Mengze: "Leader, will there be any conflict between you and the Golden Dragon?"
Wu Bei: "I have a grudge."
Mengze revealed a fierce look: "My subordinates will bring the people over and kill them!"
Wu Bei waved his hand: "No need to worry."
There was still some time before the dinner. When the auditorium learned about this, he immediately flew over and hurried over. Attending the king's dinner is a relatively grand occasion, so 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 eight maids and twelve guards. 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 two-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 already received the order that Lord Black Sky must let him go when he arrived, 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!"
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.
The king was over sixty, but he was in good spirits. He gave birth to ten sons, eight daughters, thirty-six concubines, one queen, and countless unknown 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, sitting behind a few tables, and there were dedicated waitresses serving wine and food next to them.
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 generously. There was a large enough space behind him, and the maids and guards were standing there.
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 just 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 showed no fear at all and said, "I am a warrior monk from Baixiang Temple, so what if I tell you about the Black Sky Sect?"
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: "Your monks at Baixiang Temple are too rubbish. There is no way they can be compared 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: "Arrogant!"
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 eyesight had become dull and he was seriously injured.
Mengze sneered: "Our leader can kill you with just one thought! Even a pearl of rice dares to compete with the bright moon. It's 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 level was probably equivalent to that of a god-turned-earth immortal, comparable to Mengze. But this man was different from Mengze. There was something similar to the fist spirit in his body.
He said: "Kutie, do you know the price of 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. In their eyes, Wu Bei was like a god and demon coming to the world, invincible!
The intention of his fist was like a huge wave, hitting hard, making Ku Tie lose his footing and his face changed drastically.
Wu Bei flew into the air on the wind and raised his right palm. At this time, the royal energy in the palace also gathered towards him. He struck the dead iron with a palm in the air.
With this palm strike, it seemed that the thousand-year history of the entire palace was added up and suppressed fiercely. Kutie let out a muffled groan and knelt on the ground on the spot.
He looked horrified and shouted: "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, 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.