The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 96: Dragon-Elephant Prajna's Violence

It was pouring rain, and the sky seemed to be leaking. The man in white was running very fast. He had a very high level of martial arts skills, and at this moment he took advantage of the wind and rain to run wildly.

When he came out of the underground palace before, he did not go through the tower gate but fled upwards instead. It was because he saw Zhao Ti and others standing over there. He thought they were Huo Linglong's helpers and was afraid of being attacked from both sides.

After leaving Leifeng Pagoda, he went straight to Shouning Temple, which was also a stronghold of the Ming Cult. Over the years, the Ming Cult had infiltrated this temple, and controlled all the monks who were unwilling to believe in the Ming Cult, and promoted the Ming Cult believers to the position of abbot.

After a while, Shouning Temple came closer. He leaped into the wall and there was no sound anymore.

A few breaths later, Huo Linglong also arrived here. Without any hesitation, she rushed straight into the yard.

Zhao Ti frowned as he watched from behind. This female Dharma King of the Ming Cult was not just irritable, she was extremely reckless. However, her martial arts skills were indeed very strong. At least Ding Chunqiu was definitely not her opponent. Even if Ding Chunqiu used the Qi-dissolving technique, it would be impossible for him to dissolve even a trace of her internal energy.

The palm method used by Huo Linglong was extremely powerful and fierce. It was suitable for men to practice. I don't know why she practiced this kung fu.

Zhao Ti was thinking at this moment. He didn't want to enter Leifeng Pagoda to avoid the rain, but he accidentally discovered a stronghold of the Ming Cult. The Shouning Zen Temple in front of him must have been contaminated by the Ming Cult as well. He wondered if it was the Hangzhou branch of the Ming Cult?

He also heard most of the internal conflict between the two, as if the Ming Cult was going to do something big. Huo Linglong disagreed, saying that the Great Ming Lord was in a state of meditation and had not yet woken up.

Moreover, from what she said, it sounded like Huo Linglong was not from the Central Plains Ming Cult, but had only lived here for twenty years. She mentioned the Uighur Ming Cult and the Persian Ming Cult, and seemed to be trying to use the Persian Ming Cult to oppress the Central Plains Ming Cult. However, Wei Hanchen was obviously dissatisfied and said that the Central Plains Ming Cult had its own leader.

Zhao Ti glanced at the Shouning Temple in the wind and rain. He did not go in directly like Huo Linglong. Instead, he jumped onto the top of a nearby big tree and looked inside the temple.

At this time, many monks gathered behind the mountain gate and surrounded Huo Linglong. These monks formed a formation, moving their feet constantly and chanting scriptures.

Huo Linglong didn't waste any time talking and continued to use the same powerful martial arts as before, not only attacking with palm winds, but also performing other tricks.

Zhao Ti observed carefully, secretly exclaiming in his heart that it was amazing, Huo Linglong's martial arts not only had amazing internal strength, but also her palm techniques were extremely sophisticated and extraordinary. After looking through all the fist and palm secrets in the Langhuan Jade Cave, he found that none of them could compare to hers.

He was not in a hurry at the moment. He hid in the tree canopy and watched Huo Linglong fight with the monks.

There were as many as fifty or sixty monks, and their formation was coordinated seamlessly. A huge energy force was formed in the field, which repelled the rain and splashed it everywhere.

Zhao Ti kept memorizing Huo Linglong's palm techniques in his mind. Although he could not learn her internal force training method, he could imitate these moves using the Xiao Wuxiang Gong.

He watched intently while Huo Linglong in the field let out bursts of shouts and her palm techniques became more and more powerful.

Huo Linglong was unfamiliar with this formation, but her skills were very strong. She actually withstood seven or eight punches and kicks from several monks, then grabbed one and beat him until he vomited blood and died. The formation immediately showed a flaw, and then she launched a move with both palms. This move was extremely mysterious and was a move to defeat many enemies at once.

Zhao Ti couldn't help but applaud. This was the most powerful palm technique he had ever seen. Although he didn't know if there were more powerful moves, this palm technique was rare in the world.

At this moment, there were continuous "rumbling" sounds. Huo Linglong directly tore a hole in the formation and rushed out.

The veil on her face kept rising and falling, and it was obvious that she was exhausted. The monk turned around and attacked again. She couldn't help but get furious. She slapped out with both palms, killing five or six people. Then she let out an angry roar towards the sky, then jumped up and headed for the courtyard wall.

At this moment, Wei Hanchen suddenly appeared not far away and asked loudly: "Where is the Dragon King going? Is he going back to Persia?"

Huo Linglong turned around and looked at him coldly. Wei Hanchen looked a little proud and said, "Isn't it too rude for the Dragon King not to go back to Bright Summit to say goodbye to the leader?"

Huo Linglong suddenly turned around and ran towards Wei Hanchen like a giant elephant, seeming to shake the earth with her footsteps.

Zhao Ti could see clearly from the tree that Wei Hanchen was standing under the bell tower of the Zen temple.

Huo Linglong slapped him with one palm, but Wei Hanchen did not dodge and slapped him back with the same palm. At this moment, the huge bell in the bell tower fell down directly.

The palms of the two collided instantly. Wei Hanchen was no match at all and was knocked flying backwards. The huge Buddhist bell directly trapped Huo Linglong inside.

Wei Hanchen got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Huo Linglong, no matter how powerful your Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra is, how can you escape from this Nanping Bell?"

No one answered from inside the bell, and muffled "bang bang" sounds were heard. It was obvious that Huo Linglong was banging on the bell repeatedly, trying to overturn it.

Wei Hanchen panted and said, "Go ahead and fight. Although your Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra is powerful, it has not been practiced to the extreme. I don't believe you can overturn this bell!"

Zhao Ti touched his chin on the tree. It turned out to be the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu. The palm method was naturally the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm. How could Huo Linglong know this kind of Kung Fu? I'm afraid it's not just as simple as being from the Persian Ming Cult.

At this moment, the bell was shaking non-stop. Wei Hanchen was shocked and said, "Someone, hold down the bell..."

All the monks stepped forward together, but before they could press the bell, they heard a loud noise, and the bell was overturned with a loud bang.

Is the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra so brutal? Zhao Ti raised his eyebrows.

Wei Hanchen started running away, while Huo Linglong swayed beside the overturned clock.

The monks' eyes flickered, and none of them dared to step forward.

Huo Linglong took a breath and retreated to the wall, then climbed over the wall, her figure flashed and disappeared in the rain. Zhao Ti did not move on the tree. Huo Linglong's martial arts skills were too high and she was extremely irritable. If she really fought to the death, the power would be amazing. It would be easier for Wei Hanchen to catch one of the two Mingjiao people, and even if he was caught, Wei Hanchen would be easier to interrogate.

At this time, the rain gradually subsided, it was already night, dark clouds covered the sky, and it was completely dark.

Zhao Ti slid down from the tree like a wisp of green smoke, then went around to the back of Shouning Zen Temple, observed for a while, and lightly jumped onto the courtyard wall.

The Zen temple was very quiet at this time. Many monks were injured in the previous battle and were now recovering from their injuries.

He jumped down lightly, hid in a dark corner, and waited for a while before walking towards the Zen room. When he arrived near the Zen room, he listened to the sounds for a while and then turned to the Main Hall.

The lights in the main hall were on. Zhao Ti climbed to the roof and lifted the tiles to look. Wei Hanchen was sitting in front of the Buddha statue, surrounded by monks to protect him.

After a while, he finished healing his wounds and began to talk to the monk. Zhao Ti listened for a while and found that the other party had no intention of leaving tonight, so he quietly left the temple.

At this moment, the rain stopped, so he returned to Leifeng Pagoda and asked the three men to go back to the provincial government to mobilize troops, and then continued to monitor Shouning Temple.

About half an hour later, Zhong Pu arrived with his soldiers, surrounded the temple from the outside, and moved forward little by little.

When it seemed almost time, the soldiers lit torches and threw them into the yard, instantly illuminating the area with bright flames, and then rushed inside to fight.

The monks came out to resist, but even though they were all skilled in martial arts and had some battle formations, they were no match for the arrows and crossbows and fell to the ground in a short while.

Zhao Ti had been observing the movements in the main hall. Wei Hanchen did not leave, nor did he follow the monks to fight.

Just as the soldiers were attacking the temple from all sides, the tiles above the main hall moved and a man came out.

Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes: "Take the bow and arrow!"

Zhong Pu immediately handed over a hard bow and three wolf-tooth feather arrows.

Zhao Ti saw the man on the roof of the hall dressed in white with a green cloak draped behind him. It was Wei Hanchen. He drew a few circles on the top of the hall with his toes. He didn't know what kind of kung fu he used, but then he pushed hard, and the cloak rose up like wings. His body rose up and rushed out with a whoosh, and actually flew out of Shouning Zen Temple.

"Do you really think you are a bat?" Zhao Ti sneered and shot three arrows at once.

When Wei Hanchen heard the sound of breaking air, his face turned panicked. He swung his sword backwards hastily, but he only knocked down two of them. He couldn't dodge the third one, which pierced his calf directly. He let out a scream and fell from mid-air. He was immediately approached by soldiers with spears and swords.

Then Zhao Ti gave orders to search the place and dig three feet deep.

Sure enough, they found a Buddhist temple dedicated to Mingzun in the temple, as well as many Mingjiao scriptures and books. After dawn, the soldiers returned to the Hangzhou provincial government.

Zhao Ti did not rest and directly interrogated Wei Hanchen.

In the prison, Wei Hanchen was tied to a wooden pillar, his face filled with fear and astonishment, he watched a jailer in front of him treat his injuries.

Zhao Ti sat on the chair and said, "Treat him well. This man is very skilled in martial arts, especially Qinggong. He may have worked hard for many years, getting up in the middle of the night and practicing hard, to achieve what he has today. If this leg is disabled, all his hard work will be wasted."

The jailer replied, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. I will make sure he is as good as new after I cure him."

Wei Hanchen stared and saw the jailer use the iron scissors in his hand to cut the part of the arrow head that was touching the flesh, and then cut off the part of the arrow tail that was touching the flesh, and then began to open the bag of gold wound medicine and apply it on it.

Wei Hanchen was shocked: "What are you doing? The arrow shaft hasn't been taken out yet, how can you apply medicine?"

The jailer was unhappy and said, "This is the kind of healing technique I learned. I only need to heal the outside, not the inside. I'll make sure you're healthy and fit when you're well!"

Wei Hanchen's lips trembled, and he said angrily: "You can walk as fast as the wind? I'm afraid you'll be crippled if you survive! If you lose your Qinggong, you might as well kill me with a knife!"

Bai Zhan said from behind Zhao Ti: "You traitor, don't you want to lose your kung fu?"

Wei Hanchen glanced at him and turned his head away.

Zhao Ti smiled slightly: "It is easy not to lose your kung fu, and it is also easy to save your life. This king asks you some questions, tell the truth, and you can be safe."

Wei Hanchen's eyes flickered: "You, are you from the royal family of the Song Dynasty?"

Bai Zhan shouted at him, "The King of Yan is here, why don't you confess your crime now!"

Wei Han was silent for a moment, and his tone was less tough: "What are you waiting for?"

Zhao Ti looked at him and said, "If you surrender to me and wipe out the Ming Cult, I will ask for a sixth-rank official position for you. The sixth-rank official position in the Song Dynasty is not comparable to those in foreign countries. You will be honored in front of people and leave a legacy for your descendants. As for not surrendering to me, it's very simple. You will die..."

(End of this chapter)