This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 551: The First Battle after Promotion to Second Rank

Seeing this scene, how could Lu Yuanzhi not know that this guy had broken his promise and torn up the alliance!
"But when did he find the Buddhists?"

There was a hint of coldness on Lu Yuanzhi's face as he looked towards Yaoshan from afar.

At this time, at the foot of Yaoshan Mountain, flames were shooting into the sky.

The shadows of countless torches flickered.

"act recklessly."

Lu Yuanzhi snorted coldly. In his mind, whether they were born suddenly or came from the Buddhist sect, they were all dead.

"Let the world see how terrifying a warrior's anger is after he is promoted to the second rank."

However, just as Lu Yuanzhi was about to rush down at the fastest speed.

An imperceptible sound was heard.

Lu Yuanzhi's hair stood on end immediately.

Subconsciously, the martial arts energy in his body began to circulate violently.

"Chirp!"

His body instantly appeared a hundred miles away.

"Boom!!!"

In the place where he just flew.

A huge golden net bag suddenly appeared.

"Who?"

Lu Yuanzhi frowned and looked over there coldly.

"Amitabha, this donor has a predestined relationship with me in the Western Paradise. I have come to convert this donor to follow me to the Western Paradise."

Then, the net bag flashed with light, and the next moment, it turned into a fat-headed monk with his chest exposed and his breasts exposed, with a smile on his face.

Ok?
Lu Yuanzhi felt his scalp tingling when he looked at the monk in front of him.

“Buddha?!!!”

Even though he has been promoted to the second rank.

The moment he saw the monk, he felt a little heavy in his heart.

According to legend, the founders of Western Buddhism were three ancient Buddhas.

The image of one of them is exactly the same as the one in front of him.

“Haha, since you know me, I will go there for a visit.”

The Buddha had an extremely joyful smile on his face. After looking at Lu Yuan, he continued:
"With the donor's ability, he can be named Great Victory Bodhisattva."

"Humph."

Lu Yuanzhi's expression gradually calmed down, and he began to have some doubts about the Buddha in front of him, whose aura was not very strong.

If he is really the ancient Buddha, let alone the fact that he is a second-rank warrior, even a first-rank warrior would probably have to retreat away.

But judging from the current situation, the Buddha before him does not seem to have the great power of heaven and earth as described in the legend.

"Step aside."

Lu Yuanzhi's answer was simple.

"Haha, the donor is unteachable, so I have no choice but to resort to some tricks."

The fat monk kept a festive smile on his face and slowly took out a bag from his waist.

Then he took out a wooden fish from the bag.

Seeing this, Lu Yuanzhi took full precautions, and a narrow red knife appeared in his hand.

"Oh? It seems that the donor has some connection with an old friend of mine."

When the fat monk saw the narrow knife in Lu Yuanzhi's hand, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The wooden fish in his hand began to make sounds:
"But the donor's ability is probably not even a fraction of that old friend's."

"Dangdangdang~"

The sound of the wooden fish slowly rang out.

When Lu Yuanzhi heard this, he couldn't help feeling a little depressed.

He could naturally understand that the "old friend" the old monk was referring to should be the imperial teacher.

He was somewhat complacent about his promotion to the second rank, but he never expected that in the eyes of this fat monk, he was not even one-tenth as good as the national master?

That's definitely an exaggeration.

But Lu Yuanzhi knew that the National Master had the luck of a country, and now that he was expanding the territory for him, his strength would naturally be enhanced.

As Lu Yuanzhi was thinking about it, he suddenly felt dizzy.

"What is that treasure?!!"

Lu Yuanzhi was horrified, and didn't care about anything else. He forced himself to be alert and looked at the monk next to him:
"Draw your sword and kill!!"

The next moment, a ray of light flashed between heaven and earth.

Lu Yuanzhi seemed to move.

And it seemed not to move.

Anyway, his knife is still in the scabbard.

As his knife flashed.

The sky is like the reflection of snow.

"Thorn."

A second-rank warrior, with every move, causes strange phenomena in heaven and earth.

The fat monk in front of him seemed to be split into two halves.

The sound of striking the wooden fish in his hand also stopped abruptly.

The knife shines like silver and is extremely eye-catching.

Lu Yuanzhi looked at this strange scene and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"It's never that simple."

……

Sure enough, the next moment, the body that was split into two halves merged into one.

Looking at Lu Yuanzhi, the fat monk's eyes narrowed into slits with laughter:
"The donor's ability is not worthy of the Great Victory Bodhisattva. I would like to confer the donor the title of Great Victory Buddha!"

There was even a hint of greed in the voice.

Hearing this, Lu Yuanzhi felt a chill in his heart.

He felt that this fat monk must have some special hobby.

"roll!"

Simple and crude.

Warriors have always been like this.

"Amitabha, the precept of anger should not be violated."

The fat monk still smiled and looked directly at Lu Yuanzhi and said:

"The Buddhist teachings of the West are full of mysteries and mysteries. Please follow me, benefactor..."

As he spoke, the old monk took out a cassock from his bag and threw it gently to Lu Yuanzhi:
"go with!"

The next moment, the cassock swelled in the wind, and soon it seemed to be as big as the sky and the earth.

"Bag!"

Came the monk's voice.

The cassock instantly surrounded Lu Yuanzhi.

Lu Yuanzhi was about to draw his sword to break it, but he found that the cassock was just a big bag, wrapping the two of them inside the cassock.

"hehe."

The smile on the fat monk's face became even more intense.

"Donor, this cassock cuts off human desires and isolates the seven emotions. Wrapping us two up, any law between heaven and earth will become invalid."

really.

As his words fell.

Lu Yuanzhi suddenly felt that the aura of martial arts became obscure and it was no longer possible to be perfect as he wished.

He seemed to realize something.

A second-grade warrior has an endless supply of martial arts energy, and even if it is consumed instantly, it will be replenished instantly.

But between heaven and earth, all the laws of nature will be severed.

The consumed breath is difficult to replenish...

"Nice robe."

Lu Yuanzhi's eyes flashed with brilliance. He looked coldly at the fat monk with a sneer on his face:
"Aren't you quarantined too?"

"Haha, I only cultivate three roots, which is not as good as the heavens."

The old monk was smiling widely, and he murmured softly, and a Buddhist sound rang out.

The next moment, the old monk was covered with gold paint.

"Please fight with me, my benefactor."

After saying that, a mace appeared in his hand.

Lu Yuanzhi's eyelids twitched.

Why does this monk look so familiar?

He took a deep breath, his eyes calmed down:
"In that case, let's fight."

As he spoke, a red light flashed in his hand, and he was ready to continue with his sword-drawing plan.

"Bang!!"

The next moment, the monk appeared in front of Lu Yuanzhi.

However, after being promoted to a second-rank warrior, his movements appeared to Lu Yuanzhi in slow motion and were extremely clear.

“You are not a Buddha at all.”

At this time, Lu Yuanzhi also keenly realized that the person in front of him should not be one of the three Buddhas who founded Buddhism in the legend.

"Whether it is true or not, what does it matter? Just follow me to the Western Paradise."

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

Lu Yuanzhi heard a hint of anger from the fat monk...

…………

Distant mountain.

Hai Wuyang lay on the ground panting.

He looked at the blue sky at the horizon.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally, the cloth is finished."

This time, he came to the border to respond to his cousin's call and listened to Lu Yuanzhi's advice to set up a border defense formation in the distant mountains just in case.

It took nearly three months. He worked day and night until he finally finished the work and was sweating all over.

After all, he is not the Marquis of Weiwu.

He is just the successor of the prestige marquis.

So it does take more time to set up the formation.

But fortunately, he is naturally intelligent.

Yaoshan is not a very big mountain. In addition, he had sufficient materials, was a newly promoted great scholar, and had the help of the "Record of All Peoples" in his hands, so it only took him three months to set up the formation.

However, after setting up the formation, the last ray of his righteous spirit also dissipated into nothingness, and he could only concentrate on studying and slowly recover.

However, just as he breathed a sigh of relief, a voice suddenly rang out among the distant mountains.

"Boom!!"

"Boom!!"

"Boom!!"

The huge sound of drums resounded between heaven and earth.

Hearing this voice, Hai Wuyang was stunned at first, and then his face changed drastically.

Someone attacked the mountain? ?

This drum sound is the assembly order.

He no longer hesitated and dragged his tired body towards the military camp.

In the distant mountains, inside the general’s tent.

Gong Yanggan and Ju Qing both looked solemn.

At this time, there were only two of them guarding the mountain.

There are not many elite soldiers in the mountains.

There were less than 10,000 Yuanyang soldiers left.

"How many troops are there at the foot of the mountain?"

Gong Yanggan looked serious and asked the scout who was kneeling in front of the tent.

"At least fifty thousand people!"

"fifty thousand……"

Gong Yanggan's heart slowly sank, and he asked again: "But are the demon soldiers attacking?"

"No, it's the Southern Xinjiang Sudden Extinction Tribe and the Buddhist soldiers..."

The scout reported truthfully.

"Probe again, report again!"

Gong Yanggan's mood has sunk to the bottom.

Sudden death in southern Xinjiang, Buddhist soldiers...

When did these two forces come together?

Gong Yang Gan never imagined that the alliance with Southern Xinjiang would be used as a wipe by that sudden person.

"What should we do now?"

Ju Qing took a deep breath and looked at Gong Yang Gan:
"Now there are only you and me in the mountain. If we can't defend this Yaoshan, then..."

The consequences could be disastrous.

He didn't dare say the latter part.

Gong Yang Gan looked cold and said in a gloomy voice:
"We must defend it even at the risk of our lives."

As the two were talking, a voice rang out:
"Report, Hai is safe and wants to see you."

"Hai is safe?!!"

When Gong Yang heard the name, a figure subconsciously appeared in his mind.

He was not familiar with Hai Wuyang, but he knew that he was Lu Yuanzhi's cousin.

"When did he come to Beiguan?"

Gong Yanggan had a confused look on his face.

Ju Qing was also a little stunned.

Hai Wuyang knew that he was a famous talent in the capital. He often met this student at Qinghe Academy with Marquis Weiwu.

But what’s the use of him coming at this time?

"I don't know, let him in first."

Ju Qing took a deep breath.

"Ah."

……

Not long after, Hai Wuyang slowly entered the tent.

"Hello, Generals."

"No need to be so polite, please stand up quickly."

Gong Yanggan helped Hai Wuyang up, looked at him with a puzzled look and asked:

"When did Master Hai come to Beiguan?"

Hai Wuyang said calmly:

"Three months ago, my elder brother sent someone to deliver a letter to the capital, and he came at that time."

Hearing this, Gong Yanggan and Ju Qing looked at each other in surprise.

"What is your purpose here, Marshal Lu?"

Gong Yang dared to speak frankly, as the war was imminent and he did not want to beat around the bush.

"Set up the formation."

Hai Wuyang uttered two words calmly.

"oh?!"

When these words were spoken, both Ju Qing and Gong Yang Gan were stunned.

Then Gong Yanggan seemed to suddenly remember something. He looked straight at Hai Wuyang and asked:
"Could it be..."

"good."

Hai Wuyang chuckled:
"My elder brother had a premonition at the beginning. In order to prevent the demon tribe from jumping off the wall in desperation or to prevent this guy from betraying us, he secretly asked me to come here and set up a border defense formation in the remote mountain."

"This……"

Hearing this, Gong Yanggan and Ju Qing were suddenly delighted.

If we could have a border defense Confucian formation, the chances of winning this battle would be greatly improved!

"Sir, please take a seat."

Gong Yanggan only realized at this time that he had been impolite.

"Need not."

Hai Wuyang waved his hand lightly, his voice full of solemnity:
"But my formation is ultimately not as powerful as the Mighty Marquis, and is not strong enough to hold back the foreign troops. I can only put them into the formation and weaken their strength."

"This……"

When Gong Yanggan heard this, the expression on his face froze slightly.

Can’t resist outside the mountain?
This is bullshit.

Even this border defense Confucian formation can reduce the enemy's strength.

But the enemy numbered fifty thousand...

"Report... We have found out that the leader outside is Chu Sheng, who leads the left and right leaders Li Lixing and Xiang Bo, with 30,000 troops leading 30,000."

"The Buddhist army is led by the golden-bodied Arhat, and also consists of 30,000 Buddhist soldiers..."

……

Okay, now it’s 60,000.

Our army has only more than 10,000 mandarin duck troops.

This six-fold gap...

What's more, guarding a mountain is not the same as guarding a city. Although the mountain roads are dangerous, they are not as solid as city walls.

"That Confucian formation..."

The ram dared to take a deep breath.

Hai Wuyang waved his hand and said, "Absolutely no problem."

"it is good!"

General Ju Qing stood up directly at this time:
“Gong Yang Yun Pei, we have to meet the enemy with or without this formation, yes or no?”

"It's natural."

The ram dared to slowly raise his head, stroked his beard with his right hand, and said in a firm voice;

"Go! Get out of the tent and meet the enemy!"

"You go ahead. I'll take a break. Setting up the formation has used up all of my Haoran Qi. I need to recover."

Hai Wuyang sat in the chair and drank his tea expressionlessly.

"okay."

Gong Yang dared to see this, but didn't say much.

After all, as for Confucianism, whether one has a righteous spirit or not is not much different from a normal person.

When the two of them left.

Hai Wuyang couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed directly into the chair, gasping for breath.

"Huchihuchi~"

This was the first time in his life that he used up all the righteousness of Confucianism.

Too tired...

……

Gong Yanggan and Ju Qing went out of the tent and called their generals. Soon they gathered 10,000 soldiers.

……

"Go up the mountain! The first one to reach the top will be rewarded with land!"

Suddenly he was dressed in golden armor, like a god of war.

With a wave of his hand, the 30,000 southern Xinjiang troops behind him rushed towards the mountain like hungry wolves, howling.

"The great leader is too disorganized in his battles."

The golden arhat frowned when he saw this scene.

He could never have imagined that after so many years of traveling across southern Xinjiang, his sudden death would be as slow as a child in terms of marching and fighting...

"In southern Xinjiang, what matters is courage and strength, not Buddhist scriptures."

When Lilixing heard this, he sneered and glanced at the golden arhat indifferently.

(End of this chapter)