He Lan Tianxia

Murong Junlan was trapped in a basement of Anqiao Temple. Jiang He and the others were trapped somewhere, probably because they were feared to be too strong if they joined forces, so they were imprisoned separately.

As night fell, the abbot entered with several monks.

"Well, Prince Murong, have you made up your mind?" The abbot asked, looking confident.

"I have nothing to exchange with you." Murong Junlan was thinking about something else.

“Very well, since Your Highness feels that your life is less important than a corpse, then this old monk will grant your wish. Guards…”

"what……"

"Abbot, something terrible has happened!" A monk rushed in from outside.

Abbot: "What is it?"

The monk, breathless, said, "Abbot, those people have been rescued."

The abbot was furious: "They rescued them? A bunch of useless trash!" After saying that, the abbot turned and left.

No sooner had the abbot left than a small figure darted in. He deftly used a thin needle to unlock the iron lock, followed by Little Leaf's voice: "Big brother, are you there?"

Murong Junlan was startled and hurriedly stood up: "Little Yezi, how did you get in? Quickly, get out."

*Clap clap clap.* The lights in the dark room suddenly came on, and the abbot's face gleamed with cunning. His voice rang out sharply: "Very good, my trick of 'luring the enemy into a trap' has easily brought them in. Men, bring the others in from outside as well."

“Abbot, won’t there be any problems if we trap them together?” a monk reminded him.

"What future troubles? Just set up a Vajra Formation outside and cover it with an iron net. Even if Buddha himself descended to earth, he couldn't do anything to anyone."

Jiang He and several others, bound hand and foot, were pushed in one after another. "Prince Murong, let me know when you've made up your mind, but my patience is limited." After saying this, the abbot left with his men.

"Your Highness, what should we do?" Jiang He asked worriedly.

"Yes, now only Lingyi is outside. Prince Murong, you have to think of something."

Murong Junlan didn't respond; he was already thinking of a solution. Seeing that Prince Murong remained silent, everyone quieted down.

"Xiao Yezi, help them untie." Xiao Yezi wasn't familiar with these people and wasn't sure whether he should go over. Hearing the order, he ran over and quickly untied them.

"Your Highness, isn't the abbot afraid that by putting us together, we'll outnumber him and demolish his Dark Wood Temple?"

“If they couldn’t trap us, we would have been captured alive. Now that they’ve trapped us, he’ll be even more at ease.” Murong Junlan wanted to think of a way out quietly. He told everyone to get some sleep and recharge before making a decision.

While everyone was still confused, Murong Junlan took out the Vajra Formation manual given to him by the old man from his pocket and began to read it. As he read, his tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.

The biggest difference between the Vajra Formation and the Silver Vajra Formation is that one seeks stillness within chaos, while the other seeks chaos within stillness. The abbot's current Silver Vajra Formation is precisely this: seeking chaos within stillness, seeking chaos within stillness, seeking chaos within stillness, and seeking stillness within chaos? Murong Junlan pondered repeatedly. Just as Xiao Yezi approached, Murong Junlan had an idea. He quietly instructed Xiao Yezi to wake them up; actually, none of them had slept very deeply, only rested for a short while.

"Set up the formation," Murong Junlan instructed in a low voice.

"Set up an array? What kind of array?" Luo Xie was the first to ask.

"That little silver... Vajra Formation of theirs..." Murong Junlan almost blurted out the secret manual.

"Your Highness, none of us know how to do this." Jiang He scratched his head.

“That’s right,” Luo Xie and the old pine tree spirit replied in unison.

"Arrange them randomly, just do exactly how they arranged them." Murong Junlan taught everyone the two key points of the secret manual.

"I know how," Xiao Yezi said confidently. "Grandpa already taught me those two secret techniques a long time ago."

"I taught it to you long ago?" Murong Junlan was a little confused. Didn't the old man repeatedly tell him to learn the secret manual and teach it to Xiao Yezi? He didn't expect that Xiao Yezi had already learned it. He pulled Xiao Yezi to sit down next to him, took out the secret manual and showed it to Xiao Yezi. Xiao Yezi smiled.

"Big brother, I've already read this manual and memorized it."

Murong Junlan felt like he was being teased: "..." He casually tossed the book to Xiao Yezi, who caught it immediately.

Little Yezi quickly flipped to page one hundred and pointed to a word for Murong Junlan: "Big brother, Grandpa said that this word is very important at crucial moments."

Murong Junlan looked over and saw a unique character for "array" displayed above. It seemed that asking everyone to set up an array was the right thing to do. He vaguely felt that the old man's request to pass on the secret manual to Xiao Yezi was a pretense; his real intention was to pass it on to him. Had the old man foreseen their current predicament?

Xiao Yezi stuffed the manual back into Murong Junlan's hands and whispered to him, "Big brother, I'll be the core of the Little Vajra Formation. You all just need to sit in your seats and recite the two lines of the mantra."

Murong Junlan said, "Okay."

Looking at where everyone was seated, Xiao Yezi whispered in Murong Junlan's ear, "Grandpa said this formation will win."

Murong Junlan nodded in agreement, but he was secretly plotting something else.

"Amitabha, are you trying to scare children?" The abbot entered the basement early the next morning and saw a few people sitting there of varying ages. He couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Such a idiotic formation. I thought Prince Murong had some great ability. It seems that I overestimated you, Prince Murong."

The others ignored him, focusing instead on their own mental exercises, keeping their eyes and noses closed.

"Guards, seize this brat!" The abbot swung his staff.

Whoosh. Several gusts of wind were extremely fierce. Apart from Xiao Yezi and Murong Junlan, who remained somewhat calm, everyone else present couldn't help but want to make a move.

With a "whoosh," the abbot's staff struck an invisible barrier. Everyone present gaped in astonishment. Prince Murong and the abbot were especially shocked. For the first time, the prince felt there was a martial art more powerful than his own. And the abbot? This seemingly idiotic Little Vajra Formation appeared to be superior to theirs. Could this be the great secret hidden by the abbot and that old codger?

The key to the formation was actually Little Leaf? The abbot was filled with doubt, his mind quickly processing the information. He had fought this little fellow before; a mere child, he had no real skill. Looking at Murong Junlan at the rear of the formation, his calm and collected demeanor convinced him that the crucial person was Prince Murong. Therefore, the abbot put away his staff, told the monks to stop, and stared intently at Murong Junlan.

Murong Junlan felt the sharp gaze, but he didn't respond, because Xiao Yezi had said everyone just needed to focus on the mental cultivation method. Murong Junlan took a deep breath, completely ignoring the abbot's piercing gaze outside the Small Vajra Formation. At this moment, Prince Murong had a completely different opinion of Xiao Yezi and the Vajra Formation manual.