I practice martial arts by adding skill points in modern city-Chapter 449: 【169】The true identity of Taiping’s Divine Master, a reincarnated person? _3

"Benefactor, please stop. Recently, Pujue Temple is closed, and we are not welcoming pilgrims. Please go back."

Two monks sweeping the ground courteously said to Wang Longhu in English.

But little did they know, during his school days, Wang Longhu's worst subjects were English and mathematics.

Bang! Bang!

Without doing anything, Wang Longhu saw the two monks collide with the walls beside the temple gate, their backs pressed against the wall, unable to move.

Their expressions were utterly terrified, wanting to call for help, but they found they couldn't make a sound.

Wang Longhu easily entered the temple, heading directly toward the main hall at the center of the temple's central axis.

Upon entering the temple, he could easily sense that the target he was seeking was there.

"Stop! Who are you to dare trespass into Pujue Temple?"

Wang Longhu's intrusion quickly caught the attention of a large number of monks in the temple.

They swiftly took out submachine guns from the side rooms, aiming them at Wang Longhu and his group, their expressions fierce.

At first glance, Wang Longhu knew they were not real monks but Martial Artists in disguise.

Because the traits of a Ming Jin Martial Artist are so easy to recognize, their bodies bear the marks of training.

Ignoring them, Wang Longhu continued striding toward the main hall.

Seeing this, those masquerading as monks, members of the Taiping sect, did not hesitate, pulling the trigger and starting a crossfire towards Wang Longhu and his group.

However, in the next instant, all the bullets halted in mid-air, then fell to the ground like a downpour.

They clattered all over the ground.

With another thought, Wang Longhu had all the submachine guns crumpled into iron balls, unable to fire anymore.

For a moment, all the Taiping members present were stunned.

Not only were they shocked by what Wang Longhu displayed, but even Liu Yan of Winye and the action team who followed Wang Longhu were dumbfounded.

They had never in their lives seen such a method.

Could Wang Longhu truly be a deity descended to earth?

Except for Chi Ming and Bai Yongge, who had witnessed Wang Longhu's methods before, everyone else was a bit confused.

By the time they came to their senses, Wang Longhu had already stepped into the main hall.

The first sight was a massive golden-bodied Bodhisattva, five meters tall.

She had a compassionate face, gazing down at the world.

What was unusual was that on both her cheeks, there was an additional face; the left was deep blue, with a cold expression.

The right face was scarlet, with an angry and fierce glare.

This represented kindness, evil, and the self.

Upon seeing this Bodhisattva, Wang Longhu finally understood what divine presence truly meant.

The appearance of the Bodhisattva was exactly like Li Qionghao's trinity form, almost identical.

No wonder those with the anomaly were called divine presences.

Because these anomalies manifested in the divine presence.

On top of the Bodhisattva's head was also a slightly smaller head.

This head also had three faces: left, center, right, and above this smaller head, there was another even smaller head.

Everything was like a Russian nesting doll, raising seven layers high.

Sitting cross-legged on the golden silk cushion beneath the Bodhisattva's golden body was a person.

With his back to Wang Longhu and the others, his spine was straight, like a mountain standing there.

Just looking at his back was enough to instill a vague sense of facing a deity in the hearts of ordinary people.

"You have arrived."

In the spacious hall, the Taiping Spiritual Master, with his back to everyone, spoke calmly.

His voice resonated like a great bell, humming throughout the grand hall.

Chi Ming, Bai Yongge, Liu Yan of Winye, and others felt as if their minds were shocked, their footing like an earthquake.

The world was spinning, turning upside down.

"Wang Longhu, you are formidable, to be able to kill my seven disciples all by yourself."

The golden silk cushion that the Taiping Spiritual Master was sitting on slowly turned around, showing him from the front for the first time.

This was also the first time everyone saw this mysterious leader of the Taiping sect, a figure as renowned as the White Lotus Saint Emperor and the Alliance Leader of the Heaven and Earth Alliance.

When the Taiping Spiritual Master turned around, everyone's eyes showed surprise.

For he was a youthful boy with skin as white as jade, rosy cheeks, and a tender appearance.

His facial features were extremely delicate, like a porcelain doll carved by a master craftsman.

His eyes were like deep ponds, and looking into them one might feel deeply ensnared, plummeting into an unfathomable abyss, unable to extricate themselves.

"You know my name," Wang Longhu said with a smile.

"Anything I wish to know, I will know. The truths and realities of the world are all within my heart. Wang Longhu, I know what you want to do,

I can also tell you, you cannot be my opponent. I offer you a chance, join my Taiping sect, become my disciple,

I will impart all I know about the Spirit to you, making you the second Spiritual Master of the Taiping sect,

Believe me, you have great talent, as long as you follow me, you will have the opportunity to enter 'Paradise'."

The Taiping Spiritual Master pointed one hand to the sky and one to the earth.

His entire being exuded a sense of divine brilliance; though there was nothing on him,

it felt as if holy light was emanating, making one feel immensely warm and comfortable, compelling enough to kneel in devout submission to the Taiping Spiritual Master.