Chapter 555
Chapter 555
Chapter 555
The lotus flower at Qinglong Temple is a representation of Li Zhuiyuan.
Just as the golden lotuses in the pond have almost completely disappeared, the next to bloom will be the most promising new contender for the Dragon King title.
Just as the saying goes, "When my flower blooms, all other flowers wither."
Inside the pavilion, the crowd looked at Kong Yi with such hatred that they wished they could drink his blood and eat his flesh.
At this moment, Kong Yi almost made his stance clear.
Qinglong Temple's choice of Kong Yi to preside over this matter was the most appropriate one.
Firstly, with the passing of eminent monks of the Kong generation at Qinglong Temple, there are very few left who can handle this situation; secondly, Kong Yi left the temple decades ago, which can minimize the karmic backlash from interfering in the river.
But who could have predicted that Master Kongyi would place his meditation cushion on the other side!
Kong Yi not only deceived Qinglong Temple, but also everyone present, as well as all the forces that placed bets with Qinglong Temple.
Gathering the strengths of various schools, this son is bestowed with authority; traversing half the martial world, he is helped to ride the winds of change and rise to power.
The result of defeat can be accepted, and the price paid can be endured, but the traitor cannot be tolerated.
Facing the intense gazes from all around, Master Kongyi clasped his hands together and calmly said:
"You have misunderstood me. I did nothing. Victory or defeat is not something I can control alone."
I was also a loser in the competition on the river back then, so what gives me the confidence to appoint the future Dragon King of the river?
This humble monk lacks both the ability and the courage. My natural talent is dull, and my understanding of Buddhist teachings is shallow; I am far inferior to all of you!
The gazes inside the pavilion either turned away or looked away.
It's not about letting go, accepting fate, or resigning oneself to fate; it's about dealing with each issue separately.
As for the one on the river, there seems to be no way to deal with him for the time being, but this Master Kongyi will have to pay the price!
Even if the forces behind them don't intervene, Qinglong Temple alone would not be able to spare this true traitorous monk!
Jiang Xiuzhi turned and walked to the stone table, picked up the cooled tea, drank it all in one gulp, and smiled at Liu Yumei:
"Sister Liu, I'm really having a great time today. It feels like I've rediscovered that feeling of standing next to you, acting all high and mighty."
Ever since her husband went crazy, Jiang Xiuzhi had been living in constant anxiety. Watching the grandfather and granddaughter clash and experience the changes in the Chen family in Qiongya, she was finally able to vent her pent-up frustrations.
Each generation has its own set of relationships. If the Li family member truly becomes the Dragon King, the Chen family of Qiongya can be protected by his relationship with his granddaughter and safely weather the turbulent period of succession.
To be honest, my silly granddaughter has impeccable taste in men, it's just a pity that she chose someone a little too young and too late.
But looking at Sister Liu sitting in front of her, Jiang Xiuzhi felt relieved. Her grandparents hadn't been able to outdo her back then either, so what right did they have to criticize their granddaughter?
Liu Yumei smiled at Jiang Xiuzhi, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.
She felt that her son shouldn't have come; a wise person doesn't stand under a dangerous wall.
But then he realized his worries were unnecessary, since his own family had already demolished more than one or two walls.
Since Xiao Yuan has come, he must have his own plans and confidence. As for me, this stupid old woman, I can just lie aside and listen to his orders.
Sigh, once you really get caught up in this laziness, you can't get out.
When you no longer want to use your brain or worry about your heart, once you're truly resolute, even decades later, you can seamlessly transition back to your previous state.
Liu Yumei couldn't help but laugh at herself: she was truly born a lazybones.
Fortunately, she used the excuse of "not competing with her husband" to avoid leaving the river with a lantern, thus saving face. If she had actually left, she probably would have ended up like when she tried to cook at home, ruining the wonton filling.
The guests by the stream and in the pavilion all rose to prepare to greet the soon-to-arrive head of the Li family.
Unlike their meeting at Wangjiang Tower, everyone's attitude towards Liu Yumei before was now completely different in front of that person, since that person was the real deal.
Even if there is still uncertainty about the outcome, we can only keep it to ourselves and not show it on our faces. No matter what the future holds or whether they will try to trip us up again, at least for now, we must take timely and visible steps to cut our losses.
For a moment, everyone's expressions and postures varied as they sized each other up. The early demise of two consecutive Dragon Kings had made the martial arts world unfamiliar with the etiquette for facing the Dragon King.
With Jiang Xiuzhi's help, Liu Yumei stood up.
At home, she is the grandmother; outside, she is the elder. It's impossible for her to continue sitting here waiting for the head of the family to come and pay his respects.
Tao Yunhe adjusted his cuffs while slightly turning to the side, partially obscuring Liu Yumei's view.
When Liu Yumei first arrived, Tao Yunhe made it clear that he would protect her there.
He also knew that the current situation, seemingly prosperous, was actually a case of overheated fire. The families in the pavilion were large and powerful, so there was no need to worry. On the contrary, the family heads, sect leaders, and elders by the stream might be the kind of crazy people who would destroy their own family heritage for other interests.
However, because his grandson had gone to that side, and was probably with that person at Qinglong Temple, everything he did here as the grandfather seemed to reek of self-interest.
Oh well, let's just speculate then.
It's better than standing on the other side and having to eat farts with a forced smile.
The shouts outside the mountain gate have been heard for a long time.
Everyone had been getting up and preparing to greet them for quite some time.
But no one came in for a long time.
Qinglong Temple is situated in a valley, covering a vast area. However, the Bixi River where everyone is now located is a natural scenic spot, situated in the southeast corner of Qinglong Temple, very close to the main gate.
After so much time, even if that person and everyone around them were seriously injured, they should have been moved here by now. Besides, if all else fails, those young monks can help carry them.
So, why haven't you come in yet?
Elder Xin: "Then we will wait and go out of the temple to greet you."
If that person doesn't come in, then I'll have to go out from my side.
No one present raised any objections.
The current head of the Qin Liu family doesn't have this kind of face, but the future Dragon King will.
Since I'm already prepared to accept whatever comes my way, I don't care if I wipe my face on the ground a little more.
However, no one went first. According to the rules, someone had to be sent to inform them first. It was impossible for them to just go directly there in a large group.
At this point, it's time for the nominal owner of this place to take charge and make arrangements.
Master Kongyi beckoned over a young novice monk and whispered something to him.
The young novice nodded and relayed the message through the ranks.
Even though the guests present were generally elderly, they were by no means hard of hearing and could clearly hear that Kongyi's instructions were for all the monks of the temple to come out and greet him.
The young monks all left Bixi and lined up to walk toward the temple gate, preparing to stand in formation outside.
But after a while, no young novice monk came in to report that preparations were complete, nor did the head of the Li family take the opportunity to pass on a message.
Kong Yi still stood on the Bixi River, his bare feet washing in the stream.
The elders of the clan asked, "Shall we depart now?"
He was eager to see his young master and obtain the rules from him.
He remained silent.
Liu Yumei grabbed Jiang Xiuzhi's hand and suddenly exerted force.
Inside the pavilion, the expressions of the people changed one by one.
This subtle atmosphere gradually reached the guests by the stream.
No old fox would be so naive as to complain that the person was deliberately putting on airs.
If that person is truly like that, most of the people present would actually be very happy. They are not afraid of you being unpretentious; they are just afraid that you want nothing and only have revenge in your eyes.
But what if it wasn't that Canadian?
Even the smartest people have cognitive limitations, and the older they are, the more they tend to dwell on their past experiences.
Kong Yi had already slapped one of the guests in the face once.
At this moment, everyone couldn't help but wonder if the monk would slap them again.
A signal was casually sent from inside the pavilion.
By the stream, Wu Xuefeng, the head of the Wu family, left the tea table first and spoke:
"I can't wait to see that person's charm. Please wait a moment, I'll go first."
Wu Xuefeng was not qualified to enter Wangjiang Tower for discussions, and there were no seats on the first floor. He was right to say that he had never seen it before.
However, his family's golden lotus had also vanished in the Bixi River.
"Buzz!"
Kong raised his hand and unleashed a powerful handprint.
Everyone present was shocked.
Wu Xuefeng had been observing Kong Yi's reaction. After sensing the terrifying aura behind him, he immediately turned around. The Wu family's whip technique had a small reputation in the martial arts world, but when they entered the temple, the guests left their weapons at the mountain gate.
At this moment, although he did not have the Wu family's Nine-Bend Yellow River Whip in his hand, Wu Xuefeng still flipped his palm and drew out a whip-shaped wisp from the babbling stream. With a flick of his wrist, he struck at the golden handprint.
Layer by layer, peeling away one piece at a time, the Wu family whip technique wins because it combines offense and defense.
The guests present were all seasoned veterans of the martial arts world, and it was clear that Wu Xuefeng had mastered his family's martial arts to a high level.
If nothing unexpected happens, this giant handprint can be neutralized with just a few moves.
But at that moment, the large handprint that had been released suddenly shone with golden light, and the palm lines moved clearly, as if Buddhist principles were flowing. This technique, which was not new to Buddhism, was now being interpreted in an unbelievable new way.
Wu Xuefeng's expression suddenly changed; feeling immense pressure, he immediately shouted:
"Master, what do you mean by this? I am a guest invited by Qinglong Temple!"
Kong Yi: "When in Rome, do as the host does."
Faced with overwhelming absolute power, even the most exquisite techniques will appear flashy and superficial.
"boom!"
Under the imposing handprint, the water whip evaporated and dissolved, and even though Wu Xuefeng kept drawing water from the stream, it was too late.
Wu Xuefeng cried out anxiously, "Fellow practitioners, please help me!"
No one intervened.
The moment this massive handprint was unleashed, the guests by the stream were stunned. Unless Kong Yi continued to attack others, provoking a sense of shared fate, no one was willing to be the second one to take the lead.
The people inside the pavilion were capable of taking action and had the right to raise their voices, but what they were more concerned about was that they were currently in Qinglong Temple.
Before the monks of Qinglong Temple left, they must have handed over this place to Kong Yi. In other words, Kong Yi now holds all the array formations and restrictions of Qinglong Temple, and he is Qinglong Temple.
It would be unwise to break ties with Kong Yi here, which is why everyone suppressed their anger earlier and decided to settle the score later.
Wu Xuefeng roared and slapped his chest with his right palm. After his chest caved in, he pulled out a blood-red whip from his heart. This was the last secret technique he had used. Given his age, even if he survived by chance after using this technique, he would be paralyzed for the rest of his life.
However, this was a life-or-death gamble for Wu Xuefeng, but for Kong Yi, it seemed like following a fixed procedure.
As Kong Yi spread his five fingers, the enormous handprint evolved in sync, like a cage opening and pressing downwards.
"what!!!"
Wu Xuefeng's blood whip exploded before he could even swing it once, and his exposed skin was covered in cracks.
Fortunately, monks are kind-hearted and cannot bear to see suffering.
Clench your fist.
"boom!"
Wu Xuefeng's body exploded, turning into a blood mist, which was then completely absorbed by the Buddha's hand seal, without a single drop spilling out.
Kong bent down and put his hands in the stream to wash them.
Below the green stream, a stream of blood flowed, crimson mixed with green.
The other guests had neither the time nor the inclination to mourn Wu Xuefeng; everyone's attention was focused on the spot where Wu Xuefeng had been standing.
The grass there was lush and green, and not a drop of tea was spilled from the cups on the coffee table.
This shows that Kong Yi had more than one trick up his sleeve. He not only controlled his own large handprint so as not to damage the scenery, but also absorbed the whip-like force of Wu Xuefeng's attack.
Killing Wu Xuefeng was not surprising to the people in the pavilion, at least. He was able to attend the ceremony because his disciples were needed to risk their lives for him.
His skill in killing was so consummate that everyone present had to re-evaluate Kong Yi's true strength after ruling out the Qinglong Temple as an option.
Previously, no one would really look down on Kong Yi, after all, he was the one who lit up the torch of that generation.
However, after Kong Yi left the river, he quickly surrendered twice and then went into seclusion until now. There is no record of him in the martial arts world, as if he had never existed.
That's the helplessness in the ways of the world.
Looking back at the results, Kong Yi was defeated by Lord Qin, the Dragon King of the Qin family in that generation. The Dragon King was the strongest of his time, and it would be difficult to rank the others in a reasonable order.
Because some people are just unlucky. They may have extraordinary and terrifying talents, but when they first start their journey down the river, before they even reach their prime, they encounter the future Dragon King. They either die on the river or admit defeat and go down the river.
It now appears that Kong Yi was the unlucky one.
With the great perseverance of a Buddhist monk, he could have made a name for himself on the river, but in the end, the only impression he left was the reputation of being able to cook vegetarian noodles with his wife.
However, the abbot of Qinglong Temple and the other members of the Kong generation should know something about it, since they were from the same era as Kong Yi and had even lost to him.
Therefore, the higher-ups of Qinglong Temple dared to leave Kongyi behind to take charge, while all the other eminent monks in the temple left to avoid disaster.
Tao Yunhe frowned slightly. At first, he thought Kong Yi was on the opposite side, then he thought Kong Yi was on this side, and now he was a little confused about where Kong Yi was.
Jiang Xiuzhi turned her head slightly to look at Liu Yumei and found that there was no surprise in Liu's eyes.
Indeed, the only one who truly knew Kong Yi's abilities was Lord Qin from back then, and Lord Qin would definitely tell Sister Liu.
Liu Yumei glanced at the bowl of soggy noodles again. To be honest, the noodles looked quite similar to the bowl that Old Dog had brought home for her years ago.
Old Dog said that the little monk was very stubborn. He was dissatisfied with the noodles he cooked and asked him to change them, but the monk was not happy and insisted on beating him up before cooking another bowl of noodles, beating him up again before cooking another bowl.
Only after beating him until he was completely convinced did he feel at ease and calmly cook truly delicious noodles.
Therefore, Kong Yi didn't just lose to his old dog once, but many, many times. How could he be a simple little monk, able to fight so many times with his old dog in such a short time when the old dog's wave ended and he was in a hurry to go home?
Kong Yi: "Since Benefactor Wu is in such a hurry to leave, then this humble monk will see him off."
Zhou Huai-ren: "Kong Yi, should we still go to greet that person now?"
What just happened was just a minor incident. At least those present were more interested in knowing Kong Yi's true intentions than in seeking justice for Wu Xuefeng.
Kong Yi turned around, looked at Liu Yumei, and smiled:
“Benefactor Li and Young Master Qin are truly different.”
Having learned from her previous experience, Liu Yumei immediately understood what Kong Yi was planning to say, and her face turned cold as she said:
"Little monk, how dare you talk nonsense to him! I'll draw my sword and kill you right now!"
Only Liu Yumei could call him "old dog." At home, she could joke around with the Qin family members, but not with anyone else.
If I hadn't stopped him, the monk's next words would have been: "Benefactor Li is much smarter than that old dog was back then!"
Kong Yi explained, "Miss Liu, this humble monk simply finds it strange."
The current head of the Qin family possesses an exceptionally sharp mind. Kong Yi spent almost his entire life in seclusion, comprehending cause and effect, which enabled him to confidently make changes after being summoned out of seclusion and seeing the plan.
To outsiders, this appears to eliminate all external influences that the other party could exploit; only those who truly understand the plan know that this move has eliminated the most unpredictable risk.
However, that's all there is to it. Kong Yi's statement that he didn't influence the outcome was indeed true, because in his opinion, if that young man truly possessed the former charm of Young Master Qin, he would definitely be able to pass this test.
However, when the golden lotus tower was formed, Kong Yi was also greatly surprised, as the level of the entrant was even higher than that of the strategist.
When the voice announcing "Visitor!" came from outside the mountain gate, Kong Yi waited, wondering if the young man would actually enter the temple.
He didn't go in, nor did he intend to. He came here and called out to the door in order to bring the river water into Qinglong Temple.
"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz..."
Inside Qinglong Temple, the sounds of arrays activating and restrictions being revived could be heard.
Rays of Buddha light rose up and gathered in the air, forming a majestic Buddha statue, sitting cross-legged.
Not long ago, Qinglong Temple announced to the entire martial arts world that it was closing down. In a legal sense, this meant that Qinglong Temple members would no longer be allowed to appear in the martial arts world.
This is now a de facto closure of the temple.
This move touched a nerve with the guests present, who were most worried that Kong Yi would do such a thing, and now Kong Yi had done it.
The guests by the stream prepared themselves, their eyes wary; inside the pavilion, powerful and vigorous energy surged forth, bringing a collective and terrifying pressure.
"Kong Yi, what are you trying to do?"
That person is on the river, so dealing with him is naturally a matter of caution. But in the world of martial arts, there are no scruples. These people all have powerful backers. If Qinglong Temple dares to make a move here, then don't blame them for joining forces with other martial arts factions to retaliate and destroy Qinglong in the future!
"Hehehehe..."
Kong Yi laughed and pointed to the pagoda standing in the temple, which was so obscured by layers of trees that it could only be vaguely seen.
"This humble monk entered seclusion not because his Buddhist aspirations were unfulfilled or he was disheartened, but because while eating noodles and chatting with Young Master Qin, he overheard him talking about the state of the world."
In this world, between Buddhism and Taoism, between being a human and being a Buddha, this humble monk can no longer distinguish between them. So I just want to calm down and contemplate this matter carefully.
Time flies in the mountains; who would have thought that Qinglong Temple would become so absurd, and that this martial world would fall to such a state?
The Demon-Suppressing Tower has three floors that are now empty.
today,
This humble monk is here.
"All fellow wanderers of the martial world and the demonic path, please fill the Demon-Suppressing Tower!"
……
Inside the barrier of Qinglong Temple, in a secluded thatched hut, Zhao Yi was bathing in spring water, soaking and restoring his loose dragon skin.
This spring water is precious; brewing tea with it can aid in Buddhist enlightenment. Even qualified monks in the temple would be delighted to receive a bowl of it daily. Yet Zhao Yi here can recklessly squander it, using it for skincare.
The guy surnamed Li even asked himself if he should switch sides. Hey, if he had water in his brain, he would have to switch sides to give up such a heavenly life!
You, surnamed Li, guard the ancestral home and its heritage, which cannot be touched. But because of you, surnamed Li, I have gained opportunities on the river, and so many powerful forces are serving me.
The Liang sisters also took a bath with Zhao Yi, and the two sisters were carefully stitching up his abdominal muscles.
Since it was a Buddhist sanctuary, Zhao Yi didn't dare to go too far. He was only treating his injuries, not indulging in lewd behavior during the day, so the Liang sisters were still dressed.
Yes, some clothes do look better after being soaked in water.
Liang Li: "Eight yuan?"
Liang Yan: "Too many."
Liang Li: "Sister, why don't you give it a try?"
Liang Yan: "Let's go with six pieces. They look more even and feel more comfortable to the touch."
Outside the thatched hut, a young novice monk approached and chanted a Buddhist prayer to Chen Jing, who was guarding outside.
A demonic aura flickered in Chen Jing's eyes. After pondering for a moment, he nodded.
The young novice monk turned and left.
The greater the power, the higher the possibility of being infiltrated. This is something no one can avoid. Sometimes, you don't even need to plan ahead; a last-minute bet can lure people to risk their lives.
Chen Jing closed his eyes, relied on his hearing, and entered the place where Yi Ge was taking a bath, avoiding looking at anything inappropriate.
Seeing this, Zhao Yi smiled. This child was extremely fierce when he transformed into the white wolf, but when he was normal, he was so well-behaved and sensible that it was heartbreaking.
Zhao Yi believed the words he had said on the riverbank earlier, that even if he died, the other man would not live on.
Unlike the emotionless Li, Zhao Yi had witnessed the coldness of human relationships since childhood and therefore did not believe in such things.
He initially climbed over the wall to seduce the Liang sisters with the intention of finding Jiang the cannon fodder. However, outside the Zhao family's ancestral home, the two sisters did not hesitate to insert silver needles into themselves to become puppets for his sake. Only when he discovers that someone would risk their life to treat him well, like Old Tian, will he cherish it.
Now, his team is almost entirely composed of "family."
The only exception was the one who was always lucky; he was neither willing to risk his life for himself nor did he die unexpectedly.
Chen Jing walked over and told Yi Ge the news that had just come from the temple.
Zhao Yi splashed some water on his face and said:
"Alright, it seems everything's fine now. We can continue living these good days. Ah Jing, here's a cigarette."
With his eyes closed, Chen Jing picked up the pipe and put the end into Yi Ge's mouth.
Zhao Yi: "A Jing..."
Just then, Tan Wenbin's shouts came from the mountain gate:
"Li Zhuiyuan, the head of the Qin Liu family, led his fellow martial artists to Qinglong Temple to attend the ceremony!"
"Brother Yuan!"
In a moment of excitement, A-Jing shoved the end of his pipe into Zhao Yi's mouth.
Zhao Yi: "..."
With a "bang," A-Jing, who was in a hurry to run out to see Brother Yuan, knocked over several shelves in a row. Finally, he tumbled and crawled out, opened his eyes, and jumped up and looked in the direction from which the sound came.
Zhao Yi took out the pipe. Fortunately, apart from the special tobacco, the pipe was just an ordinary item.
"Wow, it seems that the guy surnamed Li has trained those guys quite well; they're pretty fast at moving goods."
Liang Li: "Those other teams?"
Zhao Yi turned his head and kissed his sister Liang Yan on the cheek.
Liang Li also wanted to be kissed, so she rubbed her face against him, but Zhao Yi avoided it.
"Go, Ali, get me my family's ancestral notes."
Liang Li had no choice but to get up from the pool and go get her book.
Liang Yan: "From now on, that person should no longer be poor."
Zhao Yi: "He's not poor anymore. He even moved my family's treasury, and the cave dwellings of Chen Yatou and the others were also moved over for a meal."
Compared to the things in his two ancestral homes, they were indeed poor, but in a normal comparison, he was already rolling in money.
But his spending was extravagant. Every promotion of Run Sheng and the other high-ranking officials was the result of him meticulously planning and pouring all the resources at his disposal into it.
Liang Li walked back with the book and said, "Then haven't we always had more resources than that person?"
Zhao Yi looked at Liang Yan: "Yan, just do as you said, six-pack abs, I don't want eight."
Liang Li looked aggrieved, while Liang Yan laughed.
Sometimes, Zhao Yi felt a chill run down his spine just thinking about it. If the Li family could freely access the ancestral home's treasures, how terrifying would that be? But what he feared even more and dared not think about was whether he would still have the courage to stay on the river if the Li family could walk across the river normally after reaching adulthood.
Liang Li handed the book to Zhao Yi, who took it and saw that it was Zhao Wuyang's notes.
Zhao Yi: "I took the wrong one. It's another ancestor's notebook."
Liang Li turned around and went to get it again.
Zhao Yi reached out and stroked the cover of Zhao Wuyang's notebook: Ancestor, oh ancestor, I now often wonder if I have surpassed you in terms of mental fortitude.
Liang Li brought over the "Code of Conduct for Walking Along the River".
Zhao Yi took the book, but instead of turning the pages to read the contents, he tapped it against his forehead and muttered:
"This wave isn't over yet. This guy surnamed Li is trying to lure this artificially created wave to Qinglong Temple."
Liang Yan: "Is there more to the story at Qinglong Temple?"
Zhao Yi: "Mm."
Liang Li: "What follow-up? Boss, didn't you say that the rules for the ceremony were set, and that the elders had no room for ambiguity in interfering in this wave?"
Zhao Yi: "I don't know."
Liang Li: "Boss, I said the wrong thing again."
Zhao Yi: "No, the guy surnamed Li probably doesn't know either."
Liang Li: "Then why did he bring the waves over here?"
Zhao Yi: "I told you to read more books, and I even hand-copied a book for each of you. You just use it as a pillow, huh?"
Liang Li: "We... we don't understand..."
Zhao Yi sighed, but quickly recovered. Were Li's subordinates just memorizing by rote?
To be honest, the quality of my subordinates is no worse than that of the guy surnamed Li; the difference between the two teams lies in their leaders.
Setting aside distractions, Zhao Yi explained:
"Sometimes, besides doing our best, we can also lend a hand and go with the flow."
Since we know there must be dates on this tree, let's just use a pole to knock them down; something will eventually fall.
Okay, that's enough for now.
Zhao Yi got up, walked out of the pool, put on his clothes, and gave the order:
"Hurry up and pack your valuables. Move everything you can out of this Qinglong Temple barrier. As the saying goes, when someone with the surname Li comes to your door, your family will be ruined and your entire clan wiped out."
We can't let all this hard-earned wealth be affected by collateral damage.
Liang Yan: "If you move your things away, what about us?"
Zhao Yi: "After serving him the first batch of food, I have to serve him the second batch? Am I being a bastard?!"
This time, even Liang Yan didn't dare to give an answer, because the answer in her mind sounded like an insult.
Stepping out of the thatched hut and onto the outside, Chen Jing was still jumping around.
Zhao Yi closed his eyes, stretched, and yawned in the warm sunshine.
Then, the sunlight grew warmer and warmer, until it started to scald!
Zhao Yi opened his eyes and saw a magnificent Buddha statue standing tall above Qinglong Temple.
Chen Jing was stunned, and pointed at the colossal image, asking:
"Brother Yi, what's that?"
"I fucking knew it! There's a traitor in Qinglong Temple!"
……
After Tan Wenbin shouted that, the entire team made no further moves.
Li Zhuiyuan stood motionless before the huge stone tablet at the entrance of Qinglong Temple, admiring the three characters "Qinglong Temple" on it.
Despite the large number of people in the group, no one questioned this unusual behavior.
Power can manifest itself in various forms, such as coercion and bribery, but its foundation is trust and conviction.
For example, when you give an incomprehensible instruction, no explanation is needed, and your subordinates will follow it.
Everyone was injured, and since they had nothing else to do, they started to take care of themselves.
Chen Xiyuan sat there, letting Mu Qiuying use the strings of a zither to help her re-tie her hair.
Although she was filthy and covered in blood, she had mostly smeared it herself. Upon closer inspection, she should be one of the least injured people present, provided that being hungry doesn't count as an injury.
Chen Xiyuan looked down at the flute in her hand and said, "My grandma is inside. I really want to see her."
Mu Qiuying: "Missing her?"
Chen Xiyuan: "The reason my grandma came is because she thought the old lady would come. So my grandma would definitely prepare a lot of delicious food at home in advance and bring it over. The old lady definitely won't eat it all. If I go in early and see her, I can eat more."
Tao Zhuming leaned on Ling Wuxing's arm and said, "I also really want to go in and see my grandfather."
Ling Wuxing: "Listen to his praise?"
Tao Zhuming: "I'll try to bluff him and see if I can get him to reveal some secrets from back then. I feel like he's been hiding something from me all along."
Ling Wuxing: "Be careful, after you trick him out, your grandfather will kill you to cover it up."
Tao Zhuming: "I'm his own grandson!"
The Five Elements Command: "Donate your grandson."
Tao Zhuming: "Brother, aren't you afraid of your grandfather?"
Ling Wuxing: "After this wave, I'm not afraid anymore. He will outwardly hate me and say that I am a traitor to the family, but on the other hand, he will not stop me and may even encourage those family members who are willing to follow me to establish a new Ling family to come over."
Tao Zhuming: "So, it's pretty boring."
Ling Wuxing: "Congratulations, Brother Tao, on understanding the Dragon King's state of mind."
Tao Zhuming turned to look at the boy standing in front of the mountain gate stone tablet and sighed:
"I have the will but not the ability. Don't laugh at me, but I'm already thinking about the story and how to describe the scene I saw in Wangjiang Tower to my future grandchildren."
Ling Wuxing: "You can bring your son or grandson to the Wangjiang Tower for a meeting and see him directly."
Tao Zhuming: "I think my grandfather might not have passed away in such a hurry."
Ling Wuxing fell silent. His grandfather was not only deeply involved with Qin Liu, but also possibly with this person.
Tao Zhuming: "Brother, do you think that person looking at the three characters 'Qinglong Temple' on that stone tablet is plotting how to destroy Qinglong next?"
Ling Wuxing: "How could you or I possibly fathom the Dragon King's magnanimity and thoughts..."
"Crack! Crack! Crack! Rumble!"
The stone tablet at the mountain gate in front of Li Zhuiyuan cracked.
The complex and profound restrictions on the stone tablet were successfully broken by the young man. Among the collapsed stone tablets, a group of weapons and magical artifacts that had been sealed here before the guests entered the temple, according to etiquette.
Li Zhuiyuan nodded in satisfaction and gave the instructions:
"Move away."
(End of this chapter)