435: Chapter 33 Mass Anger_2 435: Chapter 33 Mass Anger_2 There was even more life, and it made one feel warmer.
“Master and disciple…
always resemble one another.”
Yan Xin eyed Qi Lie, scrutinized him attentively, and said, “Actually, you and Zhao Tongtian are also very similar.”
“Is that so?”
Qi Lie subconsciously stood even straighter and smiled.
“Disciples from Golden Turtle Peak are all the same.”
“That makes sense.”
Yan Xin praised, “Zhao Tongtian, upright and stern like a sword, naturally his disciples would be like a sword too.”
The Old National Master stood up, clapped his hands together, and brushed off his clothes.
He stopped feeding the Carp Pond and came over to Qi Lie, extending his palm and affectionately placing it on the shoulder of this junior.
“Come.”
Yan Xin led Qi Lie to the top of the small tower.
The view here was excellent; standing on the roof, one could see the entirety of Great Chu Imperial City just with the naked eye.
Even, one could see beyond the city.
In the distance, there was a high tower, standing like a sword.
At this moment, as dusk fell and the world grew dim, the tip of the tower emitted a faint golden light.
“Do you see it?” Yan Xin asked gently.
“That is…
Great Pudu Temple.”
Qi Lie stared intensely at the high tower.
“Yes.”
Yan Xin slowly said, “Three hundred years ago, the high monk Tanluan from Li Kingdom brought a mission to the east suburbs of Great Chu to preach, and eventually, they built this high tower.
Soon after it was built, Tanluan passed away in meditation, and before his death, he self-immolated at Great Pudu Temple.
Because of his deeds during his lifetime, even though his physical body died, he left behind a golden Buddha Bone.
For three hundred years, this ‘Living Buddha’ has been enshrined in the Great Pudu Temple, as a testament to the peace between Chu and Li…”
Qi Lie faintly sensed something was amiss.
“So that’s the Buddha Bone that Miao Zhen wants to retrieve?”
“Yes.”
Yan Xin folded his hands behind his back.
“You must have heard the chatter in the streets recently.
After the degradation of the North Sea, a great era of fortune has arrived.
The eastward crossing of Fan Yin Temple this time is distinctly different from before.
Now, everyone wants to know if Li Kingdom’s retrieval of Tanluan’s Buddha Bone has a deeper meaning.”
“Actually, Great Chu doesn’t care about who wins or loses in the battles of these days.”
“Another age is coming, what’s there to be ashamed of if the young ones can’t defeat the reincarnators?”
Yan Xin chuckled, “The Book Tower has so far only maintained an observing attitude.
If they really wanted to trip up Fan Yin Temple, they could have made things difficult for them during that night at Moss Ridge.”
Qi Lie knew that on that night at Moss Ridge, the Imperial City Department had already confronted Fan Yin Temple’s mission.
If the Book Tower were willing to exert its strength…
Then the preaching at Great Pudu Temple would have been postponed.
But the Book Tower did not do so.
To be precise…
The Old National Master did not do so.
This old man seemed to want to see Fan Yin Temple preaching, fetching the Buddha Bone, and reaching the top of the tower.
“Tomorrow is the last day of preaching at Great Pudu Temple.”
Yan Xin said, “Most people are just there for the spectacle, but you are different; if you wish to become the next Law Enforcement, you must learn to see more, and further.”
“…”
Qi Lie pondered.
He mimicked the Old National Master’s posture, peering harder into the distance.
The sky grew dark, the great sun sank.
The high tower of Great Pudu Temple stood straight like the tip of a sword, as if to pierce the heavens.
…
…
In front of the high tower at Great Pudu Temple.
The wind swept up the yellow sand, and the sky darkened.
A little monk stood beside a tall monk, silently holding a large box engraved with complex, profound Sanskrit, seemingly a special kind of engraving array.
The Ming Sha Treasure Staff was inserted into the ground, and all thirty-one True Words lit up.
Trembling sounds echoed like thundering wind.
Behind them, the monks from Great Pudu Temple and the mission from Fan Yin Temple stood solemnly, all keeping their distance.
Around the high tower, within a twenty-zhang radius, it was peaceful, with only dust swirling in the air.
It was the hour of the Dog.
Everyone knew this tranquility would not last long.
After tonight, Great Pudu Temple would receive countless “visitors.”
Tomorrow is the last day of the open debates and preaching by the Fan Yin Temple mission; the “arrogant pronouncements” released by Miao Zhen had already incited the anger of Great Chu Imperial City.
“Uncle Master, isn’t this inappropriate?”
The little monk lifted his head, looking at the tall tower with clear eyes, “Monks should not lie, your Golden Body is formidable, but within the Great Chu dynasty, there should still be young cultivators who can break the Golden Body in three moves.”
“There’s nothing inappropriate.”
The tall monk replied calmly, “I do not care about winning or losing, victory is not important, what’s important is that enough people are willing to come.”
At this point,
he looked towards the Ming Sha Treasure Staff standing before him.
The light of the thirty-one True Words had become much brighter than before.
The other dim True Words also emitted a faint glow.
Below was the treasure staff, and above was the tall tower.
Golden light shimmered, and the sound of Buddha lingered.
“It’s all my fault.”
The little monk frowned, “If this casket could collect more willingness, Uncle Master wouldn’t need to act this way and be misunderstood by thousands.
After this commotion, many sects and noble families of Great Chu will likely think that Fan Yin Temple only has a reputation, claiming to be a place of purity, yet engaging in acts of aggression…”
Midway through speaking,
a thick palm landed on the little monk’s head.
“Tomorrow you just focus on debating well, just do what you need to do, don’t worry about anything else.”
The tall monk whispered, “Uncle Master’s reputation isn’t that important… bringing the Buddha Bone back to Li Kingdom is of the utmost importance, as for those rumors outside…”
He paused, then smiled lightly.
The little monk silently bowed his head.
He understood his Uncle Master’s meaning—
those outside rumors were just that, rumors.
There was no need to pay attention, nor was there a reason to.
…
…
Today was the last day of Great Pudu Temple’s sermon.
The sun was bright, and the atmosphere was lively.
Due to Miao Zhen’s “wild words” the day before, countless people had gathered in front of Great Pudu Temple.
The Eastern Suburb of the Imperial City was packed.
Not just bystanders.
There were members of the Imperial Family of Great Chu, and several nobles.
The Martial Sect, which had “friendlily” competed with Fan Yin Temple in the previous days, had mobilized nearly all its members.
Wu Yue, the senior brother of the Martial Sect who had been defeated once on the first day, brought a group of disciples, all arriving in front of Fan Yin Temple.
He had once crossed hands with Miao Zhen.
That battle, he had given his all, yet unfortunately, he was still defeated convincingly, with no need for a second challenge.
Yet, Buddha’s Son Miao Zhen, just yesterday, announced that on this last day, he would only defend and not attack, and would take on all comers with his Golden Body.
“Break the Golden Body in three moves!”
And he would count it as his loss!
These words made all the young cultivators of Great Chu restless…
Even the usually generous senior brother of the Martial Sect couldn’t bear such humiliation.
Today, Wu Yue wanted to challenge Miao Zhen once more.
He wanted to see if, as a fellow of Grotto Heaven, his three punches could break the Perfect Golden Body of this Reincarnated Buddha!
As expected, by sunrise, Great Pudu Temple was besieged.
But…
The majority of the people were kept outside the temple.
Even the nobility was no exception.
Today, in front of Great Pudu Temple’s gates, there loomed a circular golden formation array, appearing like an inverted bowl, with the array’s script filled with difficult-to-pronounce Sanskrit.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please forgive the Buddha’s Son for not being able to meet you in person.”
Inside the golden formation array, a figure slowly emerged, an old monk, with a gentle demeanor and carrying an apologetic look, who was the current abbot of Great Pudu Temple.
He bowed in each direction, saluting the crowd.
“The Buddha’s Son is not toying with everyone, but today’s competition…
is a bit special.”
The old monk, seeing the sea of people surrounding Great Pudu Temple, sighed softly.
He earnestly said, “The Buddha’s Son has already prepared his Golden Body early this morning, quietly waiting for the predestined to come challenge.
However, as there are numerous strong individuals in Great Chu and time is limited, it’s not possible to spar with everyone…
So, those who wish to challenge the Buddha’s Son, please find your own way into the temple, whether by any means, as long as you can break the formation and enter the temple, you may proceed.”]