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Chapter 138 - 84: Mountains and Rivers Split Open the Incense and Candle Path, Lying in Wait to Save the Rose
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Chapter 138: Chapter 84: Mountains and Rivers Split Open the Incense and Candle Path, Lying in Wait to Save the Rose

The monks in the temple stood stunned.

Someone shouted "Fire," but one rock after another fell from the sky, continuously with a rumbling sound, drawing brilliant red arcs in the pitch-black night sky.

The night was radiant, and the sounds were deafening.

No one knew how the soldiers infiltrated from the court managed to secretly transport the Thunderbolt Vehicle into the city.

But undoubtedly, it must have involved numerous hardships and efforts.

Yet these efforts are worth it.

As long as they let the Thunderbolt Vehicle bombard for half the time of an incense stick, the Bright Temple would be razed to the ground.

Even without that much time, the Bright Temple would be burned by the fire nonetheless.

But at this moment, an unimaginable miraculous scene unfolded.

Above the Lingbo Mansion, the initially clear night sky suddenly became hazy, with wisps of lingering incense smoke emerging, swirling like a deep-sea whirlpool.

The air ripped open, revealing a bright world.

In that world, a headless Buddha’s figure covered the sky, gently moving, freezing numerous rocks mid-air.

Another movement sent the rocks flying back to their original places.

In an instant, the whole Lingbo Mansion burst into noise, fervent believers shouted "Hail the Buddha, Hail the Buddha," and fiercely battled with the infiltrating soldiers and Secret Martial Artists.

Li Xuan watched silently.

At this moment, he even felt admiration for those dying Secret Martial Artists and soldiers.

’They know it’s certain death, yet they do not retreat.’

From afar, the headless Buddha appeared, not disappearing, quickly striking.

Every strike landed on the side of the fiercest charging soldiers.

No matter how they resisted, their heads were easily severed.

The incense grew thicker, and in such an atmosphere, the headless Buddha became increasingly terrifying.

The routed soldiers ran crazily through city alleys, but were soon slain by the pursuing Yu Sect believers.

Bang!

Another young man fell to the ground, several people ran up behind him, stabbing him in the back, killing him with chaos of knives.

The man lay in the blood pool, eyes wide open.

A bone bird quietly landed, raised its claw, gently closed his eyelids, then flew into the shadows, observing the Demon Buddha’s strikes with extreme calmness.

...

...

Upstream of Lingbo Mansion.

Luo River...

Due to the thawing of the western great icy mountains, the Luo River was flourishing.

Yet the Luo River, which ought to be turbulent, was blocked, resulting in very few water sources flowing downstream, causing the drying of Lingbo Mansion’s lake and well water.

The General stationed here had been waiting.

At this moment, he finally saw it.

In the distance, the lantern flickered three times, the agreed upon signal: Chaos erupted in Lingbo Mansion.

A hint of reluctance surfaced on the General’s face, but in the next instant, he shouted sharply, "Open the gates, release the water!!"

...

...

Lingbo Mansion was in chaos.

However, the infiltrating soldiers and Secret Martial Artists, despite their ferocity, ultimately couldn’t withstand being outnumbered, nor the headless Buddha.

At this time, a thunderous sound came from afar, shaking the heavens and earth.

The water level, which was extremely low at the Luo River dam, rose at an unbelievable speed, and when it reached a certain height, the weak part under the dam was suddenly "hollowed out" and broke.

Fierce water flows widened the breach, resembling a cascading waterfall, flooding the lower terrain Lingbo Mansion.

Before everyone could react, they saw the raging flood carrying thick mud rushing towards them.

Crash!!

Inside the city gates, houses were swept away one by one.

Those who were fighting turned and fled.

Some climbed to rooftop, while others were swept into the water.

The Bright Temple finally reacted, only to be washed away by the flood.

All the incense smoke throughout the city was like being slashed by a majestic flood blade, instantly extinguished.

That blade did not stop, it continued forward, piercing through the city cruelly and cold-bloodedly.

The bright world vanished along with the extinction of incense.

The turbid membrane around the monks dissipated without a trace, while the sound of marching cavalry rose upstream and downstream of the flood.

Armored cavalry came from afar.

They weren’t concentrated in one place, instead advanced like waves in batches.

Among them were Secret Martial Artists.

At this moment, everyone was solemn, their eyes coldly fixed on the flood, the isolated city, seemingly waiting for something.

Finally...the old nun led several figures running from the city.

She barely escaped far before seeing the cavalry standing in the distance.

The cavalry charged, white air surged around the old nun.

The cavalry suddenly split into two, spreading an ice crystal fishing net with barbs, towards the old nun.

The old nun hesitated, trying to evade.

But the opened fishing net was not just one side, cavalry going around pulled new nets.

Thus, the net came from all directions.

The only open side was the flood behind her.

The old nun gritted her teeth, lunged at a cavalry member, feeling a strong threat, raising her eyes she saw a Secret Martial Artist standing beside the cavalry.

At this stunned moment, the net wrapped around her.

The Secret Martial power around her rapidly waned.

The leading General suddenly charged, his sword swinging.

Whoosh!!

A human head flew high.

Such scenes occurred everywhere.

The soldiers of Great Yin immersed in sorrow, silently slaying the fleeing enemies.

...

Ji Baolin was a fierce general under the Grand General’s command.

Today, he commanded three thousand men, patrolling the flood upstream and downstream.

Just as pondering "Why has no one escaped to my side today," he suddenly saw a distant incense forming a meandering, twisting goat trail.

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