But after all, he was the head of a hall, a worldly martial monk, how could he endure it? Imdiately, he slamd his heavy Zen stick onto the ground, with a crack, the green bricks collapsed, bursting into cobweb-like cracks, and he shouted angrily:
"Zhao Douan! Don’t push people too far! You have a grudge with Da Jing, if you have the ability, go find him, hiding behind the troops and oppressing people with power, what does that count as? Divine Dragon Temple is a sacred place of Buddhism, withdraw quickly, or don’t bla Buddha for giving no face to the court!"
He was still relatively calm, not daring to really make a move.
Zhao Douan frowned slightly, as if annoyed by the noise, finally glanced at him, shook his head, and sneered:
"Don’t know what’s going on, yet still claiming not to be a small fry?"
He could see that although this person’s cultivation was not weak, within the temple he was probably just a gatekeeper, unable to access the high-level decisions of Divine Dragon Temple.
Far inferior to Bian Ji.
"However, you reminded , it seems that without crippling you, this small fry, it’s impossible to intimidate the entire temple’s monks, making them obediently surrender. In that case, it’s just right to use you to try out my sword."
Zhao Douan’s tone shifted, he smiled lightly, raised his right hand to level it, and a Jinyi imdiately handed over the Chasing Saber they were holding with both hands.
This weapon was exquisitely crafted, the scabbard was square and simple, embedded with precious gemstones, shimring with a treasure’s brilliance, which, when placed in a study, was a beautiful object.
Who could have thought, it was also a weapon with no small history of killing?
"What are you going to do?" The head of the Arhat Hall was stunned, surprised that this re docunted Zhao Douan dared to draw his sword on him.
His expression changed and he said:
"Do you think that with power, we dare not fight back? Letting you slaughter us? You should know even a clay Bodhisattva has so anger, if you annoy , with just one Zen stick, I will make you..."
Zhao Douan gripped the hilt with his right hand, his brow lowered, and his eyes were cold:
"Noisy!"
At this mont, his official robe beca increasingly crimson, seemingly changing in style.
His hairpin snapped, black hair cascaded like a waterfall, one of his eyes remained clear, but the other turned an eerie silver.
In the depths of the silver eyeball, the dark gold face-armored bridal female sorcerer opened her eyes coldly.
The Qi Sea roared, Qi chanism and Mana madly poured into the hilt simultaneously.
A strong sense of danger enveloped the hearts of everyone!
The head of the Arhat Hall’s face changed dramatically, feeling the threat of death, unable to think carefully, his stout hands crossed the several hundred jin Zen stick in front of him, a phantom Golden Bell Shield began to condense around him.
Zhao Douan had already drawn his sword!
"Clang!"
A flash of dazzling blade light illuminated the entire courtyard, at this mont, Zhao Douan simultaneously mobilized both his own and Pei Niannu’s forces, rging into this single slash.
His Qi Sea Inner Strength evaporated more than half instantly!
The blade of the Chasing Saber burst with dazzling light, an illusory character "镇" vaguely appeared, then, the majestic blade light descended like a breach in the Milky Way.
"Bang!"
The heavy Zen stick in the hands of the head of the Arhat Hall let out a groan of unbearable weight, sliced in two by the blade light, and the not yet fully ford Golden Bell Shield shattered!
The crisp sound of bones cracking, mixed with screams, the massive Arhat martial monk was utterly powerless, as if hit head-on by a speeding train, flung backward!
He crashed with a "boom" against a clock inside a pavilion, spat out blood, leaned against the clock, his head tilted, fainted, with a vertical knife wound splitting open at the brow, and scarlet blood flowed like tears!
"Dang——"
The temple fell silent, only the echoing chi of the clock reverberated.
Defeated?!
The worldly middle realm head of the Arhat Hall, actually seriously wounded and defeated in just one round?!
This outco left everyone stunned.
Not only the Divine Dragon Temple’s side, even the governnt officers of the Imperial Court were dumbfounded.
Haitang’s bright eyes were wide open, her lips slightly parted, staring dazedly at Zhao Douan who suddenly drew his sword.
Zhang Han’s nearly dropped the seven-foot sword in his hand, the forr top combat power of Nine Halls in the Imperial Court, now looked dazed, as if dreaming.
One slash? Seriously wounded the head of the Arhat Hall?
Did Zhao Douan advance to the worldly realm?
No!
Even an ordinary worldly realm could not do this, one must know, the head of the Arhat Hall was a middle-grade worldly realm!
Even if a high-grade fought a middle-grade, it wouldn’t be this one-sided, right?
So... Could it be Zhao Douan, unseen for months, has already reached worldly perfection? Becoming a master comparable to Senior Brother Qingshan or Duan Shuiliu?
The group of Jinyi in the Imperial Court were buzzing in their heads, unable to believe it.
Of course, they didn’t know that Zhao Douan’s actual cultivation was only on par with the head of the Arhat Hall.
If considering that his cultivation wasn’t gained through diligent cultivation, but a rush-job of dual cultivation, cannon fire boosting, like pulling up shoots to help them grow... In terms of cultivation, Zhao Douan was inferior.
But alas, this slash was equivalent to two worldly realm experts striking with all their might together, combined with Li Yanfu’s treasured impressive "Chasing Saber", only then did it have such power.
As the price, Zhao Douan’s Qi Sea was mostly consud, and he couldn’t slash like this again.
"re small fry, can’t even withstand one slash from , yet dare to boast loudly."
Zhao Douan flicked his wrist, nonchalantly pushing the Chasing Saber back into its scabbard, held by the Jinyi.
Looking indifferent, his gaze swept over the monks in front:
"If you don’t want to die, obediently surrender."
The group of martial monks fell silent, and after a mont, soone led the way, the first iron rod was thrown to the ground.
Soon after, one by one, the martial monks laid down their weapons, giving up resistance.
They knew very well, even if the entire temple fought with all its might, they could resist these governnt officers, but here is the capital, inevitably they have only one path to destruction.
"If you won’t drink a toast, then you’ll drink a forfeit." Zhao Douan sneered, handing over the task of arresting to his subordinates, then looked towards the shivering Guest Monk in the corner:
"Where is Bian Ji?"
The Guest Monk’s face was ashen, shaking his head:
"I...I don’t know... the Mage has not shown up for days, I only know that the last ti was in Jizhao Temple, after that, whereabouts unknown."
What was Bian Ji doing in a nunnery? Zhao Douan felt a stir, casually called over a Jinyi:
"You, go investigate the situation in the Jizhao Temple across."
He highly suspected that Bian Ji had escaped with Xuan Yin.
Compared to the monks present, although Bian Ji wasn’t a Bodhisattva, he was undoubtedly part of the high echelon of the Divine Dragon Temple, at least a confidant of Xuan Yin.
There was no reason not to take him along.
"You all stay here, confiscate the temple’s properties, and cultivation materials, after today, everything in this temple belongs to the court."
Leaving this last sentence behind, Zhao Douan stepped into the depth of the Divine Dragon Temple, reaching the outer area of the Buddhist Temple where Xuan Yin secluded himself annually.
Without hesitation, he forcefully pushed the door open, with a creak, sunlight spilled in from behind him, into the empty Buddhist Temple.
The spacious and solemn Buddhist Temple was empty, even the incense on the offering table had long extinguished for days.
"It’s just as Zhenbao said, the old monk has been gone for quite a few days..."
Zhao Douan murmured, stepping inside to the side of a ditation mat, using his foot to flip the large wooden fish on the floor, making a "dong" sound, which sounded like nothing valuable.
He looked up, just in ti to see the extrely large, gilded Buddha statue overlooking him.
It was the idol of the Worldly Venerate Divine.
The Worldly Venerate’s eyes were rciful, overlooking the world, as Zhao Douan looked up at this giant statue, almost towering over the temple’s ceiling, he just felt himself as tiny as a speck of dust.
His mind and body were completely at peace.
He didn’t know how much ti had passed when footsteps sounded outside the Buddhist Temple, accompanied by Haitang’s call:
"Zhao Douan, there’s sothing here, co have a look."
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