Chapter 799: Chapter 681: Official Promotion to Third Rank (Part 4)
"I hope, my lord, that you will forever hold your current rank, leading us in battles across all lands!"
Haha, Lin Xiaosu laughed.
Fu Fu also laughed with a snicker.
Kuang Lang’s lips also curled into a smile.
Zhang Tao laughed as well.
With a swoosh, a figure fell onto the rooftop— it was Gu Suixin, who had been missing for three days.
Gu Suixin looked around: "What happened here? Did I miss something interesting?"
Zhang Tao laughed: "You missed the scene of our lord’s promotion."
"Pfft! As if I was so secluded in Xianyin Pavilion to miss such a grand occasion!" Gu Suixin scoffed, "So, what else happened?"
"Another interesting event," Fu Fu said: "Captain Zhang told his lord that his junior brother just got a bonus of a hundred Desert Gold and rushed to the Xianyin Pavilion."
"Damn it!" Gu Suixin cursed: "I knew he’d exaggerate things. Brother, I must clarify, I went to Xianyin Pavilion not to indulge idly, but to gather military intelligence."
"Gather military intelligence? What did you find out?" Zhang Tao asked.
Gu Suixin replied: "Three days ago, the woman who challenged my brother face-to-face was Han Yan, the Second Saintess of the Heavenly Capital, with Tao Cultivation. She uses music to enter the Tao, her melody can annihilate an entire army!"
Everyone was silent.
The background of Han Yan was well-known to all.
However, the depths of her cultivation were not known by many.
In the Realm of Tao mastery, using music to enter the Tao, a single melody can destroy an entire army.
This was the military intelligence he gathered.
Lin Xiaosu smiled gently: "Junior brother, it’s best that you’re back, accompany me on a trip!"
"To Xianyin Pavilion or Hanyue Valley?"
"Neither! To Luohua Temple!"
"Luohua Temple? Brother, are you really going to make a move on the nuns?" Gu Suixin exclaimed.
Lin Xiaosu glared at him: "What nonsense! Are you coming or not?"
"If my brother commands, I can go anywhere! But, little brother must remind brother, the group of nuns is really unsuitable for us brothers, these bald heads are quite unfriendly and hard to approach..."
Lin Xiaosu stepped into the air.
He was gone.
Gu Suixin followed.
Zhang Tao followed as well.
Fu Fu shouted loudly: "Brother Su, I’m coming too!"
But Lin Xiaosu’s voice echoed back: "You stay, sit with Kuang Lang and guard the army!"
Kuang Lang’s gaze fell: "Let’s go, let’s return to the flagship."
He grabbed Fu Fu’s hand and soared into the sky.
On Lin Xiaosu’s side.
The three crossed the Zhu River.
In front of them was an ancient mountain gate.
The mountain stood like a Buddha, tall and imposing.
The mountain was full of peach trees, and at this time, all the flowers had long since fallen, with sparse yellow leaves.
This mountain, on the side of the Zhu River, is Chanjing Mountain.
This place is Luohua Temple.
Luohua refers to the falling peach blossoms.
Isn’t it also a metaphor for life?
Daughters of Jianghu age in Jianghu, half a life of glory, half a life of sorrow.
When sorrow comes, the world is not enough to heal her deep wounds, only a mountain of solitude and a view of peach forests can.
Lin Xiaosu and the others descended from the void, landing before the ancient temple amidst the falling yellow leaves.
In front of the temple, an elderly nun was sweeping the endlessly falling leaves, her gaze slowly rising: "Amitabha, who might the three benefactors be?"
The four words of Amitabha spread softly, and the bell of Luohua Temple rang without wind.
Circles of Buddhist light rose from all directions, the yellow leaves underfoot scattered, together constructing the majesty of the Buddhist Path.
"Brother Su, Luohua Temple is evidently prepared." A whisper from Gu Suixin reached Lin Xiaosu’s ears.
This is the outsider watching the spectacle, while the insider sees the subtleties.
He knew very clearly that amidst these lights, there was a strong hostility. The Buddhist path would not likely harbor hostility towards ordinary incense guests; only when they know the visitor is an enemy would such compassionate yet stern heavenly light of Buddhism emerge.
Lin Xiaosu looked to the sky with a laugh: "Slaughtering a million soldiers in Jiangnan, the sword at my waist still reeks of blood, the old nun doesn’t recognize a hero, still eagerly asking for names!"
His voice soared directly to the sky, transforming into a powerful wave, sweeping away the Buddhist lights in the heavens.
Only three heroic figures remained.
