Two Realms High Martial Arts: Gathering the Heavens to Become a Great Luo Immortal

Chapter 146 Nobody's leaving today!

Tashilhunpo Monastery

This place, representing the highest level of Buddhism in the Western Regions, has recently been extremely turbulent.

With the presiding of the Manifestation of the True Lord of Tashilhunpo Monastery

He was killed by the angel of death from the Seven Western Churches.

The entire Great Snow Mountain region was thrown into chaos, as if it had lost its leader.

The other temples with members at the Out-of-Body Realm were even more eager to rise in status.

This has been a major headache for the newly appointed Dalai Lama.

Even the serf girl who was sent for dual cultivation last night was too lazy to be initiated; she was directly sent to be stripped and used to fill the elder sister's drum.

And it was under these circumstances that something happened that infuriated him.

Among the serfs recently captured to build Buddhist temples, there was one who was incredibly audacious and secretly learned martial arts.

This incident had such a terrible impact that all the landlords and lords under the temple's jurisdiction started making a fuss.

They were so nervous that they insisted on having him, a dignified being who had transcended the physical body and the abbot of the temple, come forward.

Although reluctant, he considered that he still needed to rely on these lords from the snowy mountains of the Western Regions to govern the serfs below him.

After finishing his daily practice, the Dalai Lama arrived at the front courtyard of the temple, in front of the main Buddha statue in the charnel ground.

"You lackey, daring to steal martial arts techniques! Killing you would be too lenient!"

The speaker was the most powerful lord in the Western Regions.

He wore a crimson woolen robe trimmed with lynx fur, and a five-Buddha crown; his whole appearance was plump and pale.

However, the fierce posture he displayed while wielding the long whip and the surging, powerful aura he exuded indicated that he was a Martial Saint at the Blood Exchange Realm.

"Arrest everyone in his family and throw them all in the backyard to tear them down!"

This remark immediately drew a chorus of agreement from the lords surrounding the temple on both sides.

"Good! They should be severely punished!"

"Before he dies, make his family pay the corpse tax."

"This audacious bastard should also be tortured. First, cut off his hands and gouge out his eyes, then let the Dalai Lama use his great magic to ensure that his soul will never be able to escape for all eternity."

When the Dalai Lama arrived, he couldn't help but feel a headache coming on when he heard the harsh words of these lords.

Now those foreigners from the Seven Churches are going to attack and seize our faith.

He would never waste his supernatural powers on a mere serf.

But he couldn't openly refuse in front of these lords.

Because the Dalai Lama is very aware of how stressed these people are.

The path of cultivating the spirit demands extremely high talent, and in addition, there are virtually no books of culture and knowledge available in the Great Snowy Mountains of the Western Regions.

Therefore, various temples can easily control the Buddhist techniques of cultivating the spirit.

For thousands of years, they have easily maintained their transcendent status as Buddhist monks.

But martial arts are different.

In martial arts, as long as you're willing to put in the hard work to train, and as long as you're willing to damage your body and shorten your lifespan...

Even serfs can easily become martial artists at the physical level if they possess martial arts techniques.

Even if they were illiterate, as long as they could eavesdrop on and watch martial arts practice, those serfs could easily develop their physical strength, and those with talent could even go further.

After gaining strength through martial arts training, they naturally ceased to submit to being serfs.

The lightest outcome would be to kill the local steward and escape from the snowy mountains of the Western Regions.

A more serious consequence was the spread of martial arts, with more serfs practicing martial arts, which thoroughly impacted the rule of the lords.

therefore,

These lords were extremely alarmed by the appearance of slaves who secretly learned martial arts.

Now they have discovered this serf who, while the temple was under construction, secretly learned martial arts from the monks inside.

Almost everyone joined together to make a fuss, wanting him to step in and severely punish them.

Looking at the lords around him who were making a fuss and forcing him to express his opinion, the Dalai Lama appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly he was extremely angry with them.

If this were before Master died,

These pretentious guys,

Who would dare to make a loud noise in their temple!

How could they possibly unite to force temples to make a statement?

He secretly memorized the faces of these people, thinking that once he drove away the Church of the Seven Gods,

We must dismember these disrespectful Buddhists and turn them into ritual implements.

"All sentient beings are ignorant, like ants, in a vast sea of ​​suffering, yet the Buddha's grace is boundless."

The Dalai Lama, chanting Buddhist mantras, wearing a robe and holding prayer beads, slowly walked to the foot of the Buddha statue.

The spiritual power of the Out-of-Body Realm emitted strange spiritual fluctuations, causing the originally excited lords to fall into a state of tranquility.

This deathly silence sent chills down the spines of even these lords, many of whom were masters of marrow cleansing.

They all knew this was a spell cast by Tashilhunpo Monastery to influence people's minds.

This time, it was about calming their minds and soothing their spirits.

But what will happen next is hard to say.

The lords, who had been making a ruckus and even threatening to abdicate, all fell silent and looked at the martial saint holding the whip.

However, even this plump and pale martial saint showed reverence for the Dalai Lama, who possessed the cultivation level of a Nascent Soul cultivator, and took the initiative to speak:

"I wonder what the Venerable Master's thoughts are on this matter?"

"This person's sin of secretly learning martial arts is grave. His parents, wife, and daughters should all be thrown into the temple to be used as consumables and ritual implements."

Knowing he had established his authority, the Dalai Lama naturally had to give these lords face.

"However, since Buddha is compassionate towards life, his soul need not suffer day and night; he can simply be executed by slow slicing and displayed to the public."

"Now that the Seven Gods Church has received the Emperor's permission to preach in the western region of my Great Snow Mountain, we should try to win over and show favor to the serfs under our rule. Starting this year, we can give them more grain and collect less tax."

The Dalai Lama patiently and earnestly tried to persuade them.

But none of these lords listened.

For them, that was pure silver; how could they just throw it away to the poor?

then,

Most of the lords merely nodded in agreement on the surface.

In his heart, he was thinking about how to go back and continue to lord it over others, or how to enjoy the company of some young girl.

In particular, the Blood Transformation Martial Saint, who had previously led the charge and was the largest lord, repeatedly echoed the sentiment.

While regretting that he had stood out today, he also wanted to leave the temple as soon as possible and go back to his own territory to enjoy himself.

Upon seeing this, the Dalai Lama silently chanted a Buddhist prayer, his anger towards these people growing ever stronger.

I simply closed my eyes to avoid seeing or being bothered, and silently contemplated the charnel ground deity enshrined in my temple.

A moment later,

Suddenly, a scream came from the temple gate not far away.

Upon opening his eyes, the Dalai Lama instinctively scanned the area with his mental power.

I see,

The first to set out was the largest lord in the Great Snow Mountain region, the fat, white-haired middle-aged man who had undergone a blood transfusion to become a Martial Saint.

At that moment, the body, which had been split in two, suddenly collapsed at the temple entrance, turning into two halves of a corpse.

The crimson blood flowing in front of the steps contrasted sharply with the milky white walls of the temple.

The knife-wielding youth who committed this act calmly stated:

"Nobody's leaving today!"

(End of this chapter)