Chapter 577 - 377: Mingfo Temple Concedes

Chapter 577: Chapter 377: Mingfo Temple Concedes

Cao Shi’s arrogant demeanor immediately incited the monks’ wrath.

Those usually kind-hearted monks now glared with wide angry eyes, their Zen staffs vibrating with a humming sound in their hands.

Master Mingku, the head of the Precepts Hall, struck his iron Zen staff onto the ground, causing the bluestone floor to crack with web-like patterns.

"Amitabha Buddha!" Master Mingku’s voice was as resounding as a great bell, "To kill this scoundrel is immeasurable merit!"

The Eighteen Copper Men Formation instantly formed, their bronze rods whisking with a whistling wind.

Though restrained by the precepts from breaking the killing ban, the true meaning of demon suppression in their staff techniques had reached perfection.

If they really fought, a single strike could shatter bones without taking a life.

Outside the grand entrance, a murderous aura condensed like frost, yet Mr. Beifeng, sitting in a pool of blood, slowly raised his withered palm.

This poised demeanor appeared extremely calm and unruffled compared to the Martial Monks tense as a bowstring surrounding him.

Then, Mr. Beifeng lowered his gaze to the slain Buddhist disciples, eyes beneath white brows as tranquil as a deep pool, showing no trace of shock or anger.

"Hold on."

The aged voice carried a hint of hoarseness, yet it reverberated like a great bell, lightly shaking the copper bell hanging at the mountain gate.

Mr. Beifeng rubbed the Buddha beads with his withered knuckles, gazing at the impotent rage of Cao Shi, a benevolent smile graced his lips.

"My Buddha is compassionate; all people live in a sea of suffering."

"Every blade of grass and tree has Buddha nature; a single thought of anger is hell." As his words ended, a mountain breeze arose, the prayer flags at the eaves flapping, pulling the unfinished words into the deep mist.

Mr. Beifeng’s words were like morning bell and evening drum, calming all the monks behind him.

As for Cao Shi’s provocative words, it seemed as though an invisible barrier had completely deflected them.

Mr. Beifeng’s eyelids, etched with the grooves of time, slowly lifted, those eyes that had seen a myriad of worldly changes, seemingly able to pierce through all illusions of the world.

His gaze passed over layers of Dongchang agents, ignoring the biting cold gleam of the Brocade Spring Sabers, directly reaching the dark serpent-patterned official sedan.

Through the gap in the sedan curtain, the dark serpent patterns surged, immense and imposing in majesty.

A few days ago, undercurrents surged throughout the capital alleys.

Although Mr. Beifeng lived in seclusion at Mingfo Temple, he had heard of the Eastern Depot Superintendent, whose power overshadowed the court.

Was using his minions to collect millennium-old ginseng, South Sea dragon musk, and other precious medicinal materials in droves.

These treasures, either life-prolonging or healing, were all priceless.

Recalling Cao Shi sneaking into Mingfo Temple a few days ago, lingering near the treasure vault under the cover of night, everything was clear as day.

The Dongchang Overseer had long coveted the temple’s secret millennium-old spiritual objects, and the rare tonic herbs painstakingly collected by generations of high monks.

"Click, click....."

The hundred-year-old Bodhi Buddha beads in Mr. Beifeng’s hand suddenly turned more swiftly.

The old monk’s voice was neither hurried nor slow, yet echoed in everyone’s heart like a mighty bell:

"Lord Superintendent!"

His hoarse voice carried a hot breath bursting forth, startling the drowsy birds on the treetops, "Our Mingfo Temple, with its morning bells and evening drums, does not involve itself in court disputes, nor worldly grudges."

"Today you surround our mountain gate with heavy troops, threatening with swords and sabers, do you intend to commit a monstrous sin in this pure land of Buddha?"

Before the words were fully spoken, Mr. Beifeng put his palms together, his clouded gaze sweeping over the sunburnt faces of the agents, finally fixing on the motionless sedan curtain.

"The sea of bitterness is boundless, turn back and there is the shore."

"I hope the Superintendent lays down the butcher knife, purifies his mind, and attains enlightenment right on this spot."

Inside the temple, all monks responded in unison, the chant of "Amitabha Buddha!" "Virtuous indeed, virtuous indeed!" swept over the mountain gate along with the summer heat.

Under the blazing sun, the reflection of the Eastern Depot agents and Jinyi Guards’ armors clashed fiercely, stirring an invisible wave in the steaming air.

Suddenly!

Inside the sedan, a tangible cold wind burst forth, abruptly cutting off the old monk’s Buddhist chant!

Simultaneously, blades of the Eastern Depot agents and Jinyi Guards were uniformly drawn three inches out of their sheaths, the cold light reflecting made the entire mountain of maple leaves lose color.

Inside the sedan, a thick mist filled with the breath of millennium-old black ice.

Lu Xuan lay leisurely reclined on a snow-fur soft cushion, his dark brocade robe draping over the edge of the armrest.

His well-defined fingers tapped on the frost-flowered jade armrest.

The specially designed sedan, completely sealing off the intense summer heat outside.

The swirling chill escaped through the sedan curtain gap, forming fine icy debris on the scorching ground.

"Old bald donkey, I’m not in the mood to listen to your sermons."

The moment the words left his mouth, he startled the monks opposite into glaring at him in indignation!

Yet Lu Xuan didn’t even bother to lift his eyes to look at Mr. Beifeng at the mountain gate.

Lu Xuan could sense, the immense aura surrounding Mr. Beifeng, flickering intermittently.

It was a force accumulated over years, hidden in a deep pool capable of overwhelming the seas.

But so what?

If he wanted to leave, no one in this world could stop him.

More so, Lu Xuan had made ample preparations before coming here.

Surrounding Dongchang agents and Jinyi Guards were the most elite forces of the Great Yu Country.

The seven thousand Dongchang agents were all top-notch experts, and the three thousand Jinyi Guards were no less than a hundred-house level in origin.

This ten-thousand iron cavalry, anyone picked at random could be a master of fighting a hundred enemies.

Moreover, at the rear of the formation, were three thousand pieces of state’s ultimate killing weapon, the Armor-Piercing Crossbow!

These secret killing devices made with enormous effort by the Great Yu Country, arrowheads forged from mysterious iron, aided by deer sinew for propulsion, capable of piercing through iron armor an inch thick within a hundred paces.

In the past Northern Border war, there had been the horrifying achievement of pinioning ten Martial Arts Grandmasters against the city walls with a single volley.