Chapter 579 - 378: Seven Treasure Glazed Lotus!

Chapter 579: Chapter 378: Seven Treasure Glazed Lotus!

The midday sun was still fierce, a stick of incense burned out, and wisps of blue smoke transformed into nothingness under the sun-drenched eaves.

Mr. Beifeng stood under the mottled flying eaves of Mingfo Temple, watching the Dongchang operatives at the foot of the mountain, their Brocade Spring Sabers shining coldly at their waists, and the Jinyi Guards’ fish-scale armor stirring up dust as they departed.

The wind swept over his shoulder, gathering the blood-stained deep red monk’s robe of dead monks, raising a few withered ginkgo leaves, which finally rustled down onto the moss-covered stone steps.

Suddenly, a golden beam flashed through Mr. Beifeng’s murky old eyes, causing ripples deep within his pupils.

In his mind, the eight-carriage palanquin painted with vermilion and gold reappeared.

The curtain half-hanging, that world-renowned master of Dongchang, reclined on mink cushions, wearing a dark python robe embroidered with exquisite gold thread.

Concealed under the green light of this ancient temple, Mr. Beifeng had never seen the true face of this man whose power reached all corners.

All information about this ruthless Dongchang leader was learned from the mouths of his disciples.

At any rate, this Mr. Lu’s name was always associated with terms like "overwhelming power" and "bloody storms."

People of Great Yu commented on his ruthless means, capable of turning clouds with a hand and bending the rain with another.

Rumor had it that the Dongchang leader had gathered many allies, with a large part of the imperial court and martial arts sects under his authority.

But after witnessing this Dongchang leader with his own eyes today, that lazy yet intimidating demeanor deeply etched itself into Mr. Beifeng’s mind.

His casual but all-knowing gaze even made this well-traveled monk, experienced in worldly warmth and coldness, feel a tremor in his heart.

A figure like Mr. Lu, despite living through over a hundred winters and summers, witnessing the rise and fall of dynasties and heroes emerging.

Yet, he had never seen someone so daring and unfathomable.

"Ah!"

A sigh of helplessness pierced the hot sunlight, and Mr. Beifeng slowly closed his eyes, clasping his hands together.

The temple’s bell sounded at the right time, the thick reverberation echoing through the valley.

"The world bustles for profit, the world hustles for gain."

"All living beings suffer; us, the ordained, can only use this ancient temple as a boat, and this green light as an oar, to do our meager best to pray for peace for all sentient beings."

Having said that, Mr. Beifeng turned around and stepped into Mingfo Temple. ℯℯ𝑙.

At the foot of the mountain, the sound of hooves faded into the distance.

People vie for power and wealth, the imperial court teems with intrigue, iron hooves shatter countless dreams of tranquility.

On blood-soaked land, white bones form a stairway to the heavens.

How many cities have turned to scorched earth, how many children have cried blood on the streets because of it.

Those ruthless blades swung for power have long shattered compassion and kindness into dust.

Even though Mr. Beifeng is the strongest under heaven, carrying peerless martial arts.

With a gesture capable of splitting mountains, the True Essence flowing through his palm can sweep away all obstacles.

Yet, facing this tidal wave of power struggles, against this vast web of desires woven by countless people, his strength seems so small.

In his youth, Mr. Beifeng once repelled bandits single-handedly, saving an entire village.

He also exhausted his Inner Strength to dispel plagues during an epidemic for the people.

But now, standing at the edge of Great Yu Country’s vortex of power, all he can do is watch the suffering of the masses.

Human power is ultimately limited; anyone who comes can never face this unstoppable world trend head-on!

Dynastic changes turn like the cycle of seasons; opportunists stride forward like moths to a flame, aware it’s a bottomless abyss, yet still mad with desire for power.

Mr. Beifeng gazed at the flickering candlelight in the temple, his heart filled with endless sorrow—when will the world’s suffering reach its end?

Dongchang!

The evening clouds roiled like a blood sea, the setting sun dyed the sky a thick blood-red.

Dongchang’s vermilion gate under these sinister shadows seemed soaked with the blood and tears of countless souls, shimmering with ominous dark gleam.

As the Dongchang leader’s procession slowly approached the gate, a few gray-clad little eunuchs curled up like frightened birds in the shadows cast by the screen wall.

Their thin figures trembled continuously in the blood-red light, their coarse clothes soaked with cold sweat, sticking to their hunched backs.

The very central eunuch clutched a painted gold, vermilion wooden box tightly.

His face was as pale as the remaining rays of the setting sun, his Adam’s apple rolling up and down as if swallowing immense fear.

"Stop!"

A shout tore through the stagnant air.

The twelve Taibao of Dongchang dressed in silver-white garments, fish patterns embroidered loomed at the edge, and their Brocade Spring Sabers flashed three inches out, intertwining with the setting sun into a dazzling net of light.

Leading the group was Cao Er; his smile did not yet reach his eyes, and his triangular eyes fixed upon the exposed golden silk at the box’s seam.

Such items are only carried out of the palace by decree eunuchs.

The other Taibao exchanged meaningful glances, and the rustle of crushing leaves beneath the boots faintly spelled unease.

Eunuchs stepping into Dongchang usually indicate carrying the emperor’s orders.

Yet this unusual action instantly tightened twelve pairs of eyes.

In the morning, His Majesty urgently summoned the head of the Thirteen Taibao, Cao Yi, into the palace for rewards, and now dispatches someone with an edict, which is quite intriguing.

Cao Jin and Cao Haosheng’s expressions were grave; they suddenly recalled Cao Yi’s completely indifferent attitude when he left earlier.

An inexplicable chill shot from the tailbone to the crown of the twelve Taibao present at Dongchang.

Cao Er’s lips curled into a seemingly harmless but dangerously concealed smile.