The Feng Shui Treasure Appraiser

410: Chapter 410 Han Jingyang’s Backup PlanHan Jingyang could see it.

Shi Xiaoya and Monk Kongyun could see it too; they were both old hands in the game, so it was impossible for them to lack even that bit of observation.

The difference was that Han Jingyang was very calm.

Shi Xiaoya was slightly panicked.

Monk Kongyun, however, hurriedly said, ”Mr. Han, their contingency has emerged. What should we do? What should we do?”

Han Jingyang sneered, ”Naturally, we meet soldiers with soldiers and water with earth. We’ve already killed so many, is there any need to be afraid of these few?”

”These few are very strong.”

”Strong?” Han Jingyang nodded. ”They are indeed stronger than those cannon fodder, but their strength is limited. They have a contingency, and naturally, I have one as well. Besides, we might not even need to use it.”

Having said that, he gestured toward Chaotian Temple, ”Chaotian Temple, it’s your turn. Go and properly greet your fellow countrymen. Use whatever methods you have.”

Ever since Chaotian Temple started following him, it hadn’t displayed any special abilities. Apart from the characteristic of being able to make physical contact, it only knew how to swing its fists to hit people.

However, when Chaotian Temple was following Huang Jianyong, its abilities were quite diverse; this was recorded in Huang Jianyong’s autobiography.

He did not believe that Chaotian Temple, after being baptized and reborn, would have no skills at all.

Sure enough.

Upon receiving the order, Chaotian Temple hesitated for a moment, then closed its eyes. Its hands moved left and right, up and down, forming seals and moving its arms like flying, almost creating afterimages.

A few seconds later.

Han Jingyang and the other two widened their eyes simultaneously.

”Holy crap!”

”This is...”

”Three Heads and Six Arms?”

It was indeed Three Heads and Six Arms.

After casting the spell, Chaotian Temple grew two more heads and four more arms. Not only did its physique become even more robust, but each hand also held a weapon condensed from its own Qi: a long sword, a single-edged blade, a long spear, a shield, a meteor hammer, and flying knives. The six types of weapons allowed for both long-range and close-quarters combat, offense and defense, appearing extremely mighty.

At a glance, this appearance looked a bit like Mahakala in Tibetan Buddhism.

But looking closely, the facial features, attire, weapons, and demeanor were all different from Tibetan Buddhist figures. On the contrary, it looked more like a Vajra from Taoism, and more like a human.

The three heads were evenly spaced, each occupying one hundred and twenty degrees of space. The facial expressions were vivid and distinct, yet each was extremely lively. Far from having the eerie, gloomy feeling of Mahakala, it instead felt quite harmonious, possessing a unique aesthetic as if it were meant to be this way.

The six arms were not clustered together either; they grew from under the ribs, distributed very reasonably, naturally and harmoniously, ensuring each arm could operate freely without interfering with the others.

Powerful!

Dominating!

Mysterious!

And it possessed a unique sense of power!

This was the true Three Heads and Six Arms, not some deformed freak.

Having evolved the Three Heads and Six Arms, Chaotian Temple leapt into the crowd of ”gods” and began a massacre, showing no mercy at all. With all six weapons moving simultaneously, coupled with the large snake that had also grown on its shoulder, it was like a tiger charging into a flock of sheep, clearing the scene in just a few breaths.

Those ”gods” that looked relatively powerful were no different from the other ”gods” in front of the Three-Headed and Six-Armed Chaotian Temple, wiped out in a single move.

Twenty seconds.

A mere twenty seconds.

The battle was already over.

Shi Xiaoya and Monk Kongyun were both dumbfounded.

It was Monk Kongyun’s first time witnessing such a scene, and he was shocked beyond measure. Leaning on his Zen staff, he stared blankly at the awe-inspiring Chaotian Temple, muttering, ”A Vajra Guardian, a true Vajra Guardian.”

Shi Xiaoya was slightly better, but having grown accustomed to Chaotian Temple’s usual goofy demeanor, she was also startled by this sudden transformation.

So this big guy, who just looked a bit tall and strong, was actually this formidable.

Meanwhile.

Liu Cheng was also stunned: ”What’s going on? Why have they stopped moving?”

In his earpiece, his subordinate replied tremblingly, ”They’re all dead.”

”Dead? All dead?”

”Yes, the god-lamps are all extinguished, one after another.”

”How is that possible? More than two hundred gods, including six super-strong ones cultivated for over thirty years—how could they be wiped out in such a short time?”

”This...”

”Speak!”

”Boss, Qiangzi said, he said he sensed a powerful god.”

”How powerful?”

”Very, very powerful. It’s the most powerful one he has ever seen. It’s the first time he has sensed such a powerful existence.”

”Is it... summoned by Han Jingyang?”

”It should be. It appeared suddenly half a minute ago, and then our side started disappearing one by one.”

”Damn it!”

Liu Cheng was furious, slamming his fist onto the table, causing it to shatter instantly, which showed his strength was not weak.

But no matter how strong he was, Liu Cheng did not have the courage to face Han Jingyang directly.

A moment later, Liu Cheng calmed down: ”Now, mobilize everyone who can be mobilized. Drive them out of the village. We absolutely cannot let him return to Chaotian Temple. Judging by his movement trajectory, he must have discovered the abnormality inside Chaotian Temple.”

”Boss, we can’t block him. Han Jingyang has too many ways to deal with ordinary people.”

”Then use lives to fill the gap!”

”This... Han Jingyang doesn’t buy that either. He is a ruthless person. Anyone who opposes him meets a miserable end. From He Dingkun at the very beginning to Zhang Dahai, Yang Zhixiao, and those people in Shen Village, they all ended up very badly.”

”I said, everyone goes. If you don’t go...”

”Yes.”

Liu Cheng took a deep breath, hung up the communication with his subordinate, logged into his computer, and sent a WeChat message: ”The big fish has entered the net, get into position immediately!”

He followed up with: ”Delay will mean the net breaks and the fish escapes.”

At the same time.

In Xinfeng Village, ten kilometers away from Xipo Village, inside a farmhouse restaurant.

Twelve men and women sat around the room, staring closely at the middle-aged man in the center.

The middle-aged man was about fifty years old, with a gaunt face and a cold temperament. He glanced at the message he had just received, sent another message out, and then looked up and said, ”Gentlemen, the plan is set. Follow me immediately to Xipo Village to kill Han Jingyang and avenge Lord Abe.”

”Avenge the grudge!”

The twelve people whispered in unison, then stood up, went out, got into their cars, and headed straight for Xipo Village.

At the foot of Thousand Buddha Mountain.

More than two hundred people dressed like tourists gathered at the entrance of the scenic area, standing quietly, like a group of sculptures.

Leading them was an old man in his seventies.

The old man heard his phone notification, took it out, and glanced at it. His eagle-like gaze swept across the faces of the crowd, and he said passionately, ”Gentlemen, Mr. Ogawa has just sent a message. They are about to head to Xipo Village to contain or even kill Han Jingyang and Monk Kongyun. At this moment, there is only an old monk who is seriously injured on Thousand Buddha Mountain. Please follow me up the mountain to kill Monk Delin, destroy Xingguo Zen Temple, and sever the dragon vein of Thousand Buddha Mountain!”

He paused for a moment, then punched the air and shouted, ”Long live the Emperor!”

”Long live the Emperor!”

After the group of islanders finished their slogan, they went straight up the mountain.

The guard, who had always felt this group of people was strange, hadn’t even had time to speak to intercept them before his chest was pierced by a samurai sword.

Xipo Village.

After killing all the artificial gods, Han Jingyang took a deep breath and said with a solemn expression, ”The real battle has only just begun.”

Monk Kongyun’s expression changed again: ”There is still a battle?”

”Do you think they would have operated for so long and only have this bit of lackluster combat power?”

”Could it be... the martial artists they recruited?”

”There are definitely desperate thugs, but it is absolutely not just those who came for money.”

”Then what is it?”

”The real killing blow!”