Chapter 132.Chapter 132 – Deathstroke, Fine Work! (5k)
Chapter 132 – Mourning Bell, Fine Work! (5k)
With regards to Zhao Yi’s desire to observe the dual cultivation on the sidelines, Myriad Sound Realist was generous.
Hearing Zhao Yi’s words, she didn’t hesitate to say, “No problem ah, it just so happens that you can still be a guardian for us?”
This time, it was Zhao Yi’s turn to freeze.
He looked at Miaoyin Zhenran, but instead, he was a bit embarrassed.
“Is it convenient?”
“Convenient!”
Miaoyin Makoto casually waved her hand, “What’s inconvenient about it! By the way, Yellow Ying and Green Bee can also come along if they want to watch, she and Green Bee can also double-cultivate together. The two of them grew up together and share the same mind, the effect of dual cultivation might be even better than ours!”
“Yellow Ying and Green Bee also double-cultivate?”
When Zhao Yi heard this, he suddenly felt that the dual cultivation that Miaoyin Realist was talking about might not be the same as what he understood.
Qing Bee had always regarded herself as Zhao Yi’s Furnace Tripod, so if it was that kind of dual cultivation, she definitely wouldn’t agree to it, not to mention that it was still with Huang Ying, who had grown up with her since she was a child.
He tentatively asked, “Do you take off your clothes when you double cultivate?”
“Take off your clothes?” Miaoyin Makoto had a strange look on her face, “What’s the point of taking off your clothes, just direct divine soul communion will do.”
Sure enough.
Zhao Yi was instantly disappointed.
What was there to see in a dual cultivation without taking off clothes!
He was just about to speak when a mournful bell suddenly rang out from the Little Thunder Sound Temple on Mount Sumeru in the distance.
“Clang . Clang .”
The heavy bell rang down from the Little Thunder Sound Temple with a bang, and the same bell rang in the temples that passed through in turn.
It was carried all the way to the foot of the mountain, and after the bells of the last temple at the foot of the mountain rang out, the entire Sumeru Mountain was completely shrouded in the low sound of bells.
“Clang . Clang.”
Zhao Yi looked in the direction of Mount Sumeru and frowned slightly.
Bells were ceremonial instruments, and the sound of bells was known for being grand and majestic, solemn and dignified.
But those monks on Mount Sumeru ringing out the sound of the bell is not at all the solemnity that should be present in a ceremonial weapon, but instead is filled with sadness and sadness, like a woman in a deep bosom complaining about her feelings, revealing a small family spirit.
“One, two, three Your Highness, this is the funeral bell of the Buddhist sect!”
The Myriad Truly counted the bells under her breath, her expression gradually becoming solemn.
She explained, “There are three hundred and sixty funeral bells, representing the Buddha Sect’s three hundred and sixty monasteries and three hundred and sixty Buddhas. The Buddha Sect is treating us as mortal enemies, when they finish ringing 360 times, it will be a deadly battle that will not end.”
Speaking here, Myriad Sound Realist said in a strange tone, “Are these monks crazy, who gave them the guts to even dare to fight against the Great Xia court’s forbidden army?”
“Three hundred and sixty Buddhas?” Zhao Yi said unexpectedly, “The Buddha Sect actually has three hundred and sixty great cultivators of the Ninth Stage Saint King Realm?”
Realist Myriad Voice shook her head, “It’s far more than that.”
“The Buddha Sect is, after all, one of the top powers in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, and in its heyday, the Buddha Sect, with most all of its temples combined, should have as many as a thousand Ninth Order Saint King Realms.”
“However, the Buddha identified by the Buddha Sect is not just having a cultivation of the Ninth Order Saint King Realm, only the Opening Sect and Establishing Temple Patriarch level Ninth Order Saint King Realm can be called a Buddha.”
“The Buddha Sect has a total of three hundred and sixty temples, so the external claim is that there are three hundred and sixty Buddhas.”
After finishing her speech, Realist Miao Yin looked at the small Leiyin Temple that was still ringing its bells and said to Zhao Yi, “It looks like those monks are planning to fight to the death, there are quite a lot of believers in the Buddhist Sect, so if we kill them directly, it might trigger a mutiny among the believers.”
Zhao Yi snorted, “If someone mutinies, then kill them all together.”
He said disdainfully, “The vultures have created such a big battle, so it’s obvious that they’re being thieves! If those fools kowtow to the Buddha and lose their brains, and can’t make sense of their priorities, and even forget who exactly has been guarding their peace all these years, and even turn their swords against the Da Xia’s forbidden army for the sake of those vultures, then there’s no point in continuing to stay.”
Hiss!
Myriad Sound Reality sucked in a mouthful of cool air and said in astonishment, “At least on Mount Sumeru on the believers, to kill so many people at once, and also ordinary people, I’m afraid that if it gets out, it will affect the reputation of Da Xia’s royal family ah?”
Hmm?
Zhao Yi was stunned to hear this.
He looked at Myriad Sound Realist and said strangely, “Reputation? When did my Zhao Clan have this? Ever since the founding of Da Xia, the Zhao Clan has been mocked in all sorts of explicit and implicit ways, and who of the successive generations of ancestors ever cared about their reputation? What the ancestors didn’t care about, the current court treats it as a treasure, this is not forgetting one’s roots!”
Myriad Sound Reality: “. What you said, is quite reasonable!”
Zhao Yi waved his hand and said with a cold face, “As for those Buddha followers, it’s time to remind them. If it wasn’t for Zhao’s patronage, they’d still be working as livestock for those high and mighty immortals, and livestock aren’t qualified to kowtow to the Buddha!”
The Myriad Sound Realist was not a pedantic person.
She immediately changed her mind when she heard Zhao Yi’s words.
“Then let’s kill the chicken to warn the monkey!”
A fierce light flashed in the eyes of Miaoyin Makoto, “The Empress is merciful and doesn’t like killing. It’s only been a few decades since the court has been calm, and there are voices bubbling up that don’t respect Zhao. It’s a good time to take this opportunity to let those people figure out that this Grand Xia is Zhao’s world, not something they can do as they please!”
The Empress is benevolent and doesn’t like killing?
Zhao Yi thought of the Empress who was currently on a killing spree in Shengjing City, and hesitated for a moment, but still didn’t refute Realist Miao Yin’s words.
After Myriad Sound Realist finished speaking, he looked towards the Sumeru Mountain in front of him and asked Zhao Yi, “The Buddhist Sect has always been united, and those incense burners have been brainwashed by them, so they might really turn against the forbidden army, should we deploy some more manpower over?”
Buddhist unity?
Shengjing city outside the west mountain, west mountain temple and Luohan temple each occupies a mountain, just because of sharing the resources of the west mountain, and finally became old death life and death enemy.
At the Immortal Cultivation Conference, the old monk Hui Xian of the Little Thunder Sound Temple got the Spiritual Milk and immediately put it away, but he didn’t say that he would give a drop to the other monks.
From the insatiable behavior style of the old monk Hui Bank, it can be seen that the culture of the Little Thunder Sound Temple is not much better.
Those temples under Mount Sumeru were attached to the Little Thunder Sound Temple, and they certainly didn’t have a lot of blood sucked out of them by the monks of the Little Thunder Sound Temple on weekdays.
If it was another sect that came to attack, the monks of these temples might help Little Thunder Sound Temple to meet the enemy.
But now it was the Great Xia Dynasty’s forbidden army that was coming.
The couple will fly separately when a great disaster is approaching, not to mention that these monks can’t even maintain the surface peace and harmony of the monk temples.
Zhao Yi sneered: ”Pass the order! The Little Thunder Sound Temple sacrifices evil gods and sacrifices the public enemy of the Immortal Cultivation World, ‘Spirit’, the crime is unpardonable. This Crown Prince has been ordered to purge the obscene sacrifices, those who dare to obstruct and harbor the evil monks will be punished for the same crime and killed without pardon!”
Myriad Sound Realist looked solemn and respectfully clasped his fists.
“Follow the order!”
Soon, the whimpering bullhorn battle cry sounded.
The mournful and majestic sound of the horn instantly suppressed the mournful and mournful funeral bells.
In the next second, the red-golden dragon domain lit up the sky.
The void fluctuated.
Immediately afterward, a team of heavily armed forbidden troops came out in a murderous formation.
All of the forbidden soldiers held swords and knives and stood silently at the foot of the mountain.
The sky and earth were suddenly filled with a solemn and murderous atmosphere.
The Myriad Sound Realist floated up and loudly spread Zhao Yi’s decree throughout the entire Mount Sumeru.
As expected of Zhao Yi.
After his decree was spread out, the monks on Mount Sumeru were in chaos.
Except for the small Leiyin Temple at the top of the mountain, all the temples below had riots of different sizes.
Some of the smaller temples even directly stopped attaching themselves to the Little Thunder Sound Temple’s act of ringing the funeral bell, and then opened their center doors to retreat and surrender.
One led the way, and soon a large portion of the bells stopped ringing.
Originally mournful bells from the neat and tidy state quickly became uneven, sounds fragmented, poignant and resolute mood immediately disappeared.
Myriad Sound Reality’s eyes lit up, raising his eyes and smiling, ”It seems that it’s not just the court of Da Xia that has changed over the years, many interesting things have happened in the Immortal Cultivation world as well. The Buddha Sect, which was originally united as one, has actually seen such a serious split. It’s necessary for me to send someone to map out the situation this time when I go back, it’s time to re-update the intelligence of the Immortal Cultivation World.”
Hearing this, Zhao Yi laughed, “Mapping the bottom is fine, but you’d better wait for a while.”
“Why?” Miaoyin Makoto asked suspiciously.
Zhao Yi looked at the top of Sumeru Mountain, where the Little Leiyin Temple had finally started to sit still, and explained with a smile, “Didn’t you want to know why those monks went crazy and dared to rebel against the forbidden army of the Da Xia imperial court? Apart from the sacrifice of the ‘spirit’, there is another reason, and that is because all of the monks from the Buddhist Sect who went to the Immortal Cultivation Conference are dead!”
Miaoyin Zhenran froze for a moment, “You had someone do that?”
Zhao Yi shook his head, “It wasn’t me, the one who did it was the Four Seas Dragon Clan. There was some mistake at the Immortal Cultivation Conference, the Immortal Cultivation Clan dueled with the Four Seas Dragon Clan, and as a result, they were unable to defeat the group of dragons and were killed by others.”
After finishing, Zhao Yi added, “The Dragon Clan’s side didn’t get any favors either, they poisoned those cultivators in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, but they ended up poisoning themselves by using the poison ineptly.”
“The Dragon Race poisoned themselves to death?”
Myriad Sound Realist obviously never thought that there was this kind of unfolding, and was immediately shocked, “Didn’t the Dragon Clan have the upper hand, why did they still need to poison?”
Zhao Yi shook his head, “Who knows, maybe they like to use poison, anyway, the Immortal Cultivation Conference is almost devoid of living souls at the end. The Immortal Cultivation World is going to be in chaos soon, if you send someone to feel out the bottom, it’s best to wait until the turmoil calms down, or else you’ll have to do it all over again.”
Miaoyin Zhenran was stunned, then suddenly realized, “The people of the Little Thunder Sound Temple must have received the news and thought that the matter had been exposed, that’s why they put on a stance of immortality, and even sounded the death knell!”
Zhao Yi waved his hand and casually said, “It doesn’t matter what those monks think anymore, what’s important is that they seem to have forgotten the prestige of the Great Xia Forbidden Army, it’s necessary to make them remember again.”
“Understood!” The Myriad Sound Realist nodded.
She once again appeared in front of the formation and passed out orders, “All monks on Mount Sumeru who dare to resist, kill them all!”
Hearing this, all the forbidden troops roared in response.
“Obey the order!”
At the same time.
Mount Sumeru, Little Leiyin Temple, Mahamudra Hall.
The male master stood in the corner outside the hall, looking at the old monks inside who were bickering, and asked in a low voice, “Ancestor, did the seal say where the Fruit of Lohan is?”
The male master didn’t expect Zhao Yi to come so quickly.
The forbidden army of the Daxia imperial court had made it clear that they wanted to completely eradicate the Little Thunder Sound Temple.
Little Thunder Sound Temple was in trouble.
If they come to their door at this time to ask for the Luo Han Guo, they definitely won’t give it.
So, the male lead was going to go get it himself.
The old monk’s helpless voice soon sounded in the male lead’s mind, “The content of the seal is limited, it can only record some important events, like an insignificant thing like the Luo Han Guo, the seal only says that this thing was in the Little Thunder Sound Temple, and ended up in your hands. As for how you got it, that’s unclear.”
When the male lead heard this, his brows furrowed.
Ever since the old monk had gotten the seal, he had become secretive, opening his mouth and shutting his mouth to do great things.
The male lead was already annoyed.
The biggest thing the male lead has to do now is to hurry up and find the Luo Han Guo to cure Yao Su and make a clean break with her, then he can go and do what he wants to do.
As for the so-called big thing is none of his business?
When the male lead heard that the old monk couldn’t count on him, he swept his gaze back and forth around the Little Thunder Sound Temple a few times and finally asked the old monk, “Ancestor, do you know where the secret realm of the Little Thunder Sound Temple is?”
The male master used to be a Buddhist son of the Western Mountain Temple and knew quite a bit about the habits of the Buddhist sect.
When the secret realm of the West Mountain Temple was still in existence, the temple elders would store the temple’s valuable items inside the secret realm.
This method was the most hidden and not easily discovered.
But this also had a downside.
That was that once the secret realm was lost, the contents inside would also be easy to be taken out in one fell swoop.
After Xishan Temple’s secret realm was lost before, the entire temple’s monks drank half a year’s worth of thin rice, and have been living a tight life until now.
Little Thunder Sound Temple is the principal institution of the Buddha Sect, and most of the daily habits of the West Mountain Temple and other temples are learned from the Little Thunder Sound Temple.
Therefore, it was likely that the Luo Han Guo was in the secret realm.
The male protagonist originally had no hope for the old monk, but when he didn’t expect it, the old monk heard his words and actually said, “The secret realm of the Little Thunder Sound Temple is really known to me, and the trial for my succession to the Luohan Temple back then was completed in the secret realm of the Little Thunder Sound Temple!”
“Succession trial?” The male master was a bit strange.
The old monk said, “The secret realm of the Little Thunder Sound Temple is extremely large, and there are many special areas within it, and all of the trials for presiding over the temples under the Buddha Sect were all completed within it.”
When the male lord heard this, he immediately rejoiced and said, “Where is the secret realm of the Little Thunder Sound Temple?”
The male lead had also recently learned the hard way.
After being pitted by Zhao Yi so many times, the male lead had grown up quite a bit and was no longer the duncey little monk.
When he heard the news about the secret realm of the Little Thunder Sound Temple, the male lead’s first thought was whether he could get some benefits from it.
“Amitabha!”
The male lead recited a few sins in his heart before concentrating on the old monk’s words.
He had already confessed to the Buddha.
If it was just taking something, the Buddha should forgive him.
The old monk said, “The entrance to the secret realm of the Little Thunder Sound Temple is under the Bodhi tree in the backyard of the Mahamudra Temple, but to open the secret realm you need a Bodhi seed, and that thing is guarded by the head of the Dharma Academy, so ordinary people don’t have access to it at all.”
“The head of the Dharma Academy?” The male lord narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the pile of old monks in the Dharma Temple.
The male lord was now at the cultivation level of the Ninth Order Saint King Realm, and with the unique attributes of the Dragon God Skill, he could easily shield his senses from other Ninth Order Saint King Realms.
After listening for a while, the male lord’s gaze locked onto a stout, burly, muscular, and dark-faced old monk.
Based on the quarrels of those old monks, the male lord heard that this black monk named Huiyan was the head of the Dharma Academy.
Huiyan’s temper was as hot as his name.
He was the staunchest main war faction within all the monks, advocating to gather the power of all the Buddhist sects in the world to fight the Daxia forbidden army to the death.
The old monks who were in favor of peace were mainly those from the Tibetan scripture pavilion.
They believed that the Daxia court had not killed anyone for hundreds of years, so perhaps they had been enlightened by the Buddha and put down the butcher’s knife to cleanse their minds.
Since they were all disciples of the Buddha, what could they not talk about?
If Zhao were to be purified into the Buddha Sect, the Buddha Sect would be able to leap to become the number one cultivation sect in the world in one fell swoop!
Hui Yan almost cursed in anger when he heard such whimsical words.
Huishan had already been killed by Zhao Yi at the Immortal Cultivation Conference, and these fools were still dreaming of the realization of the Zhao Clan in Daxia.
Hui Yan wouldn’t even dare to dream of doing so!
The words didn’t go well, and Hui Yan stormed out of the Da Xiong Bao Hall in a rage.
That’s when the hero heard that he was the head of the Dharmakaya.
Hui Yan did not return to the Dharma Academy, and after coming out of the Maharishi’s Treasure Hall, he furiously charged towards the Daxia forbidden army at breakneck speed.
Seeing this, the male lead’s eyes flashed with light and he quickly followed behind.
The Great Xia forbidden army was strong, Hui Yan was definitely not an opponent.
Hui Yan was at the ninth stage of the Saint King realm, even if he was no match for the Great Xia forbidden army, as long as he wasn’t surrounded, no one could stop him if he wanted to run.
The male lead followed behind Hui Yan, intending to sneak up behind him after he was undefeated and escaped, and snatch a Bodhi Seed down.
Hui Yan was extremely fast, and almost in the blink of an eye, he rushed down from the top of the mountain.
His speed was so fast that when he reached the foot of the mountain, the old monks in the Da Xiong Bao Dian on the top of the mountain didn’t even react.
With the strong main combatant Hui Yan gone, the remaining old monks quickly reached the same consensus, which was to beckon the Da Xia Crown Prince.
Now they were arguing about who would be the best person to go and sensitize Zhao Yi.
The old monks all had selfish motives as well.
Although they all want to take credit for the realization of Zhao Yi, they are all afraid of death and don’t want to take the lead, so the great cause of recruiting and surrendering is temporarily at a stalemate.
On the other hand, Hui Yan came to the forbidden army in a murderous rage, and when he saw Miaoyin Zhenren, his eyes went straight to red.
Without the slightest hesitation, Hui Yan directly knelt down towards Zhao Yi.
“Disciple Miaoyan, greetings to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, greetings to the Sect Master!”
Crunch!
The male lead’s feet suddenly went into a sharp brake, almost hitting a tree on the side of the road.
He looked at Hui Yan with wide eyes, his eyes falling to the ground in shock.
This thick-browed, big-eyed Buddhist monk was actually a spy of the Xuan Zhen Guan?
The male lead had trouble accepting it!
In the last second, Hui Yan had angrily scolded the old monks of the Tibetan scripture pavilion for their whims and forced them to come down the mountain to fight Zhao Yi.
The next second he himself ran to the front of the line to join the enemy first.
After all this, the reason why this black monk was so angry was because he didn’t fool those old monks, right?
The male lead’s jaw dropped and he had trouble accepting it: ”The world is going downhill, people’s hearts are not ancient! How could this monk with a righteous face and thick eyebrows be a spy?”
ps: this chapter 5k! bosses want to read more chapters, or word count more big chapter, the back directly eight thousand ten thousand a chapter okay?
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