Simultaneous Transmigration: Freedom Across the Heavens

Chapter 105 Potala Palace

Before long, the crowd suddenly stirred as a group of lamas dressed in crimson robes strode over.

The leader was about forty years old, with dark skin, a large beard, and his face covered with freckles from ultraviolet radiation. Only his eyes were clear and bright.

He glanced at the corpse lying on the ground, his pupils contracted—such a fast sword.

Then, he turned his head and carefully examined Bai Li and Xue Bing. His gaze lingered on the silver sword at Bai Li's waist for a moment, and he said in fluent Central Plains language, "Amitabha Buddha, I am Risheng from the Potala Palace. May I ask who you two are and why you would want to kill me?"

As the saying goes, one doesn't hit a smiling face, so Bai Li bowed slightly and said, "Master, my wife and I come from the Ming Dynasty. We have heard that the Potala Palace is a sacred site of Tantric Buddhism, where golden statues of eminent monks are enshrined. We have come to pay our respects and pray for blessings."

"I never expected that these people would actually target my wife. I was so angry that I hit her too hard. I hope you won't take offense, Master."

"Amitabha Buddha." Ri Sheng chanted the Buddha's name. In a fit of anger, he killed someone. The person who killed him was no good. However, there were many onlookers in the street. As a sacred place in the snowy land, if the Potala Palace loses face, it will be difficult to stand in the future.

He could only bite the bullet and say, "Esteemed benefactors, the Potala Palace has its own rules. This place is the outer perimeter of the holy site, where private fights and murders are strictly prohibited. You have committed a crime here today, and you must give us an explanation."

"Explain?" Bai Li laughed, it was like a pillow being delivered just when you were sleepy.

He put away his smile, and said with a hint of provocation, "Master, I have long heard that the Potala Palace is full of masters and that the Tantric martial arts are unfathomable. My wife and I have come from afar not only to pay homage and pray for blessings, but also to learn from the eminent monks of the Potala Palace, so as to verify what we have learned."

Sunrise's expression was solemn. He clasped his hands together, gathering his inner energy in his palms, and said with a hint of admonition, "Amitabha Buddha, benefactor, this sparring is no small matter. Why ruin the harmony..."

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"Enough talk, take this!" Bai Li sensed his subtle movements, didn't want to waste any more words, drew his sword, and swung it in one smooth motion.

A silver light shone in Risheng's eyes as he thrust his palms forward, unleashing two powerful and domineering yellow palm prints with immense force.

Ding!

The moment the silver sword energy collided with the yellow palm print, the palm print shattered like glass.

Risheng's expression changed; the sword energy of this Central Plains person was so domineering!

Fiery red true energy appeared on his arms, and his palms moved up and down, unleashing sixteen palm strikes in an instant. The layers of palm prints gathered together, barely managing to disperse the remaining silver sword energy.

Bai Li sneered, transforming into a streak of green, instantly closing in on Ri Sheng, his Dugu sword technique breaking through the palm strike.

The tip of the sword climbed up the sun's arm.

Sunrise was covered in sweat. No matter how he changed his moves, Bai Li's sword tip could always anticipate and counter his attacks, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

Swish, swish, swish...

With a series of sounds of sword blades slicing through the air, Bai Li had returned to Xue Bing's side.

Risheng stood there, still shocked, when suddenly nine sword marks appeared all over his body, blood spurting from them, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The fight lasted no more than two breaths before Risheng was defeated.

"Rising Sun Master!!"

The disciples behind him were shocked and rushed to Risheng's side, trying to press on his wound. But when their hands touched the wound even an inch away, they felt a stinging pain in their fingertips, as if they were being pierced by a needle.

The disciples were so frightened that they quickly withdrew their hands, their faces filled with shock and fear—the residual power of this sword energy was so terrifying!

A disciple pointed tremblingly at Bai Li, muttering something under his breath.

Bai Li waved his hand impatiently, "Among you, is there anyone who can understand the Central Plains language? Let me tell you, Risheng is not dead yet. If we carry him back to the Potala Palace now, there might still be a chance to save him."

Among the disciples, an older lama understood Baili's words and immediately began to instruct the others to lift the sun and hurry towards the Potala Palace.

Seeing that even their master had been cut down by Bai Li, the surrounding crowd showed fear on their faces, and they all lowered their heads and dispersed, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

Watching their departing figures, Bai Li took Xue Bing's hand and whispered, "Bingbing, are you scared?"

Xue Bing shook her head vigorously, lifted a corner of the veil on her bamboo hat, and said in a clear voice, "I'm not afraid!"

Bai Li couldn't help but smile when he saw the eager light in her eyes.

I almost forgot, his little wife is no delicate woman, but Leng Luosha, one of the four great tigresses of the Ming Dynasty.

It was getting close to dusk.

Bai Li led Xue Bing to an inn, which was decorated in a very snowy style, with colorful decorations and the roof covered with colorful flags and prayer flags.

The innkeeper was an elderly man from the snowy region with a face full of wrinkles. Seeing that Bai Li and Xue Bing were from the Central Plains, and recalling the fight on the street earlier, he did not want to serve them. He waved his hand coldly, signaling them to leave.

But when Bai Li shaped ten taels of silver into a silver ingot and threw it in front of him, the boss's face immediately lit up with a fawning smile. He personally led them to the best room on the second floor and even instructed the waiter to boil water.

The room was simply furnished but clean, with a small table by the window and a small prayer wheel on it.

Xue Bing leaned against Bai Li's chest, nuzzling her head against his chest like a clingy kitten.

Bai Li patted her bottom and teased, "Bingbing, are you a little pig? Keep scurrying around like that, do you want to find food in my arms?"

"You're the little pig!" Xue Bing retorted sweetly, tilting her head back, her big eyes full of curiosity. "My lord, tell me, why did we come here? Do you have a grudge against the Potala Palace?"

Bai Li gently stroked her head and said softly, "There's no grudge. I just came here to borrow something."

Xue Bing squinted comfortably. "What is it?"

"A corpse," Bai Li said.

"Huh??" Xue Bing stared at him, wide-eyed. He'd run this far for a corpse!

Bai Li gently kissed her forehead and said, "That's not an ordinary corpse, but the golden body of Phagpa, the Tantric master from the most glorious period of the Snow Region. What I need is hidden within that golden body."

Phagpa? Never heard of him.

Seeing her charming appearance, Bai Li hugged her and gently told her the story of Phagpa.

Meanwhile, in a room in the Potala Palace.

Sunrise lay on the soft velvet, his face as pale as paper, his breath weak, revealing nine wounds on his body.

Surrounding him were six lamas dressed in crimson robes, all core masters of the Potala Palace, their eyes filled with solemnity.

Tsering Rinpoche frowned, turning the prayer wheel incessantly in his hand, and said, "This person deliberately spared Risheng's life so that we could see these nine wounds. He wanted to use his power to intimidate us."

"There's an old saying in the Central Plains: 'To subdue the enemy without fighting.'" Master Cairang said with his eyes closed, "It seems that person doesn't want to wage war against us either."

He was momentarily disheartened when he was examining his wounds, having been momentarily blinded by the lingering sword energy.

"Hmph, I think you're just scared." Master Quzha sneered, then said angrily, "Scared of what? This is the Potala Palace, our territory. Surely we can't even keep two people from the Central Plains here?"

Quzha Lama was very angry. "Ever since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, the founding generals led their armies to trample the snowy plateau and shattered our last line of destiny."

The snowy region was once able to rival the Central Plains, but now it doesn't even have a single Grandmaster, let alone a Great Grandmaster or a Supreme Expert!

Now look what's happened, we're being bullied by two juniors from the Central Plains. I'm so angry!

Cairang Lama retorted, "Lama Quzha, it's not that I'm afraid of him, but you must understand that a human wave tactic is ineffective against such strength. What if that person hides and carries out an assassination? Who among us can stop him?"

Quzha Lama was unconvinced, but he couldn't refute it; he also knew that Tsering was right.

People are coming to us openly to ask for our advice. If we push them too far and they hide, that would be the real problem.

Tashi Rinpoche clasped his hands together, chanted Buddhist mantras, and said, "We don't even know that person's purpose yet. Surely they didn't really come to pay homage to the golden statue of a great master?!"

The other five masters racked their brains but couldn't figure it out. The snowy region was already so poor, what else could it possibly have that would make others covet it?

Why did that person travel thousands of miles from the Ming Dynasty?

Tashi Rinpoche looked around and slowly spoke, "Since that person has openly come to ask for guidance, we cannot be impolite. Esteemed Rinpoches, don't forget, Dalun Monastery still has a trump card!"

Everyone's eyes lit up, and Tsering Lama spun the prayer wheel in his hand even faster. "That was left by the Living Buddha before his passing to deal with crises. Isn't it a bit of a waste to use it here to deal with two juniors from the Central Plains?"

Quzha Lama's eyes flashed with coldness: "Isn't this a crisis? The people from the Central Plains are making a fuss at the Potala Palace and have broken our rules. If we don't teach them a lesson, who will take the Potala Palace seriously in the future? Even if it's a waste, we must use it."

Upon hearing this, Master Tsering sighed deeply, closed his eyes helplessly, and his face was full of helplessness and sorrow.

The snowy region has finally fallen into desolation!

To deal with two juniors from the Central Plains, they had to be forced to use the treasures left behind by the Living Buddha.

The other masters remained silent for a moment before nodding in agreement.

Now that things have come to this, there is no better way than to use that treasure and fight to the death to save face for the Potala Palace.