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Chapter 105 The Mountain God of Pinglan Mountain Receives His Conferment! (3k)

Inside a stable at a post station, a finely dressed young man was chatting with the horse he had brought back.

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he immediately found three broken tiles and casually tossed them into the open space.

Looking at the hexagram formed on the ground.

The elegantly dressed young man shook his head repeatedly and said:
"I almost forgot about you, you old bald monk, and your karmic entanglement with us. You saw the Buddha three times, each time deluded and unenlightened. You can't blame anyone else for going to hell!"
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On the cruise ship, King Anqing felt a chill run through his body, almost suffocating.

Master Gufeng has clearly been replaced, and Monk Liaochen seems to have become a different person as well.

What kind of danger have I gotten myself into?
So what kind of scheme did they fall into?
'Taoist Master, I was wrong, I was truly wrong!'

Regret was the only thought in Anqing Wang's mind.

Especially since this regret came not long into the daytime.

He still carried the 'real person' of King Anqing to meet the main character.

He flew into a rage and said:

"What exactly are you trying to do by being so treacherous?"

The 'old monk' stretched his neck, a puzzling smile on his face:
"Betrayal? How did I betray you? Didn't you just think I wanted this fool to start an uprising to test whether I could shake the world ahead of schedule?"

The 'real person' narrowed his eyes dangerously:
"It seems I was just being presumptuous?"

The old monk tilted his head, his smile unchanged.

"Isn't it?"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly stomped his foot!

boom!
The entire cruise ship exploded! Countless wood chips shot out like a torrential rain, causing the people on the shore to scream and flee in chaos.

The old monk's figure flickered, and he landed steadily on the head of the dark blue fish that had surfaced.

On the other side, the 'real man' was carrying An Qingwang, and the weight of the two of them stood steadily on a piece of driftwood that should have been extremely difficult to bear, as if walking on flat ground.

The difference in quality seems to be determined from this point.

The 'real person' also sneered:

"You've probably guessed who I am, so are you really confident you can fight me on the water?"

Lightning flashed in his eyes, and electric snakes moved between his palms.

In an instant, the mighty thunder magic seemed to break through the air and obliterate everything in front of it!
The 'old monk,' standing with his hands behind his back atop the head of the dark blue fish, laughed loudly:
"Of course I guessed it, but I'm even more disappointed. After all, I never expected that the once famous Thunder God would be so blind that he can't even see the situation around him!"

Upon hearing this, the 'real man's' brows furrowed sharply.

His gaze swept across the area, and he saw that the crimson mist that had permeated the entire Mi River had completely dissipated.

However, the crimson color of the water itself grew even deeper, thick as blood!

He even smelled a thick, bloody stench emanating from beneath his feet.

The surging Mi River seemed to have been completely refined by that 'old monk,' turning into a torrent of blood!
The 'real person' stared at this bizarre scene, his voice like muffled thunder:

"By acting in this way, you are completely losing more than you gain!"

The old monk shook his head and said:

"How do you know I've lost more than I gained until the very end?"

"Don't talk nonsense. With the Emperor's will in charge, how can this possibly succeed?"

“If this is nonsense—” the old monk’s gaze suddenly sharpened, “then why were some people able to cross the river ahead of time?!”

The river of blood surged, and the two figures, floating uncertainly on its surface, fell into an eerie silence.

But after a moment, the 'real person' slowly caught a leaping, throbbing snake.

Lightning flashed everywhere, causing the blood river to surge even more violently.

The old monk sneered:

"This place has become my sacred ground. You have only come here to seek your teachings. How can you possibly be my enemy? Or are you willing to take a gamble like I have?"

The lightning serpent in the 'real man's' palm suddenly froze.

The 'old monk' spoke with sarcasm, pressing closer and closer:
"If it's just to vent your anger, that's a joke! We've come a long way to get to where we are today, why fight to the death now? Besides, you won't even get rid of this anger!"

The 'real person' remained silent for a moment, and the lightning in his hand finally dissipated.

This made the 'old monk' even more satisfied, and he cupped his hands in greeting:
"That's right. There's no need for us to have any unpleasantness. Please hand that fool over to me. Although I've already taken his fate, his royal blood is still useful!"

"Don't worry, if I succeed, I will repay you in the future. On the other hand, if I fail, won't you get your revenge?"

The 'real man' sighed and shook his head with increasing regret, while King Anqing was utterly despondent, as if he had fallen into a dead end.

He simply couldn't understand how a prince could fall from a position of power to one where his life and death were not in his own hands overnight.

The "Master" mentioned Prince Anqing, making a gesture as if to make contact, but then suddenly stopped and asked in a deep voice:

"I still want to know, with so much investment involved, what exactly are you planning to do?"

The other party chuckled and raised his palm, and immediately the entire Mi River cascaded upwards.

Amidst the horrified gazes of countless people, the surging river suddenly rose more than ten feet above the riverbank!
Faced with such horror, the people no longer cared about anything and fled in droves.

The 'old monk' who accomplished all of this simply stated:

"Nothing much, we just want to flood the entire Qingzhou!"

These words prompted the 'real person' to exclaim in admiration:

"So that's how it is! You stole the destiny that this fool was blessed with from the worship of all people, and then merged it with your own origin, temporarily turning the Mi River into your own Daoist temple."

"Once you flood Qingzhou and the flood passes, in just one night—no, in just one hour—you will be able to see clearly the secrets hidden in this ominous place that buries the heavens, when all laws are silent under the heavenly law!" Upon hearing this, the other party nodded repeatedly, his smile deepening.

"That's exactly right! So please hand this fool over to me!"

The "real man" nodded with a smile, but the hand that had lifted An Qingwang slowly fell down.

The other person's brows furrowed sharply, and their voice turned cold:
"I thought you had already seen the light of the times!"

But the person carrying Anqing King's 'real person' suddenly said to him:
"Since you know my reputation, how do you think I can't see through your thoughts and actions?"

Upon hearing this, the other party's expression immediately changed.

"Are you stalling for time?!"

"Hahahaha!" The 'True Man' roared with laughter, his eyes flashing with lightning as bright as the sun. "Fool! You only realize it now? Too late!"

He is a righteous god of the Thunder Department; how could he be manipulated by a mere mountain dweller?!
Even if it doesn't work out, I'll still ruin his plans and get my revenge myself!
Before the words were even finished, the real killing move arrived—a golden-purple divine lightning bolt, capable of cleaving the heavens and piercing the sky, with an aura that could suppress all ages, crashed down from beyond the nine heavens, aiming straight for the opponent's crown!
"You deserve to die!!!"

That damned guy is willing to risk his own life to fight him!
Almost at the same instant the divine lightning appeared, the blood river surged upwards, heading straight to meet the divine lightning.

The moment the two intersect.

The world lost its color, and all living beings were horrified.

No one could see clearly what happened in that instant.

Only the blinding light and deafening roar, accompanied by countless plumes of steam bursting out, stung people's eyes.

After everything had calmed down, some soldiers on the city wall saw that the Mi River was several times more turbulent than before.

That fleeting glimpse of the dark blue fish has long since vanished without a trace.

However, the 'old monk' still stood on the water.

His monk's robes were tattered and torn, yet there were no obvious injuries on his body. He glanced indifferently at the spot where the large fish had perished, then turned to the panting 'real person' in the distance, whose body was covered in spiderweb-like cracks, and raised an eyebrow, saying:
"I thought you had some amazing trick up your sleeve, but I didn't expect that you so-called righteous gods are still as petty as ever."

The other party sighed and said:
"Your level of commitment far exceeds what I expected."

The old monk came wading through the water and said slowly and deliberately:

"After all, I recently witnessed a powerful being using extraordinary means to help someone cross the river. Under such stimulation, I naturally placed a heavy bet."

Having spoken, a resolute glint flashed in the old monk's eyes as he said:

"But you've made it clear that I can't delay any longer!"

The Mi River, which had already returned to its original position, rose up again.

This time, the Mi River is suspended in mid-air, towering several meters above both banks.

Faced with such a scene, even the 'real person' had to admit defeat.

If you're not as brave as others, you won't be wronged.

But he still did not hand over King Anqing, after all, he had lost, not surrendered.

He simply stood with his back straight, waiting for the other person to come.

Thousands of people rushed to the city gates, trying to take refuge in the fortified walls of Qingzhou and escape the devastating flood.

Meanwhile, countless civilians on the opposite bank, with nowhere to escape, could only kneel on the ground in despair, their faces ashen, constantly kowtowing and praying to the heavens.

I pray to God for mercy and to open a way out.

The people's pleas and cries seemed to reach the ears of Heaven.

At that moment, everyone clearly heard a long and sorrowful sigh.

It was as if even the heavens were lamenting the impending human tragedy.

Immediately afterwards, a grand Zen chant resounded throughout the heavens and earth:

"If I don't go to hell, who will?"

The old monk suddenly raised an eyebrow:
"There are still experts?!"

Just as he was about to use magic to deal with it, a radiant Buddhist light suddenly burst forth from Mount Pinglan!
The Buddha's light was pure and vast, not only illuminating the deep night as if it were daytime, but also carrying supreme power, suppressing the surging river of blood beneath his feet!
He and the entire Mi River were frozen in place by the Buddha's light, unable to move at all!
"what?!"

The old monk trembled violently under the pressure of the Buddha's light, almost kneeling on the river surface, and cried out in alarm.

This sudden change startled the 'real person' in front of him, who then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha--!"

However, before His laughter as the Thunder God could finish, He was choked by the sight that followed!

Because the magnificent Buddhist chant suddenly changed direction, proclaiming an imperial edict:
"Mountain God of Pinglan, receive your investiture!"

"Feng, Fengzheng?!"

With the mighty laws of Heaven still in effect and the immense calamities yet to be averted, how could anyone still dare to bestow titles upon deities?!

However, the deep, resonant Buddhist chant completely ignored the shock of the former Thunder God and continued to chant:
"In your lifetime, you brought peace and tranquility by drawing water, your merits surpassing those of Qingzhou. Now, you are hereby conferred the title of [True God of Pinglan Mountain]!"

"The calamity is overwhelming, and all living beings are weeping."

"Therefore, I hereby grant you the authority over the mountains, rivers, and waterways."

"I command you to immediately manifest your true form and stand guard against this calamity!"

Under the Buddha's light, the imperial edict governs the world.

Above the horizon, the universe has settled!
That is, it transforms into a single sound:
"The Mountain God of Pinglan Mountain receives the decree!"

(End of this chapter)