Chapter 285

Xu Qi'an really wanted to be mischievous and shout, "Wife, come out and see Buddha."

However, he didn't have a wife, and the Dharma image emitted a heavy pressure that made him unable to feel any emotions. He instinctively wanted to kneel and worship.

"Supervisor, why don't you dare to see me …"

Following the thunderous question, Xu Pingzhi, who was struggling to support himself, knelt on the ground.

While feeling fear, he also felt humiliated. The second uncle Xu pressed his hands against the ground and said through gritted teeth, "Ningyan, Cijiu, don't kneel. Stand up, stand up!"

The last three words were shouted out.

After shouting, Xu Pingzhi didn't get a response from his nephew and son. He looked up … his son was holding on to the pillar, the veins on his forehead bulging, as if he was trying his best to support himself.

His nephew was leaning against the door with both hands on his saber, stubbornly looking up at the Dharma image in the night sky.

Then, his son and nephew looked over at the same time.

The atmosphere froze for a moment. Fortunately, Xu Cijiu and Xu Ningyan looked away without batting an eyelid.

"Phew … these two brats still know how to save me some face!" Xu Pingzhi's awkward mood was relieved.

"Pfft, look at Second Uncle's cowardly look. He must have spent all his energy on Aunt!" Xu Qi'an sneered in his heart.

"Father is so embarrassing. It's fine if he kneels, but he has to shout it out. Fortunately, there are no outsiders here!" Xu Cijiu secretly despised his embarrassed old father.

"Big Brother, what … what does this Buddhist monk plan to do? You, you work in the night watchman's yamen. Do you know some inside information? "Xu Cijiu said intermittently.

He tried to keep his voice from trembling.

He thought that the Western Region and Daibun had some differences on some matters, which was why the Western Region's envoy came to the capital. Judging from the Buddhist monk's actions tonight, the Western Region's attitude was obvious — anger!

If it wasn't handled well, the alliance between the Western Region and Daibun might break, and a war might even break out.

As a scholar, Xu Xinnian had an instinctive thirst for knowledge about such major events.

Xu Qi'an deliberated and said, "There is some conflict, but it's not as serious as you think … I don't know the details. It's … "

Halfway through his sentence, he changed his words. This was because the reaction of the Buddhist monk was also within Xu Qi 'an's expectations.

He suddenly realized something. Monk Shen Shu was sealed in Da Feng back then. Perhaps, it was not just because of the mutual help between allies. There was another reason behind it.

If it was just a mutual help between allies, why would the Buddhists be so angry and mobilized so many people?

…

…

Wei Yuan was draped in a green robe and stood on the observation deck. He raised his head to look at the image of a Buddha that covered half of the capital. Its body was infinitely large and was hidden in the rolling black clouds.

He stood straight and looked at the statue.

His eyes were calm and his back was straight. His green robe fluttered violently in the wind. He seemed to be looking at Fa Xiang.

In the tea room behind him, Yang Yan and Nangong Qianrou sat cross-legged. Their heads were lowered as they tried their best to resist the pressure of the Dharma Idol.

The higher one's cultivation was, the greater the pressure they would feel.

"The Buddhists are as strong as ever," Wei Yuan said.

As he spoke, he turned around to look at his two adopted sons and said calmly, "If Xu Qi 'an was here, I can guarantee that he would be standing. No matter what method he used, he would still be standing."

Yang Yan and Nangong Qianrou were ashamed.

…

In the palace, the Yuanjing Emperor walked out of the palace with the old eunuch in his dragon robe. He looked up. The Buddha's face seemed to be hanging above the palace.

The Buddha's eyes seemed to be staring at the Yuanjing Emperor.

Inside the palace, the imperial guards held their spears as if they were facing a great enemy. None of them knelt, nor did they show any fear.

The whole palace seemed to be isolated from the statue.

"Hmph!"

The Yuanjing Emperor snorted and returned to his palace.

…

There were millions of people in Capital City. There were countless martial artists, including the Jianghu people who had come to Capital City recently. Tonight, everyone was trembling with fear, as if it was the end of the world.

They were filled with fear and panic.

At the same time, they couldn't help but think, "This is Capital City, the core city of Daibun. Is there no one who can stop the Buddhists?"

First, there was the little monk who fought for four days without a single loss. Tonight, there was the arrival of the statue, which shocked the whole of Capital City and questioned the Supervisor.

The Supervisor was the guardian of Daibun and the only first-class martial artist.

This was putting the face of the Imperial Court, putting the face of the Supervisor, and putting the face of the millions of people in the capital.

Many people were hoping that the Supervisor would make a move.

In the newly built Yongzhen Temple of Mountains and Rivers in Sampo, the sword of the founding emperor, the brass sword, was vibrating, as if waiting for its master's call.

Amidst the fervent anticipation of countless people, a clear and melodious whistle rang out, "Noisy!"

The sound was pleasing to the ear and had a clear texture.

Luo Yuheng, wearing a lotus crown and a Tai Chi fish robe, walked out of the quiet room, her hair dancing in the wind.

She looked up at the Buddha's face and stretched out her right arm. Suddenly, she clenched her fist. In the pond, a rusty iron sword broke out of the water and fell into her palm.

Luo Yuheng gently threw the iron sword in her hand. "Go!"

The sword aura was like a rainbow, rushing into the sky.

At first, it was like a thin flame, like a meteorite that was going against the heavens.

Not long after, the tip of the sword propped up an arc of air shield with a diameter of 100 meters. It was a wave formed by air resistance.

After a while, the fiery red light illuminated the golden sky and intertwined with the golden statue. The thin line had become unimaginably strong.

It was like a red waterfall.

The golden statue snorted coldly. Two giant palms stretched out from the rolling black clouds, trying to catch the sword aura.

The two giant golden palms came together and caught the sword light, which was as dazzling as the Milky Way.

In the next moment, thunder exploded in the sky above Capital City. The statue's hands crumbled into golden light inch by inch, followed by the Buddha's face. The red sword aura mixed with the golden light and blended into a magnificent rainbow that danced in the night sky.

The citizens of the capital had probably never seen such a magnificent scene in their entire lives.

"Thud …"

Xu Pingzhi, who had just struggled to get up, knelt down again.

Xu Qi'an and Xu Xinnian looked away again. They did not want to see their father's (Second Uncle's) embarrassment.

'Was it Luo Yuheng who attacked just now?' 'As expected of a second-rank Dao Chief. If that sword was aimed at me …' Xu Qi'an had mixed feelings.

He had met Luo Yuheng a few times. Although he knew that she was a second-rank Dao Chief, he did not have a clear understanding of her strength.

It was only now that Xu Qi'an realized how powerful a second-rank Dao Chief was.

"If I knew that this woman was so fierce, I would not have stared at her chest …" A chill ran down Xu Qi'an's spine. He felt like he had been jumping on the edge of death.

Half an hour later, the sky returned to silence. The red and golden light disappeared, and the dark clouds dissipated. A crescent moon hung in the sky.

It was as if nothing had happened.

The three Xu brothers were relieved. Xu Qi'an sat on the doorstep, Xu Cijiu sat on the railing of the corridor, and Xu Pingzhi slowly rose to his feet.

"It's good to be young. You're still strong, unlike me. I can't even stand properly when I'm caught off guard.

"But dad was also a strong man back then. He didn't even frown when he charged back and forth among thousands of soldiers."

He looked up at the sky and scoffed. "I'm prepared this time. I won't lose my composure if I have to do it again …"

As soon as he finished, Sanskrit chants rang out in the night sky, and the calm dark clouds rolled again.

Deep within the clouds, a golden light shone. Accompanied by Sanskrit chants, the dark clouds rolled, and another Dharma Form appeared.

Unlike the previous Dharma Form, this one was more vivid and lifelike. Its face was more ferocious.

Of course, its aura was different too. It was several times stronger than before.

Clatter …

The unyielding Xu Pingzhi knelt again.

This time, however, neither Xu Xinnian nor Xu Qi'an laughed at him. Xu Xinnian collapsed on the ground, drenched in sweat. Xu Qi'an half-knelt on the ground with his hands on the ground.

He visualized the indomitable giant in his mind, and his heart was filled with the desire to fight against heaven and earth. Then, he slowly straightened his back and stood with his saber.

'Is Du' e really going to fight with the Supervisor … 'Xu Qi'an's heart sank. The millions of people in the capital could not afford such a torment.

Clang!

At this moment, the door was pushed open.

Xu Lingyin rubbed her eyes and stepped over the threshold. "Dad, it's so noisy outside …"

"Go back to the house, go back to the house," Xu Pingzhi shouted.

Xu Lingyin raised her little face and pointed to the sky with her chubby finger. "There are immortals in the sky."

She was mesmerized by the Dharma Form's coercion and was not affected by it at all.

…

"The Vajra Glaring Dharma Form?!"

Luo Yuheng curled her lips and returned to the quiet room, ignoring her.

One of the Nine Dharma Forms of Buddhism was the Vajra Glaring Dharma Form, which could only be performed by a first-grade Bodhisattva.

It was handed over to the Supervisor. It had nothing to do with her.

At this moment, on the Eight Trigrams Stage in the Stargazing Tower.

The white-haired, white-bearded old Supervisor stood at the edge of the Eight Trigrams Stage with his hands behind his back. The night wind fluttered his beard.

"The agreement back then was between you and the royal family. What does it have to do with me?" The Supervisor said angrily.

The boundless Dharma Form opened its mouth and spoke in a voice that only the Supervisor could hear. "If it wasn't for the Buddhists, would you have entered the first-grade?

"Now that Shen Shu has appeared, if you don't give the Buddhists an explanation, I will come to the capital myself."

"If you dare to come to the capital, I will send you back to samsara." The Supervisor sneered and asked, "What does the Buddhists want?"

"It's what you want. You should know that once Shen Shu regains his physical body, it will bring disaster to the Buddhists." The Vajra Dharma Form roared.

"Then do you know that if Shen Shu continues to be sealed in Sampo, it will bring disaster to the Daibun?" The Supervisor asked.

The Vajra Dharma Form said, "The Celestial Commissioner made a mess and you want the Buddhists to take responsibility for it?"

"What's the point of saying these useless things? Your Dharma Form can only last for half an hour. If you have something to say, hurry up and finish it. Don't disturb the people's sleep." The Supervisor said impatiently.

"Two things. First, find the Myriad Demon Country's remaining forces and find Shen Shu's severed arm. Second, the Buddhists want to borrow your Tianji Compass for three years. "

"Come and get it if you can," the Supervisor said lightly.

"Alright!"

The Vajra Dharma Form dissipated.

…

"Eh, they didn't fight this time?"

Xu Qi 'an looked at the sky. The Vajra Dharma Form that had the aura of a god and demon had dissipated. There was no earth-shattering battle like before.

It only stayed in the sky for a while before dissipating.

Xu Pingzhi and Xu Erlang slowly exhaled. They looked like they were about to collapse.

"Lingyin, don't just stand there. Hurry up and help your father and second brother back to their rooms," Xu Qi 'an called out.

"Go go go!"

Xu Pingzhi scolded his nephew. "Come here. What's the point of raising you for 20 years?"

Xu Qi 'an hurried over to support them.

After sending Second Uncle and Erlang back to their rooms, Xu Qi 'an communicated with Monk Shen Shu in his mind. "Master, master … did you see what happened just now?"