"Beck Richardson is coming to Bosch?!"
In Dharmaraja's office, Li Xianyu was shocked when he heard the news.
Dharmaraja, who had just finished his breakfast, tossed him a cigarette. "Yes, Beck Richardson said that he will help Bosch fight against the ancient demons and maintain the dominance of human bloodlines."
"He will appear in person and bring a few strong teams. The price that Bosch has to pay is to disclose half of their internal information, including weapons, creatures, artifacts, research materials, and confidential files. "
Li Xianyu held the cigarette in his hand and opened his mouth. "What's the attitude of the board of directors and the big boss?"
"Of course they agree." Dharmaraja's face was glowing. "Beck Richardson is an experienced extreme master. The Superpower Association is full of masters. If they can join, it will make up for the losses that Bosch has suffered. Also, at the extreme level, we will not be so passive. "
"You know, although we have many extreme masters, our level is not that high. Whether it is the master of Pantheon Palace, Peerless War Soul, or the big boss, none of them can compete with the peak of extreme. This will make it easy for the ancient demons to plot against us and defeat us one by one. "
"You already knew this in yesterday's meeting."
Li Xianyu nodded, bit the cigarette, and lit it with the lighter that Dharmaraja handed him. He did not smoke nor did he speak. He was silent.
Beck Richardson's involvement was a good thing for Bosch. The addition of an experienced extreme master greatly eased the pressure on Bosch and could reduce casualties.
According to the Superpower Association's habit of meddling in everything, there was indeed no reason for them to sit on the sidelines and ask for a reasonable reward. After all, Beck Richardson had to take a certain risk. The opponent was the ancient demon ruler.
There were two hidden dangers. Until now, Li Xianyu did not trust Bosch and Qin Ze completely. He was still a little vigilant.
If a covetous man didn't have a bit of vigilance, who knew when he would be stabbed in the back.
The ancient demons were the biggest enemies, but it did not mean that human extreme masters were not enemies. As long as they coveted the fruit, they were enemies.
However, no one knew the existence of the fruit. Even if Qin Ze had doubts, he kept his mouth shut and did not say a word. Besides, before the fruit matured, no one knew how to take it out. Anyway, until now, the only person who had an intimate relationship with him was Zhanhime.
It was impossible for outsiders to find out.
In this way, he had the upper hand. Plus, after defeating the ancient demons, Great-grandmother and Ice Shards, he was not afraid of others taking the fruit.
After weighing the pros and cons, Li Xianyu felt that pulling Baker Richardson into their camp would do more harm than good.
The last hidden danger was that he had spread the Blessings of the God of War without restraint and traded it crazily. It would have been fine if Baker Richardson had stayed in America, but once he came to China, he would know that his trump card had become a street item.
Chen would be so angry that he would tear me. No, Peiyun spread the secret, what Li Chen said, "Li, Li.," had "Li, Chen" said. "Li Li"
At most, I was thin-skinned and shared the spoils of war with Li Peiyun.
"Yes, that's it."
After leaving Dharmaraja's office, he returned to the dormitory area and knocked on Zhanhime's door. She said she slept in and didn't eat breakfast. He then knocked on San Wu and Cui Hua's door and asked them to eat.
Finally, he knocked on Great-grandmother's door. The person who opened the door was not Great-grandmother, but Qing Huizi.
She was carrying a garbage bag in her left hand and a textile bag in her right hand, which contained Great-grandmother's underwear.
Li Xianyu observed Qing Huizi's expression. Her eyes were calm and quiet, as if she knew nothing about what happened last night.
The memories of the two personalities were not connected. This was good, it saved him from embarrassment.
Li Xianyu looked at the empty living room and did not see Great-grandmother. She was probably still sleeping in the bedroom. He smiled and said, "What are you doing?"
"Washing clothes," Qing Huizi replied.
"Did Great-grandmother ask you to come?"
She shook her head and said softly, "I promised you, as long as you save me, I will serve Great-grandmother."
Li Xianyu nodded and said, "You just need to stay with her and listen to her orders. As for these vulgar words, you don't have to do it. Bosch has arranged for the cleaners to do it regularly. "
Moreover, Great-grandmother's underwear were all expensive brands. Many of them could only be dry-cleaned and not hand-washed. Don't ruin them … He added in his heart.
"Go wake up Great-grandmother, it's time to eat."
"Oh."
She put down the things in her hands and went into the bedroom to wake Great-grandmother up. Li Xianyu looked into the bedroom and saw Great-grandmother sitting in front of the dressing table. Qing Huizi was standing behind her, combing her hair.
Great-grandmother sat quietly. Through the reflection of the mirror, her face was gentle and her temperament was elegant. She looked very much like a young lady from a prestigious family.
She was the daughter of a rich family.
The corner of Li Xianyu's mouth twitched.
America, the Superpower Association.
Six o 'clock in the evening was the time to get off work.
In the hall, there was a press conference. Baker Richardson sat on the stage and gave an impassioned speech. "All along, the Superpower Association has been committed to maintaining the peace of the global Bloodline World. The Bloodline World has its own rules and standards. Not affecting ordinary people is the principle that all Bloodlines should abide by.
"Many sects in the Buddhist Taoist Association, as well as many Bloodline families, have formed the Bloodline Alliance. It is clear that they want to compete with Bosch for the position of the official organization. Just like Japan's Tenshin Shrine and their official organization.
"This will inevitably cause heavy casualties, even affecting ordinary people."
After Richardson finished, a reporter from the Bloodline Consulting website asked, "So, President Baker, what are your thoughts on this?"
Baker Richardson shrugged. "Asia is really a worrisome place. Whether it is Japan or China, their official organizations are still young and lack the ability and means to manage the Bloodline World. Since we have signed an alliance, helping our allies is an obligation and a responsibility. "
"The forces of the Bloodline World in China are complicated. There are many experts, and there are rumors that Ancient Demons are stirring up trouble behind the scenes. Aren't you afraid that the Bloodlines of the Superpower Association will suffer heavy casualties?" a female reporter asked.
"There will always be blood in war. I hope that the Bloodlines of the world can see the contribution of the Superpower Association to peace and stability," Baker Richardson replied.
"There is news that Qin Ze of Bosch is already an extreme master. May I ask if you will challenge him when you go to China this time?"
"Maybe it should be him challenging me."
There was a burst of laughter.
"Then what about Li Xianyu? Do you have any thoughts of regaining your reputation?"
"I think it is a good thing to occasionally help the younger generation."
The reporters all exaggerated Baker Richardson's generosity.
Outside the venue, Ryder, who was in charge of security, nudged his sister with his shoulder and smiled. "Victoria, you will see your sweetheart very soon. He will definitely attend that kind of occasion. "
Victoria was dazed for a moment, her ocean blue eyes slightly confused.
"What's wrong? You don't seem that happy. "Ryder thought for a moment and said in a low voice," Hey, do you like Qin Ze or Li Xianyu? "
Victoria frowned and said unhappily, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
She sighed. "I just feel like I am chasing a dream. I have not seen him for several years. He's probably even forgotten about me. "
"Then what about Li Xianyu? He also saved you before, "Ryder said.
"I won't fall in love with someone just because they saved me." Victoria glared at Ryder and sighed softly. "For most women, isn't Li Xianyu also a dream?"
Lushan Temple.
As a super Buddhist force, Lushan Temple's history could be traced back to the Tang Dynasty. It had a long history and deep heritage.
It occupied one of the Buddhist holy lands, Jiulao Peak. The nine peaks were connected and looked at each other.
Only two of the peaks had Buddhist temples. One was open to tourists and had become a famous scenic spot. The other was closed, and tourists and pedestrians were not allowed to enter the mountain.
The steep stairs led to the huge mountain gate at the top of the mountain.
An old monk in a red and yellow kasaya walked up the stairs step by step and arrived in front of the mountain gate.
"Where did this monk come from?" Two burly monks in their prime blocked the way and looked down at the old monk. "Lushan Temple does not accept outsiders."
The old monk chuckled. "Since the mountain is not closed, why not?"
"I don't accept outsiders." The guard monk who seemed to have received an order to not allow outsiders to enter waved his hand and said impatiently, "Hurry up and go down the mountain. If you want to stay, go to the next mountain."
The old monk put his palms together and chanted. "I am not staying, I am here to discuss Dao."
The two monks immediately raised their eyebrows and looked unfriendly. "Which sect are you from, old monk?"
"My Dharma name is Cheng Guang."
The two monks looked at each other and thought for a moment. They had never heard of such a person in Buddhism.
"Go, go, go. I already said to go to the next mountain. If you don't leave now, don't blame us for being rude."
They guessed that he was not a blood descendant but an ordinary monk. They had no idea how he got here.
The old monk raised his head and looked at the memorial arch of Lushan Temple. He said something shocking. "Fellow Daoists of the two sects are too kind and call me Buddha Head."
Rumble!
It was as if a muffled thunder had struck their heads. The two strong monks were stunned for a moment. Then, their bodies stiffened and their faces turned pale.
Buddha Head?!
Buddha Head!
The leader of Buddhism and the president of the Taoist Association!
The number one expert in the blood descendant world.
The old monk in front of them looked ordinary and old. It was difficult to associate him with the immortal who had lived in seclusion for 20 years.
However, since he dared to say this name, it was most likely true. No one in the blood descendant world had ever dared to pretend to be Buddha Head and use his name to swindle and show off.
Bean-sized beads of sweat rolled down their cheeks. The two strong monks' legs turned to jelly. They took a few steps back, and then a few more steps back. Then, as if they had a mental breakdown, they fled towards the temple.
The Buddha's head continued to climb the stairs, neither too fast nor too slow.
Half an hour later, he arrived at the real temple. At this time, the large platform in front of the temple was densely packed with monks. Some wore yellow and red kasayas, while others wore green and blue robes. There were a total of 300 of them.
Other than the servants and the younger ones, almost all the monks in Lushan Temple were here.
The Buddha Head's calm and gentle gaze swept across the group of aggressive tigers blocking its way. He smiled nonchalantly. "What a big lineup."
The abbot of Lushan Temple, Dharma name Xuantong, had white eyebrows and a white beard. He looked to be about the same age as the Buddha Head. He held a golden staff in his hand.
He said in a deep voice, "Buddha Head, what are you doing in Lushan Temple?"
"Lushan Temple wants to leave the Buddhist Taoist Association?" The Buddha Head stared at the monk who was of the same generation as him.
Monk Xuantong said, "Yes."
The Buddha Head snorted. "Do I agree?"
"What does that have to do with you? This is our Lushan Temple's own business." Monk Xuantong's reaction was huge.
"When the Buddhist Taoist Association was established, the masters of the various sects swore to help each other and never leave." The Buddha Head shook his head. "I don't agree. Lushan Temple cannot leave the Buddhist Taoist Association."
Xuantong sneered. "Be your Buddha Head and stay in Lianhua Temple. We will mind our own business. If you don't know your place, I might not be able to defeat you, but the ruler will not let you off."
"Is he here?"
"No." Xuantong scoffed. "What are you going to do?"
"Monks don't care about worldly affairs. I don't care what the Ancient Fey wants. They can do whatever they want. It's not easy for Buddhism to survive to this day. The chaos of Quanzhen is right in front of us. If Lushan Temple insists on getting involved, the Taoism of the past will become the Buddhism of today. "
"The Ancient Fey is destroying the foundation of Buddhism. I can't sit back and do nothing."
"Mind your own business. Lushan Temple has already left the Buddhist Taoist Association. You can't control us," Monk Xuantong said angrily.
"Lushan Temple has a thousand-year foundation. Can you bear to destroy it?" the Buddha Head asked.
"For the ruler, we are willing to sacrifice everything." Monk Xuantong sneered. "What does that have to do with you? As long as I am the abbot of Lushan Temple, I have the final say in Lushan Temple."
The Buddha Head sighed. "That's simple. I will send all of you to the Western Paradise to meet Buddha. Lushan Temple will no longer be under your control."
"What did you say?" Monk Xuantong's eyes widened. He could not believe his ears.
The Buddha Head ignored him and slowly swept its gaze across the crowd. "Put down your weapons and return to the temple. You can continue cultivating in the mortal world. Otherwise, I will save all of you today. "
The monks were in an uproar. Their eyes darted around as they whispered to each other.
Clang!
A young monk threw away the rod in his hand. Under the angry glares of his fellow disciples, he took a few steps back in fear. He gulped as he retreated back into the temple.
The Buddha Head's reputation was too resounding. In the hearts of the Buddhist disciples, it was like a god.
The sect's orders were no longer effective.
The sound of weapons falling to the ground could be heard. Young disciples kept retreating back into the temple. No matter how the elders scolded them, it was useless.
In the blink of an eye, close to a hundred people had left.
They were all disciples who were not controlled by flesh and blood. They all had the same characteristic: their cultivation was on the weaker side.
The remaining two hundred people did not retreat. They even glared at the Buddha Head and gritted their teeth.
Monk Xuantong's eyes were bloodshot. He shouted angrily, "Buddha Head, do you dare to attack? Do you dare to violate the precepts? Do you dare to kill Buddhist disciples?"
"None of us here have violated the precepts."
"If you kill us, how are you different from a demon?"
The Buddha Head was silent.
Xuantong snorted. "Form the Demon Subduing Formation."
The figures behind him quickly formed the Demon Subduing Formation. The auras of the people on both sides merged into one, surging violently.
As the auras gathered, the staff in Xuantong's hand emitted a dazzling golden light. It was like a red-hot soldering iron, distorting the surrounding air.
His skinny body suddenly expanded. His muscles became firm and plump, propping up the loose kasaya. His skin was dyed with a faint golden light.
Vajra Demon Subduing Formation.
The person in charge of the formation was Vajra.
Monk Xuantong let out a deep roar and took a step forward. His staff was like a landslide, smashing onto the head of the Buddha Head.
Clang!
It was as if he had smashed onto solid steel instead of flesh and blood.
The entire mountain shook violently. The steps under the Buddha Head's feet collapsed. Rocks fell, and the exploding aura broke the trees along the way.
It created a vacuum with a radius of dozens of meters.
The Buddha Head did not move. Instead, the staff in Xuantong's hand cracked inch by inch. His chest felt stuffy, and he could not help but spit out blood.
He was injured by the rebounding force.
"All of you have already entered the demonic path and are no longer disciples of Buddhism. I am cleaning up the sect on behalf of Buddha. What wrong did I do? Why don't I dare to kill? "
With a soft sigh, the Buddha Head slowly pointed out with its fingers like a sword.
There seemed to be chanting, the roars of Vajra, and the curses of Arhats.
Bang, bang, bang.
More than two hundred monks exploded at the same time. It was like blooming blood-colored fireworks.
There were no more demons in front of the Buddha Head.
He destroyed the sect with one finger.
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