of a dog barking.

Only a few stray cats crouched on the walls, staring at the three outsiders—Han Jingyang and his companions—with their multicolored eyes.

Monk Kongyun sighed as he walked: "From the looks of it, the ordinary villagers realized long ago."

Han Jingyang nodded: "That's for sure. With the level of gossip in this village, they can talk for a long time about whose dog is mating. How could they remain ignorant of what those people were doing for so long? They just weren't willing or didn't dare to expose it. As long as their lives aren't affected, most people aren't willing to be the first to speak out."

Monk Kongyun's expression turned even grimmer: "I just hope they don't get involved later, or it will be troublesome."

Han Jingyang sneered: "What's so troublesome? As long as they join the fight, they are either friend or foe. There's nothing more to say; if they die, they deserve it."

"They might be deluded or even controlled."

"Even then, we can't show mercy. Kill them all the same. Great Monk, think it through clearly. You must not have a soft heart at a time like this. If you do, I won't cooperate with you ever again."

"Amitabha," Monk Kongyun pressed his palms together: "Even a Bodhisattva has a wrathful countenance, let alone this poor monk."

"That's good."

"Mr. Han, I will follow your command. I'll do whatever you tell me to do."

"Good."

The three walked into the village.

Chatting as they went, they headed straight for the Chaotian Temple where Huang Jianshe used to live.

Chaotian Temple had first been excavated by the authorities, and later dug up again by various people from the martial world because of the treasure left behind by Huang Jianyong; it had completely become a ruin.

But it was said that it was rebuilt on the very night it was dug up.

After all, Chaotian Temple was the village temple of Xipo Village, and the villagers took it quite seriously.

They just didn't know if Huang Jianshe had moved back in.

Arriving at Chaotian Temple, Han Jingyang clicked his tongue twice: "It's been repaired well, much better than before. Chaotian Temple, do you like it?"

Teasing Chaotian Temple, they entered the temple. Under the light, they saw the statue in the center, which actually bore an eighty percent resemblance to the current Chaotian Temple. However, the craftsmanship of the statue was mediocre, the colors were too gaudy, and the eyes lacked spirit, appearing extremely stiff.

Seeing this statue, Chaotian Temple let out a cold snort and swung its fist to smash it.

"Boom—"

The clay statue burst apart.

The next second, all three were stunned.

There was actually a person inside the statue.

Shi Xiaoya used her phone to shine a light and asked hesitantly, "Boss, is it that kid?"

Han Jingyang nodded.

Hidden inside the statue was none other than Li Mingjian, whom they had met once before.

But the current Li Mingjian had none of his former handsome elegance. He had almost become a skeleton of skin and bones, curled up in a ball there, eyes tightly closed, hands and feet trembling, and his breath extremely weak.

This miserable?

Han Jingyang leaned over to look, confirming it was Li Mingjian. He moved the light away and reached out to pat Li Mingjian's cheek: "Old Li, Old Li? Are you okay?"

There was no response.

It was unknown how many days he had been sealed in there.

At this moment, Monk Kongyun suddenly nudged Han Jingyang: "Look at this statue."

Han Jingyang followed Monk Kongyun's gaze and saw that the inside of the statue was filled with a bunch of drawings. The artwork was crude and the pigments were of poor quality, but the content was very clear. It looked somewhat like the Ascension to Immortality Maps drawn inside tombs of the Han and Tang dynasties, featuring a large number of immortals, divine beings, mythical beasts, cranes, and so on.

This made his scalp tingle.

He turned to look at Monk Kongyun and saw the same gravity in the great monk's eyes.

If their guess was true, then this group of people causing trouble in Xipo Village really deserved to die; even being hacked into a thousand pieces wouldn't be enough.

At this moment, Han Jingyang wished he could immediately fly to Liu Cheng and Huang Jianshe and split them both into four pieces with a single sword stroke.

However, the person had to be saved.

In Li Mingjian's current state, he would breathe his last if a breeze blew on him.

Leave him?

Not appropriate.

Save him?

How?