Chapter 498 - 336: Land Immortal! (Part 2)
Li Ming was filled with shock upon seeing Lu Xuan ascend into the sky.
He just saw that within Lu Xuan’s pupils, countless golden tiger shadows were swirling...
That was not a look humans should have, it was like a deity overlooking ants.
Could it be that the Patriarch’s Martial Arts Realm is...
This is impossible!
Outside Dongyang County, the area of Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain for a hundred miles was shrouded in a murderous aura.
A hundred thousand Wei Hu Army were arrayed at the mountain’s base, their iron armor dense like a forest.
The heavy cavalry in the front row wielded spears that were twelve feet long, the spear tips forming a silver sea of cold light.
The battle flags in the army were flapping fiercely, and the ferocious tiger heads on the flags seemed to leap out.
In front of the mountain gate, the "Demon Subduing Vajra Formation" formed by three thousand Martial Monks was an impressive sight.
The front row of eighteen hundred staff-wielding monks created an impenetrable barrier.
The middle row of eleven hundred sword-wielding monks had their blades reflect a dazzling Buddha light.
The last hundred chanting monks, whose Sanskrit chanting in the air formed golden "卍" symbols, were actually composed of emitted Inner Qi.
In the ancient pavilion atop the mountain, Master Huanmie held a purple clay tea cup, and the tea within spiraled into a vortex by itself.
The old monk smiled as he faced the other side: "Xuyang, do you think this array of mine is impressive?"
Xuyuang gently tapped the stone table with his fingertip, and a Taiji pattern immediately appeared on the hard bluestone: "The minds of the three thousand monks are connected, the Buddha light has reached its perfect form."
Atop Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain, the sea of clouds churned.
An emerald chessboard hovered at the edge of the cliff, and black and white pieces battled on the board by themselves.
Master Huanmie held the tea cup, the tea inside moved autonomously, transforming into a winding water dragon.
"You praise me too much, Xuyang."
The old monk Huanmie lightly touched his fingertip, and the black piece on the chessboard suddenly became a flash and landed on the board.
"Compared to your esteemed sect’s Nine Revolutions True Yang Array, which can scorch mountains and boil seas, this humble Demon Suppression Array of mine..."
In the sky above Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain, Lu Jinyun’s voice resounded like divine thunder from the heavens, its vast Inner Strength shaking the four corners of the world.
"Monks of Baoxiang Temple, listen!"
This shout caused the Demon Suppression Formation of three thousand Martial Monks to momentarily stall.
Lu Jinyun stood in mid-air, the marshal’s golden command hanging at his waist bursting into blinding blood-red light, reflecting seven grand characters in the clouds.
Supreme Commander of All Armed Forces Under Heaven!
"Those three carts of celestial stones are imperial tributes!"
"Baoxiang Temple seized them by force, do you intend to rebel?"
As these words echoed, the mountain base erupted into turmoil.
Hundreds of young monks’ faces paled, their restraining knives trembling slightly in their hands.
A handsome little novice even had weak knees, the Buddha beads in his hands snapping with a "pop," the prayer beads rolling to the ground.
"Across the world, every inch is the king’s land!"
"At every edge of soil, all are the king’s subjects!"
Lu Jinyun’s voice boomed like a great bell, each word carrying sharp Sword Qi.
"Today, as the Patriarch, I declare to the world in the name of Mr. Lu!"
Lu Jinyun fiercely drew out his saber, and where the blade pointed, the golden "卍" symbols above the heads of the three thousand Martial Monks dimmed simultaneously.
"If the tributes are not returned within an hour, within three days, an army of a million will flatten Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain."
"Even your worldly kin will suffer the punishment of clans."
"Die without a proper burial place!"
In the ancient pavilion atop the mountain, the purple clay tea cup in Master Huanmie’s hand suddenly shattered.
The old monk’s eyes flashed sharply, yet saw that down in the array, over a hundred monks were already showing signs of perplexity—
These were mostly refugee children who became monks midway, how could they withstand such heart-chilling words?
"Quite the strategy, Lu Jinyun..."
"To understand such ruthless schemes..."
Because, no one can remain calm and composed after being declared a rebel of Daqian.
The sudden silence over Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain was only broken by Lu Jinyun’s voice booming like muffled thunder across the mountains.
The formation of three thousand Martial Monks visibly wavered, hundreds of monks’ faces turning pale instantly—
The word "rebellion" was as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold!
Young monks with shallow cultivation, their restraining knives were already trembling.
A novice in gray monk robes even had weak knees, "thud" kneeling to the ground.
The prayer beads in his hand suddenly broke, the sound of prayer beads rolling down the cliff exceptionally piercing in the dead silence.
"Senior Brother..." the novice tremulously looked at the staff-wielding Martial Monk beside him.
"I still have an old father, an old mother...they will be implicated too."
"Shut up!"
The leading Martial Monk roared in anger, yet saw his eyebrow-level staff trembling slightly.
He was horrified to find that the staff was covered with fine cracks—
This is a sign of a wavering mind!
After all, a monk who truly sees through the world and cuts off worldly ties.
Can be said to be few and far between!
If his actions today lead to the implication of nine families, it would be deeply regrettable.
"Such ruthless tactics..."
At this moment, Xuyang narrowed his eyes as he looked at the array at the foot of the mountain that was already dispersing.
"Using the court’s righteousness to oppress people, this is intended to disrupt your Buddhist sect’s mindset!"
A million troops, approaching the city.
Everyone was well aware that Lu Jinyun, as the Patriarch of the Lu Family.
Can say such words, this is no joke.
Because, behind Lu Jinyun stands Mr. Lu, the one who reigns over the world’s military power.
What Mr. Lu says sometimes is more effective than the Daqian Emperor.
If he accuses you of rebellion, then you are rebels, and there’s no way to argue!
"Amitabha Buddha!"
"Mr. Lu indeed has a way with words!"
A Buddha chant like a deep resonant bell echoed across the sky as Master Huanmie descended gracefully from the mountain peak.
With each step the old monk took, a phantom nine-tiered lotus platform of goryu appeared underfoot, resolving the oppressive force of Lu Jinyun’s military formation.
Lu Jinyun witnessed Master Huanmie, his pupils shrank, suppressing the agitation in his heart, he clasped his hands and said.
"Patriarch of the Lu Family, Lu Jinyun meets Master Huanmie!"
"If you could return those three carts of heaven and earth strange stones, I would be willing to guarantee as Patriarch..."
Before he could finish his sentence, a sharp voice suddenly came from behind the monks: "The imperial edict has arrived—"
An old eunuch in a scarlet palace robe emerged slowly, his hand holding a bright yellow scroll, too glaring to look at directly in the sunlight.
As the edict unfolded, the words "Mandated by Heaven" pierced deeply into the eyes of Lu Jinyun and his peers.
"By the Emperor’s decree, as of this day, it’s ordered that Master Huanmie of Baoxiang Temple and Xuyang of Qingyang Temple be appointed as Great National Masters, as if I were present myself!"
"The decree is thus—"
The last note was stretched out long, stirring echoes throughout the valley.
Three thousand Martial Monks instantly became exuberant, the golden light of the Demon Suppression Formation surged three feet higher.
Meanwhile, within the Guard Army of a hundred thousand, several generals were already showing hesitant expressions.
Lu Jinyun and his two companions’ faces became immediately ashen, their True Qi uncontrollably leaked out, forming a distorted aura field around them.
"The Emperor’s imperial edict?"
Lu Jinyun squeezed out these words through clenched teeth, his voice terrifyingly low.
He stared intently at the roll of yellow imperial edict, the killing intent in his eyes almost palpable.
That one from the palace clearly intends to publicly humiliate the Lu Family!
Lu Jinhua suddenly grasped the sword at his waist, whispering secretly via transmission: "Second brother, something’s off."
"The edict arrives neither early nor late, but chooses this exact moment..."
Lu Jinwu also spoke promptly: "Second brother, likely they’ve long planned this..."
Their eyes met, instantly reaching a consensus.
Lu Jinyun suddenly let out a long laugh, yet the laughter carried a bone-chilling coldness.
"Good!"
"Very good!"
He swept his hand fiercely, the hundred thousand Wei Hu Army moved upon command, retreating like a tide.
But anyone could see, this wasn’t a defeat, but a fierce tiger temporarily retracting its claws.
"Master Huanmie..." Lu Jinyun took a final look at the mountain peak before leaving.
"I hope you... don’t regret today’s choice."
At the moment of their turning, the space suddenly solidified.
Master Huanmie’s figure, like a specter, appeared before them.
Then, his gaunt palms clasped together in greeting, his monk robe fluttered with no wind.
"Amitabha Buddha..." Master Huanmie’s smile benevolent, yet dangerous golden gleams flickered in his eyes.
"The three Masters have ties with the Buddhist faith, how about residing in our temple for a few days?"
"Kill!"
Realizing something was amiss, Lu Jinyun and his two companions roared in unison, the momentum of Martial Arts Grandmasters surged skyward.
"Interesting."
Master Huanmie’s eyes shone with intense gold: "Mr. Lu surely raised a few good sons."