On the apparition of Mount Meru, a bodhisattva put his palms together. "My Buddha, Yankang National Preceptor said he was also injured, so why not take the chance …"
"Is it true?" Old Rulai asked gently with a benevolent expression.
The bodhisattva was slightly stunned. "Disciple … Disciple doesn't know."
Old Rulai smiled. "Those who dared to believe the words of Yankang National Preceptor have already lost. Some of them are already dead. Teacher Poor, you guys lost because you believed he was injured, am I right? "
Teacher Poor and the rest had gloomy expressions, especially Spiritual Master Dao Quan, who blamed himself deeply. From the dregs of Qin Mu's medicine, he had determined that Yankang National Preceptor was severely injured. Everyone had believed him, which was why they had taken the second path.
However, this couldn't be entirely his fault.
Teacher Poor, Wanderer Li, and True Lord Tian, these three old monsters of the old era, had launched a sneak attack on Yankang National Preceptor and severely injured him. These three old monsters were the top existences in the world today. No matter if it was their abilities or prestige, they were at the peak of the martial world.
No one doubted the abilities of these three old seniors. Even though Yankang National Preceptor was hailed as a heavenly genius that appeared once every five hundred years and had a high reputation, he still couldn't compare to any one of these three.
It was because of their trust in these three that everyone believed that Yankang National Preceptor was seriously injured.
Some details after that also showed that Yankang National Preceptor was indeed severely injured.
For example, when Yankang National Preceptor was lectured in Imperial College for less than two days, he had used perfume to cover up the stench of his wounds.
Another example was when Dragon King of Dragon Rider Sect went to the National Division Office at night and escaped unscathed. Yankang National Preceptor wasn't able to stop him.
Another example was when Wanderer Zhen of Koyu-kyo battled Yankang National Preceptor beside the waterfall. Yankang National Preceptor's injuries had flared up, so much so that he needed the little divine physician, Qin Mu, to accompany him and nurse his body day and night.
In addition to Dao Quan's judgment, all the signs indicated that Yankang National Preceptor's injury had relapsed. Even with Qin Mu's treatment, it would take at least a month for him to recover.
From the moment the Yankang National Preceptor was attacked, the National Division was destined to use this as a ploy.
As for the two routes that the Yankang National Preceptor had given them, it was also a ploy.
From the beginning to the end, there were no two paths, only one.
"A genius that only appears once every five hundred years is not so easy to deal with."
Old Rulai said indifferently, "Once in five hundred years not only refers to his wisdom, aptitude, and comprehension, but also to his strategies and military strategies, which are also once in five hundred years. He was a rare genius that appeared once every five hundred years. If he could not become a saint, he would be a lawless devil. It would not be a blessing for the world. A letter? "
He smiled and said, "A ghost."
Everyone was bewildered, not knowing why Old Rulai would say such words. They only felt that his words were concise and comprehensive, with deep meaning.
Beggar Sect Master Qi Dayou said, "He has joined hands with Heavenly Devil Cult, so he is destined to be a lawless devil. It's a pity we don't know who the new cult master of Heavenly Devil Cult is. "
"We already know."
Old Rulai smiled and said, "It's that young man who returned my greeting. Speaking of which, this old monk had some fate with him and wanted to enlighten him to Great Thunderclap Monastery. It's a pity that fate was suddenly broken and transferred to another wonderful life. "
"It's him?"
Numerous monks, Teacher Poor, and the rest on Mount Meru were stunned. Old Rulai smiled and said, "It's him. Those old Daoist friends of his were truly amazing, to be able to raise such a little devil. It's a pity that khakkhara couldn't retain this fate. Just one step, just one step … "
"National Division, you're smarter than me. Don't you know there's a problem with the purpose of Mount Meru?"
Duke Wei looked at the headless corpse entering the coffin and turned his head to the Yankang National Preceptor beside him. "They are clearly here to take advantage of us and save Teacher Poor and the rest of the old monsters. Great Thunderclap Monastery's power will grow! If we don't get rid of these people, they will still be trouble in the future! "
"Teacher Poor and the rest only have a dozen to twenty years of lifespan, so there's no need to worry about them. Let Old Rulai save them."
Yankang National Preceptor said, "I understand Old Rulai's meaning. He came at the right time to take advantage of us. I'm injured, so I'm powerless to stop him."
Duke Wei had a weird expression as he sized him up and asked suspiciously, "Is that true?"
Yankang National Preceptor said solemnly, "Really?"
"Really?"
Yankang National Preceptor said in an unpleasant tone, "Of course it's true. Why don't you try fighting with these cult master level existences? What's more, there are three god-like existences among them! How can you be safe and sound if you fight them to the death? "
"I don't believe it!"
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