Chapter 707 I also sit on the lotus platform
[In the first calamity, you read the Great Scripture of Spiritual Power and Protection of Dao, and a hazy figure gradually appeared in your mind. It was not clear and real, but it seemed to be engraved into your soul and was hard to forget.]
Shen Yi sat cross-legged, his pupils gradually condensed, as if a circle of golden rings appeared.
The Bodhisattva's fruition has no specific shape, but rather emphasizes the word "intention".
As prompts appeared on the panel, Shen Yi discovered that he was somewhat familiar with the blurry figure, as if he had seen it before and even used some of its power.
"So the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva's Dharmakaya was born from this phantom?"
"Spiritual power protects the Dao, the emphasis is on the word 'protect the Dao'."
Shen Yi moved the six golden threads in his body somewhat clumsily and awkwardly. The threads were clearly swaying as light as a feather, but his soul seemed to be carrying countless mountains.
Just like a person with disabled hands and feet, just picking it up makes his hands tremble like sifting chaff, not to mention making any subtle movements such as weaving it into shape.
But time heals all discomforts.
In the face of the demon's life span measured in calamities, the six golden threads still wrapped the amber round beads.
Shen Yi kept in mind the true meaning of the phantom he had just seen, and moved slowly, allowing the golden threads to gradually interweave and wrap the round beads.
But it was obvious that only six golden threads, even if they were like the roughest bamboo weaving with air leaking on all sides, could not be fully formed and could only barely form the upper body of a human figure.
He suddenly increased the speed of injecting life force into the demon.
With every thousand kalpas of life that passes, a golden thread will appear in the body.
Only after he thoroughly mastered this third-grade scripture did Shen Yi understand what the golden thread was.
The righteous gods are the embodiment of the order of heaven. If cultivators want to imitate them, they must find the origin of the order of the great way from the vast power of calamity.
This strand of golden thread is one of the great orders of the Dao, and is called "the power to protect the Dao" by the Bodhi religion.
Soon, the four thousand kalpas of the demon's lifespan were exhausted, and the four extra golden threads barely completed the lower body of the bamboo-like figurine.
The amber bead slowly floated up, like the heart of this little man.
At the same time, Shen Yi's heart began to beat at the same frequency as the amber bead.
The golden threads were like bones, with light slurry flowing, forming a thin film, like skin, covering the gaps on the golden man and hiding the amber beads inside.
At this point, a new reminder emerges.
[Third Rank. Spiritual Power Protector Sutra (Incomplete): Introduction]
The power of ten thousand calamities and ten golden threads finally gathered into a third-grade Bodhisattva.
But so far, Shen Yi has not been able to have a title like the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva, because his Bodhisattva status is only in its infancy. Even if he has some ideas in his mind, he does not have enough gold threads to construct those magical features.
To be honest, before seeing the light slurry pouring out, Shen Yi felt a chill in his heart.
After all, just to weave a crude human-shaped frame would consume ten gold threads. Could it be that the thousand arms of the Bodhisattva used up a thousand gold threads?
Now it seems that is not the case.
The opponent might be stronger than himself, but the gap was definitely not that terrifying. Otherwise, the attainment of the Seven Treasures Bodhisattva would have only required seven golden threads.
They are probably just different manifestations of light pulp.
"call."
Shen Yi slowly closed his eyes, the broken scripture on his knees moved without wind, and the pages were flipping.
He put his palms together.
Although he was wearing a plain black shirt, a hint of golden Buddha light quietly emerged on his entire outline.
The golden lotus that was originally inside his body and was used to carry the amber beads slowly emerged from his body and regrouped under him in the form of flowing light.
Shen Yi opened his eyes again, the golden rings on the edge of his pupils became more solid, and he looked majestic.
He sat upright on the lotus platform and suddenly flew into the sky!
……
The main gate of the city where people come and go.
A fair-skinned young man dressed like a scholar walked in slowly. His appearance changed from time to time, but the only thing that remained unchanged was the black dog he was holding in his hand.
The Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva has not received any response so far.
Finally, he could no longer control his temper and personally set foot on the territory of the Divine Dynasty.
The restraint that was left behind at the beginning allowed him to clearly sense that the Great King who Conquers Dragons and Tigers was still alive.
Since you are alive, why don't you speak?
Most likely he had apostasy.
People like the Daluo Immortal and the Bodhisattva do not pay much attention to evidence, but prefer to act according to their heart.
The reason why the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva did not use the golden thread to directly kill the Great Vajra King who Subdues Dragons and Tigers was because he also knew what this Vajra King had done when he was protecting the sutra.
The opponent's performance in dominating those of the same realm was even far superior to that of the Golden Toad Arhat back then.
If the Golden Toad sits on the lotus platform and achieves the status of a Bodhisattva, it is still unclear whether he would be willing to re-enter the mortal world to experience trials and tribulations.
By then, the Great King who subdues dragons and tigers will become the most promising person in the Bodhi Religion.
With such a talent and beauty, he was willing to give Shen Yi another chance to meet him. Anyway, as long as the chain was still in his hand, even if China was boundless and the world was vast, the other party would never be able to escape.
Finding this Mingwang is just a matter of time.
Thinking of this, the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva quietly walked into the crowd with a calm expression. Only when he heard the unpleasant noise would he frown slightly.
"Isn't it rumored that the Bodhi Sect wants to help the imperial court quell the evil? Why has it been so long and there has been no progress?"
"Are you just making empty promises to deceive the court?"
The casual comments of the people were also the doubts in the minds of the Demon Slayers and others.
Inside the Xishan government office.
Yang Mingli was in the main hall with Feng Xi and a group of titled generals.
But this time, no one was sitting there.
Mr. Sheep, who always predicts everything, actually guessed wrong this time.
So far, there has not been a single demon disaster in the twenty-seven prefectures of Great South Continent.
It is not known whether the three notorious monsters were frightened by the battle between General Nanyang and Songfeng Mansion, and they actually gave up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
"It's not your fault."
Even Feng Xi had no intention of blaming the other party at this moment.
Because the actions of the demons are totally unreasonable.
"Besides, as you said, with the strength of the Demon Slayer Division, even if they go out, it won't affect anything."
"..."
Yang Mingli stood with his hands behind his back, his dry lips moving as his voice became hoarse and difficult to speak: "Even if it's just a tiny bit, it's better than sitting and waiting."
If the Three Immortals Sect was only slightly inferior to the Bodhi Sect, but because of its own misjudgment, the imperial court was unable to get involved, allowing the scripture-preaching team to set foot on the land of China.
Then the man with the surname Yang is a sinner who deserves to be put to death.
Perhaps being like Yan Lanting, thinking less about everything and acting according to one's original intention would be more in line with the laws of nature and more likely to be favored by the great way?
Hearing this, many titled generals dared not say a word.
Lord Yan was still seriously injured, Lord Yang was getting more and more depressed, the masters of the three religions hadn't really taken action yet, and two of their own generals of Zhennan had been abolished. Feng Xi sighed and stopped trying to persuade them.
Since I chose to leave it to fate, I can now wait for news.
Everyone looked towards the west in silence.
It seemed that in the next moment, a huge sedan chair with brilliant light would come, carried by the majestic arhat.
I do not know how long it has been.
Feng Xi suddenly raised her eyebrows.
In this situation, any slight change will cause waves in everyone's hearts.
But what came into view was not the imagined glow, but a figure coming in a panic.
The man with black beard was the titled general who guarded Songfeng Mansion at that time.
After finding out that there was no demonic disaster, he volunteered to go and get information, but he returned in less than half a day.
As a dignified fourth-rank Taiyi True Immortal, his steps were unusually unsteady when he landed on the ground.
Such an abnormal scene made everyone feel nervous.
Even if those Arhats really came, everyone was already prepared in their hearts, so why would they lose their composure like this?
"Hachi! Hachi!"
The black-bearded man breathed heavily, his eyes swept over his colleagues and superiors, even his lips trembled slightly, his face full of disbelief.
The next moment, he uttered a hoarse voice like a wild beast: "Dead! All dead!"
This incoherent sentence made Yang Mingli slightly stunned, but as the head of the Demon Slaying Division of Great Nanzhou, he had to regain his spirit and face any situation.
"Tell me slowly what is going on."
Hearing this, the black-bearded man clenched his fists tightly, as if he had not yet completely digested the shock in his heart: "The Arhats of the Bodhi Sect and the Tianjiao of the Three Immortal Sects, a total of sixteen people, all died at the hands of the Dragon-Subduing Tiger Great Ming King and the Taixu Dan Emperor."
"Both sects suffered heavy losses, with Tianwu Mountain suffering the most. They lost two beloved disciples, Qingluan and Xuanwu, one after another. After hearing that Tianwu Patriarch was furious, they have already set off for Bodhi Sect!"
"And the last time the true scripture appeared was in the hands of the Great Ming King who subdues dragons and tigers, but it was intercepted by the Taixu Dan Emperor halfway. The two disappeared in the Taixu Realm and there has been no news of them since then!"
After these three consecutive sentences were spoken, even powerful warriors like Yang Mingli and Feng Xi, who had reached the third level, had their pupils shrunken.
The matter of spreading the scriptures is actually still undermining the Divine Dynasty, it just involves the attention of the other two religions.
But if it's just a matter of competing for attention, there's no need for a life-and-death fight to be so brutal.
With just a few words, half of the top fifty in the Immortal Ranking set by the Demon Slaying Bureau were directly removed. This would undoubtedly be a major event that would cause turmoil in the entire Great South Continent!
And the most terrifying thing was the first sentence of the black-bearded man.
"The Great Emperor of the Great Void... The Great Ming King who subdues dragons and tigers..."
Yang Mingli's breathing was a little heavy. He had never underestimated the strength of the three religions, but General Nanyang's performance was too shocking. He killed eight big monsters in a row. This made him want to compete with the three religions.
But only when you really get angry can you see how terrifying the three religions are.
These two monks from the three religions who inexplicably appeared in the eyes of the world must be people who have been cultivated and hidden for many years. They actually have the strength to kill eight great arhats and geniuses by themselves.
It is hard to imagine what horrifying existences they will become after reaching the third rank!
"Anyway, this is good news for us."
Feng Xi glanced sideways and pursed her lips: "At least for now."
Even though they knew that there would be two powerful enemies that would be difficult to defeat in the future, for now, before the two of them decided the winner, the sedan chair carrying the true scriptures should not be able to enter the Divine Dynasty.
With this time, the imperial capital has the opportunity to come up with a countermeasure.
"maybe."
Yang Mingli wanted to turn around, but his steps suddenly stumbled. The titled general next to him hurriedly supported him. When he looked up, he saw that there was no light in the eyes of the General Zhennan.
He actually knew why Lord Yang was like this.
After all, given the other party's character, he actually stopped having any expectations for Great South Continent a long time ago. He was just doing his duty and barely maintaining the overall situation.
But after what happened at Songfeng Mansion, although Lord Yang still looked depressed, it was clear that a glimmer of hope had returned to his heart.
That glimmer of hope was brought by General Nanyang.
Even if Nanyang left quietly under such circumstances without saying goodbye to anyone, Lord Yang still did not say anything, as if he still had the thought that the other party might come back.
But now, the shocking performance of Taixu Danhuang and Jianglongfuhu Damingwang wiped out the last bit of vitality in Lord Yang's eyes.
"I'll help you in and rest for a while."
According to common sense, as the General of Zhennan, he should not show weakness under any circumstances, as it can easily shake people's hearts.
For example, Lord Yan, even though he was seriously injured, still forced himself to meet with General Nanyang and several other generals. This is the same reason.
But now, under the gaze of many of his subordinates, Yang Mingli did not shake off the man's arm, and it was obvious that he no longer had the interest to care about these things.
At this moment, Lord Feng's voice, which sounded doubtful and slightly surprised, came from behind everyone: "You..."
Everyone subconsciously looked back.
Outside the hall, I saw a tall figure appear. He was wearing familiar clothes and had a fair and handsome face that was always calm. Who else could it be but the missing General Nanyang!
"You're back!"
Feng Xi had no intention of blaming him at all, there was only surprise on his face.
No matter what happened, in this situation, it is already a pleasant surprise that the other party is willing to come back.
On any other day, Yang Mingli would have certainly found out the truth, but at this moment, he turned around and looked at Shen Yi silently, then lightly nodded his chin as a greeting, then retracted his gaze and continued to walk deeper into the hall.
"Where did this go?"
Feng Xi was not questioning, he was simply concerned, and by the way, he also wanted to give an explanation to those titled generals who continued to guard Great Nanzhou.
After all, they are all paid by the imperial court. They cannot just leave at any time because Nanyang is strong, while they have to defend this place to the death, even if it means dying.
Sure enough, many titled generals looked over with complicated expressions.
They don't seek the truth, they just want Nanyang to find an excuse to make things easier for them.
"..."
Wushan mingled in the crowd, winking and making faces, hoping that Nanyang could calm the hearts of his brothers a little.
However, Shen Yi ignored his reminder, rubbed his wrist slightly tiredly, and walked into the hall.
"I received the message, so I went out to get something."
As he spoke, he had already walked to the table, took out an ordinary ancient book from his sleeve, and placed it on the table.
Everyone looked at it in confusion, and when their eyes fell on the book cover and the dazzling large words came into view, their pupils all contracted.
The true scripture of spiritual power protecting the way!
In an instant, the entire hall fell silent.
Even Yang Mingli, who glanced back casually, was frozen in place as if struck by lightning.
The true scripture of Bodhi teaching, representing the supreme treasure of the third level of Bodhisattva, was now lying quietly in the government office of Xishan.
(End of this chapter)
[In the first calamity, you read the Great Scripture of Spiritual Power and Protection of Dao, and a hazy figure gradually appeared in your mind. It was not clear and real, but it seemed to be engraved into your soul and was hard to forget.]
Shen Yi sat cross-legged, his pupils gradually condensed, as if a circle of golden rings appeared.
The Bodhisattva's fruition has no specific shape, but rather emphasizes the word "intention".
As prompts appeared on the panel, Shen Yi discovered that he was somewhat familiar with the blurry figure, as if he had seen it before and even used some of its power.
"So the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva's Dharmakaya was born from this phantom?"
"Spiritual power protects the Dao, the emphasis is on the word 'protect the Dao'."
Shen Yi moved the six golden threads in his body somewhat clumsily and awkwardly. The threads were clearly swaying as light as a feather, but his soul seemed to be carrying countless mountains.
Just like a person with disabled hands and feet, just picking it up makes his hands tremble like sifting chaff, not to mention making any subtle movements such as weaving it into shape.
But time heals all discomforts.
In the face of the demon's life span measured in calamities, the six golden threads still wrapped the amber round beads.
Shen Yi kept in mind the true meaning of the phantom he had just seen, and moved slowly, allowing the golden threads to gradually interweave and wrap the round beads.
But it was obvious that only six golden threads, even if they were like the roughest bamboo weaving with air leaking on all sides, could not be fully formed and could only barely form the upper body of a human figure.
He suddenly increased the speed of injecting life force into the demon.
With every thousand kalpas of life that passes, a golden thread will appear in the body.
Only after he thoroughly mastered this third-grade scripture did Shen Yi understand what the golden thread was.
The righteous gods are the embodiment of the order of heaven. If cultivators want to imitate them, they must find the origin of the order of the great way from the vast power of calamity.
This strand of golden thread is one of the great orders of the Dao, and is called "the power to protect the Dao" by the Bodhi religion.
Soon, the four thousand kalpas of the demon's lifespan were exhausted, and the four extra golden threads barely completed the lower body of the bamboo-like figurine.
The amber bead slowly floated up, like the heart of this little man.
At the same time, Shen Yi's heart began to beat at the same frequency as the amber bead.
The golden threads were like bones, with light slurry flowing, forming a thin film, like skin, covering the gaps on the golden man and hiding the amber beads inside.
At this point, a new reminder emerges.
[Third Rank. Spiritual Power Protector Sutra (Incomplete): Introduction]
The power of ten thousand calamities and ten golden threads finally gathered into a third-grade Bodhisattva.
But so far, Shen Yi has not been able to have a title like the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva, because his Bodhisattva status is only in its infancy. Even if he has some ideas in his mind, he does not have enough gold threads to construct those magical features.
To be honest, before seeing the light slurry pouring out, Shen Yi felt a chill in his heart.
After all, just to weave a crude human-shaped frame would consume ten gold threads. Could it be that the thousand arms of the Bodhisattva used up a thousand gold threads?
Now it seems that is not the case.
The opponent might be stronger than himself, but the gap was definitely not that terrifying. Otherwise, the attainment of the Seven Treasures Bodhisattva would have only required seven golden threads.
They are probably just different manifestations of light pulp.
"call."
Shen Yi slowly closed his eyes, the broken scripture on his knees moved without wind, and the pages were flipping.
He put his palms together.
Although he was wearing a plain black shirt, a hint of golden Buddha light quietly emerged on his entire outline.
The golden lotus that was originally inside his body and was used to carry the amber beads slowly emerged from his body and regrouped under him in the form of flowing light.
Shen Yi opened his eyes again, the golden rings on the edge of his pupils became more solid, and he looked majestic.
He sat upright on the lotus platform and suddenly flew into the sky!
……
The main gate of the city where people come and go.
A fair-skinned young man dressed like a scholar walked in slowly. His appearance changed from time to time, but the only thing that remained unchanged was the black dog he was holding in his hand.
The Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva has not received any response so far.
Finally, he could no longer control his temper and personally set foot on the territory of the Divine Dynasty.
The restraint that was left behind at the beginning allowed him to clearly sense that the Great King who Conquers Dragons and Tigers was still alive.
Since you are alive, why don't you speak?
Most likely he had apostasy.
People like the Daluo Immortal and the Bodhisattva do not pay much attention to evidence, but prefer to act according to their heart.
The reason why the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva did not use the golden thread to directly kill the Great Vajra King who Subdues Dragons and Tigers was because he also knew what this Vajra King had done when he was protecting the sutra.
The opponent's performance in dominating those of the same realm was even far superior to that of the Golden Toad Arhat back then.
If the Golden Toad sits on the lotus platform and achieves the status of a Bodhisattva, it is still unclear whether he would be willing to re-enter the mortal world to experience trials and tribulations.
By then, the Great King who subdues dragons and tigers will become the most promising person in the Bodhi Religion.
With such a talent and beauty, he was willing to give Shen Yi another chance to meet him. Anyway, as long as the chain was still in his hand, even if China was boundless and the world was vast, the other party would never be able to escape.
Finding this Mingwang is just a matter of time.
Thinking of this, the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva quietly walked into the crowd with a calm expression. Only when he heard the unpleasant noise would he frown slightly.
"Isn't it rumored that the Bodhi Sect wants to help the imperial court quell the evil? Why has it been so long and there has been no progress?"
"Are you just making empty promises to deceive the court?"
The casual comments of the people were also the doubts in the minds of the Demon Slayers and others.
Inside the Xishan government office.
Yang Mingli was in the main hall with Feng Xi and a group of titled generals.
But this time, no one was sitting there.
Mr. Sheep, who always predicts everything, actually guessed wrong this time.
So far, there has not been a single demon disaster in the twenty-seven prefectures of Great South Continent.
It is not known whether the three notorious monsters were frightened by the battle between General Nanyang and Songfeng Mansion, and they actually gave up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
"It's not your fault."
Even Feng Xi had no intention of blaming the other party at this moment.
Because the actions of the demons are totally unreasonable.
"Besides, as you said, with the strength of the Demon Slayer Division, even if they go out, it won't affect anything."
"..."
Yang Mingli stood with his hands behind his back, his dry lips moving as his voice became hoarse and difficult to speak: "Even if it's just a tiny bit, it's better than sitting and waiting."
If the Three Immortals Sect was only slightly inferior to the Bodhi Sect, but because of its own misjudgment, the imperial court was unable to get involved, allowing the scripture-preaching team to set foot on the land of China.
Then the man with the surname Yang is a sinner who deserves to be put to death.
Perhaps being like Yan Lanting, thinking less about everything and acting according to one's original intention would be more in line with the laws of nature and more likely to be favored by the great way?
Hearing this, many titled generals dared not say a word.
Lord Yan was still seriously injured, Lord Yang was getting more and more depressed, the masters of the three religions hadn't really taken action yet, and two of their own generals of Zhennan had been abolished. Feng Xi sighed and stopped trying to persuade them.
Since I chose to leave it to fate, I can now wait for news.
Everyone looked towards the west in silence.
It seemed that in the next moment, a huge sedan chair with brilliant light would come, carried by the majestic arhat.
I do not know how long it has been.
Feng Xi suddenly raised her eyebrows.
In this situation, any slight change will cause waves in everyone's hearts.
But what came into view was not the imagined glow, but a figure coming in a panic.
The man with black beard was the titled general who guarded Songfeng Mansion at that time.
After finding out that there was no demonic disaster, he volunteered to go and get information, but he returned in less than half a day.
As a dignified fourth-rank Taiyi True Immortal, his steps were unusually unsteady when he landed on the ground.
Such an abnormal scene made everyone feel nervous.
Even if those Arhats really came, everyone was already prepared in their hearts, so why would they lose their composure like this?
"Hachi! Hachi!"
The black-bearded man breathed heavily, his eyes swept over his colleagues and superiors, even his lips trembled slightly, his face full of disbelief.
The next moment, he uttered a hoarse voice like a wild beast: "Dead! All dead!"
This incoherent sentence made Yang Mingli slightly stunned, but as the head of the Demon Slaying Division of Great Nanzhou, he had to regain his spirit and face any situation.
"Tell me slowly what is going on."
Hearing this, the black-bearded man clenched his fists tightly, as if he had not yet completely digested the shock in his heart: "The Arhats of the Bodhi Sect and the Tianjiao of the Three Immortal Sects, a total of sixteen people, all died at the hands of the Dragon-Subduing Tiger Great Ming King and the Taixu Dan Emperor."
"Both sects suffered heavy losses, with Tianwu Mountain suffering the most. They lost two beloved disciples, Qingluan and Xuanwu, one after another. After hearing that Tianwu Patriarch was furious, they have already set off for Bodhi Sect!"
"And the last time the true scripture appeared was in the hands of the Great Ming King who subdues dragons and tigers, but it was intercepted by the Taixu Dan Emperor halfway. The two disappeared in the Taixu Realm and there has been no news of them since then!"
After these three consecutive sentences were spoken, even powerful warriors like Yang Mingli and Feng Xi, who had reached the third level, had their pupils shrunken.
The matter of spreading the scriptures is actually still undermining the Divine Dynasty, it just involves the attention of the other two religions.
But if it's just a matter of competing for attention, there's no need for a life-and-death fight to be so brutal.
With just a few words, half of the top fifty in the Immortal Ranking set by the Demon Slaying Bureau were directly removed. This would undoubtedly be a major event that would cause turmoil in the entire Great South Continent!
And the most terrifying thing was the first sentence of the black-bearded man.
"The Great Emperor of the Great Void... The Great Ming King who subdues dragons and tigers..."
Yang Mingli's breathing was a little heavy. He had never underestimated the strength of the three religions, but General Nanyang's performance was too shocking. He killed eight big monsters in a row. This made him want to compete with the three religions.
But only when you really get angry can you see how terrifying the three religions are.
These two monks from the three religions who inexplicably appeared in the eyes of the world must be people who have been cultivated and hidden for many years. They actually have the strength to kill eight great arhats and geniuses by themselves.
It is hard to imagine what horrifying existences they will become after reaching the third rank!
"Anyway, this is good news for us."
Feng Xi glanced sideways and pursed her lips: "At least for now."
Even though they knew that there would be two powerful enemies that would be difficult to defeat in the future, for now, before the two of them decided the winner, the sedan chair carrying the true scriptures should not be able to enter the Divine Dynasty.
With this time, the imperial capital has the opportunity to come up with a countermeasure.
"maybe."
Yang Mingli wanted to turn around, but his steps suddenly stumbled. The titled general next to him hurriedly supported him. When he looked up, he saw that there was no light in the eyes of the General Zhennan.
He actually knew why Lord Yang was like this.
After all, given the other party's character, he actually stopped having any expectations for Great South Continent a long time ago. He was just doing his duty and barely maintaining the overall situation.
But after what happened at Songfeng Mansion, although Lord Yang still looked depressed, it was clear that a glimmer of hope had returned to his heart.
That glimmer of hope was brought by General Nanyang.
Even if Nanyang left quietly under such circumstances without saying goodbye to anyone, Lord Yang still did not say anything, as if he still had the thought that the other party might come back.
But now, the shocking performance of Taixu Danhuang and Jianglongfuhu Damingwang wiped out the last bit of vitality in Lord Yang's eyes.
"I'll help you in and rest for a while."
According to common sense, as the General of Zhennan, he should not show weakness under any circumstances, as it can easily shake people's hearts.
For example, Lord Yan, even though he was seriously injured, still forced himself to meet with General Nanyang and several other generals. This is the same reason.
But now, under the gaze of many of his subordinates, Yang Mingli did not shake off the man's arm, and it was obvious that he no longer had the interest to care about these things.
At this moment, Lord Feng's voice, which sounded doubtful and slightly surprised, came from behind everyone: "You..."
Everyone subconsciously looked back.
Outside the hall, I saw a tall figure appear. He was wearing familiar clothes and had a fair and handsome face that was always calm. Who else could it be but the missing General Nanyang!
"You're back!"
Feng Xi had no intention of blaming him at all, there was only surprise on his face.
No matter what happened, in this situation, it is already a pleasant surprise that the other party is willing to come back.
On any other day, Yang Mingli would have certainly found out the truth, but at this moment, he turned around and looked at Shen Yi silently, then lightly nodded his chin as a greeting, then retracted his gaze and continued to walk deeper into the hall.
"Where did this go?"
Feng Xi was not questioning, he was simply concerned, and by the way, he also wanted to give an explanation to those titled generals who continued to guard Great Nanzhou.
After all, they are all paid by the imperial court. They cannot just leave at any time because Nanyang is strong, while they have to defend this place to the death, even if it means dying.
Sure enough, many titled generals looked over with complicated expressions.
They don't seek the truth, they just want Nanyang to find an excuse to make things easier for them.
"..."
Wushan mingled in the crowd, winking and making faces, hoping that Nanyang could calm the hearts of his brothers a little.
However, Shen Yi ignored his reminder, rubbed his wrist slightly tiredly, and walked into the hall.
"I received the message, so I went out to get something."
As he spoke, he had already walked to the table, took out an ordinary ancient book from his sleeve, and placed it on the table.
Everyone looked at it in confusion, and when their eyes fell on the book cover and the dazzling large words came into view, their pupils all contracted.
The true scripture of spiritual power protecting the way!
In an instant, the entire hall fell silent.
Even Yang Mingli, who glanced back casually, was frozen in place as if struck by lightning.
The true scripture of Bodhi teaching, representing the supreme treasure of the third level of Bodhisattva, was now lying quietly in the government office of Xishan.
(End of this chapter)
