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Chapter 559: On the verge of breaking out

Shengci Temple refuses all pilgrims today.

At the mountain gate, two monks from the third heaven were checking everyone who could come in one by one. These people were either great monks who had registered in the temple a long time ago, or important figures in the military and political affairs of Yizhou.

"Donor, our temple is not accepting guests today."

The monk stopped Zhao Yushu.

"The two monks in the Dabei Temple who entered first know me. You can pass the message on. Also, the one behind me is the Chang'an Angel. Master Li Hai also knows me."

The monk was shocked. There was no reason why he wouldn't know this kind of person.

"Just say, Mr. Six is ​​here."

Zhao Yushu and his companions were the first to arrive at Shengci Temple after Zhang Hong and his companions. The rest were still on the way. Most of the mortal monks were ordered to stay in their own rooms and not go out. Only a few disciples with cultivation were left to watch over the temple. The huge temple was eerily quiet at this time.

"Where are they fighting?"

Bujie turned around and looked at this astonishingly large Buddhist temple. Compared with this one, the Mirage Temple that he had built with great effort was not even as big as a side hall.

"What's the point of fighting? The Pandita from Tibet today is a mortal. We need to be reasonable."

Bujie sneered: "If we can reason with them, Yizhou wouldn't be in such a mess. In the end, we still have to rely on fists."

"How can a monk like you be more violent than me? You should be in Puxian Pavilion. I can feel the spiritual power of the formation there from such a distance."

Zhao Yushu carried Li Qi on his back and led the way, while Bujie followed behind in a gray robe. They passed through one hall after another and arrived at the spacious square of Puxian Pavilion.

A bronze bell stands in the center of the square.

King Kong sat in front of the bell, his breath was quite unstable. Even if he used a secret method to injure Zhang Hong and Miao Ming, how could he withstand a full-strength attack from two outer scene great masters?

Two fellow disciples from the Dabei Temple, whose physical fitness was even worse than his, were sitting in front of him. There was no tension or verbal sparring as Zhao Yushu had imagined. The three of them were sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed, trying their best to recover their physical condition.

"Brother, wait for me here for a while."

Zhao Yushu said hello to Bujie, carried Li Qi on his back, walked past a few monks and went straight into Puxian Pavilion, and came to the door of Master Li Hai.

The door opened automatically. Li Hai glanced at Li Qi behind Zhao Yushu and pointed at his simple wooden bed.

Zhao Yushu put Li Qi on the bed: "Master, are you going down too?"

Li Hai smiled and said, "This is a matter concerning Buddhism. How can I sit back and do nothing? It's nothing but death anyway."

Zhao Yushu saluted with his hands clasped together, and walked downstairs with Li Hai. Zhao Yushu directly took three cushions and gave one to Li Hai and Bujie respectively, keeping one for himself, and let the remaining three monks sit on the cold ground.

They are not afraid of the cold anyway, Zhao Yushu thought cautiously, adjusted his position and sat facing the door.

Who will come next?

The first one to arrive was Du Wu. Although this was not a battlefield and he was just a mortal, Du Wu was still dressed in military uniform. Without even a monk to protect him, he walked in with a majestic horse and a sword. After looking around, he sat down far away from everyone without saying a word. The friction of his armor was very harsh.

To him, this is also a battlefield.

The next person to arrive was Cao Zheng. Mr. Cai and two monk guards were left outside the temple. Cao Zheng rubbed his hands. The sun had not yet fully come out and the air was still a little cold.

After seeing Zhao Yushu, Cao Zheng was stunned for a moment: "How should I address you, sir?"

"White Horse Academy, ranked sixth, Zhao Yushu."

Cao Zheng gave a bitter smile and sat down next to Du Wu. He immediately felt the ground was very cold and stared at the cushion under Zhao Yushu's seat.

"It's inside, take it yourself."

Zhao Yushu didn't want to give it to him, so Cao Zheng had to pick up two himself and share them with Du Wu.

"Who else is missing?"

Bujie looked at the increasing number of people and asked in a low voice.

"The real master hasn't arrived yet, the Tibetan Pandita."

"Oh, then what does he do?" Then he pointed at the big monk Vajra.

"We can't agree on the one responsible for the fight, but judging from the way he looks, he's probably good enough to fight."

King Kong suddenly opened his eyes: "It's more than enough to beat two trash of the sixth and seventh heavens."

Zhao Yushu immediately leaned back: "Oh, I'm so scared. If we hadn't defeated King Puxian, I would have been scared by you."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone except Zhang Hong and Miao Ming looked over. What the hell? You, a sixth-level master, defeated the inner scene Samantabhadra? Are you still asleep or are we still asleep? Even if you are the sixth master of the academy, you can't brag like this, right?

He just mentioned "we", which means the old monk beside him is also involved? Who is this?

"I wonder where this senior monk is from?"

Li Hai bowed to Bu Jie.

"Master, you are embarrassing him. He is very young, at least two generations younger than you. He just grew up a little too fast."

Zhao Yushu laughed, Bujie glared at him and said, "I am Bujie, doing odd jobs at Longmen Mirage Temple."

If it weren’t him, he would only have the seventh level.

Could it be that other teachers from the academy have arrived?

If the academy is determined to snatch it away, who can stop it here?

Everyone's minds were in chaos at this moment.

Outside the Shengci Temple, the carriage stopped. Pandita slowly got off the carriage and looked at Miaoyinhai and his group following behind him. He smiled slightly and said, "My legs and feet are not good. If the goddess doesn't mind, can you help me?"

Miaoyinhai hesitated for a moment. She and Pandita walked very slowly. Looking at the carriages and horses not far away, many people should have arrived. If she helped him in now, what would it mean in the eyes of others? Bonism bowed to Tantra?

"Isn't it okay for a little girl to help an old man out of kindness?"

There was even a hint of pleading in the Pandita's tone.

Miaoyinhai could no longer refuse, so he stepped forward, lifted up Pandita's thin arm, and stepped into the gate of Shengci Temple, while all of their attendants and guards were left outside.

"We're all here."

Bujie looked at the old monk and the young girl who walked in. The show was finally about to begin.

"No, not yet."

Zhao Yushu's eyes were cold.

"Still missing?"

Not only did he not quit, others also began to wonder, who else was missing?

Zhao Yushu stood up, took a deep breath, exhaled and started talking, his voice echoing over Shengci Temple.

"Does the Left Envoy dare to face the Heavenly Sword head on, but now he wants to hide his head and show his tail?"

Left Envoy?

A gust of wind blew away the little remaining mist that was dried up by the rising sun. The leader, dressed in black, hung in the air above Shengci Temple, with the sleeve of his right arm empty.

"Zhao Yushu, I have rarely looked down on anyone in my life, even your master is the same. He has a lot of skills but is timid when doing things. But you are an exception. Monk Li Hai, are you going to release the formation and let me in, or am I going to fight my way in?"

Li Hai lowered his head and chanted a Buddhist name, then waved his hands. A crack appeared in the golden formation and the leader descended from the sky.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. I am only here to watch the ceremony today and will not take any action rashly."

Looking at Zhang Hong and Miao Ming with fire in their eyes, the leader sat down next to Zhao Yushu with a swagger.

"In that case, let's get started."

When the pandita came up to him, Vajra immediately stood up and rushed to the Samantabhadra Pavilion and brought a cushion for the pandita to sit on.

Pandita gently stroked the bronze bell and said, "Brother Yanhui, we have finally come to this day."