books44 Chapter 850 The North (2)
Chapter 850 The North (2)
Chapter 850 The North (Part Two)
Han Yi has grown from weak to strong, and has come this far.
I don't owe many favors.
Wang Yunkai is one of them.
It is still one of the few that has not yet been repaid.
and…...
Han Yi will never have the chance to repay this debt of gratitude...
The person who instigated Wang Yunkai's suicide was the governor of Yunzhou, Liuquan, who lived in the prefectural city.
Whatever the reason, whether it was an order from above, part of a plan, or some unspeakable secret, it was all part of the plan.
Han Yi didn't bother with the details. Since he hadn't repaid the favor he owed Wang Yunkai, he'd have Liu Quan help him do so.
Let's consider this revenge for Wang Yunkai, so that he can rest in peace in the afterlife.
"Opportunities... will always come..." Han Yi made his decision, and his emotions quickly calmed down.
No need to think about it.
The unusual phenomena clearly indicate that the Yuanmiao Sect is currently keeping its gates tightly closed and its surroundings sealed off, definitely preparing a major move.
If he were to go at this critical juncture, given the Yuanmiao Sect's high level of vigilance, he would definitely be discovered immediately, and then…
That's probably the end of it.
They were barely able to repel the two Venerables of Yuanmiao Sect, and even those who directly came to challenge them...
These are two completely different things.
Han Yi was aware of his own limitations. Emperor Yuan Miaozong was clearly too preoccupied to deal with him.
If he still doesn't know what's good for him and goes to their doorstep, then even if the other party doesn't want to get involved, they will have to take action out of face.
Therefore... we cannot go to Yunzhou Prefecture.
Han Yi's figure flashed continuously, swooping down like a black meteor, and returned to the carriage in a few moments.
The group of people in the carriage were still chattering away, unable to determine their next route.
"We can't figure out Shouyi Temple's attitude, so it doesn't really matter which path we take," Elder Fu argued. "If Shouyi Temple is hostile to us, the danger is no less than that of Yuanmiao Sect."
Therefore, regardless of the circumstances, intelligence is paramount; only by understanding the situation thoroughly can danger be eliminated.
"Alright, let's go to Pingyuan... bypass Yunzhou Prefecture." A blur appeared before everyone's eyes, and Han Yi's tall figure materialized, his finger heavily tapping the map. "But... but..." Old Fu hesitated, wanting to speak several times.
Mr. Fu's stubbornness cannot be called wrong.
This can be considered a mature and prudent statement.
Lacking intelligence, he had no idea that the direction of Yunzhou Prefecture... was a dead end.
There is only one road leading to Shouyi Temple.
"Danger...I will eliminate it." Han Yi's tone was firm and left no room for doubt. "Pingyuan, Shouyi Temple, then the boundary marker, and finally Qingzhou. Notify the convoy to change its route."
Once he had spoken, the others fell silent.
Given Han Yi's current prestige, once he makes a decision, it is a matter of absolute authority.
laugh…...
The wheels turned and turned, and the huge convoy slowly slowed down and changed direction, looking from a distance like a long dragon struggling to move.
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"The mountain is not a mountain, the water is not water. The mountain is again a mountain, the water... is again water..."
The green shadows are serene, and the blue waves surge like waves.
call…...
A gentle breeze blew by, and the trees rustled silently.
clang…...
The sound of a huge bronze bell rang out, deep and resonant.
The lingering sound echoed, the Bodhi tree trembled slightly, and many dark green leaves fluttered down.
Under the tree, at the gray and white table and chairs, a young monk was lying on the stone table, deep in thought.
"Mountains are not mountains...water is not water...therefore..."
"..." He seemed to have thought of a key point, and his eyes lit up.
clang…...
Another loud bell rang, instantly interrupting my thoughts.
"The clock... why did it ring twice in a row?" The little monk looked displeased and looked towards the main hall with a puzzled expression.
The distance was too far; all that could be vaguely seen was a continuous stretch of golden-red buildings, with shadowy figures moving about.
Clang clang clang clang clang!
The bell tolled loudly and rapidly, like the drums of a military camp announcing an enemy attack—a harsh and unpleasant sound.
A continuous wave of sound waves emanated, causing the stone table to tremble slightly, and large swaths of leaves fell down as if a sudden gust of wind had swept in.
"Ten...eighteen rings?! Eighteen rings of a bell?!"
The young monk looked terrified, his face was deathly pale, and his body began to shake violently.
He remembered that when ordinary enemies attacked, even martial arts masters, there were only five or six bell rings.
The eighteen consecutive chimes are a final warning sounded only when an insurmountable and terrifying enemy arrives, when facing a life-or-death calamity and the extinction of one's lineage...
Shouyi Temple, inner level.
Ascending the steps, behind the bluestone square, stands a row of neatly arranged halls.
The building is grand, symmetrical, and magnificent, with red tiles arranged in rows to form curved eaves. When sunlight shines on it, the surface faintly glows with a golden-red light.
"The former holy land of martial arts... truly lives up to its reputation..."
Han Yi stood with his hands behind his back, gazing quietly at the building in front of him with admiration in his eyes.
Four golden dragon-carved pillars support the openwork beams. Under the bright light, the surroundings are filled with shimmering light. The walls and ceiling are inlaid with glittering agate, amber, crystal and other sparkling objects, making it extremely magnificent.
Dozens of tall Buddha statues stand in the depths of the hall, like murals, their faces blurred, their appearance solemn, the atmosphere dignified, and their whole bodies resplendent in gold, making people involuntarily bow down in worship.
"You've come uninvited, may I ask what brings you here?"
Footsteps sounded, and an old figure approached from afar, soon revealing his true form.
The newcomer wore a nine-tiered brocade robe with a dark golden sheen, and a necklace or a five-Buddha crown on his head with shimmering brocade cloud patterns. A gold and red jade belt was tied around his waist, and thirty-six exquisite bronze bells swayed with his steps, emitting clear Buddhist sounds.
Not someone else.
He was none other than Master Yuanjue, the abbot of Shouyi Temple and the undisputed number one among the six wonders of Yunzhou.
Accompanying him was someone familiar to Han Yi, the monk Huiwu, who liked to subdue people by force.
At this moment, Huiwu was also fully armed, with a huge nine-flower crescent shovel in his hand gleaming with a chilling light, following closely behind, ready to strike at any moment.
"Why did you come here..." Han Yi turned around and chuckled, "I just happened to be passing by and stopped by to take a look. You don't need to worry about me."
Looking out from his perspective.
Outside the main hall, many monks moved quickly and gathered from all sides, rubbing their hands together as if they were about to fight.
"Shouyi Temple... Is this... how you receive guests? That's rather unusual." Han Yi said calmly and unhurriedly.
"Just came to take a look? Or is it something you did on the way?"
Yuanjue was speechless for a moment, completely speechless.
Although Shouyi Temple keeps a low profile, it is by no means ignorant of the world.
Thanks to the trust that ordinary people have in Shouyi Temple, much information was already in their hands before it could be circulated.
Especially the several news stories caused by Han Yi.
They had just destroyed the Wanhua Palace when they destroyed the Sanshan Sect.
One after another, it's the Heavenly Sword Sect, the Black Flame Society...
This has created a climate of fear throughout Yunzhou, with everyone worried about becoming the next target.
Even the title of "Six Wonders of Yunzhou," which used to be coveted and envied by many, is now regarded as an ominous curse.
Those who harbor hatred for each other wish that the other would immediately become one of the Six Wonders of Yunzhou, so that Old Demon Han would come knocking on their door and "casually" pay a visit.
Yes.
Han Yi's recent massacres have led to a new change in his title, from Beast Demon Han Yi to Old Demon Han.
"People can be divided into good and evil..." Yuanjue maintained his smile. "Guests, naturally, can also be divided into good and bad. You, benefactor, have come here so abruptly..."
"Oh? So you mean... I'm an unwelcome guest?" Before he could finish speaking, Han Yi interrupted him, "So... Shouyi Temple doesn't welcome me?"
But how come I remember, not long ago they invited me to visit, saying they wouldn't hesitate to welcome me and would greet me with open arms? And now? Don't you think so, Venerable Huiwu?"
“This…” Huiwu’s face flushed red, unable to refute.
Han Yi returned a lost treasure to the temple free of charge; he said this himself.
"...Times have changed..." He blushed and hesitated for a long time before finally managing to utter a sentence.
"In other words, past favors don't count as favors. The so-called gratitude must be judged on a case-by-case basis." Han Yi laughed. "Your Shouyi Temple... has quite a flexible way of handling things. No wonder it can become the largest temple in Yunzhou."
Huiwu was speechless and could only retreat dejectedly, bowing his head in silence.
"And you, Master Yuanjue." Han Yi's gaze shifted and landed on Yuanjue. "I have long heard of your noble character and unparalleled virtue. You cut off your arm to save people and sacrificed your life for righteousness... Your deeds are known to every household and are familiar to all."
Looking at it now, putting aside everything else, his skill in teaching disciples alone is quite remarkable, far surpassing that of ordinary people.
His tone was deep and filled with emotion.
"Times have changed... What a high-sounding phrase! For a disciple to utter such words speaks volumes about the atmosphere within the temple. The outward appearance is glamorous..." Han Yi clicked his tongue twice, "Just like this statue, seemingly sacred and magnificent, yet within it lies countless filthy thoughts and obscene desires..."
Since that's the case, I think you should change the name of Shouyi Temple. Since you can't even uphold your original intentions, there's no need to keep it. Just call it Shanbian Temple… Times change, and people turn their backs on you.”
The words fell.
In an instant, the air tightened, and a chilling atmosphere spread.
Behind Huiwu stood a large group of bare-chested Arhats wielding sticks, each with a solemn expression, filled with deep resentment and hatred.
The way they looked at Han Yi was as if they were looking at a mortal enemy who had killed their father, filled with intense hostility, as if they wanted to pounce on him on the spot and beat him to death.