Chapter 754: Chapter 479: Only for Your Sake, I Hesitate to This Day
"The message went wrong! It must have gone wrong! It wasn’t Zhao Douan who truly killed the experts from Prince Jing Mansion, but the Empress!"
The monks became uneasy immediately. They, being the secret executors of the abbot’s task, were aware of Divine Dragon Temple’s involvement in the assassination of the Empress.
Moreover, they understood that if the Empress did not die, Divine Dragon Temple would inevitably suffer a backlash.
Only Little Monk Tian Hai looked disappointed; his target was Zhao Douan, not the Empress.
If Zhao Douan was still in the Divine Chapter Realm, what meaning would there be in fighting him?
"Quick! No matter what happens, we have no retreat. Even if we recover, now that the Eight Princes are raising an army and the court is in turmoil, she is at most a Half-step Celestial. With our manpower, we can still join forces to kill her!"
Long Shu Bodhisattva spoke deeply; as long as the Empress does not reach Heavenly Human, their group is sufficient to deal with her.
The only worry was that the Empress might flee without fighting, making it far more challenging to stop her.
The monks responded and quickened their pace.
However, after not going far, they suddenly saw, in the forest ahead, a carriage drawn by a unicorn-like horse moving through like a ghost.
The curtain of the carriage was lifted, revealing Zhong Pan, wearing a warlock robe, with the scarlet "Red Tide" broad sword across his knees, looking somewhat surprised at this group of monks.
Then, he showed a look of realization, and his expression turned icy and complex:
"I originally thought the Empress’s failure at Sealing was peculiar. Now I finally understand, it was the Buddhist sect that acted in secret. How audacious of Divine Dragon Temple, have you forgotten the vow to not meddle in royal struggles in past years?"
Zhong Pan!?
Long Shu old monk’s heavy Zen stick pierced the earth, coming to a halt. His expression changed again, with the Buddha beads hanging on his neck lighting up, equally astonished at the appearance of the Little Heavenly Master.
"Ha, what’s this? Your Heavenly Master Mansion talks nicely, yet you appear here. Do not say it’s just a coincidence. So, didn’t Heavenly Master Zhang also get involved in the mundane?"
Long Shu Bodhisattva sneered.
Zhong Pan shook his head:
"If it was only about the Empress, I wouldn’t intervene. But you intend to kill not just her, right? There’s also Zhao Douan involved. The Heavenly Master has ordered that Zhao Douan has been kind to our Heavenly Master Mansion branch, so you cannot harm him."
"Kindness? Haha," Long Shu Bodhisattva laughed angrily:
"When did a person like Heavenly Master Zhang also not care a bit about his reputation? If you want to intervene in royal struggles, just say so.
Concocting such a ridiculous lie.
A gigolo, wielding power in the court, has some skill, that’s one thing, but how could he have any kindness towards Heavenly Master Mansion?
Surely, it’s not because he showed some small kindness to this generation’s Zhu Dian or together earned a lot of silver coins with Heavenly Master Mansion, that’s considered kindness?"
Zhong Pan couldn’t be bothered to explain.
He didn’t know what the "kindness" the master mentioned referred to, he only knew that since the master said so, it wasn’t false.
Therefore, he simply stepped down from the carriage, calmly thrust the scarlet sword into the earth, holding the hilt with both hands, blocking in front of the group of monks.
At the same time, from the point where the sword was thrust into the earth, a scarlet line began to spread outwards.
"Anyone who crosses this red line is an enemy of me and an enemy of Heavenly Master Mansion."
Long Shu Bodhisattva’s aura was not inferior, as he stepped forward, the end of his Zen stick sending out ripples of Buddha Light, gathering wisp by wisp behind him, forming a Divine Dharma.
His eyes were fixed on Zhong Pan, and he said:
"I will hold him down, Precepts, Tian Hai, you go into the village to kill."
"Understood." The head monk of Precepts Hall and Little Monk Tian Hai responded, leading the monks around the area where the two confronted each other, continuing toward the center where the dark clouds gathered.
Zhong Pan frowned, about to draw his sword to stop them, but was locked in place by a heavy Zen stick.
Long Shu old monk smiled:
"That day at Hu Ting, we didn’t face off; today, we can finally determine who is superior. Don’t think about stopping them, your opponent is me."
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