Chapter 931: Chapter 225: One Hundred Thousand Devotees Send Off the Holy Monk
“The main base of the Sand Thieves is in the Sukhbaatar Gobi, Guardian Ganfansina was beheaded, and the Holy Woman was abducted?!”
In the main hall of the Krakow Temple, as Host Jiu Da and the temple guards heard the report and looked at the wounded leader of the Divine Guards, they exchanged glances.
Hyderabad is a vassal of Ned, and Krakow is directly under the Veda Temple, so at every celebration, Krakow would build a golden float to offer the most beautiful Holy Woman to the Holy City as a sign of loyalty to the royal family and the temple.
But now, although the golden float was still there, the Holy Woman had been taken away. This was not only a challenge to Krakow but also a declaration of war against the Veda and the royal family.
“Guardian Ganfansina was a mighty Asura warrior. Only a fighter of his caliber could kill him and break the enchantnts on the golden float. It seems that the leader of the Sand Thieves is undoubtedly the culprit. But would Ganfansina die fighting for the Holy Woman?”
The abduction was peculiar, but the most pressing issue was how to bring the Great Zen Master coming to the Holy City. The death of a guardian wasn’t much for Krakow. Jiu Da suppressed his doubts and comforted Bangalore, “Child, there’s no need to mourn. The brave Guardian Ganfansina shed his last drop of blood protecting the Holy Woman. His spirit will surely ascend to the temple with the guidance of the guardian gods, and the bravery of the Divine Guards has been seen by the heavens. Go rest now, the guardian gods will punish these demons.”
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After sending off Bangalore and calming the other guardians, Jiu Da went alone to the side hall, respectfully repeated the events to the Daoist Priest inside, and asked, “Daoist Priest, do you think this will affect our plans?”
The anxious tone of the old monk made Feng You chuckle, “What are you afraid of? A guardian has died, a Holy Woman has been lost. Once you beco the head of the Feitian Sect, you’ll be able to do whatever you want. Why fear such a trivial band of Sand Thieves?”
“The Daoist Priest is absolutely right,” Jiu Da said with a forced laugh, seeking approval, “Daoist Priest, the Tower Master will surely keep his promise, right?”
At the hint of probing, the atmosphere in the side hall turned chilling, “Are you doubting the Tower Master?” the Bone Taoist asked sternly.
“Not at all,” Jiu Da quickly apologized, “I’m rely worried that even upon becoming the head of the sect, I won’t have the ti to properly carry out the Tower Master’s orders, hence the trepidation.”
“Don’t worry. If the Xiushi Emperor weren’t so unyielding, the Tower Master wouldn’t have chosen you,” the Bone Taoist said indifferently from the side hall. “According to the doctrine of the Feitian Sect, only the Asura King can succeed as the head. Now, in the entire Feitian Clan, there are only two Asura Kings left: you and the Xiushi Emperor. Once the Xiushi Emperor is dead, you will be the only one left. Then you will rule over the Wilderness. As such a powerful ally, the Blood Tower will not let go of you. As soon as you ascend to the seat of the sect head, the Divine Pills will be sent to the Wilderness to prolong your life.”
With that assurance, Jiu Da felt greatly relieved and left the side hall with thanks.
A day later, Great Zen Master Liaoyin arrived at the Krakow Temple. Jiu Da, together with the temple guards, went out to et him and ushered the true protector of the Wilderness into the hall.
As the only person present who understood the official language, Jiu Da naturally beca the only one capable of communicating with Master Liaoyin.
“Master Liaoyin, the man wearing the Gou Chen Mask has an incredibly high level of cultivation. Not only can he command the thunder, but his physical techniques have also reached the master level, his fists dance like dragons, and he emanates the roar of tigers and leopards. A few days ago, he broke into Krakow. If it weren’t for the temple’s magical array, Jiu Da would have almost died at his hands.”
“Nammo Duan Yi Ba Yu Chu Ming Buddha,” Master Liaoyin chanted with his hands clasped together before lightly saying to Jiu Da, “Jiu Da Chan Master, I have co here not only wanting to et this powerful individual who can wield the thunder but also with an edict from the head of the Feitian Sect.”
With that, Master Liaoyin took out a scroll from his ample kasaya and handed it to Jiu Da.
Jiuda respectfully took the scroll and unfolded it; it was an order from the Xiushi Emperor, summoning him to the Holy City to explain the process concerning Keluta’s death.
To say it was an explanation was essentially no different from a power grab. Perhaps once, Kelaho was inconsequential to the Feitian Clan, but with more and more followers gathering, Hyderabad had beco the largest city in the Wilderness, second only to Ned. Given Xiushi Emperor’s strong possessiveness and desire for control, he would never let Jiuda preside over Kelaho again. As for Keluta, he was rely an excuse.
If it had been earlier, even if Jiuda saw the summons, he would have done his best to avoid it, but with the Bone Taoist’s support, he wished nothing more than to rush to the Holy City and settle the score with the Xiushi Emperor once and for all.
He might have once doubted the Bone Taoist’s strength, but watching the skeletal figure effortlessly stop Tang Luo’s strike, his respect for the Bone Taoist’s power beca absolute. Together, they would surely kill the Xiushi Emperor with ease.
Feitian could exist without an emperor, but the temple absolutely needed a pope. No matter how reluctant the Feitian imperial family was, they had no choice but to acknowledge his succession to the papacy.
Although he was elated inside, Jiuda pretended to be troubled as he said, “Since the pope has summoned , Jiuda must obey. Once I hand over the temple affairs to several Law Protectors, I will set forth imdiately.”
Jiuda’s compliance surprised Liaoyin. After chanting a Buddhist mantra, he smiled and nodded at Jiuda, saying, “Reverend Jiuda’s realm is profound, truly worthy of the holy monk’s na. Please inform us of the whereabouts of the strong man.”
“The Divine Guards stationed in Hyderabad said that they saw him wandering around the Divine Mountain with soone a few days ago. Later, they saw him break into the clouds and vanish. Presumably, he should be sowhere around the summit of the Divine Mountain.”
“Namo the Buddha who severs doubt and eradicates desire.” Liaoyin softly chanted the mantra, transford into a golden Buddha light, and vanished from the spot, leaving behind only the ethereal words, “In that case, this old monk shall go and et this mighty one who wields thunder to forge his way for thousands of miles.”
Two days later, in Hyderabad City.
When the followers learned that the holy monk Jiuda had been summoned back to the Holy City by the church and would be leaving the temple, they gathered on the divine pathway of Hyderabad City.
The road was so long, the people so many, looking east there was no end in sight, looking west, the tail was unseen. The followers wore garnts symbolizing their faith, their heads wrapped in black veils, with only their eyes visible, all filled with sorrow.
Old n with silver hair, young couples, and even young children all stood solemnly on either side of the divine pathway, watching the splendid carriage carrying the holy monk Jiuda approaching.
The divine hearse moved slowly forward, stirring the hearts of millions of followers. Many people ran after it down the divine pathway.
The followers so wished the carriage would stop, wished the holy monk would co out and say a word, but from beginning to end, Jiuda never showed his face.
The divine hearse gradually moved away, passing through the city gates of Hyderabad, eventually disappearing into the vast expanse of the Wilderness.
Yet the followers still stood facing the direction in which the hearse had gone, standing silently, hoping, as if waiting for the holy monk to return to Hyderabad once more.
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