Mengze: "Leader, will there be any conflict between you and the Golden Dragon?"
Wu Bei: "I have a grudge."
Mengze looked fierce: "Then let your subordinates lead the people and destroy them!"
Wu Bei waved his hand: "No need to worry."
There was still some time before the dinner. When the owner of the auditorium learned about this, he immediately took the opportunity and hurried over. As attending the king's dinner is a relatively grand occasion, the auditorium naturally had to make good preparations.
Wu Bei was asked to put on a gorgeous yet solemn robe, and he was accompanied by a maid and twelve bodyguards. As for driving, it was even more grand, and he went straight out with thirty luxury cars worth tens of millions.
Of course, just having a car is definitely not enough. There are also twenty pure-blooded BMWs, ridden by twenty dragon guards. This is because the palace space is limited, otherwise Wu Bei will definitely make his debut in a three-story sedan in the auditorium.
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It was only when Wu Bei was about to become impatient that the preparations for the auditorium ended. Soon after, the group headed to the Angkor Palace in a mighty manner.
Angkor inherited a small part of the territory of the Angkor Dynasty and has many ancient buildings. The current Angkor Palace is partly derived from the original Angkor City.
When the car arrived outside the palace gate, the palace guards were very surprised. They saw dozens of cars and dozens of horses approaching slowly. Who was coming? What a huge formation!
Mengze rode a tall horse and shouted: "Hetian leader is here!"
The guards were shocked. They had been ordered to let the Black Sky leader arrive, so they quickly opened the door of the palace and welcomed Wu Bei and his party in.
Entering the palace, King Angkor came to greet him personally. He led all the ministers and went straight to the car. Accompanying him were two monks and kings, as well as his queen and concubines.
Wu Bei got off the car, and King Angkor stepped forward with a smile, stretched out his hands to shake his hands, and said: "Honorable Leader Wu, welcome to your presence!"
Wu Bei exchanged blessings with the king in accordance with the etiquette of Angkor, and then both parties presented gifts to each other.
What the king gave to Wu Bei was an ancient saber from the Angkor Dynasty. It was made of meteorite and inlaid with many precious stones. It was extremely valuable.
What Wu Bei sent was a bottle of medicine, which was the Changsheng Powder.
This king was more than ten years old, but he was in good spirits. He gave birth to ten sons, three daughters, thirty concubines, one queen, and countless nameless women.
The king's name was Siharuo. He and Wu Bei held hands and came to the palace hall.
At this time, some guests had already arrived in the main hall. They were lined up on both sides and sat behind a few tables. There was a special waitress beside them who poured wine and served food.
This is obviously the style of ancient banquets. Everyone sits in his own seat instead of sitting together. There is a considerable distance between each other.
Siharuo paid great attention to Wu Bei and placed him in the first position on the left, where the most distinguished guests sat.
Wu Bei was not polite and sat down. Behind him, there was a large enough space where maids and guards stood.
Siharuo smiled and said: "Dear guests, let me introduce you. This is the leader of the Black Sky Sect, Mr. Wu!"
Everyone nodded in greeting, but some people cast contemptuous and disdainful glances.
One of the young monks laughed "haha": "The Krishna Sect is an unpopular secular cult!"
Mengze said sternly: "How dare you be rude! How dare you be rude in front of my leader!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he released his true aura and locked onto the monk.
The young monk was not afraid at all and said: "I am a warrior monk from Baixiang Temple, so what if I just say it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a bright light emerged from behind him, and bursts of Buddha's voice came out.
Baixiang Temple? Wu Bei remembers dealing with an old monk from Baixiang Temple.
Zhang Xiling whispered from the side: "Master, Baixiang Temple is quite powerful in Xiaoxitian. Its status in Southeast Asia is like the Great Zen Temple to Yanlong."
Mengze was furious and was about to take action. Wu Beidao said: "I heard that the warrior monks of Baixiang Temple are as famous as the Great Zen Temple. They are all highly skilled in martial arts. When I saw them today, I was greatly disappointed."
The young monk frowned: "What do you mean by that?"
Wu Bei: "You monks from Baixiang Temple are too rubbish. There is no way to compare with the Great Zen Temple."
The young monk was furious: "You are talking arrogantly! Do you dare to come out and fight the Buddha?"
Wu Bei sneered: "You are not worthy of my leader taking action! I can defeat you just sitting here."
The young monk laughed wildly: "You are talking arrogant words!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying fist struck, and the young monk suddenly fell into an illusion, and saw that Wu Bei had already killed him. He shouted, jumped up and fought with him.
Everyone saw that the young monk fell into a state of madness and kept punching the air. But every time he punched, he hit the air, causing great damage to himself.
After only a dozen moves, he spat out blood with a "wow" sound and collapsed to the ground.
Wu Bei withdrew his fist, and the young monk regained consciousness, but his eyes had become dull and his internal injuries were serious.
Mengze sneered: "Our leader can kill you with just one thought! The pearl of rice will compete with the bright moon, how ridiculous!"
"It's just an illusion."
An old monk walked out from behind. He was skinny, with wrinkles all over his face, but in fact he had as much energy and blood as a wild beast.
Mengze: "Who are you? Tell me your name!"
The old monk said calmly: "White Elephant Temple, withered iron! Please give me some advice from the Lord Black Sky!"
Wu Bei looked at the old monk. This man's cultivation was probably equivalent to that of a god transforming into an earthly immortal, and was on par with Mengze. But this man was different from Mengze. There was something similar to the fist intention in his body.
He said: "Kutie, do you know what the price is for challenging this leader?"
Ku Tie said calmly: "The Black Heaven Sect is an evil sect and is incompatible with our Buddhist sect! If I don't kill you today, I will be killed by you."
Wu Bei smiled "hehe": "In that case, I, the leader, will help you!"
He stood up and released an astonishing aura. Everyone present was frightened. Wu Bei looked like a god and demon coming to the world, invincible!
His fist intention was like a huge wave, hitting him layer by layer, making Ku Tie's footing unstable and his face changed drastically.
Wu Bei flew into the air on the wind and raised his right palm. At this time, the royal aura of the palace gathered towards him. He struck the dead iron with a palm in the air.
With this palm strike, it seemed as if the entire palace was being suppressed with a thousand years of history superimposed on it. Kutie groaned and knelt on the ground on the spot.
He looked horrified and said: "What kind of magic did you use?"
Wu Bei said coldly: "My defeated general, retreat quickly!"
Ku Tie said nothing more, with a livid face, and left the palace with several monks who were accompanying him.
Siharuo laughed "haha": "The leader's miraculous skills are extraordinary, and we admire him very much."
At this moment, someone came from outside to report, "Your Majesty, the great priest of Japanese Shintoism, Watanabe Tenchen, has arrived."
Siharuo smiled and said, "Please come soon."
After a while, a group of Japanese people came in and sat at the table opposite Wu Bei.
Zhang Xiling said in Wu Bei's ear: "Master, we have found out clearly. The Japanese people came here to build a shrine in Angkor and promote Japanese Shintoism. This person is the great priest of Tianyu Shrine, named Watanabe Tenchen