I, the Wudang junior master, only want to cultivate immortality!

Chapter 291 Clean Eyes

Upon hearing this voice, all the Shaolin leaders from Luohan Hall bowed in salute.

“Greetings to the Bodhisattva!”

"Greetings to the Bodhisattva Guangmu Deva!"

Even the aggressive Lord Wang put away the anger on his face and saluted respectfully with his hands clasped together.

"Your humble servant Wang Tianxing pays respect to the Bodhisattva!"

Then, Wang Tianxing spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Buddha, you are of high status and your words are worth a thousand gold. I believe them."

"But as the saying goes, words are not enough. I believe this matter will be useless. The key is to convince the emperor."

"I really cannot give you a good report with just these two sentences. I hope the Buddha will understand me."

There was silence in the Arhat Hall for a few moments, and then a loud voice was heard again.

"How about this? My Northern Shaolin will immediately issue a statement to the whole world, making public what I just said."

"Also, I, along with the entire Northern Shaolin Temple, knew nothing about Miao Di's advancement to Earthly Immortal and the matter of the Sea of ​​Blood. I can guarantee this."

"If this is not enough to convince your emperor, then I have nothing to say. If you really want to defeat my Shaolin, then give it a try!"

As the last word was spoken, a powerful pressure radiated from the Arhat Hall, shocking everyone so much that they felt a little unsteady. They could clearly feel the anger of Bodhisattva Guangmu Tianwang.

Wang Tianxing frowned, disbelief written all over his face.

But the other party even had Bodhisattva Guangmu appear to speak, so with his status he was not qualified to continue the conversation with the other party, so he had to speak.

"Well, since the Bodhisattva insists, I can't say anything more. I can only report the truth. Goodbye!"

After saying this, Wang Tianxing led his men away without looking back.

When Wang Tianxing and his entourage of Ming officials walked away, countless golden swastika Buddhist seals emerged in the Arhat Hall, gathering together to form a figure.

He was wearing a simple grey monk's robe and had a childlike face, but his eyes were exceptionally bright and impressive. He was the actual controller of Northern Shaolin, Bodhisattva Guangmu Tianwang.

Seeing him appear, Kong Ming and other Northern Shaolin leaders bowed again.

"I have seen the Bodhisattva!"

Guangmu waved his hand and asked Kongming with a frown.

"What happened to Miao Di? Didn't he go to Southern Shaolin?"

"How could he suddenly become an earthly immortal and create a sea of ​​blood that can devour people?"

When Kongming heard the Bodhisattva’s question, he became even more confused.

"Ah? Bodhisattva, I have no idea about this matter. Isn't this your arrangement?"

After hearing this, Guangmu frowned even deeper and looked at everyone. The light in his eyes gradually became brighter, like the starry sky.

Those who were stared at by him felt a chill all over their bodies, as if they were seen through from the inside out.

This is the iconic method of Bodhisattva Guangmu, the Purifying Eyes.

It is said that it can observe the world and see through the truth. Everything will be exposed in front of the pure eyes and cannot be hidden at all.

At this time, Guangmu was even more confused.

After looking at everyone with his pure eyes, he could be sure that no one was lying.

In other words, Kongming and others really didn't know about Miaozhi's current changes, and they couldn't help but mutter to themselves.

"That's strange."

"With Miao Di's talent, even if the sect allocated more resources to him, it should be impossible for him to break through to the Earthly Immortal in this lifetime. Why did he break through suddenly? And what about the blood sea?"

Kong Ming was standing closest, and couldn't help but whisper after hearing it.

"Bodhisattva, since Brother Miao Di had such abnormalities after he went to Southern Shaolin, could it be related to Southern Shaolin?"

"Don't you even know about the blood sea?"

Hearing this, Guangmu shook his head.

"My contact with Southern Shaolin has decreased significantly in recent decades, and I am not sure what happened there."

"But you are right. The biggest reason for the abnormality of Miao Di is probably because of Southern Shaolin."

Then, Guangmu looked around and gave instructions.

“Although this matter was not done by our Northern Shaolin, Miao Di was the abbot of Northern Shaolin after all. His words and deeds are related to the reputation of our Northern Shaolin in the martial arts world.”

"Even if I expel him from the sect in time, it can only mitigate the impact a little bit."

"Send a few of your men to set off today and investigate the truth as quickly as possible. Kong Ming, you will lead the way."

After hearing this, Kongming immediately bowed and accepted the order.

"Yes! Bodhisattva!"

Guangmu nodded in satisfaction, and his body suddenly exploded into a sky full of golden swastika Buddhist seals and disappeared.

In the Arhat Hall, Kong Ming had a helpless look on his face. He turned around and looked at everyone and spoke.

"Everyone has heard it, right? It seems like we have no choice but to go this time."

"So, there must be someone in Shaolin to take charge. Send half of the people to go with me, and the other half will stay. As for the selection of people, you can discuss it among yourselves."

After finishing speaking, Kongming walked out of the Arhat Hall, shaking his head and sighing as he walked.

"Hey, I don't know what Senior Brother Miao Di is doing. It's such a big commotion."

The people inside looked at each other, all speechless. One of the handsome old monks coughed and spoke.

"Ahem, I am old and not in good health, so I'll leave this matter to you, my fellow apprentices."

As soon as these words were spoken, someone else quickly took up the conversation.

"Hey, Brother Kongmei, you are a peak expert in the Heaven and Man Unity Realm, at your peak, the three of us combined are no match for you, if you don't go, who will go?"

"That's right, that's right. This matter must be handled by Senior Brother Kongmei."

"Respecting the elderly and loving the young has always been a virtue of our Shaolin. I support Brother Kong Mei."

For a moment, the fellow disciples of Shaolin Temple immediately staged a scene of brotherly love and respect.

The next day.

At the gate of Shaolin Temple, more than a dozen figures wearing cassocks, led by Kong Ming, were rushing towards a certain direction at a rapid speed.

Among them was the old monk Kongmei with long eyebrows, who sighed and shook his head all the way.

Kong Ming could no longer bear it, and turned around and angrily shouted, "Brother, this is the mission given to us by the Bodhisattva. Why do you look like you are about to be executed?"

Kongmei glanced at Kongming and sighed out of habit.

"Hey, Junior Brother, isn't this just going to the execution ground?"

"I heard that the abbot, oh no, now he should be called the Demon Monk Miao Di, has controlled the sea of ​​blood to swallow up 300,000 troops of the Ming Dynasty. We actually sent ourselves to his door. Will the Demon Monk Miao Di swallow us whole?"

As soon as he said this, the faces of the people around him all looked unhappy, and some of them even rolled their eyes wildly, wondering what they were up to.

Kong Ming's tone also froze and his face twitched.

After a little thought, he forced an explanation.

"Brother Miao Di was once our abbot, and we have had a friendship of fellow disciples for decades. He shouldn't swallow us up the first time we meet."

"Perhaps, he also has his own difficulties."

Even Kong Ming felt a little unconfident about the last sentence, and his voice became noticeably lower.

Seeing this, Kong Mei sighed again.

"Hey, I hope so."

"Anyway, I am old and I don't have much time left to live. Even if I am swallowed by the sea of ​​blood, I will accept my fate."

At the same time, on the plains thousands of miles away from the Wudang Sect.

A huge bright yellow phantom shield stood like a cliff, blocking off the sea of ​​blood.

The surging sea of ​​blood kept hitting the illusory shield, making loud noises, but it could not shake the shield at all.

Rows of pale puppets stood on the sea of ​​blood, so densely packed that there was no end to them, and there were at least hundreds of thousands of them.

But these puppets did not move at all and did not make any sound.

But those lifeless eyes were creepy.

Behind the shield, Qiu Yue stood with his sword in hand, his armor covered with cracks, the cloak behind him had long been torn to pieces, and his aura was extremely weak.

However, the sword in his hand continued to emit a bright yellow light, and wisps of bright yellow smoke continued to float towards the huge illusory shield, as if maintaining the existence of the shield.

Further away, there were tents, from which screams of pain could be heard continuously. Military doctors were walking quickly through the tents, so busy that they were sweating profusely and their feet were running fast.

Near the tent, soldiers of the Ming Dynasty sat on the ground holding their weapons, their clothes disheveled and their faces numb. It was obvious that their morale had dropped to freezing point.

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The crisp sound of horse hooves was heard, and Li Daotian, a general under Qiu Yue's command, came galloping over, dismounted, and spoke to Qiu Yue in a deep voice.

"My Lord, after counting, we still have 700,000 troops."

"However, nearly 200,000 of them have been seriously injured, with either broken arms or legs. They are basically no longer able to fight."

"Also, the morale of the brothers is very low."

After hearing Li Daotian's report, Qiu Yue glanced at the figures standing in the sea of ​​blood, pain appeared in his eyes, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Those people were all soldiers under Qiu Yue’s command!

But now, it has turned into something that is neither human nor ghost!

He even wielded the butcher knife against his former colleagues under the control of the evil monk Miao Di!

Qiu Yue originally thought that the destruction of Wudang was a piece of cake. He even thought that after destroying Wudang, they would march to the Sui Dynasty in the name of revenge for Zhu Wushi.

For Qiu Yue, this was an unprecedented feat of expanding territory, which would surely elevate his title to a higher level.

But no one expected that before they even saw Wudang Mountain, they actually encountered the monster Miao Di, which caused such heavy losses to their side!
Now, let alone expanding territory and making achievements, he was not even sure whether he could return to the Ming Dynasty alive.

The bun on his head had long been disheveled, with his long hair hanging down his back, and he no longer had the high spirits he had at the beginning.

After a few breaths, Qiu Yue opened his eyes again and asked.

"Has there been any reply from the court?"

Li Daotian quickly reported the truth.

"My Lord, the court just replied, saying that 300,000 troops will come to help."

"But it will take at least ten days for the reinforcements to arrive."

Qiu Yue's face didn't look very good when he heard that. He took a look at the surging sea of ​​blood and sighed.

"Ten days, can we hold on for ten days? The power of destiny bestowed by His Majesty in my Xianning Sword is running low."

(End of this chapter)