Martial Arts Crossover: I am the strongest demonic monk of Tianlong Temple

The dark red and black blade light shattered inch by inch, and the terrifying aura of destruction receded like a tide.

The flame energy, condensed to its extreme, lost its restraints and let out a mournful cry of resentment before finally transforming into countless tiny sparks, utterly annihilated in the air.

The wind blew again.

The clouds continued to drift.

The prayer flags slowly fell.

The six sword energies, even after piercing through the blade's edge, did not lose their momentum.

It brushed past the ears, temples, and hem of the robe of King Kumārajīva, taking away a few strands of his hair.

Behind it, on the stone pillars of the main hall, and further back on the magnificent hall wall, are six holes with smooth, mirror-like edges.

what? !

He stood frozen in place, his body ice-cold, and fine beads of cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

He could clearly feel the aura of death emanating from the six sword energies as they swept past.

Just a moment ago, he really felt like his great-grandmother was waving at him!

"Amitabha!"

Chen Mo's lips curled up slightly, and he clasped his hands together: "Grand Preceptor, now... can we leave?"

This time, no one dared to utter a sound.

The three people, Bai Yu and Bai Yu, standing behind Chen Mo, exchanged glances and saw endless shock and bewilderment in each other's eyes.

"What...what just happened?"

"I don't know, I really don't know, it just happened so fast."

"I only saw my Uncle-Master Benyan raise his right hand, and then that flaming blade, powerful enough to destroy the heavens and the earth... vanished into thin air?!"

They had expected to witness a fierce battle, and even that Chen Mo might die, so they were prepared to fight to the death.

Unexpectedly, Chen Mo resolved what seemed like a certain death situation with such ease.

Chapter 27 The Enraged King

"Let's go."

Chen Mo smiled slightly, as if the earth-shattering exchange just now had only brushed away a speck of dust.

Bai Yu and the other two seemed to snap out of a daze, quickly suppressing the turmoil in their hearts, taking a deep breath, and closely following Chen Mo's footsteps.

The four of them walked slowly across the square under the gaze of countless eyes that were a mixture of fear, awe, and bewilderment.

Wherever it passed, the monks of the Great Wheel Temple who were still able to move all shrank back in fear, making way for a wide path.

As Chen Mo passed near the lotus platform, he stopped and glanced at the distraught King Kumārajīva.

He didn't say anything, but simply reached out and gently patted his shoulder twice.

The movement was very light, without any internal energy, yet it caused the body of the wrathful King Kumārajīva to tremble violently.

He looked up and met Chen Mo's deep, calm eyes.

There was no triumphant gloating in his eyes, nor any deliberate pity, only a detached indifference that seemed to have seen through the ways of the world.

It was this indifference that made King Kumārajīva feel a chill to the bone, and... a sense of powerlessness.

He knew that the other person's two pats were just a way of telling him that it was all over.

If this continues, the consequences will be far beyond what Dairinji Temple can bear.

Chen Mo ignored Mingwang Kumārajīva, withdrew his hand, and continued walking forward.

Bai Yu and his two companions followed closely behind, their figures gradually receding into the distance until they finally disappeared at the end of the stone steps leading down the mountain.

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About half an hour later, a dignified procession hurriedly arrived at the gate of Dalun Temple.

Leading the group was none other than the Tibetan king, Tride Tsugten, who had come specifically to see how Tianlong Temple would be humiliated after hearing about the contest between the Ming King and Tianlong Temple.

However, the sight inside the Ōrin-ji Temple stunned him instantly.

Shattered blue bricks, charred ravines, collapsed lampposts, and groaning monks scattered across the ground…

This is no longer a solemn and sacred Buddhist site; it is clearly a battlefield that has just experienced a great battle!

"W-What's going on?!"

King Tride Tsugten was both shocked and furious. He rushed into the square, shouting, "An enemy attack? Who dares to attack the Great Wheel Monastery within my Tibetan territory?!"

You must understand that Dalun Temple is the face of Tibet. Smashing Dalun Temple is equivalent to rubbing the face of the entire Tibetan kingdom into the ground!

"Is this a declaration of war against Tibet?!"

His gaze swept quickly across the area, and he soon spotted the slumped king Kumārajīva, his robes stained with blood, sitting weakly beside the broken lotus platform.

"National Division!"

King Tride Tsugten hurriedly stepped forward and saw that although Kumārajīva was in low spirits, he did not seem to have suffered any serious external injuries, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

He immediately flew into a rage, shouting, "Who? Who did this?!"

"Were they experts hired by those neighboring countries?! Once I find out, I will definitely bring my army to the city gates and exterminate their entire clan!"

It's not surprising that King Tridezuzan had such a guess.

In his mind, the Tibetan Empire was the undisputed hegemon of this region.

Small neighboring countries all depend on it for survival.

No single force could possibly, and absolutely would not, cultivate or hire a master capable of turning the Great Wheel Temple upside down.

Only if those clowns secretly joined forces and gathered several or even dozens of top experts could such a terrifying scene be possible.

This is a blatant slap in the face and a serious provocation against the authority of Tibet!

If this isn't met with a swift and decisive retaliation, what will become of the prestige of the Tibetan Empire?!

King Kumārajīva slowly raised his head, his eyes slightly vacant, his voice hoarse, "It is...it is Dali..."

"Dali?!"

King Tridezuzan was taken aback, then realized what was happening, and his face instantly turned so dark it seemed to drip water.

"How dare they?"

"What a wonderful Dali! What a wonderful Tianlong Temple!"

"I just 'gifted' them a crystal jade Buddha, and now they're launching an attack from within and without?!"

The so-called 'truth' immediately came to mind.

The monks from Tenryu-ji Temple, under the guise of a visit, infiltrated Dairin-ji Temple to act as inside agents.

Meanwhile, the Dali Kingdom secretly dispatched a large number of top experts to follow them, aiming for a coordinated attack from within and without.

That's how they were able to smash the face of Tibet—Dalun Temple—into such ruins in such a short time!

"This is outrageous! Do they really think my Tibetan cavalry is small and weak?!"

King Tride Zuzan, his hair standing on end in fury, sternly addressed the silent generals behind him: "Issue my decree!"

"Immediately muster 50,000... no, 100,000 elite troops and march them to the border of Dali!"

"I'd like to see how their tiny territory can withstand the thunderous wrath of Tibet!"

"They must pay a bloody price and see the consequences of challenging the overlord!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

After receiving the order, the military officer turned and strode away!

"Your Majesty, no! Absolutely not..."

King Kumārajīva saw that the king had completely misunderstood the situation and was about to launch a military campaign, which would soon lead to a great disaster!

He struggled to get up and stop them, but his disordered breathing aggravated his internal injuries.

With a loud "whoosh," he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.

Upon seeing this, King Tride Zuzan quickly stepped forward to support him, saying, "Grand Preceptor, you are still injured, you must not get agitated!"

"Don't worry about this matter. I will definitely seek justice for you and for the Great Wheel Temple!"

King Kumārajīva gripped the king's arm tightly and shook his head vigorously, "Your Majesty...you've misunderstood!"

"No, it wasn't some kind of inside collusion..."

He took a breath and glanced at the devastated square, especially the six terrifying holes that pierced through the temple walls. "This Great Wheel Temple... it wasn't the work of just anyone."

"All of this... was done by Master Honen of Tenryu-ji Temple alone!"

"what?!"

King Tride Zuzan froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

Even the hand that was supporting King Kumārajīva loosened slightly.

His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief, as if he had heard the most incredible joke in the world.

"Imperial Preceptor... what... what did you say?"

He pointed to the ruins of the square, "You say it was done by one person, just... just by him alone?!"

"How...how is this possible?"

"Imperial Preceptor, have you been injured in the head and lost your mind?"

King Tride Tsugten thought of that monk who was too young for his liking, and how could he possibly believe it!

This is even more absurd than telling him that the sun rises in the west!

King Kumārajīva gave a bitter smile and nodded heavily, indicating that this was indeed the case.

"This humble monk...does not want to believe it either."