Chapter 133.Chapter 133: Buddha Deigns to Fateful People! (42k)
Chapter 133 – Buddha Deigns to Fateful People! (4.2k)
Zhao Yi was also quite surprised about Hui Yan’s identity.
Zhao Yi used to just know that Xuan Zhen Guan had deep roots, but he didn’t realize that even the Little Thunder Sound Temple, which was the origin of the Buddhist Sect, had been infiltrated.
Hui Yan was the head of the Dharma Hall of the Little Thunder Sound Temple, and was a pivotal figure in the entire Buddhist Sect.
Only now did Zhao Yi realize that it was no wonder that Miaoyin Zhenran didn’t think anything of it when she heard about the Immortal Alliance’s name before.
Perhaps when the Immortal Alliance was still being planned, Xuanzhen Guan’s side had received the news.
“Your Holiness, level off.”
Zhao Yi looked Huiyan up and down once and nodded in satisfaction.
Hui Yan had dark skin, a sturdy figure, a resolute face, and a righteous appearance, looking at him made people unable to help but feel good about him.
“Thank you, Your Highness!”
Hui Yan respectfully said thank you and got up from the ground.
Miaoyin Makoto asked from the side, “Senior brother, what is the situation in Little Thunder Sound Temple now?”
Hui Yan spoke about the controversy in the Mahamudra, and Zhao Yi and Myriad Sound Realist looked at each other in disbelief as they listened, thinking that those monks were just as crazy as if they had lost their minds.
“Losing their minds is a lie, stalling for time is real.” Hui Yan explained.
“The terrain on top of Sumeru Mountain is complicated, and there are many formations and prohibitions in the Little Thunder Sound Temple, so if we forcefully attack it will most likely cause considerable casualties to the forbidden army.”
Hui Yan sighed, “Unfortunately, I originally wanted to use the method of provocation to force the abbot and the heads of the various houses to come down to the mountain to fight the forbidden army, but they were scared out of their wits by the rumors of the Immortal Cultivation Conference, and they didn’t dare to respond to the battle at all.”
“There is also the secret realm of the Buddha Sect in the backyard of the Maharishi’s Treasure Hall, and the secret space is immense, large enough to hold all the followers and disciples of the Buddha Sect.”
“If the monks of the Little Thunder Sound Temple hide in the secret realm, it will be difficult to cut down the roots again!”
Hearing these words, Myriad Sound Realist asked, “Senior brother, do you know about the people of the Little Thunder Sound Temple worshipping the ‘Spirit’?”
Hui Yan first nodded, then shook his head, “Poor monk has indeed heard of this matter, but has not seen it.”
As if he knew what Miaoyin Zhenren wanted to ask, he shook his head, “The ‘spirit’ worshipped in the Little Thunder Sound Temple is very special, and it is said to be a kind of Thousand Hands and Thousand Eyes ‘spirit’.”
“That ‘spirit’ has the extraordinary ability to monitor people’s hearts, and if someone mentions His name, it will immediately be learned by Him.”
“When the poor monk heard about this, he secretly investigated for a period of time, only to find out that that Thousand Hands and Thousand Eyes ‘Spirit’ was lost more than ten years ago.”
“The poor monk then searched all over the Little Thunder Sound Temple, but found no trace of that ‘spirit’ either. In order to fight without spooking the snakes, that’s why the poor monk has never reported it to the Xuan Zhen Guan.”
Hearing these words, Zhao Yi and Myriad Sound Realist glanced at each other, and a strange color appeared on their faces at the same time.
Seeing this, Hui Yan asked suspiciously, “Sect Leader, what’s wrong?”
Myriad Sound Realist looked at Zhao Yi and saw that he nodded, so he said to Hui Yan, “That Thousand Hands and Thousand Eyes ‘Spirit’ you mentioned is in the hands of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and we came to Little Thunder Sound Temple this time because of that ‘Spirit’s’ guidance, preparing to go to the Little Leiyin Temple’s secret realm to fetch something!”
“That ‘spirit’ is actually in the hands of His Highness?” Hui Yan froze, “Could it be that the matter of the loss of the Little Thunder Sound Temple’s ‘spirit’ back then was done by someone sent by the imperial court?”
The Myriad Voice Realist shook his head, “That Thousand Hands and Thousand Eyes ‘Spirit’ was searched by His Highness the Crown Prince at the headquarters of the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce, as for who got it there, that is unknown.”
After finishing his speech, Realm of Myriad Sound opened the door and asked Hui Yan, “Senior brother, do you know where the entrance to the secret realm of the Little Thunder Sound Temple is?”
People who went out of the Xuanzhen Temple would almost never contact the Xuanzhen Temple except for major events that were found to threaten Zhao, and some people never even told others that they came from the Xuanzhen Temple in their entire lives.
The Myriad Sound Realist didn’t know that Hui Yan was in possession of the entrance to the Little Thunder Sound Temple’s secret realm.
When Hui Yan heard Realist Miao Yin’s words, he directly pulled out a bodhi seed and handed it to Zhao Yi, respectfully saying, “Your Highness, the entrance to the secret realm of the Little Thunder Sound Temple is the one that the poor monk is in charge of, and this bodhi seed is the key to open the secret realm.”
Hmm?
Hearing this, Zhao Yi and Myriad Sound Realist’s eyes lit up at the same time.
Previously, at the Immortal Cultivation Conference, Zhao Yi had originally planned to keep the Little Thunder Sound Temple’s old monk Hui Shishi alive, just to explore the news of the secret realm from him.
As a result, the dragons had acted too quickly, and without waiting for Zhao Yi’s order to keep him alive, Old Monk Hui Bank had been split up by a few old dragons in a sneak attack.
The Myriad Sound Realist originally wanted to capture another monk over, but he didn’t realize that Hui Yan was the person in charge of the secret realm.
“This is called stepping through iron shoes without finding a place, and getting it without making any effort.” Zhao Yi laughed.
He looked at Hui Yan and nodded his head approvingly, “Your Holiness has taken credit!”
Zhao Yi asked the Myriad Sound Realist to take the Bodhi Seed, then said to Hui Yan, “There are quite a few surrendered temples on Mount Sumeru, Your Holiness is more familiar with the area, so let those people be left to you to deal with. Also, after the Little Thunder Sound Temple is rebuilt, Your Holiness can serve as the new abbot!”
Hui Yan was stunned when he heard this, “Your Highness still wants to rebuild the Little Thunder Sound Temple?”
“That’s for sure!” Zhao Yi smiled, “It’s not like I’m going to kill all the monks, so naturally, I’m going to leave behind the Little Thunder Sound Temple as the origin of the Buddhist sect. However, the monks that should be cleaned up still need to be cleaned up, especially the monks that have worshipped the ‘Spirit’, not a single one of them can be left. After the cleanup, Your Holiness will stay here as abbot.”
What Zhao Yi didn’t say was that if all these big clans like the Buddha Sect were gone, how else would he arrange for the male lord to be the head of the Immortal Alliance.
Although the order of the Immortal Cultivation Realm was about to collapse, the Lord of the Immortal Alliance still needed to be there.
This could be related to Zhao Yi’s mission rewards!
Hui Yan had grown up practicing Buddhism and had gotten used to the Buddhist way of life.
Originally, he thought that Zhao Yi was going to completely destroy Mount Sumeru and was thinking about where he should land next, but he didn’t expect that the Little Thunder Sound Temple would still be preserved and that he would be able to be the host.
This was completely unexpected!
As for whether selling out the Little Thunder Sound Temple to defect to the Da Xia Zhao Clan would be treated as a shame for the Buddhist Sect, Hui Yan hadn’t worried about it.
The Great Xia Zhao Clan had ruled the Immortal Cultivation World for thousands of years, and which sect in the Immortal Cultivation World hadn’t bowed down in Zhao’s shadow as a small one?
The bones of any sect that dared to disobey the Zhao Clan had all turned to ashes.
The Little Thunder Sound Temple has been squeezing the other temples of the Buddha Sect on a regular basis. The secret realm of the Buddha Sect is supposed to be shared by all the temples of the Buddha Sect, but the presidents of the other temples who enter the secret realm of the Buddha Sect for trials must pay the Little Thunder Sound Temple the full amount of offerings before they are able to do so.
Under these circumstances, how much loyalty those temples could have towards the Little Thunder Sound Temple could be imagined.
As long as Hui Yan could guarantee that they would not be implicated by the Great Xia Forbidden Army, there were temples that were willing to embrace him.
If Hui Yan reduced the level of oppression a little more, for example, if the temple presidents didn’t have to turn in offerings when they entered the Buddha Sect’s secret trials, those presidents would immediately honor him as the Buddha Sect’s co-owner.
“Many thanks for your trust, Your Highness!”
Hearing Zhao Yi’s words, Hui Yan respectfully paid his respects, “The poor monk will not fail Your Highness’ trust, the Buddha Sect swears loyalty to the Great Xia Imperial Court and will never have any second thoughts. If there is any violation, the heavens will put it to death!”
Zhao Yi did not doubt Huiyan’s loyalty.
The Xuan Zhen Guan had raised countless orphaned sons and daughters over the past thousand years, and although there had been quite a few great traitors and greedy people, none of them had ever betrayed.
Zhao Yi nodded with a smile, “Your Holiness sits in the Buddhist Sect, I am relieved.”
Zhao Yi forgave me to press, looked up at the top of the mountain, the small Leiyin Temple side do not know whether to find Hui Yan disappeared, or to discuss the people who sent to their deaths, the entrance to the temple is constantly being walked, the original chaotic sound of the bells also gradually calmed down.
Seeing this, Zhao Yi said to Hui Yan, ”Your Holiness, I’ll go to the secret realm with Sect Leader Miao Yin first to look for something, so I’ll leave this place to you. General Zuo Luo, the Great General of Zhenbei, is on his way here, just tell her directly how you want to cleanse the Buddha Sect, she will command the forbidden army to cooperate with you.”
Hui Yan was overjoyed, “Subordinate obeys!”
Although Hui Yan was not familiar with Zuo Xiao Luo, she knew the gold content of the Great General of Zhenbei.
The Daxia court was that the Empress was in total control of the military, and under the Empress was the Great General.
The Empress has to oversee the court, and the military affairs are all handled by the Great General.
Daxia is martial, the people are tough, can stand out in the military, and promoted to a person under the position of the general, this kind of person in the army is usually the existence of the god of war.
Zuo Xiaoluo personally took action, and no one in the Buddha Sect was able to fight against it at all.
The Little Thunder Sound Temple has a bad reputation in the Buddhist Sect, but it has been able to remain standing by virtue of the five ninth-order Saint King realm great cultivators.
The head of the Luohan Hall, Hui Shan, had died at the Immortal Cultivation Conference, and besides Hui Yan himself, there were still three ninth-order Saint King realm great cultivators in the Little Thunder Sound Temple.
They were the Abbot, the Elder of the Scripture Collection Pavilion, and the Head of the Precepts Academy.
On top of that, there were some other temples on Mount Sumeru that were close to the Little Thunder Sound Temple, and there were also four or five ninth-order Saint King realm great cultivators in those temples.
Although Hui Yan also had some squad members, it was obviously not enough to fight against so many ninth-order Saint King realm great cultivators.
It was different when Zuo Xiaoluo came.
The Great General of Zhenbei’s own strength was not bad, plus the Great Xia forbidden army, this huge force was able to topple Mount Sumeru.
At the same time.
The male lead, after seeing Zhao Yi take the Myriad Sound Realist up the mountain, hesitated for a moment, circled around, and quietly followed behind.
As he watched Zhao Yi walk brightly towards the top of the mountain, the male lead became more and more puzzled in his heart.
“What does he want?”
The male lead was very puzzled, “Doesn’t he know that all those monks on the mountain are dying to kill him?”
Hearing this, the old monk’s voice sounded in the male lead’s mind.
He said in a deep voice, “Young monk, the crown prince of Great Xia cannot die, at least not on Mount Sumeru! You haven’t pulled in the little poisonous creature to help you, and she hasn’t poisoned the Great Xia’s Iron Armor Army. The Great Xia’s Iron Armor Army and Armor Breaker Army are invincible, all the clans combined are not enough for them to kill! If the Great Xia’s Crown Prince dies at the Little Thunder Sound Temple, the end of the Buddha Sect is coming!”
The male lead nodded slightly, “I understand what you said! Although Zhao Yi has indirectly harmed me, he has also repeatedly saved my life! Before, in Yao Jia Town, if he hadn’t appeared in time, I might have died under the lightning of the calamity!”
Speaking of this, the male lead said with a straight face, “Don’t worry, as long as I’m around, no one will be able to hurt him!”
The old monk agreed with the male lord’s attitude, “In the imprint, Zhao Yi was one of the biggest financiers of the great deeds you raised, and almost all the resources of the righteous army were provided by him and the Four Seas Dragon Clan. Now without the Four Seas Dragon Clan, then Zhao Yi must not be missed!”
The male lord was silent.
He also didn’t know where the old monk got the confidence to firmly feel that Zhao Yi would destroy his family and help him rebel just based on those plausible things in the seal.
How could this be possible?
Zhao Yi is not a psychopath!
No, Zhao Yi might be a psychopath.
Even if he is, he wouldn’t do something like this.
Maybe he would.
The hero suddenly thought of the old emperor.
Zhao Yi was only the Crown Prince, he was the Emperor, but he was obsessed with overthrowing the Grand Xia.
The male lead suddenly felt a pang of tiredness.
Could it be that there wasn’t a single sane person with the surname Zhao?
The old monk was still droning on, and the male lead directly filtered everything he said.
The male lead had already made up his mind.
After finding the Luo Han Guo and rescuing Yao Su.
He will completely split with the old monk and Yao Su!
The male lead sort of found out.
As long as these two people were around, he couldn’t think of a clean break.
If he wanted to return to seclusion, he had to get rid of these two people.
Zhao Yi and the two of them were very fast and reached the top of the mountain in the blink of an eye.
In the Little Leiyin Temple, a group of old monks just happened to come out of the Great Hall.
Looking at Zhao Yi and Miaoyin Zhenran who had clearly and directly boarded the door, all the monks froze at the same time.
Someone quickly reacted.
“He’s the Crown Prince of Grand Xia!”
When these words came out, the monks of the Little Thunder Sound Temple exploded with a bang.
“He’s the Crown Prince of Great Xia?”
“Why did the Great Xia Prince come up the mountain?”
“What does he want? Could it be to persuade him to surrender?”
“It would be great if we could surrender, there’s no way the Buddha Sect would make an enemy of Zhao!”
“Where’s Elder Huiyuan of the Sutra Pavilion? Didn’t he say he was going to purify the Da Xia Crown Prince?”
While the monks were discussing, a loud Buddhist cry suddenly rang out.
“Amitabha Buddha!”
Everyone simultaneously looked towards the voice of the person who spoke.
They saw an old monk with kind brows and white eyebrows come out from the crowd.
Upon seeing the old monk, someone immediately exclaimed, “Elder Huiyuan has come out, is he going to fulfill the Great Xia Crown Prince?”
Zhao Yi and Miaoyin Makoto heard the murmurs from the crowd and simultaneously looked towards the old monk.
They also wanted to see what this kind of strange person who recited Buddhism to become a fool looked like.
“Amitabha Buddha!”
Elder Huiyuan smiled as he came in front of the two, folded his hands, and bowed towards Zhao Yi.
“Poor monk Huiyuan, meet Your Highness the Crown Prince!”
Zhao Yi looked Elder Huiyuan up and down once and nodded slightly as a greeting.
Then he walked farther towards the backyard of the Great Thunder Sound Temple on his own.
Elder Huiyuan’s face instantly stiffened.
Elder Huiyuan didn’t expect Zhao Yi to be so faceless.
Elder Huiyuan was not only the Elder of the Small Thunder Sound Temple’s Scripture Collection Pavilion, but he was also a great cultivator of the Ninth Order Saint King Realm, and he was also a dignified figure in the Immortal Cultivation World.
A world-famous cultivation idiot like Zhao Yi had actually ignored him.
It was really too much of a bully!
Whew!
Elder Huiyuan’s figure flashed and once again stopped in front of Zhao Yi and the Myriad Sound True Lord.
“Amitabha Buddha.”
Elder Huiyuan had kind brows and looked like he had a lot of patience.
He said to Zhao Yi in a peaceful manner, “Your Highness the Crown Prince will wait a moment, the poor monk has something to say.”
When these words came out, the surrounding monks instantly quieted down.
They already knew Elder Huiyuan’s purpose.
All of them were waiting for him to perform a miracle!
If the Great Summer Crown Prince was realized, the strength of Little Thunderbolt Temple would surely skyrocket.
Not only will it completely stabilize its position as the origin of the Buddha Sect, it will even be able to suppress the Sword Sect and leap to the top of the Immortal Cultivation World.
The monks were lost in thought, and some of the shallow ones couldn’t help but raise their eyebrows.
The Buddha is a man of destiny!
Zhao Yi’s status and position was illustrious to the extreme, and he was the one who had the most destiny with Buddha!
Right at this moment, a crisp slap sounded.
Slap!
Elder Huiyuan was whipped like a gyroscope and flew up, spinning around in a circle and crashing into the large bell at the entrance of the Maharishi Treasure Hall.
“Clang.”
The funeral bell rang again!
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