"Why do you have to struggle, lady donor? Let me help you end your suffering?"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and silently recited scriptures.

The next moment, his body appeared directly behind Jiang Ling, and he used the Vajra Palm in his hand to gather power and strike out.

"boom."

The powerful and fierce energy tore through the earth, rolling up layers of rubble.

Just when the Vajra Palm was about to hit her, a golden light suddenly shot down from the sky. It was a sword shining with cold light.

"Humph, your majesty's calculations were correct. You bunch of villains really took action."

A cold voice echoed in all directions, and several flying boats filled with troops came speeding from not far away.

The leader was none other than the Qin God of War Dongfang Bai.

After Emperor Qin made the decision on the marriage, he asked Dongfang Bai to go to the outside of the Eastern Region to provide support. He knew the nature of these forces in the Eastern Region too well.

They will take action at the slightest sign of trouble.

"Humph, Dongfang Bai, I didn't expect that I would run into you again in just two months."

"You really are as annoying as a fly!"

Rosen snorted coldly and said

Purple magic light shone through his palms, and he clenched his hands violently, blowing down all the nearby trees.

Dongfang Bai was not afraid at all and replied, "Rosen, today I am here on the orders of His Majesty to escort Miss Jiang Ling back to Daqin to get married. If you know what's good for you, leave now."

Rosen laughed loudly, pointed at Dongfang Bai, and said disdainfully: "Dongfang Bai, do you think you can take someone away from me? This woman must die here today."

Both sides looked at each other at the same time, realizing that they had to fight today.

Dongfang Bai was the first to draw his sword, the sword flashing with cold light, and the sword energy rushed towards Rosen.

Rosen was not to be outdone. He spread his black wings behind him and rushed towards Dongfang Bai like lightning.

The two men fought each other in an instant, and ripples appeared in the surrounding space.

At the same time, the Qin army quickly deployed their battle formation, and aimed various bows and crossbows at Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and others.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had a solemn expression on his face. He waved the Zen staff in his hand, and many monk statues emerged, chanting sutras continuously, forming a series of golden protective shields.

Jiang Ling stood there with a complicated look in his eyes.

She didn't want to cause such a big fight because of herself.

Suddenly, a mysterious power surged in her body, which made her float into the air involuntarily.

I saw a monk in red standing on top of the clouds, with his eyes closed and his nimble hands making seals in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a huge light curtain came down, separating Dongfang Bai and Rosen who were fighting fiercely, and also blocking the Qin army and the killers from the Seven Killing Hall.

When everyone was shocked, the red-robed monk slowly spoke: "Please stop arguing, I don't want to see people suffer. Jiang Ling, please follow me and leave today!"

"Who are you?"

Rosen and Dongfang Bai looked at each other and obviously recognized each other's identities. Although they were unwilling, they had to give up for the time being.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the red-robed monk took Jiang Ling across space and left.

And those people from Lingyuanzhai were also sent back by him using the power of space.

———

In a herbal valley full of spiritual energy, the red-robed monk and Jiang Ling crossed the space and appeared here.

"Little monk, I knew you would come to save me."

"Also, thank you for saving those elders."

Jiang Ling was very happy and said with gratitude

The red-robed monk said nothing, but walked silently into the valley.

Jiang Ling didn't feel depressed, and said as he walked: "Hey, little monk, why don't you see your master?"

"Little monk, don't you usually need to eat?"

"Little monk, why don't you speak?"

Jiang Ling talked all the way, and the little monk was speechless about her chatterbox behavior.

"Miss Jiang, Master said that we should guard against arrogance and impatience, and we must not do this..."

The red-robed monk said helplessly

Jiang Ling also noticed his embarrassment, so she didn't ask any more questions and changed the subject.

"By the way, little monk, we have known each other for such a long time, but I still don't know your name?"

Jiang Ling looked at the red-robed monk with curiosity and asked

"Me?"

"I have long forgotten my name. You can call me by my Buddhist name, Zhenchan."

Zhenchan responded calmly.

This red-robed monk was none other than Zhen Chan, who had previously had a fierce confrontation with the Qin Emperor during the Qin Dynasty.

One of the top fifteen super powers in the world.

"Ah? You even forgot your name, you are so pitiful, little monk."

As they talked, they walked into the valley.

An ancient temple is located on a high mountain. The interior of the temple is very simple, with only wooden and stone items.

Perhaps the most valuable thing is the towering Bodhi tree in the yard.

"This is where you live. It's really simple!"

Jiang Ling looked around for a while and complained.

Then her attention was attracted by an ancient book on the stone table. She walked forward, picked it up and saw a few big words written on it.

"Thirty-six strikes in the room, striking the sky and the earth, an invincible combination technique."

The name was very intimidating, but when Jiang Ling saw the contents, his face turned red and his heart started pounding.

She looked at Zhenchan with some shame and whispered, "This...is this what you usually watch?"

Zhen Chan didn't quite understand her attitude, so he scratched his head and said, "Yes, Master said that this is what he learned throughout his life, and he wanted me to pass it on."

———

"Chan'er, I am going to relieve my anger today. You can practice for another ten years. I promise to come back."

"This is the treasure that Master snatched for you. Try it now."

"Master made some spiritual stones from a bet today, and I bought this medicinal bath for you."

"This is the skill that I have worked hard on for thousands of years. It is the thirty-six strikes in the room, striking the sky and the earth. You must pass it on well."

These memories will always exist in Zhen Chan's mind. Maybe the master was a little frivolous, but he was as close to me as a son.

———

Zhenchan used to be a little beggar who made a living by begging. Later, he was noticed by his master and was accepted as his last disciple.

With the accumulation of a large amount of resources, Zhen Chan's talents were developed, and his cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds. In just a few decades, he went from a mortal to a celestial being.

In the days that followed, the master and disciple depended on each other, staying in the valley all year round, and only occasionally going out to travel once in a few decades.

This also led to the fact that although Zhen Chan was mentally mature, he knew nothing about love.

"Let you inherit? You..."

Jiang Ling's face flushed. She looked at Zhen Chan, then at his lower body, and immediately turned her head away, with all kinds of strange thoughts in her mind.

"Miss Jiang, what happened today?"

Zhenchan touched the back of his head, somewhat puzzled.