Starting from the imperial palace guards, his clones spread all over the world.

Chapter 539 Retreating to Advance
Liang Jin then met with these three groups of people separately.

Yu Zhuoqun, an elder of the Xuanyuan Sect, was slender and thin, with white hair at his temples. He was a third-rank martial artist.

He came here under the pretext of thanking Liang Jin for saving his disciples Tang Qi and Lu Shaoze, but also to inquire about the situation at Qingyi Tower.

Shen Wanshi was a man of refined manners. Although he was adorned with jewels, he was not as ostentatious as he appeared when you got to know him.

He came claiming to have come because of his reputation, but he was very tactful and only exchanged a few polite words before leaving without disturbing him. He also wanted to leave many precious gifts, but Liang Jin refused.

The meetings with the previous two groups were all quite pleasant.

However, a problem arose when they met with the three groups of people.

The third group of people were from Wanfo Temple.

Wanfo Temple is a prestigious and long-established sect within the Great Qian Dynasty, and one of the most prestigious sects in the Great Qian Dynasty.

As a leading figure in the martial arts world, Wanfo Temple has enjoyed a high reputation throughout history.

Furthermore, they rarely participated in court infighting, often adopting an detached and otherworldly demeanor.

Of the three monks who came this time, the other two were just ordinary disciples, while the leader was Elder Beiku of Wanfo Temple.

The old man, who was filled with sorrow, had a face like an ancient bronze Buddha statue, with deep nasolabial folds as if carved by a knife, and a bright red cinnabar mole between his eyebrows.

A string of seven-jeweled glass prayer beads hung around his neck, and he wore a crimson-gold brocade robe embroidered with ninety-nine double-petaled lotus flowers in gold thread, which shimmered and radiated light as he walked, as if bathed in Buddha's light. Over this robe was a semi-transparent, gossamer-wing-like garment, on which the entire text of the Lotus Sutra was embroidered in secret; in the sunlight, the sutra could be seen floating like swimming fish.

This outfit is extremely luxurious.

"Amitabha Buddha, I apologize for my presumptuous visit, please forgive me, Benefactor Meng."

As he spoke, Elder Beiku bowed slightly to Liang Jin.

After Liang Jin returned the greeting, he gestured for Elder Beiku to sit down and have some tea.

After taking his seat, the Venerable Elder did not mince words and immediately asked:
"I have heard that your sect, the Green Robe Pavilion, has swept across the Western Desert and destroyed the Boundless Bright King Sect. Is this true?"

Liang Jin felt that the sorrowful elder was being a bit too direct, but he still nodded slightly to indicate that it was true.

A glint of light flashed in the eyes of the sorrowful elder, and he pressed on relentlessly:

"So, the secret technique of the Boundless Bright King Sect, the 'Mahagara Dharma Protector', must now be in the hands of Benefactor Meng?"

Liang Jin picked up his teacup, took a sip of tea, and smiled without saying a word.

The sorrowful elder then revealed his purpose:
“Benefactor Meng, please forgive my bluntness.”

"Although the Wuliang Mingwang Sect appears to be a Buddhist sect, it is actually a heretical sect."

"It is truly a meritorious deed that your sect was able to wipe them out."

"But the 'Mahagala Protector's Skill' is an evil skill. If you rashly practice it, you will only fall into Avici Hell and never be reborn!"

Upon hearing this, Liang Jin's smile vanished.

"Evil power?"

He put down his teacup and scoffed.

"Back then, the people of the Boundless Bright King Sect also spoke of the martial arts of the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple in the same way."

"Does the master find this statement laughable?"

Upon hearing this, the two monks standing behind Elder Beiku immediately turned grim.

The sorrowful elder also said solemnly:

"Evil arts are evil arts, Benefactor Meng, please don't confuse right and wrong!"

"If such evil skills were to spread into the martial arts world, they would only bring endless trouble."

"Those who practice this evil art will inevitably harm all living beings, and everyone has the right to kill them!"

"Therefore, I hope that Benefactor Meng will not make a mistake and will entrust it to the guard of my Wanfo Temple. Only the radiant Buddha light of my Wanfo Temple can suppress such evil practices!"

"If Benefactor Meng can do this, it will be a meritorious deed. This old monk is willing to thank Benefactor Meng on behalf of all the people of the world."

As he spoke, the Venerable Elder Beiku was about to put his hands together in prayer, preparing to bow and express his gratitude.

Liang Jin tapped the armrest lightly with his fingertips, the rhythm gradually quickening, like a death knell:

"Let the master's compassion be reserved for those who need it."

"What difference does it make whether I practice the 'Mahagala Dharma Protector Technique' or not?"

Now, Liang Jin understood perfectly well the elder's intentions.

I thought the "Mahagala Dharma Protector Technique" was only famous in the Western Desert, but I never expected that someone would also be eyeing it in this Great Qian territory.

Upon hearing this, the sorrowful elder said unhappily:

"Benefactor Meng, why are you still so stubbornly deluded?"

"Buddha's Dharma is boundless, and you will be safe when you turn around!"

Liang Jin swept his hand away, knocking the teacup on the table to the ground.

"Bang!"

The white porcelain teacup shattered on the ground.

Liang Jin's lips curled into a mocking smile:

"shore?"

"I am the shore!"

"Your Wanfo Temple claims to be righteous, but you are actually engaging in extortion and plunder."

"You think you can take the cultivation technique from me today? You've got a bad idea."

These words finally enraged the three elders, who were filled with sorrow.

The sorrowful elder suddenly stood up, his eyes wide with anger. He pointed directly at Liang Jin and roared:

"Everyone says that your Green Robe Pavilion was transformed from the Star Demon Sea of ​​the Western Regions Demonic Sect, but I didn't believe it at first."

"But seeing you today, you are indeed evil heretics!"

"Today, this old monk is determined to reclaim the evil arts and uphold the righteous path!"

As he spoke, Elder Beiku suddenly reached out and grabbed at Liang Jin.

Liang Jin's eyes were full of mockery. He sat motionless in the chair, still letting the Elder of Sorrow grab his hand.

Elder Beiku was unaware of Liang Jin's background and could not fathom his true strength. Seeing that Liang Jin remained unmoved, he assumed that Liang Jin's strength was too weak to react.

This brought a look of joy to Elder Beiku's eyes, and he immediately prepared to subdue Liang Jin in one move.

however……

The moment Elder Sorrow's hand grasped Liang Jin's shoulder, he felt as if he had grasped a piece of steel. Not only could he not budge it in the slightest, but the shock also made his fingers ache slightly.

Just as the sorrowful elder was in shock.

Liang Jin's cold voice rang out:
"Just you?"

Along with the sound came a large hand.

The large hand slapped the sorrowful elder hard across the face.

"Snapped!!!"

With a crisp slap, Elder Beiku was sent flying backward and crashed heavily to the ground.

"Elder!"

The two monks were taken aback and rushed over to help the grieving elder up.

But then they saw that half of the old man's face was torn open and bleeding profusely.

Liang Jin remained seated, glancing at the bloodstains on his palm, his eyes as cold as frost.
"Upholding the righteous path?"

"Does the master know how much blood of those who claim to be righteous has been stained on my palms?"

As he spoke, the murderous intent emanating from Liang Jin enveloped the entire room as if it were a tangible force, causing the temperature to plummet.

next moment.

Dozens of experts from the Green Robe Pavilion appeared like ghosts, surrounding the three monks from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.

Mu Zheluo's aura surged, his wolf fur rustling in the wind; Mr. Ding gripped the hilt of his sword, and sword energy overflowed.

Elder Beiku was only at the third rank, yet he could barely hold his own against the combined might of two experts of the same rank.

His two disciples couldn't withstand so many experts and were forced to their knees with a thud, their foreheads touching the ground and trembling.

Their eyes widened in surprise; clearly, the Green Robe Pavilion's foundation and overall strength had exceeded their expectations.

The sorrowful elder stood there, gritting his teeth, one hand covering his cheek, blood still seeping from between his fingers, the other pointing angrily at Liang Jin:

"you!"

"How dare you oppose Wanfo Temple?!"

Upon hearing this, Liang Jin burst into laughter.

His laughter was accompanied by a terrifying surge of internal energy. Elder Beiku's expression changed abruptly, blood spilling from his mouth and nose, clearly indicating that he had been caught off guard and injured by Liang Jinyin's powerful internal energy.

at the same time.

"Shh!"

There was only a flash of sword light.

Mu Zheluo had already drawn his scimitar and slashed at the hand that Elder Beiku was pointing at Liang Jin.

The old man's wrist was severed by a single stroke, the cut was smooth, but blood was gushing out.

"Qiang!!!"

With a crisp sound, Mu Zheluo had already sheathed his sword.

The sorrowful elder then realized what had happened, looked at his severed wrist, and screamed in terror.

Liang Jin rose from his chair, his robes fluttering without wind, and walked step by step toward the sorrowful elder, each step seeming to tread on the hearts of everyone present.

He said as he walked:
"From the moment I stepped into the Great Qian Dynasty, I never took the so-called Wanfo Temple seriously."

He approached the Elder of Sorrow, his gaze piercing as if trying to see into the Elder's soul:

"If there's a next time, it won't just be your hand that gets broken."

The sorrowful elder staggered backward, and seeing the chilling killing intent in Liang Jin's eyes, he finally realized that he had kicked a hornet's nest.

He suppressed his fear and led his disciples away in a sorry state.

Liang Jin stood still, his expression indifferent.

Muzheluo asked, puzzled:

"OP, are you just going to let these bald monks go like this?"

"That's too easy on them."

Muzheluo was like a caged beast, and the murderous aura that had just risen was difficult to suppress and dissipate quickly.

He just felt more comfortable in the Western Desert!
Liang Jin led his men in a bloodbath, killing and killing, with those who obeyed him prospering and those who defied him dying, leaving rivers of blood flowing.

The Green Robe Tower fought a brutal battle, and wherever their horses passed, enemy heads rolled off like watermelons, their blood staining the yellow sand.

However, after entering the Great Qian Dynasty, he found it less satisfying to fight, and this feeling of being restricted drove him crazy.

Mr. Ding stroked his beard, his gaze deep and unfathomable:

"This Elder of Sorrow is so forceful yet reckless. He is probably being instigated by someone. He dared to try to seize the 'Mahagala Dharma Protector' without finding out our situation."

“If he dies here, we will have a blood feud with Wanfo Temple, which would be exactly what the person behind the scenes wants.”

"Before we figure out what's going on, it would be the right thing for the poster to spare his life."

Upon hearing this, Muzheluo irritably scratched his disheveled hair and let out a low growl:
"Our Qingyi Tower has only been in Daqian for a short time. Who on earth is plotting this behind our backs?"

"I know! It must be that wretched woman Wang Huaishuang. I should have killed her back then!"

The thought of Wang Huaishuang's scarred yet still beautiful face made him grit his teeth in hatred, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

I wish I could tear that face to shreds with my own hands!

Mr. Ding shook his head slightly:

"It might not be her."

"With the martial arts tournament about to begin, various forces are gathering in Yongzhou City, and undercurrents are surging."

"It cannot be ruled out that some people are trying to drive away the wolves and tigers, and use others to do their dirty work."

"Master, I'll arrange for people to investigate thoroughly. I'm sure we can unravel the mystery and find some clues."

Liang Jin stood with his hands behind his back, exuding a chilling sense of oppression.

He glanced at the [Thousand-Mile Tracking] panel, which showed that the Demon Slayer King was probably still a few days' journey away from Yongzhou City.

After a moment of contemplation, he suddenly spoke, his voice as cold as iron:

"Pass down the order: everyone, get ready."

"We will leave Yongzhou City in one hour."

This decision surprised everyone.

We just arrived in Yongzhou City today, and we're already leaving?
They were still plotting how to deal with the conspiracy when they suddenly heard that Liang Jin was leaving, which caught them off guard.

Muzheluo asked in surprise:

"Didn't we come to Yongzhou City to make Qingyi Tower famous at the martial arts tournament and thus firmly establish ourselves in the Great Qian Dynasty?"

"Especially since we just offended Wanfo Temple, if we just leave like this, wouldn't the heroes and valiant men of the Great Qian think that my Qingyi Tower is afraid of Wanfo Temple!"

Mr. Ding seemed to be deep in thought, then his eyes lit up.

He glanced at Mu Zheluo and shook his head slightly in his heart.

Although Muzhalo was skilled in martial arts, he was lacking in other areas. No wonder he suffered a crushing defeat in the power struggles of the Kingdom of Sihali, to the point that he had to relocate his entire clan.

Mr. Ding then explained:

"The move by the poster, which is a strategic retreat, is a brilliant one!"

"Yongzhou City is now like a pot of boiling water, with various forces acting like boiling bubbles, ready to burst at any moment."

"As the martial arts tournament draws closer, the open and covert struggles and intrigues here will only intensify."

"By withdrawing now, we can avoid the limelight and remain calm while waiting for the person behind the scenes to reveal their true colors."

With Mr. Ding's explanation, everyone suddenly understood and looked at Liang Jin with admiration.

So everyone immediately accepted the order and went to make preparations.

Only Liang Jin remained in the guest room.

Liang Jin returned to his seat and poured himself another cup of tea.

He doesn't care about any martial arts tournament.

I have no intention of getting involved.

Liang Jin never forgot his true purpose in leading the Green Robe Tower into the Great Qian Dynasty—to assist his main body and his clone in dealing with the chaos after the emperor's death.

With the emperor's imminent death, Liang Jin has no time to stay in Yongzhou City and entertain the people here.

Although he promised to help Wang Huaishuang kill the Evil King.

But now that he has the money, he's in charge.

When and where Liang Jin planned to make his move was no longer up to Wang Huaishuang.

Wang Huaishuang could only cooperate with Liang Jin's schedule in carrying out the operation to kill the Evil King.

Before achieving his goal, Liang Jin had already exercised considerable restraint in order to travel smoothly.

If anyone dares to obstruct his journey again, he will have no choice but to fight his way through.

The Green Robe Pavilion, now completely unrestrained, will surely make those who provoked it regret their actions.

He picked up his teacup.

In the tea soup, my own reflection grinned, like a demon from the Western Desert.

…………

at dusk.

The setting sun, like blood, dyed Yongzhou City a crimson red.

The members of Qingyi Tower rode their tall horses and left the city, which was full of intrigue and strife, in a grand procession.

This situation took everyone in Yongzhou City by surprise.

They originally thought that Qingyi Tower was also there to join in the fun of the martial arts tournament, but who would have thought that they were just stopping by for a short while and didn't even stay overnight.

This caught many people who were secretly plotting how to make good use of the Green Robe Pavilion off guard.

A loud bang shattered the silence of dusk in Wang Huaishuang's courtyard.

Upon learning of Qingyilou's departure, she angrily slammed her hand on the table, shattering the sandalwood table into pieces, sending splinters flying everywhere.

"Meng Xinghun! How dare you play me!"

Her voice was shrill and piercing, her eyes were bloodshot, and the scars on her face were twisted with rage, resembling ferocious venomous snakes.

"Twenty million taels of silver, do you think you can just take it away like that?"

"Qingyi Tower, I will make you pay the price!"

Only the Criminal Investigation Bureau has ever broken its promises; no one has ever dared to break their promises to it.

Her clenched fists cracked, and the resentment in her heart grew wildly like weeds.

(End of this chapter)