Zhu Yuanzhang: My second son is invincible!

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

Early that morning, a medium-sized flying boat was moored in the front courtyard of the Wu King's Palace.

The boat was made of ironwood and engraved with wind-avoidance symbols. A large flag with the character "Wu" was planted at the bow. Eight imperial guards stood on both sides, while Jiang Huan waited at the front of the boat.

Zhu Hui yawned as she came out of the house, followed by Guanyin Nu, who was dressed in her best.

"Husband, do you really not need me to go with you?" Guanyinnu asked softly.

"No need. My brother said this trip is to scare people, not to play around. You wait for me at home. I'll be back soon, in three days at most. After I've finished... no, after I've finished my visit, I'll be back." Zhu Hui said, scratching his head.

Guanyin Nu couldn't help but laugh.

She knew that the word "cut" that her husband used was the truth.

"Then be careful."

"Be careful, they can't beat me. Here, take this." Zhu Hui chuckled and took out a small cloth bag from his pocket, handing it to Guanyin Nu.

"What is this?"

"I bought some candy on the street. Eat one whenever you have time. Don't keep studying those rules; they're making your eyes blurry." Zhu Hui was referring to Guanyin Nu's recent study of "Admonitions for Women," which had made her dizzy.

Guanyin Nu took the cloth bag, feeling a warm glow in her heart.

Jiang Huan stepped forward and cupped his hands in greeting: "Your Highness, the flying boat is ready and can depart at any time."

"Let's go! I'm leaving! Remember to eat!" Zhu Hui jumped onto the flying boat, turned around and waved to Guanyin Nu.

The flying boat slowly rose into the air, the formation was activated, and it transformed into a streak of light heading west.

Guanyin Nu stood in the courtyard, looking up, until the flying boat disappeared into the horizon.

......

Longhu Mountain.

Zhang Tianshi Zhang Yuchu, along with his three thousand disciples, watched the imperial fleet depart.

The formation of Longhu Mountain has been broken, and among the three thousand disciples, there are many whose faces are purple and blue.

He looks like he's been beaten up.

"Master, are we just going to watch King Wu leave like this..." one of the elders from Longhu Mountain said to Master Zhang.

"Even the most prosperous dynasty will one day come to an end. When that day comes, everything that Taoism has given away will be taken back, and perhaps even more will be taken back."

Zhang Yuchu replied with a smile.

"So the Celestial Master had such a scheme. In that case, Longhu Mountain has no choice but to close its gates..."

"There's no need to close the mountain gates. We Taoists can do whatever we want, whether it's subduing demons or eliminating evil spirits. We don't need to close the mountain gates like the Buddhist sect," Zhang Yuchu replied.

"Senior brother, does the King of Wu intend to go to the Buddhist temple, Mount Putuo...?"

"That's right, King Wu will probably have to visit all the major sects."

"hiss..."

Mount Putuo is located in the eastern part of Zhejiang Province and is one of the four famous Buddhist mountains.

There are seventy-two temples on the mountain, the largest of which is Guanyin Temple.

Today, the gates of Guanyin Temple are closed, and all the monks have gathered in front of the Mahavira Hall, totaling 1,200 people, each with a solemn expression.

Master Huiming stood at the very front, wearing a golden-red kasaya and holding a nine-ringed tin staff.

Behind him stood eighteen guardian Vajras, all of whom were masters of the Vajra Indestructible Divine Power.

"Gentlemen, the King of Wu is coming today. I have already made an agreement with him that we will only discuss Buddhist teachings and not resort to violence. But if he really wants to take action... we Buddhist disciples should also protect the Dharma and defend the Way."

Master Huiming's voice was calm.

"Protect the Dharma and uphold the Way!" the monks shouted in unison.

The sound echoed through the mountains.

Just then, a small black dot appeared on the horizon and quickly grew larger.

The airship has arrived.

The flying boat slowly landed on the square in front of the mountain gate, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Zhu Hui was the first to jump down, followed by Jiang Huan and eight Imperial Guards.

"This mountain is quite high! It must take a lot of effort to climb it," Zhu Hui said, looking up at the misty peaks.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the mountain gate burst open.

Master Huiming led the monks out, and 1,200 pairs of eyes turned to Zhu Hui.

"Amitabha Buddha, Your Highness the King of Wu has come from afar, and this old monk has failed to greet you properly." Master Huiming put his palms together in a gesture of respect.

Zhu Hui glanced at the old monk, then at the group of muscular guardian deities behind him, and scratched his head, saying, "Master, the monks in your temple... are all quite strong!"

In short, the originally solemn atmosphere was somewhat disrupted.

Master Huiming said without changing his expression, "Buddhist disciples should have the power to protect the Dharma. Your Highness, please come inside to speak."

"Okay!"

Zhu Hui strode into the mountain gate, followed closely by Jiang Huan and the others.

Inside the main hall, the Buddha statues are solemn, and incense smoke curls around.

Master Huiming invited Zhu Li to take the seat of honor, and the young novice served him tea.

"Your Highness, I have already discussed the three matters that His Highness the Crown Prince mentioned a month ago with the elders of the temple. The registration of disciples and the payment of taxes are both negotiable, but the mountain-protecting formation diagram... this has been passed down by the ancestors of all generations, and we really cannot hand it over."

Master Huiming's straightforward approach.

Zhu Hui picked up his teacup, took a sip, and frowned, saying, "This tea has no flavor; it's not even as good as plain water."

Master Huiming's lips twitched slightly.

"Master, my elder brother said that all three conditions must be met, not one less. Why don't you let me see that Vajra Indestructible Divine Power? I heard it's quite tough, let's see if it can block my axe."

Zhu Li put down his teacup and said earnestly.

These words were spoken so bluntly that the expressions of all the monks in the hall changed.

Master Huiming was silent for a moment, then said, "Does Your Highness truly wish to try?"

"Let's give it a try. Otherwise, what's the point of me coming all this way?" Zhu Hui stood up. "Let's go outside. Don't damage the main hall; it'll cost a lot to repair."

Master Huiming took a deep breath and stood up as well.

"Since Your Highness is so willing, this old monk will allow his disciple to demonstrate a few things."

......

In the square, eighteen guardian Vajras stood in a row, each eight feet tall, with bulging muscles and skin that gleamed with a bronze luster in the sunlight.

Master Huiming said, "Your Highness, these eighteen disciples all cultivate the Vajra Indestructible Divine Power. Among them, the leader, Kongxing, has reached the fourth level and can withstand flying swords."

Zhu Li looked at the monk named Kongxing, who was indeed the strongest, with arms thicker than his own thighs.

"You all come at me together! It's too much trouble to do it one by one," Zhu Li said.

Upon hearing this, the eighteen Vajra warriors glared angrily at each other.

Kongxing stepped forward and said in a booming voice, "Your Highness, this humble monk is sufficient on his own. Please!"

"Alright, stand still, I'll give you a light chop." Zhu Hui said, pressing his right hand onto his left arm.

The bronze-colored Xingtian Axe appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The axe blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

Kongxing firmly planted his feet in a horse stance, his whole body radiating golden light, his skin instantly turning a true bronze color, making him look like a bronze statue.

"Your Highness, please!" he shouted.

Zhu Hui walked up to him and raised his axe.

He didn't use any special moves; he just chopped down in a very ordinary way.

But the moment the axe fell, Kongxing's expression changed.

That wasn't an axe; it was a mountain, a sky, and a murderous aura surging from ancient times.

He wanted to dodge, but he felt that his body could not move.

He tried to shout for help and to call out the number of people, but no sound came out of his throat.

The axe landed lightly on his head.

No sound.

Then...