Chapter 273 Celestials Gather

"I have long heard that Hero He's pair of iron palms has stabilized the Jianghu. Years ago, when he sought the Dao at Dragon Tiger Mountain, even the three Supreme Celestial Masters of Dragon Tiger Mountain were full of praise for him."

"I wonder what benefits the Great Jin Imperial Court promised Hero He that would make him aid a decayed Dynasty where treacherous officials hold power and imperial relatives interfere in politics?"

Facing Wu Chunqiu and He Wuzhu, Xue Bai threw out flattering words as if they cost nothing, causing some of the pass-guarding generals of Yongzhou City to change their expressions, fearing he might sway these two powerful Heavenly Humans.

However, how firm was the will of a Heavenly Human?

How could they be deceived by his words?

"Dual Palms Propping the Heavens" He Wuzhu was ranked third on the Heaven Rank.

He had a square face and a tall stature; his pair of fleshy palms, in particular, seemed as if they were made of iron, having killed countless enemies in the past.

Long before becoming a Heavenly Human, he was already a famous expert in the Jianghu. After opening a Divine Treasury, his progress soared. Within a short hundred years, he opened a second Divine Treasury and entered the Heaven Rank.

Hearing Xue Bai's flattering words, He Wuzhu's expression remained unmoved as he said calmly:

"Heavenly King Xue overpraises me!"

"I have received great kindness from the Imperial Court, so I should naturally do my best for it. Heavenly King Xue, for your own selfish interests, you have caused millions of people to be displaced and the world to be in constant turmoil. I hope you will think twice!"

Xue Bai gave a cold laugh, swung his long spear in mid-air, rested it diagonally behind his back, and looked at the two people appearing from the south of the city.

"A Heavenly Saber Sect Leader and a Six Doors Divine Constable—you two dare to show up here? Are you planning to come and seek death?"

Facing Heavenly Saber Sect Leader Lu Zhao and Purple Robe Divine Constable Fang Yunsong, Xue Bai did not treat them like He Wuzhu and the other; his words carried undisguised contempt.

Fang Yunsong snorted coldly:

"Xue Bai, you are a mere rebel. Don't even think about leaving this place alive today!"

On Lu Zhao's handsome young face, a hint of Battle Intent rose, and his weathered eyes seemed to burst with the vigor of a young man as he said:

"Since this seat stepped into the Heavenly Blade Realm, I have yet to find a suitable opponent. Today, I ask Heavenly King Xue to test my blade!"

Xue Bai snorted disdainfully, turned his head to look at Yuwen Yi in the center of the city tower, and said:

"Old Ghost Yuwen, are they your reliance?"

"If that's the case, then this Yongzhou City will be your burial ground today!!"

"Arrogant!"

Grand Tutor Yuwen Xuan shouted sternly.

Yuwen Yi's old face bore no expression as he looked around and said slowly:

"Everyone from Nalanda Temple, please show yourselves!"

"Since you have already arrived, why hide?"

"amitabha!!"

As Yuwen Yi's voice fell, the night sky more than ten miles below the city wall suddenly cracked. Along with the Buddhist chant, overflowing golden light spread out like flowing water, illuminating the surrounding hundred miles with a brilliant golden glow that was more dazzling than daylight.

From within that golden light, four Dharma Aspects, each a hundred zhang tall, walked out.

The leading Dharma Aspect had a hunched back like a small golden mountain. Beneath the Dharma Aspect was none other than the Tuoshan Vajra, who had previously appeared at the Hanging Temple.

Hundreds of meters away was a Dharma Aspect holding an alms bowl in its palm.

The air around that alms bowl was distorted; one could clearly see that in the night sky, countless threads of Heaven and Earth Origin Qi were being collected by the bowl and merged into the Dharma Aspect.

Therefore, this Dharma Aspect was the tallest and most solid of the four, and the pressure it brought to everyone was also the strongest.

It was the leader of the Four Great Vajras of Nalanda Temple, the Bowl-Holding Vajra.

The third Dharma Aspect was like a big-bellied Maitreya, with an exposed chest, a wide-open mouth, and a smile full of compassion.

It was the second-ranked of the Four Great Vajras, the Smiling Vajra.

The last Dharma Aspect held its chin with one hand in a pensive posture, with lowered brows and head, a humble expression, and calm eyes. It stood at the back, alongside Heavenly King Xue.

It was the last of the Four Great Vajras, the Pondering Vajra.

"Good! Good! Good!!!"

The Four Great Vajras appeared together, the light of their Dharma Aspects like a divine miracle.

Although several Heavenly Humans present did not take them seriously, in the eyes of the soldiers guarding the city tower, this was no different from the descent of true Buddhas.

Yuwen Yi's beard and hair danced wildly as he laughed madly, his eyes incredibly cold.

"The Four Great Vajras mobilized together; Nalanda Temple has really gone all out. It seems that to support Xue Bai, you are determined to follow this dark path to the end!"

"amitabha!!"

The Bowl-Holding Arhat held a single palm upright before him and uttered a Buddhist chant, his voice grand and loud.

"Old Benefactor Yuwen's words are mistaken!"

"Now that Heavenly King Xue has the Mandate of Heaven upon him, it is time for a change of Dynasty and the reorganization of the mountains and rivers. My temple is merely following the will of Heaven; how can you say we are following a dark path to the end?"

"Hmph!"

Yuwen Yi's white robe fluttered loudly as he said coldly:

"In that case, let's see the truth through our hands today!"

"Xue Bai, whoever else you have, come out together!"

Xue Bai gave a cold laugh and spoke:

"Since that's the case, Great Masters Fa Ning and Dharma Speech, please show yourselves!"

Whoosh—

As Xue Bai's voice fell, an uproar broke out within Yongzhou City.

These two names were known to everyone in Yongzhou.

Because they were respectively the First Seats of the Arhat Hall and the Discipline Hall of the Hanging Temple. They were high monks of the Fa generation, the Junior Brothers of Abbot Great Master Faxing, and Celestial Being Experts.

Yuwen Yi's face was as gloomy as water. Looking at the two monks who appeared to the left and right behind Xue Bai, he said slowly:

"It seems the Hanging Temple has made its choice. Are you not even willing to stand by and watch?"

"amitabha!"

Fa Ning, the First Seat of the Arhat Hall, said with a normal expression:

"Benefactor Yuwen, you overstate it. My Hanging Temple is also thinking of the millions of commoners in Yongzhou and does not wish for constant conflict."

"If Benefactor Yuwen can withdraw now, this monk is willing to mediate and ask Heavenly King Xue to turn weapons into jade and silk with the Yuwen Family."

"You bald thief!"

At this moment, the green-robed old Daoist who had appeared at the beginning spoke up.

"All bald donkeys in the world are one family. If they aren't of the same kind, they won't enter the same door. As expected, every one of them is sanctimonious and says one thing but means another."

"This old Daoist is somewhat curious. With Faxing's personality of plucking feathers from a passing goose and being penny-pinching about everything, what benefits did Xue Bai promise your Hanging Temple to make you stand on his side?"

"Hehe!"

Before Fa Ning could speak, Dharma Speech spoke first:

"Red Pine Master, you ox-nose are talking big without any effort!"

"Your Qingyang Palace has been the national religion for many years, enjoying the Luck and incense of the Dynasty, and now you are just watching from the sidelines. My Hanging Temple is merely thinking of the people of Yongzhou; what right do you have to criticize us?"

Red Pine Master smiled slightly, not wanting to argue with him further. He flicked his whisk and said:

"Very well!"

"Since the two bald donkeys from the Hanging Temple are also here today, this old Daoist can save himself the trouble of picking an opponent. Everyone, this poor Daoist is going!"

After speaking, Red Pine Master turned into a red rainbow and headed toward Fa Ning and the other.

Among the gathering of Heavenly Humans, it was actually the old Daoist who was a man of few words but ruthless actions; if words didn't align, he would strike immediately.