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Even so, although Lu Chen and the others were at a disadvantage with no advantages on the Human Book, he remained calm and showed no signs of distress. On the contrary, he stood still with a mysterious smile on his face, completely unmoving.
"Ancestor, let's show them some color. It seems these bald donkeys will not easily submit to us today; they are determined to protect the remnants of the previous dynasty and are colluding with each other. As I serve the emperor, there should be no slackening on our part," Lu Chen said to Yuanmo Laozu beside him, his tone slow and relaxed, clearly overflowing with confidence.
At this moment, Yuanmo Laozu, who was behind Lu Chen, manifested in human form as an extraordinarily beautiful young boy under twenty years old. His long black hair fell to his shoulders, and he wore all black, giving him a somewhat eerie appearance.
However, the high monks of Eastern Shaolin were discerning individuals; they could see that among this group, this mysterious boy was the most formidable. It was likely that no one in their entire temple could match him. This was why they dared not act rashly. They were determined to protect Huangfu Zhen but also did not want to become enemies with Lu Chen and his group because Lu Chen's side exuded overwhelming momentum and heavy killing intent. Although they had numbers on their side, they had no advantage.
Indeed, at this moment in Eastern Shaolin Temple, despite their numbers, they held no advantage. They understood the disparity in strength; the combination of the Mysterious Boy, the Treasure Guardian Beast, and Lu Chen was incredibly powerful. If a fight broke out, they would not come out unscathed and could suffer significant losses—who knew how many would die? It seemed there was no opportunity for resolution.
As soon as Lu Chen spoke, without hesitation, Yuanmo Laozu's body flickered strangely and immediately left the crowd at a speed invisible to the naked eye. He directly ambushed one of the Four Great Kings. The king who was ambushed stood frozen in place, unable to move even slightly. His eyes widened as if he had received a tremendous shock; his pupils dilated in horror.
Quickly, Yuanmo Laozu retreated back to stand in front of Lu Chen at an uncanny speed and coldly regarded the monks before him without any hesitation or carelessness—meticulously serious without even a hint of a smile.
The king who had been ambushed suddenly raised his hand to cover his chest, disbelief etched on his face as he realized he had sustained serious injuries. Indeed, he immediately opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood that blossomed like flowers in the air before scattering into the atmosphere. This scene shocked everyone; even a king had been injured.
The Four Great Kings of Eastern Shaolin Temple were formidable beings—peak experts of Elysium of Longevity—only a step away from being War Gods. Yet under Yuanmo Laozu's ambush, one was injured and spitting blood; for a Qi Master to spit blood indicated internal injuries.
Given the king's expression and current state, it was evident that his injuries were severe.
The king himself realized his predicament and stood frozen in place as if bitten by a seven-step snake; any movement could lead to his flesh disintegrating and bursting apart. In his current condition, he dared not move recklessly because he lacked the strength to do so. If it weren't for his willpower and martial spirit sustaining him, he would have collapsed long ago. He recognized Yuanmo Laozu's terrifying nature—killing without leaving a trace.
The extent of Yuanmo Laozu's terror cannot simply be described as killing without leaving a trace because he had just assassinated a high-level Qi Master from Elysium of Longevity—the guardian king of Eastern Shaolin—who was infinitely close to being a War God. To assassinate such an existence required profound cultivation. Thus, Yuanmo Laozu's level of terror is beyond easy description; it is simply terrifying.
At this moment, the other three kings hurriedly abandoned their enemies and gathered together, wary of Lu Chen and Yuanmo Laozu ahead. The king who had been ambushed raised his hand to signal them not to act rashly, both because he was severely injured and because he realized the terror of Yuanmo Laozu, which was definitely beyond what they could handle.
Despite the many monks surrounding them, all of whom were experts from Monk Tang and the Discipline Hall, they did not dare to move recklessly. Everyone was aware of Yuanmo Laozu's fearsome presence. Moreover, behind him were Lu Chen and the Treasure Guardian Beast, who had yet to make a move or reveal their abilities. This was the most terrifying aspect that they had to guard against.
At this point, they all recognized a situation: these individuals were beyond their capability to confront. It was not merely a matter of numbers giving them an advantage; they were on entirely different levels. The only one who could potentially resolve this situation was Abbot.
"Quickly summon the eight Bodhisattvas and have Master Abbot come here," the host said in a flustered tone, instructing a novice nearby to fetch the Abbot of Eastern Shaolin and the other eight Bodhisattvas to suppress the scene; otherwise, it would be disastrous.
At Eastern Shaolin Temple, aside from the formidable Abbot Zuyin and the Four Great Kings, there were also the Nine Great Bodhisattvas. The host present was one of the Nine Great Bodhisattvas; besides him, there were eight others equally powerful, but they were not on site.
The Nine Great Bodhisattvas and Abbot Zuyin were rarely seen even among disciples within Eastern Shaolin Temple. Only the Four Great Kings frequently appeared in the temple to handle various matters. Abbot Zuyin had been secluded in Illusory Void Mountain for years without showing himself, while each of the Nine Great Bodhisattvas had their own caves and seldom met outsiders. It had been decades since anyone had seen them, with some rumors suggesting that they had already passed away or achieved Nirvana.
However, judging by the host's demeanor now, it seemed that this was not the case. Abbot Zuyin and the Nine Great Bodhisattvas were not dead; they were simply in seclusion for cultivation. If one considered their cultivation levels when they were still active, it was likely that half of the Nine Great Bodhisattvas had become War Gods. As for Abbot Zuyin, he was probably at least a Void Immortal at level four or five.
Within Eastern Shaolin Temple, only Patriarch Zuyin had attained Soul cultivation; the other eight Bodhisattvas, Four Great Kings, and numerous disciples were purely martial Qi Masters. Besides the Four Great Kings, the most formidable were indeed the Nine Great Bodhisattvas. Their prowess was exemplified by an incident where Lu Chen encountered Iron Silk used by Eastern Shaolin Monk Soldiers on Wind Blind Island; that silk-spitting iron thread was nurtured by one of those Bodhisattvas. Each of the Nine Great Bodhisattvas possessed unique abilities; although they rarely appeared, their deterrent power remained undiminished.
In recent years, as external events stirred up chaos, rumors about them became increasingly wild, almost elevating them to mythical status in people's minds. The Nine Great Bodhisattvas were not just mythologized; they might indeed be real legends.
Sure enough, shortly after the novice ran into the temple and navigated through several twists and turns to reach the back mountain, he headed straight up a nearby hill. It seemed he truly went to summon Abbot and the Nine Great Bodhisattvas; this situation might not be fabricated but rather genuine.
Not long after, a deep voice resonated: "Who is making noise here and disturbing the sleeping Buddha? Amitabha, good! Good!"
This deep voice echoed like rippling water within a ten-mile radius, clearly heard by everyone present.
"Impressive, the Void Immortal has reached the fourth realm," Yuanmo Laozu murmured as he stood before Lu Chen. He was not speaking to anyone in particular; it was just a thought he shared with himself, having discovered a peer of comparable strength.
However, comparable only meant so much. Yuanmo Laozu was already a master of the Five Realms of the Void Immortal, possessing the five aspects of Yin Spirit.
Upon hearing this voice, Lu Chen felt a jolt in his spirit and immediately sensed the pressure; this person was indeed very strong.
"Amitabha, it is Master Abbot. I am Lu Chen, the Loyalty Duke of the Daiwa Dynasty. I have come to Your Temple to take someone away. I did not wish to cause any trouble for Your Temple, nor did I intend to create such a situation that would disturb Master Abbot's cultivation."
Seeing that the Abbot had arrived, Lu Chen spoke very politely, without any pretense. He calmly introduced himself and his position, mentioning the emperor to suppress the Abbot's aura.
He had to admit that the Abbot was incredibly strong, but he also had to bow to authority. No matter how powerful Abbot Zuyin was, he could not stand against a nation; everyone had to yield before the state.
"Benefactor, I advise you to lay down your weapon and become a Buddha instantly. Saving a life is better than building a Seven-Level Pagoda. Moreover, killing only creates more enmity. Please cease your actions and do not create further grievances," the Abbot's voice echoed without revealing his presence.
"Master Abbot, our positions are different. You practice your Buddhism while I fulfill my duties as Loyalty Duke and Crown Prince Grand Tutor. I must report to the emperor. What you are doing makes it difficult for me; I doubt I will easily back down," Lu Chen replied to the unseen Abbot.
Suddenly, a sigh resonated through the air; it was the sigh of Abbot Zuyin. It was unclear whether it stemmed from the fall of the Great Zhou Dynasty or from the rapid changes in power, but there was a tone of desolation in his voice.
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