The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 491 - 387. Traitor (5000 words)

Boom——

At this moment, accompanied by swirling flames, the Taia Sword, nearly like a meteor falling to earth, fiercely collided with the "Golden Bell" enveloping the Divine Dragon Temple.

Centered around the Divine Dragon Temple, a massive roar resounded in the ears of the people throughout the large city districts.

The Golden Bell flickered wildly for a moment, seemingly on the verge of collapsing several times, yet each time it dimmed, it immediately brightened again.

Compared to the outside world that only heard the roar, inside the Divine Dragon Temple, a fierce wind howled and the ground shook.

Inside the temple, each Buddha Bell, with no one to push them, moved on its own and struck, creating a series of "ding, ding" bell sounds.

In each Buddhist Temple, the candlesticks and incense burners on the offering tables also began to crack and shake, with the fruits on the fruit trays rolling off to the ground.

"Ah——"

Monks with lower cultivation covered their ears with both hands, their faces reddening due to the disturbance of their blood qi.

Bian Ji stood up with the help of others, his mind wavering as he looked up at the confrontation above.

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"Hmph!" Xu Zhenguan stood in mid-air, seeing her sword blocked by Xuan Yin, she did not let up but instead formed hand seals.

Her red lips lightly parted, "Rise!"

The Taia Sword, already exhausted on the illusory Golden Bell, responded to the call and rose again.

Xu Zhenguan drew a circle with her wrist.

The Taia Sword then formed a large circle around the Empress, leaving a trail of sword shadows at its original position; in the blink of an eye, dozens of sword shadows overlapped and merged into one.

"Go!" Xu Zhenguan struck with her sword a second time.

On the roof of the Great Hall, standing on the glazed tiles, a short and thin old monk's brown robe wildly danced in the wind; his hands pressed together, and the sound of a wooden fish echoed from below the hall.

This time, the colossal Dharma Body of the "World Honored One" suddenly opened its eyes but still did not counterattack; instead, it calmly faced the furious strike with its vast divine stature, shielding the entire temple.

"Boom!!!"

This time, the Taia Sword mercilessly struck the rotating lotus crown on the head of the World Honored One's Dharma Body.

The explosive noise resembled thunder, the Buddha Light around the entire World Honored One's Dharma Body suddenly dimmed, and Master Xuan Yin's face also turned slightly pale.

This old powerhouse of the Heavenly Human Realm, just with his robust Dharma Body, forcibly received a sword strike.

Seeing this, Xu Zhenguan, unrelenting, immediately prepared to strike with her sword for the third time, amassing her full strength before slashing down.

This time, the giant lotus on the World Honored One's Dharma Body's head was forcibly slashed off, the Buddha Light also dimmed and contracted, only able to cover one part of the Great Hall.

And Master Xuan Yin, who had taken three sword strikes in succession, even with his deep cultivation, was noticeably weakened.

At this moment, the thin monk who seemed as if he could scatter with the wind finally slowly spoke,

"Has Your Majesty calmed your anger?"

He clearly saw the Empress's fury but had not countered from the beginning to the end, only using the cost of getting hurt to receive three sword strikes of the Heavenly Human Realm.

Seeing the old bald monk like this, the murderous intent between Xu Zhenguan's brows slightly dissipated, and she coldly scoffed,

"Xuan Yin, you finally came out."

Master Xuan Yin sighed softly, his somewhat ugly face showing a hint of compassion,

"Your Majesty came here today in a towering rage. May I ask what wrong has our Divine Dragon Temple committed?"

Xu Zhenguan sneered, "You don't know?"

Xuan Yin calmly said, "May Your Majesty clarify."

"Alright," Xu Zhenguan stared at the old monk's expression, her voice icy,

"Da Jing Monk assassinated the officials sent by me to Hu Ting, causing them severe injury and near death. Is this reason enough?! Long Shu Monk also appeared at Hu Ting, suspected of participating in another assassination. Is this reason enough?!"

With these words, the entire Divine Dragon Temple was in an uproar.

Including Bian Ji, all the monks were shocked, seemingly unaware of this matter.

Master Xuan Yin, forced out of his seclusion, his dry face furrowed as he asked,

"Are you certain, Your Majesty?"

Xu Zhenguan looked down at the old monk with unfriendly eyes, her hand holding a long sword,

"What do you think?"

Master Xuan Yin's expression darkened, he took a deep breath and said earnestly,

"The old monk was not aware of this matter. Our Divine Dragon Temple absolutely has no intention of being the enemy of the court. Please, Your Majesty, grant us some time to find Da Jing and Long Shu. If the two indeed participated, I, as the abbot of Divine Dragon Temple, promise to punish them severely and give Your Majesty an explanation."

Inside the temple, Bian Ji and others also quickly spoke up, expressing the same attitude.

Xu Zhenguan, having struck three times, facing a group of monks who didn't hit back, her anger somewhat abated, said coldly,

"I remember your words."

After speaking, her figure disappeared into the sky above, and the rolling dark clouds also gradually subsided.

The terrifying pressure faded away, the colossal "World Honored One" statue was also put away, leaving only a mess in the Divine Dragon Temple along with many monks who had fallen to the ground, their souls scattered.

"Abbot!" Bian Ji Monk hurriedly approached, coming to the old abbot who had descended from the hall, wanting to speak.

But he was stopped by Xuan Yin raising his hand, his expression solemn, dropping a sentence "Summon all halls for a meeting" before turning around, sweeping his sleeve, and returning to the hall.

At that moment, the devotees who had been unexpectedly confined inside the temple and came to burn incense finally regained their composure and fled out of the temple.

Not far out, they saw on the street a formidable array of armed imperial guards marching furiously, surrounding the once bustling Divine Dragon Temple so tightly no water could seep through.

...

Inside Jizhao Temple.

"The Bodhisattvas, it's bad, government soldiers have come..."

A young nun ran in panic and, under Princess Yunyang's blank stare, found the Bodhisattva.

Barely clothed in a thin monk's robe despite winter, exposing a lot of white skin, the Bodhisattva's face was expressionless.

He said matter-of-factly "Stay calm," and then disappeared inside Jizhao Temple, already heading towards the opposite Divine Dragon Temple.