He Jin knew that he was expelling people and wanted to see them off, so he refused to give up and said: "Master, is there no hope at all?"
Chu Li sighed: "The young monk only knows that there will be civil strife in the Temple of War, and he has no time to take care of himself."
He Jin looked at Pan Huafeng: "Senior Pan, you should report it to the palace master as soon as possible."
"...Okay!" Pan Huafeng was initially hesitant, but seeing He Jin's serious expression, she believed him this time, so she nodded while stroking her beard and disappeared in a flash, returning to the Temple of War.
"Where is our Zhengqi Hall?" Meng Qingchuan, who had a black face and asked with a smile.
Chu Li said: "Senior Meng wants to lure people away from Wan Ziyang and take back Xuanxi Zhenhai City, right?"
Meng Qingchuan said: "Let's go with the God of War to attack Zhengxi Zhenhai City, and Wuleifeng and Daci'en Temple will attack Xuanxi Zhenhai City. Wan Ziyang can't take care of both, and he can always recapture one city."
Chu Li remained silent.
Recapturing a city is of little significance, it is just a matter of face, and it is not worth the numerous casualties.
But his thoughts are different from those of those in high positions. Losing one city is a completely different situation than losing two cities. It is a major matter related to the confidence and majesty of the sect, and a general plan that affects the hearts of the world.
He Jin said: "Taking back a city is a city, don't worry about losing it again. It is impossible for Wan Ziyang to break into the city alone."
Chu Li was silent.
He understood what He Jin said. Wan Ziyang had some scruples and would not attack the city alone. Otherwise, the four major Zhenhai cities would have fallen long ago and would not have been broken just now. In the first two sieges, Wan Ziyang was not involved.
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Meng Qingchuan asked: "Can we make it happen?"
Chu Li stared at Meng Qingchuan and nodded slowly: "You can give it a try!"
The fate of Meng Qingchuan that he sees now is different from before. This is because the fate of the God of War Temple has been changed.
Without the Temple of War, Meng Qingchuan also led his men to attack Xuanxi Zhenhaicheng, cooperated with the traitor, and almost succeeded in attacking the city, but unfortunately he still fell short and died in the end.
But looking back now, Meng Qingchuan succeeded.
He Jin was overjoyed: "Haha, can we really attack the city?"
Chu Li nodded: "Wan Ziyang is in Zhengxi Zhenhai City, so we should attack Xuanxi Zhenhai City."
He Jin laughed twice and said: "Okay, then let's attack Xuanxi Zhenhai City!"
After saying that, he took out the wooden box from his arms, put it on the stone table, turned around and left, followed by Meng Qingchuan.
Chu Li shook his head and smiled.
He knew that He Jin was convinced that he had no doubts, but Meng Qingchuan was not necessarily convinced. However, after hearing the news from the Temple of War, his doubts should be dispelled. This time the siege of the city was finally successful.
Although the process was somewhat tortuous, only Zhengqi Hall and Wuleifeng joined forces, while Daci'en Temple and War God Temple remained intact. The two sects united and cooperated with the internal forces in the city, and finally rushed into the city in one fell swoop and drove out the sea masters.
They relied on their familiarity and internal response to the formation, and when the formation was originally set up, they left behind countermeasures, so the city defense formation was useless to the two sects, so they could easily attack it.
He opened the wooden box and stared at the relic.
There was a majestic and crazy aura coming from the relics, which made him fearful and a little jealous.
The power contained in this relic is huge. If you can absorb it, your soul will be stronger, and you will even have a further understanding of Buddhism, thereby promoting the deepening of supernatural powers.
Miraculous powers also have levels. The more exquisite the Dharma, the more powerful the supernatural powers.
Moreover, this relic is likely to contain inheritance. Non-Buddhist disciples would not dare to accept such inheritance, and their lives would be in danger. As a Buddhist disciple, he might give it a try.
After a long while, he carefully brought the relic to his eyebrows and looked at it with wisdom in the big round mirror.
The relic suddenly lit up, and then a ray of light fell between his eyebrows.
"Boom!" Thunder flashed in his ears, and a ball of golden light poured into the void in his mind.
The golden light transformed into a face, but it was a monk with handsome features and bright eyebrows. He looked to be no more than twenty years old. He glanced at the void in Chu Li's mind and suddenly showed a strange smile.
Chu Li's face changed slightly, and he suddenly felt something bad, and felt a bone-chilling chill.
"Haha..." Suddenly a loud laugh shook the void in his mind.
The face transformed by golden light opened its mouth and laughed, its eyes were cold, with a hint of madness, and he laughed and said: "Amitabha, God will not destroy me!"
In Chu Li's mind, several Buddhas were chanting sutras, and lotus flowers floated towards the golden light.
But the golden light drove away these lotus flowers and prevented them from being contaminated. He laughed and said: "What a soul lotus body. It is really the best skin for the reincarnation of a poor monk. How good it is!"
After he said that, he transformed again. The golden light shrank suddenly, and his original face shrank, forming a complete body. Except for the face, all the limbs of the body were clearly displayed, and the golden light flashed like the real thing.
He formed a seal with his hands and loudly announced the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"
Chu Li's eyes suddenly flashed.
The void in my mind swayed.
Chu Li's face was solemn, knowing that this was a critical moment. If he didn't fight hard, he would be killed by the golden light.
"Amitabha..." After Jin Guang announced the Buddha's name loudly, he began to recite a Buddhist sutra that Chu Li had never heard before. His murmur was like a wonderful voice from the heavens, so wonderful that he wanted to keep listening.
At this time, the Glazed Lotus Sutra didn't work. It could transform all powers, but this power directly acted on the void in the mind, and it was powerless. It could only watch the Buddhas become dim and dull.
The Buddhist Dharma recited by the golden light carries incredible power. The sound echoes in the void of the mind, and all the Buddhas are weakening.
He gritted his teeth, and the void in his mind suddenly became vast, and then an extremely tall giant tree slowly appeared, reaching into the sky and the earth, and the tree crown seemed to reach into infinite heights, with no end in sight.
As soon as the withered tree appeared, its branches directly absorbed the figure transformed into the golden light, and then slowly disappeared.
Chu Li breathed a long sigh of relief and sat down at the stone table, his face gloomy, as if he had not recovered from a serious illness.
This time it was really a waste of time. Not only did I not get any benefits, but my spirit was severely damaged and I needed to cultivate myself.
He became more and more curious about the golden light on the withered tree.
Hiding the soul in the relics and surviving for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years, this method is truly miraculous. No one would be spared unless he encountered himself carrying the Sutra of Death and Glory.
Chunyang Temple has such miraculous knowledge and secret techniques, and it is worthy of being an ancient sect with a long history. Unfortunately, it still cannot escape the disaster of life and death.
And this soul was unlucky to meet him. He persisted for so long and finally failed to be reborn. He must be filled with resentment.
He picked up the relic and looked at it again.
Without the golden light, the remaining aura in the relic was peaceful and mellow. It was the real monk's relic. He placed it between his eyebrows again, and suddenly a gurgling power entered his mind, as cool as a cold spring.
After a moment, he was refreshed and his eyes were as bright as lightning.
At this moment, his kung fu had recovered, and his energy had even improved. He took the opportunity to activate the Prajna Dragon Elephant Kung Fu, which was two points more efficient than before.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye. He was practicing in seclusion in Taidong Zhenhai City. He had been working hard to activate the Prajna Dragon Elephant Skill, hoping to reach the eleventh level as soon as possible and have the confidence to conquer the world.