After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

Chapter 985 Road

Zhui Ming used the fastest sword in his life!

That sword was filled with his most abundant inner energy!

It was the sword that brought his energy and spirit to its peak!

He saw the flaw exposed by the lonely monk, and his sword was directed towards that flaw.

He believed that his sword could cut through the lonely monk at the moment when his flaw disappeared.

His sword did cut through.

But it didn't go too deep.

Therefore, the red color that Zhao Hanyue saw, like a red butterfly, was not the blood of the lonely monk.

But a broken cassock!

The lonely monk's cassock suddenly fluttered when the life-chasing sword came.

His cassock blocked the life-chasing sword. The tip of the sword penetrated three points, but did not penetrate his body.

The tin stick he held in his right hand moved at that moment, but did not hit Zhui Ming.

He waved his left hand.

The long sleeves of the monk's robe fluttered towards Zhui Ming's chest.

"boom……!"

There was a muffled sound.

Zhui Ming suddenly retreated with a sweet taste in his throat!

He took nine steps back in a row!

He gritted his teeth tightly to prevent the blood from spraying out.

The sky and the earth are still full of yellow, and there is also a striking red floating in the air.

He stopped.

Strike the ground with your sword.

He bent over and a drop of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He raised his neck and looked at the flying red and suddenly laughed!

Not because of the beauty of the red color, but because he found that he had done something wrong——

That lonely monk did not kill him!

Even if he struck with that sleeve, he didn't inject much internal energy.

Otherwise, with just that one blow, he would have died.

That bald donkey didn’t come to kill Princess Hanyue!

So what is he here for?

Zhui Ming swallowed the mouthful of blood, slowly straightened up, and holding his sword, he walked over step by step, and heard what the old monk was saying to Princess Hanyue:

"The poor monk came here not to prevent His Highness from going to Daoshan!"

Zhao Hanyue took a deep breath, "Then what are you here for?"

"The poor monk feels that His Highness is being taken advantage of, and is worried that His Highness will drag the country of Yue into a sea of fire!"

Zhao Hanyue's eyes widened and she stared at the lonely monk. After looking at him for five breaths, she withdrew her gaze and looked at the falling red.

"You should still light a lamp in front of the Buddha!"

"The nine lamps of the Nine-Deng Monk have been extinguished. You should light up the lamps he passed on to you again!"

"As for going up the mountain of knives and going down into the sea of fire..."

Zhao Hanyue watched the red color fall down and happened to fall on a cluster of wild chrysanthemums.

It's like putting a bright red hijab on the cluster of wild chrysanthemums!

She looked at the lonely monk again.

"Is it possible that you don't know that the country of Yue is heading towards a sea of fire?"

"It started when Donglin Temple destroyed Xilin Temple!"

"When the great monk Jijue of Donglin Zen Temple raised his butcher knife and broke the prohibition of killing, and when the two Zen monasteries in the east and west merged into one and were renamed Zen again, the balance of the Yue Kingdom had been broken by him."

"Father is ill."

"The great monk Jijue was crowned the great mage of the national religion and protects the country. The number of monk soldiers increased by three thousand in the rest of the year!"

"He interferes in government affairs and intends to influence the succession of the throne!"

"He violated Article 20 of the state canon!"

"His crime...should be punished!"

"But my father is in bed and my brother is young. The civil and military officials in the court dare not speak out against him!"

Zhao Hanyue's emotions gradually became excited, and her voice gradually became louder.

She glared at the lonely monk and said fiercely:

"He is the sinner who dragged Yue into the sea of fire!"

"And you...as the red-clothed master of Xilin Zen Temple, don't you know the significance of the coexistence of two Zen temples?"

"Is it possible that you don't know the consequences of establishing a Zen sect once merged?"

"Not only did you not avenge the Great Monk Jiu Deng, nor stop the heinous crimes being committed by the Zen Sect, but you came here to persuade me, and you even said you were worried that I would be taken advantage of..."

Zhao Hanyue raised her slender neck and looked at the lonely monk contemptuously, "You are putting the cart before the horse!"

"The best way is to save me here with your own hands!"

"I'm afraid this is also the task Jijue gave you, right?"

"Take my head and kneel before him. I think he will put you in a purple robe!"

The lonely monk bowed with one hand:

"Amitabha!"

"Your Highness has misunderstood the poor monk."

"There are many things that His Highness does not know, such as the siege of the Xilin Temple by the Donglin Temple... This matter was authorized by the Emperor!"

Zhao Hanyue was shocked: "You are talking nonsense!"

"How could my father make such a decision?" The lonely monk sighed, "Your Highness, please don't get excited, just listen to what the poor monk said."

"This matter is not the nonsense of the poor monk, but Senior Brother Jiudeng told the poor monk himself."

"That was the night before Wu Xichen had an appointment with Brother Jiudeng."

"Senior Brother Jiudeng said... Xilin Temple will be destroyed."

"The poor monk asked where did the disaster come from?"

"Senior Brother Jiu Deng said that if you sow such a thing, you will get such a result!"

"The poor monk asked why?"

"Senior Brother Jiu Deng didn't answer, but he said something... The emperor finally knew."

"The poor monk asked the emperor again what he knew?"

"Senior Brother Jiu Deng laughed and called his disciple, Monk Bu Nian."

"Senior Brother Jiudeng took out a small box from under the Buddhist niche. There was a jade pendant in the box."

"A lifelike dragon is carved on one side of the jade pendant!"

"And the other side...is a word!"

Zhao Hanyue frowned slightly and asked, "What word?"

The lonely monk sighed:

"The word "Li"!

Zhao Hanyue was suddenly shocked:

"Li Zi?"

"Yes, the word "Li" in Dali!"

A jade pendant.

One side is a dragon, the other side is the word "Li"...

Zhao Hanyue took a breath:

"You mean... Monk Bu Nian is a descendant of the Dali royal family?"

The lonely monk pondered for three breaths but shook his head:

"That's what the poor monk guessed at that time, but Master Nephew is not a descendant of the Dali Royal Family."

"Why?"

"Because when the poor monk was reminiscing with senior brother Nie Mie in Jishan Temple, senior brother Jie Mie said that his true identity is..."

"What is it?"

The lonely monk did not answer.

He suddenly turned his head and looked to the right.

Zhui Ming also raised his head.

Because there are four people floating over from the right!

Four monks in red!

Those are the four red masters!

Including the lonely monk and the six red masters of the Zen sect, five people came here.

The lonely monk's chubby face finally showed a hint of solemnity.

"Your Highness, leave quickly!"

Zhuiming also tightened his expression and looked at Daoshan:

"This is already the boundary of Daoshan. Why are there no swords coming out of Daoshan?"

Zhao Hanyue gave a wry smile, and she also looked at the Knife Mountain in the distance. She didn't know why none of the knives in the Knife Mountain came down the mountain.

"Your Highness, mount your horse and I will cut off the queen!"

"You can't stop it!"

Zhui Ming was stunned and then heard the lonely monk say:

"One grand master, three half-step grand masters...what are you going to do to break it?"

That really can't be stopped.

It seems that I really have to explain it here today.

Junior Sister Xianer...

See you in the next life!

Zhui Ming raised his sword.

The lonely monk tightened his grip on the tin staff.

A Buddhist chant came from far away:

"Amitabha……!"