Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess

Unexpectedly, this guy went straight for his own hideout.

What about the Zen Rebel Monk?

Jiang Shouzhong hurriedly went to the archive, and as expected, the Zen Rebel Monk was nowhere to be found. The shelves of the archive were in disarray, with traces of blood remaining.

Luo Wanqing scrutinized the archive, casually picking up a secret record to browse through. She spoke, "It seems Wanyan Wulie killed his good brother, the Zen Rebel Monk, as well. I don't know where he's hiding to heal his wounds. We've come all this way for nothing."

"The Imperial Mausoleum."

Jiang Shouzhong offered his guess.

For someone from the Royal Family, practicing any sacrificial techniques would require considering their Royal Family Qi Fortune. The ancestral imperial mausoleum is the best place.

The group arrived at the imperial mausoleum, and sure enough, a barrier enveloped the outside.

Li Guanshi pointed her fingers like a sword, and the barrier shattered in response.

The group stepped inside the tomb, and the coffins within began to tremble, the lids flying off with a crash.

One by one, skeletal remains emerged from the coffins, standing suspended in the air.

The bones emitted a grayish-green hue, each skeleton with a bronze dagger embedded in its chest.

At the same time, a giant bronze mirror suddenly appeared on the ceiling, reflecting figures clad in yellow robes, exuding the authority of those in power.

The reflections showed the emperors of past generations from Nanjin Country.

"Using ancestors' bones to forge an array, Wanyan Wulie is quite filial," Jiang Yi mocked.

"Insolent!"

A thunderous voice roared from the mirror.

The skeletons abruptly shifted positions, forming a battle formation, with ghostly blue flames igniting in their eye sockets, charging toward Jiang Shouzhong and the others.

"Hmph, a farce."

Luo Wanqing flicked her finger, casting a gold thread that coiled around three skeletons.

With the golden light surging from the woman's fingertip, a five-clawed golden dragon was pulled from the void. The dragon's roar shattered several skeletons, but with a flash of mirror light, the broken bones were restored as if new.

Meanwhile, in the mirror, countless emperors simultaneously raised their hands, and an enormous pressure descended like a mountain.

Jiang Wan pointed her long sword to the sky, and the tomb brightened like daytime.

Thousands of Sword Qi transformed into a suspended galaxy, crashing down through the mirror.

The phantoms of Nanjin Country's emperors instantly turned to ash under the sword light, and the coffins fell one by one.

However, the next moment, the shattered pieces of the mirror recombined in the air, forming rotating mirror wheels.

The edges of the mirror wheels were incredibly sharp, spinning rapidly and cutting forward.

Their passage tore the air, emitting a piercing whistling sound.

Two mirror wheels flashed before Jiang Shouzhong in a highly concealed manner, but even before they could fall, they were thwarted by Mengniang and Dugu Luoxue, who had been constantly guarding him.

Li Guanshi's beautiful eyes landed on a small copper mirror in the corner.

The woman flicked her finger.

A pebble shot towards the copper mirror, disappearing into it instantly, like a stone sinking into the sea.

Immediately, ripples spread through the air.

All the mirror wheels began to shatter layer by layer.

As the mirror wheels collapsed, the entire tomb seemed to be stripped of a layer of its outer shell by an invisible hand, the eerie atmosphere significantly reduced. In an instant, the tomb fell into a dead silence.

From start to finish, Jiang Shouzhong was watching the spectacle from the side.

There was no need, with experts around, one more formidable than the other, he didn't need to intervene.

He only had to fight in bed.

Meanwhile, a figure appeared atop the high platform in the tomb.

It was the Zen Rebel Monk.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged, surrounded by the occasional blooming of Other Shore Flowers, eerie and mysterious, seemingly merging with the dark tomb.

Jiang Shouzhong walked up to the Zen Rebel Monk.

The latter opened his eyes, a faint smile curled at his lips: "This humble monk knew you would come."

Jiang Shouzhong said straightforwardly, "You must be aware of Wanyan Wulie's fake death plot. So, you should keep your promise and tell me the whereabouts of my woman."

The Zen Rebel Monk nodded slightly, his voice low and clear:

"To the east of Demon Sea Mountain, there is a small pavilion. Inside, there is a bell. If you ring it three times, you will see her."

Jiang Shouzhong did not doubt it; he believed the Zen Rebel Monk wouldn't lie.

He nodded, then asked, "And what about Wanyan Wulie?"

The Zen Rebel Monk replied, "Allow this humble monk to first ask Patron Jiang a question. If Patron Jiang can answer, this monk will tell you the whereabouts of your emperor and will not stand in your way."

Luo Wanqing sneered, "You speak as if you could actually stop us."

The Zen Rebel Monk laughed, "With this monk's abilities, of course, I cannot stop you all. However... if this monk refuses to divulge the place where the emperor is hidden, you might never be able to find it."

"Then I, the palace maiden, will see if I can pry it out of you."

Luo Wanqing waved her sleeved gown, about to make a move.

But Li Guanshi stopped her, "He has cultivated the Vajra Heart; no method will make him speak."

Vajra Heart?

Upon hearing this, the women were surprised.

This is a very high achievement of Buddhist cultivation, possessing the Vajra Heart means seeing through all worldly illusions, immune to any delusion.

Jiang Shouzhong said in a deep voice, "What question?"

The Zen Rebel Monk looked profoundly at him and slowly uttered a few words, "What is 'Zen Rebellion'?"

Jiang Shouzhong frowned slightly, falling into contemplation.

Dugu Luoxue, who usually loved discussing the Dao with others, hesitated briefly, then softly intervened, "The so-called 'rebellion' is not defying the rightful path, but turning against ignorance and vexation, not indulging with sentient beings in the five desires and six dusts."

However, the Zen Rebel Monk smiled and shook his head, his gaze fixed on Jiang Shouzhong, as if waiting for his answer.

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Shouzhong recalled a phrase from the Shurangama Sutra and gave his own answer, "When the wild nature suddenly ceases, ceasing then is Bodhi."

The Zen Rebel Monk's body shook, his eyes shone brilliantly, but the Other Shore Flowers around him began to wither one by one.

"Patron Jiang... has a Zen heart."

The Zen Rebel Monk joined his hands together, a look of relieved smile on his face.

Afterward, he reached into his chest and unexpectedly pulled out a golden, glittering heart, handing it to Jiang Shouzhong, "This Vajra Heart is given to Patron Jiang, may you treat it well."

With that, the Zen Rebel Monk's head dropped, and he became silent.

At the same time, a door appeared out of nowhere behind him.

Evidently, this door is the passage to where Wanyan Wulie is located.

Jiang Shouzhong looked at that glittering heart in confusion, "What do you mean? We don't even have acquaintanceship, yet such a precious treasure is given to me for free? Could it be there's a trap hidden inside?"

"Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with this Vajra Heart."

Li Guanshi said.

Jiang Shouzhong scratched his head, feeling conflicted.

Indeed, it's hard for ordinary folks to understand the thinking of those with transcendent minds.

"That brat's blessings are a bit too abundant, aren't they?"

Even Luo Wanqing, who had lived a life of endless wealth, couldn't help feel a bit jealous.

Dugu Luoxue softly said, "What you call blessings, are actually what Shouzhong has strived for himself. At least in my lifetime, I could never comprehend the sentence Shouzhong just said."

"Heh, so in other words, even the women are what he strives for?"

Luo Wanqing smirked.

Jiang Shouzhong coughed dryly, looking embarrassed.

Jiang Yi said in a slightly mocking tone, "That depends on who it is. Some people might not need to strive; they just hand themselves over spontaneously."

"Junior Sister, she's making fun of you."

Luo Wanqing purposely tried to stir things up involving Li Guanshi.

Li Guanshi smiled faintly and didn't pay attention to their bickering, first entering the door behind the Zen Rebel Monk.

Afraid of getting involved in the dispute, Jiang Shouzhong picked up the Vajra Heart and quickly followed.

Mengniang chuckled softly, "Little Master, isn't it a headache having three wives and four concubines? While it's pleasant on the bed, it can surely trouble you off the bed."

Jiang Shouzhong rubbed his temple, saying, "No matter, I can always manage these women obediently."

Mengniang recalled the time when Jiang Shouzhong "hit the lethal spot" on the bed, her cheeks turning slightly red, she laughed, "Then I shall look forward to it, wanting to see how someone gets subdued."

The alluring eyes of the woman fleetingly passed over Li Guanshi's graceful figure in the front, her lips curled up.

The world longs to see the Goddess transform into an Immortal, yet they also want to see her fall into the mortal dust.

Dreaming of witnessing the scene of that woman being bullied, although she doubted Jiang Shouzhong's capability for such a task, Mengniang still held some expectation.

Maybe sensing Mengniang's gaze, Li Guanshi inadvertently glanced back at her.

Mengniang's expression stiffened, and she lowered her head slightly.

Li Guanshi's face flickered with a smile, suddenly speaking to Jiang Shouzhong, "Actually, I am also quite anticipating."