Chapter 245: Amitabha!
Chapter 245 Amitabha Buddha!
At Zhao Yi’s feet was a high mountain, with a large river surrounding it, its blue waves and surges were loud and imposing.
When ordinary people saw this situation, the first thing they would definitely do was marvel at the magnificence of the mountains and rivers and be impressed by it.
Zhao Yi didn’t have these idle thoughts at all.
Especially since the male lead had mysteriously said “stop when you encounter mountains, retreat when you encounter water”, but the next moment Zhao Yi appeared in this environment surrounded by mountains and water.
This is too much of a coincidence.
Zhao Yi couldn’t stop thinking about it.
It was just that Zhao Yi looked around and realized that this secret realm was incredibly empty and silent.
Other than the sound of the great river rushing by, there was nothing unusual to be found.
“Could it be that it’s not here?”
Zhao Yi’s thought had just gone up when he suddenly saw a bit of golden light flooding the mountain stream in the distance.
In the middle of the empty valley, that bit of golden light was very eye-catching.
Zhao Yi’s attention was immediately drawn over.
“It’s a bit interesting!”
Zhao Yi looked at the bit of golden light and raised his eyebrows slightly, a dazed look appearing in his eyes.
“So it’s that group of vultures!”
When Zhao Yi looked over towards the valley, he saw that the bit of golden light was no other than a large swastika.
“The swastika was the symbol of the Buddha.
“The fact that the swastika appeared in the valley meant that this was the stronghold of the remaining members of the Buddha Sect.
Zhao Yi also understood at this moment.
The crisis that the hero had spied on in the long river of time should be on those monks of the Little Thunder Sound Temple.
Zhao Yi was very curious.
The strength of the Little Thunder Sound Temple was just so-so.
When the abbot Hui Lun saw Zhao Yi come to the door, he simply fled without even having the courage to make a move.
Where did these monks get the guts to count on him?
Zhao Yi suddenly thought about his popularity and rumors in the Immortal Cultivation World.
Zhao Yi’s reputation in the Immortal Cultivation World wasn’t very good.
Because of Zhao Yi’s behavior of constantly robbing the secret realms of the major clans, almost all of the clans hated him with a passion.
It was only because they were afraid of the Zhao Clan’s powerful strength that those clans dared to be angry and didn’t dare to speak out.
They didn’t dare to seek revenge on Zhao Yi, nor did they dare to publicize it, so in the end, they could only hold their noses and endure it.
On the surface, they didn’t dare to speak out, but secretly, they never stopped rumors about Zhao Yi.
Over the years, Zhao Yi’s reputation in the Immortal Cultivation world was almost as bad as that of a street rat.
One of the most rumored things was Zhao Yi’s useless qualification that he couldn’t cultivate.
When Zhao Yi saw that the monks of the Little Thunder Sound Temple had revealed their swastikas in the valley in the distance, looking like they were sure to win, the expression on his face suddenly became very strange.
He was looking forward to the group of monks raging over, only to find out that the rumors of the Immortal Cultivation World were wrong, and that Zhao Yi wasn’t a waste of space to be fished and eaten.
On the contrary, they tried their best but couldn’t even break Zhao Yi’s defense.
That scene must have been very exciting.
As Zhao Yi was thinking, he suddenly saw the golden light of the swastika, and it was obvious that those monks had also discovered Zhao Yi.
The bright golden light was like a small sun, first illuminating the valley, then enveloping the mountains and rivers, and finally spreading towards the edge of the secret realm.
Zhao Yi was bound in the golden light at the first moment.
He didn’t run.
One, there was no need to run, and two, he couldn’t run.
Zhao Yi’s flesh had been tempered by the Chaos Storm a few times in the Small World, and I’m afraid that the strength of his flesh couldn’t even be compared to the sages of the Orc World.
Although Orcs were famous for their strong physical bodies, they didn’t have the conditions to have the luxury of quenching their bodies with World-Destroying Divine Lightning like Zhao Yi did.
It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that even if Zhao Yi stood still, there weren’t many people in the 3,000 Small Worlds who could injure him.
I’m afraid that the only ones who could completely crush Zhao Yi would be True Dragon’s kind of Great Dao Sage level existence.
Zhao Yi was certain that the Buddha Sect definitely didn’t have any great powers at the Great Dao Sage level.
After all, the Buddha’s Great Dao mastered by the Buddha wasn’t complete either. The Buddha’s light was still behind the hero’s head.
Since there was no Great Dao Sage, Zhao Yi wasn’t worried about the Buddha Sect’s methods at all.
On top of that, the fact that Zhao Yi couldn’t run away was also a reason.
The monks of the Little Thunder Sound Temple didn’t know how long they had been preparing for this, and the golden light spread so fast that it enveloped Zhao Yi in almost the blink of an eye.
With such a short period of time, Zhao Yi’s pitiful flying speed couldn’t escape at all.
He couldn’t run away anyway, so instead of flying and showing his cowardice, he might as well hold his ground.
The monks of Little Leiyin Temple seemed to be very confident in the golden light of the swastika.
After seeing Zhao Yi enveloped in the golden light, the monks hiding in the valley flew out.
Zhao Yi looked up and saw a familiar face in the crowd.
The fat host of the Little Thunder Sound Temple, Hui Lun.
Hui Lun flew in front of all the monks, no longer in the mess he was in before at Little Thunder Sound Temple, his robe was rattling in the wind, and his face was filled with arrogance.
In the blink of an eye, Hui Lun led the monks to the near front, eventually stopping three feet away from Zhao Yi.
Zhao Yi secretly nodded in his heart.
This Hui Lun was worthy of being the head of the Buddhist Sect and the abbot of the Little Thunder Sound Temple.
Even though he had all the time and places, Hui Lun still remained vigilant enough in the face of a mortal like Zhao Yi.
Three feet away, not too far, not too close.
Even if Zhao Yi was protected by a magic treasure, such a distance was enough for the monks of Little Thunder Sound Temple to react.
“Amitabha Buddha!”
Hui Lun clasped his hands together and called out a Buddha’s name, looking towards Zhao Yi with a smile on his face.
“Poverty-stricken monk Hui Lun, pay respects to Your Highness the Crown Prince!”
After Hui Lun saluted, the monks following him also saluted towards Zhao Yi at the same time.
“Greetings, Your Highness the Crown Prince!”
Seeing this scene, Zhao Yi suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart.
Zhao Yi’s divine soul had grown immensely after several times of refinement, and after his divine sense was externalized, he could easily feel the emotional fluctuations of other people.
What was strange to Zhao Yi was that whether it was Hui Lun or those monks following him, all of them did not have a murderous and hostile aura on their bodies.
On the contrary, Zhao Yi felt goodwill from these monks.
Kindness?
Zhao Yi almost thought that there was something wrong with his divine sense.
Could these monks have lost their minds?
As long as they were in their right mind, then it would be impossible for them to have an ounce of goodwill towards Zhao Yi!
But from the previous arrangement of these monks, coupled with the distance posture of keeping a vigilant watch at this time, it didn’t look like they were out of their minds in any way.
So, this wasn’t right!
You have to know that Zhao Yi not only overthrew the Little Thunder Sound Temple, but even the Buddha’s dojo, Mount Sumeru, had half of its mountain cut off.
For a Buddhist cultivator, this kind of cultivation by Zhao Yi was tantamount to digging up the Buddha’s ancestral grave.
Those monks didn’t fight with him even if they didn’t, but they even showed kindness to him.
It was outrageous!
Zhao Yi was impatient to pull the wool over these guys’ eyes and asked directly to the point, “What do you want?”
In the face of Zhao Yi’s harsh attitude, Hui Lun didn’t have any abnormalities on his face.
He looked at Zhao Yi and folded his hands, his face showing the smile of a Buddha when he flicked a flower.
“Amitabha Buddha!”
Hui Lun was fat and chubby, looking like the Maitreya Buddha, and squinted when he finished, keeping a smile on his face as if everything was not on his mind.
Facing Zhao Yi’s cross-examination, Hui Lun smiled and responded:
“By the Buddha’s decree, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is invited to an audience!”
Buddha?
Zhao Yi was first stunned, then his face changed drastically.
“The Buddha is here?”
PS: I’m begging for a finished reading and a catch up!
(End of chapter)