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Chapter 788: I have come to Dongzhou and I allow you to pay me homage
Dongzhou, the capital of Nanping Prefecture.

Compared to other ruined places, this big city occupied by the Three Immortals Sect still looks somewhat presentable.

It’s not because the immortals are kind-hearted, but because they have just arrived and need to build a hall and enshrine the statues of the Three Pure Ones so that the refugees here will know that Nanping Prefecture has a new owner.

The place for worshipping the Three Pure Ones naturally cannot be too simple.

But now, this newly built magnificent hall is lifeless and a little dark.

There were no immortals coming and going, only three or five disciples, sitting slumped in the middle of the main hall with gloomy expressions. Their originally gorgeous robes were already torn, and the blood stains on them had not yet completely dried.

In this faint fishy smell, they looked at each other in silence, but they both saw the determination in each other's eyes.

Nanping Prefecture was the first large prefecture occupied by the Three Immortals Sect in Dongzhou. At that time, under the leadership of Senior Brother Chu Xi of the Chiyun Cave, the disciples were unstoppable and caught the group of monks off guard, leaving them unable to fight back.

When the grand hall was built in this city, almost all the disciples who came to Dongzhou were full of fighting spirit and felt very relieved.

However, the good times did not last long. First, many geniuses in Dongxumi reacted and joined forces to resist the offensive of the Three Immortals Sect. Then, during the struggle, the group of great free people frequently helped in secret.

But no matter what, even if they lost the occupied temples one after another, as long as Nanping Prefecture was still there, many disciples would not be discouraged.

Until the battle between Senior Brother Chu Xi and Miaoyin Bodhisattva, whose fame was no less than his, Miaoyin Bodhisattva's master, the Great Freedom Lotus Pearl Bodhisattva in East Xumi, suddenly made a move and killed Senior Brother Chu Xi with just one palm.

From then on, many disciples of the Three Immortals Sect were like dogs that had lost their homes, suffering heavy casualties and no longer able to fight back.

Even the last Nanping Prefecture is in danger.

"Brother Xiang Ming."

The only female disciple among the group wiped the blood from the corner of her lips and looked out of the hall. She had heard the orderly and heavy voices and subconsciously called out to the most prestigious senior brother present: "They are here."

"..."

The middle-aged man in a dark green robe was clearly the one who was most seriously injured. Even the rise and fall of his chest was a little disordered. He slowly opened his eyes, a flash of despair flashed across his pupils, and then a sharp murderous light flashed.

The hall fell into silence again. No one spoke, only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard.

There is no way to retreat, but to fight to the death.

The Bodhi Sect already has no rules, so I might as well use my own lives as the price. When the elders come to Dongzhou and question Mount Xumi, I will add a few more excuses!
When they first came to Dongzhou, although most of the disciples shouted that they wanted to avenge their senior brothers and sisters in Chiyun Cave and Lingxu Cave, deep down they just wanted to get some incense.

After this period of humiliation and injustice, they had already developed real anger and hatred.

Even if I die in Nanping, I will tear a piece of flesh from those monks!
Tread-tap-

The footsteps that were just outside the city suddenly echoed throughout the surroundings.

Thousands of Arhats holding long sticks walked through the long street with majestic expressions, then stopped in an orderly manner, surrounding the hall.

The refugees all hid in the corners of the city, looking at the Buddha's light rising high in the sky, which was as dazzling and scorching as the sun. Their eyes were almost blinded by the burns, and their eyes were filled with turbid tears. They dared not look up and could only curl up like dirty and lowly maggots.

This is a battle between gods, how can a mortal get a glimpse of it?

"..."

Deep in the sky, Monk Zhikong looked at this scene and his heart suddenly trembled.

He finally understood why the future Buddha said that all this had nothing to do with him.

It seems that every action of Nanzhou is grand and majestic. First, the Seven Treasures Bodhisattva preaches, and then several great Arhats pass on the scriptures. But when you think about it carefully, there are only a handful of people who are actually sent out.

The current situation is that more than a thousand Arhats have been dispatched just to besiege a city. This is what a Mount Sumeru really looks like when it goes all out.

The Bodhi Sect may not be good at those many miraculous methods, and in the art of formation, it cannot compare with the complicated and obscure Three Immortals Sect, and appears crude and simple.

But simple does not mean weak.

As thousands of Arhats pounded their sticks into the ground at the same time, the originally vast Buddha's light was suddenly twisted into a beam, covering the entire hall.

Then, they all parted ways to make way.

Several Bodhisattvas walked to the front of the hall leisurely and calmly. The leader took another light step forward and twirled the Buddhist beads in his hand.

Because of the previous episode, Senior Brother Miaoyin is unable to participate in the affairs of Nanping Prefecture. However, this group of immortals came to Dongzhou without warning and attacked ruthlessly, causing Dong Xumi to suffer the loss of so many fellow disciples. They are definitely not something that can be let off easily.

“I gave you a lot of time.”

The leading Bodhisattva smiled slightly, his voice chilled: "But now it seems that you don't want to leave... That means you want to die."

The words fell.

A sneer suddenly came from the hall.

The next moment, several immortals with upright figures walked out of the hall side by side. Even though their clothes were dirty, they did not lose their imposing manner.

"You know how you won."

Master Xiang Ming raised his chin slightly and looked down at the monks in front of him with contempt.

Unexpectedly, the group of Bodhisattvas did not feel embarrassed, but looked at each other with a smile, and then looked at the group of Three Immortals disciples in front of them again, and said seriously: "No matter how we win, we still win."

"This is Dongzhou, and the Buddha is sitting above your heads."

The leading Bodhisattva stopped twirling his Buddhist beads, and a fierce look appeared on his lips: "If you don't accept it, call your elders and see if they dare to come."

"You!" The female disciple drew her sword angrily, her whole body trembling with anger.

Master Xiang Ming's face darkened slightly. He raised his hand to stop his junior sister from cursing and said grimly, "No need to waste words. When the fight starts... just kill him first."

Upon hearing this, the leading Bodhisattva's expression froze slightly.

The group of people in front of me are like a group of trapped beasts, with death looks on their faces, just waiting to bite off a piece of meat before they die. Now I am that piece of meat.

But it was only for a moment, and a smile reappeared on his face. He quietly took a step back, returned to the crowd, and said sneerly: "Looking at your current state, you are like a stray dog, who can you kill?"

After saying that, he waved his hand and said, "Start the formation!"

Several Bodhisattvas rose into the air, each standing on one side, and used their own attainments to mobilize a large formation consisting of thousands of Arhats. The Buddha's light covering the hall suddenly turned into a golden bell that fell upside down.

Even with such an advantage, they still had no intention of engaging in a head-on battle with the Three Immortals Sect disciples.

After trapping a few people, several Bodhisattvas sat cross-legged in the air, all with their palms clasped together, slightly lowered their eyes, and their lips moving rapidly, and began to chant the sutra.

Amid the deep Buddhist chanting, the complexions of several Three Immortals Sect disciples suddenly changed. Looking at the golden river rising quietly around them, the calamity power in their bodies began to rapidly dissipate.

Zhenren Xiang Ming reacted the fastest. He stretched out his hand to grab a large banner that was a meter long and smashed it hard towards the golden bell.

Boom!
The surface of the golden bell was like rippling water, and the surging golden river came back, enveloping his body and blasting him straight back to the front of the hall.

Master Xiang Ming rolled on the ground in a panic. He was already seriously injured, and now he used his arms to support himself on the ground for a few times. He tried several times but failed to stand up again. He turned around suddenly and looked outside the golden bell. His pupils shrank slightly and fell on the group of Arhats.

I saw that on the right arms of this group of people, there were a few vermilion scriptures added seemingly casually... It was the work of that group of Great Freedom Bodhisattvas!
Even if they killed Senior Brother Chu Xi in broad daylight, it was already against the rules. Before their elders arrived in Dongzhou, these old thieves refused to restrain themselves.

Master Xiang Ming showed a sad look on his face, spat out the blood plasma in his mouth, and said sternly: "Don't get close to this golden bell, protect yourself, they want to refine us alive, you just need to hold on for a few more days, and make sure you hold on until Beizhou comes to help!"

"..."

The remaining disciples sat down obediently and mobilized the calamity power to protect their bodies. Although this slowed down the speed at which the calamity power dissipated, despair emerged in their eyes one after another.

The distance between Beizhou and Dongzhou is so far.

By the time his fellow disciples brought the news back, the situation there was equally complicated, and the elders in the sect might not be able to make a decision immediately. If there was any delay, there would be no chance of survival for them.

"You coward! If you have the guts, withdraw the magic circle and fight me with real swords and guns!"

The female disciple had obviously seen through everything. It was just a matter of dying sooner or later. She tightly clenched the magic sword and let out a low roar.

"..."

Several Bodhisattvas glanced at her coldly and sneered.

Amid the turbulent power of the catastrophe, the outlines of five golden statues of Dharma appeared above the clouds. These majestic golden statues of Bodhisattvas all clasped their palms together and stared at the hall indifferently.

Their bodies connected together to form an unbreakable cage.

"You'd better stay here and don't die in a very ugly way."

With the Buddha above your head and Mount Sumeru as your back, you want to fight with real swords and guns? Are you worthy?

"what--"

The female disciple felt that most of the calamity power in her body had melted away, and she let out a sharp scream. She could accept losing the battle of wits to this group of monks, and had no complaints about being killed or cut. But she could not accept that all her knowledge was of no use at all, and she could only sit and wait for death, being defeated miserably by the means of that group of free and easy people.

She mobilized the remaining calamity power, the fairy sword in her hand burst out with white light, and she leaped towards the golden bell.

"Ugh."

Elsewhere in the clouds, Monk Zhikong sighed softly.

He didn't feel sorry for the disciples of the Three Immortals Sect. After all, for the human world, the two sects were the biggest disaster. There was nothing good about them.

Zhikong just felt a little sad. In front of this worldly incense, the gods, Buddhas, and immortals who were once high and mighty had lost even the minimum decency and made such an embarrassing scene. They were no different from the beasts that stole his flesh.

"That's about it."

The future Buddha said calmly, "Whether it is the disciples of the Bodhi Sect or the Three Immortal Sect, none of them dare to affect the catastrophe. The death of these people is not a loss. At least when the peace talks come, they can exchange a few more Taoist temples for the Three Immortal Sect."

As one of the six most honorable leaders in the world, he sees much more clearly than ordinary people.

Don't underestimate the situation now, which seems like a life-and-death feud. The Golden Immortals and Great Freedom Bodhisattvas on both sides definitely don't have the courage to let the situation get out of control. Reconciliation is inevitable and should not be far away.

At most, it would allow the disciples of the Three Immortal Sect to breathe a sigh of relief, and then they would shake hands and talk amiably, and then discuss how to divide the Taoist temple, and finally elect an Immortal Emperor.

Under the control of many first-class giants, this is just a big show.

During the brief conversation between the two, the sharp and long whistle had already pierced the sky. The sword light was like a rainbow, and should have pierced through the sky, but at this moment it was like a trapped dragon and could only stay in the golden bell, looking a little pitiful.

Several disciples of the Three Immortals Sect looked upward in shock, only to see their junior sister crashing into the golden bell like a moth to a flame.

The whistling sound of the sword in my ears seemed to stop abruptly in the next moment.

Several Bodhisattvas didn't even bother to raise their eyelids. If it was a serious fight to the death, they might have been a little afraid, but in the face of the trap and killing situation that Mount Xumi had already prepared, today's situation was just a formality and there was no chance of any accidents.

In three days at most, all the Three Immortal Sect disciples in Nanping Prefecture will turn into thick water, which will serve as a warning to those immortals who still dare to stay in Dongzhou.

However, at this moment, the sword whistle that should have stopped did not stop. Instead, it became a hundred times sharper than before, filled with solemn murderous intent.

The sword light was like a white dragon and a silver waterfall, falling from the sky.

It fell into the human world from among the five golden statues of Bodhisattvas. After it passed by, those pairs of majestic golden eyes suddenly lost their luster, and the giant peak-like head slid off the shoulders with a bang.

The tall and majestic body was instantly covered with dense cracks.

In the moment when the white rainbow passed by, even the dazzling Buddha's light and the sun were eclipsed.

boom--

With a turbulent sound like thunder, all the golden bodies and Dharma images shattered.

There was a continuous crackling sound coming from the huge golden bell. It didn't even last for a moment before it completely turned into nothingness.

"..."

The female disciple stared blankly at the sword in her hand, while the other disciples stared at her in astonishment.

Several Bodhisattvas spat out blood plasma at the same time, with horror in their eyes. Thousands of Arhats flew backwards and collapsed to the ground in disbelief.

But soon, everyone's eyes shifted away from the female disciple and looked towards the front of the hall.

On the stone steps, there was an ancient fairy sword.

"Who are you? How dare you go wild in Dongzhou!"

The leading Bodhisattva's face turned blood red and he looked up ferociously.

"What's going on?" Monk Zhikong, who was far away in the sky, was also at a loss. Even though he had the blessing of the Golden Cicada Fruit, he couldn't detect any clues.

Such a horrifying sword strike certainly could not have come from the hands of that female disciple.

The future Buddha raised his eyebrows, and reluctantly stretched out his crutch to press against Zhikong's chin, propping up the little monk's head and letting him look towards the north.

Under everyone's gaze.

In the looming clouds, a white jade chariot pulled by a dragon and a phoenix calmly sank into the human world.

On the palanquin, a Taoist priest with a golden hairpin and a dark robe sat quietly, supporting his handsome face with one hand, with a hint of laziness between his brows, and looked down at the mansion indifferently.

In front of him, the old ancestor Shenxu transformed into a young boy with red lips and white teeth. The next moment, his childish voice resounded throughout the Nanping Prefecture.

"The Three Immortals Sect's Taixu Zhenjun has arrived in Dongzhou." He raised the corners of his lips slightly and looked at the monks at his feet, not disguising the contempt in his eyes:

"You may kneel down to greet me."

(End of this chapter)