Chapter 379 The Little Heavenly Master Arrives, the Traitor Zhao Dies
Originally, Zhao Duan was not sure what means Prince Jing would use to attack him.
Or whether they really dare to do it.
But when the "spy" Wu Ling delivered the secret letter, he understood everything.
Right now, the interests of the imperial court and the Eight Kings are in conflict, and neither side is ready to break off relations.
Therefore, even if Prince Jing wanted to show off his muscles, he would not do it himself. Then, the person who would be best suited to bear the blame for "assassinating Zhao Duan" would undoubtedly be Kuang Fushe.
It just so happens that the cooperation between Prince Jing's Mansion and Zhuang Xiaocheng was no secret.
How many people will come to kill me today?
Zhao Duan was not sure, but he didn't mind making more life-saving preparations before arriving at Yansuo Lake.
For example, in recent days, he used vernacular novels as payment and got the promise of Pei Niannu to take action once in the "Six Chapter Sutra".
For example... deliberately tying Xu Junling onto the warship.
One of the reasons was to eliminate the suspicion that Prince Huai'an was involved in the assassination, but more importantly, she could be used as a shield at a critical moment.
Neither Prince Jing nor Zhuang Xiaocheng would ever assassinate Xu Junling together, because that would undoubtedly mean a fight to the death with Prince Huai'an.
"you……"
The clever Xu Junling understood, but his oval face wrapped in a red and white cloak still turned slightly pale.
This "socialite" who is good at dancing with her sleeves did not expect that the Zhao envoy who often flirted with her had such a heartless side.
After Zhao Duan said "hush", the only boat left on the smoke-shrouded lake was the one under his feet, and the entire lake became quiet.
Looking down from the sky, it looks like a pool of pure jade. This is a battlefield given by God.
The officials including Hou Renmeng who had gone to drive away the outsiders had all returned, quietly drawing their swords.
The surroundings became quiet, without any noise, only the wind brought some subtle noises.
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at the same time.
Several miles away from the smoke-shrouded lake, heavy footsteps were heard in a dense forest.
The cloth shoes, which were a size larger than those of ordinary people, stepped on the dead branches and leaves in the forest. The dry branches broke with a "crack", and a series of shallow pits were left on the soft forest ground.
Walking in the woods was an old monk.
He is as burly as an ape, dressed in plain and clean monk's robes. Around his neck hangs a string of Buddhist beads made of thirty-six jade stones in the shape of Buddha heads, each of which is as big as an adult's fist.
The burly old monk held a steel Zen staff in his hand, the top of which was crescent-shaped and weighed over a hundred pounds, but in the monk's hand it was as light as a cycling stick.
There was not a single hair on the old monk's ruddy and serious face, and even his eyebrows were so light that they were almost invisible. However, his eyes were a light golden color, mysterious and profound.
If there is someone who is familiar with Buddhism, he will be able to recognize at a glance that this person is Nagarjuna Bodhisattva, one of the three "Bodhisattvas" under the abbot Xuanyin of the current Dayu Buddhism, a branch of Shenlong Temple.
He is also a veteran monk who lost the competition with Xuan Yin for the title of "World Honored One of Heaven and Man" in the past and has been in the industry ever since.
Some time ago, Bodhisattva Nagarjuna left the temple where he practiced and disappeared, but unexpectedly appeared outside Huting City.
“Crack.”
“Crack.”
Bodhisattva Nagarjuna walked out of the dense forest and saw a deserted winding path in front of him.
Follow the trail to Smoke Lake.
In early winter, the path was covered with palm-sized fallen leaves, and it was deserted.
However, Bodhisattva Nagarjuna suddenly stopped and looked seriously at a carriage parked quietly on the path ahead.
How could a carriage appear on such a deserted, broken and rugged path?
What's more, the carriage is pure black, and no one knows what material it is made of.
The horses pulling the cart had pure white fur, without a trace of other colors, and were quite majestic, unlike ordinary horses, with a faint short bulge on their foreheads.
At this moment, he was stamping his hooves restlessly, and two streams of white air were coming out of his nostrils.
“Nagarjuna, where are you going?”
The carriage had no driver. At this moment, the curtain was rolled up, and a figure was sitting cross-legged in the carriage, speaking calmly.
Nagarjuna Bodhisattva, with a rosy, hairless face and golden eyes, gently placed his Zen staff on the ground, and it instantly sank one foot into the ground.
The old monk clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, why would the young Heavenly Master from the Heavenly Master's Mansion pass by this place?"
Inside the carriage, Zhang Yan's disciple, whose identity was revealed, the "little master" who was as unpredictable as a god or ghost in the martial arts world, seemed to smile.
He was clearly smiling, but coupled with that ugly face that was naturally ferocious like a demon, he looked even more hideous.
The young Taoist priest sat cross-legged in a soft black priest robe, with disheveled hair and a large sword about five fingers wide placed across his knees.
The sword is named Red Tide because of its scarlet color. From top to bottom, nine black seal characters are engraved on the sword: "When facing the enemy, all those who fight will march forward in formation."
Each character is outlined like a talisman or divine text.
The young Taoist priest laughed and said, "I asked you where you were going, but you asked me instead."
Nagarjuna Bodhisattva sighed softly:
"You and I are monks and Taoists, and we should keep to ourselves. Little Heavenly Master, please get out of the way. I will pretend that I have never met you."
The ugly little Tianshi, whose cultivation ranked first among the six Tianshi disciples in Tianshi Mansion, said indifferently:
“Bodhisattva Nagarjuna started practicing Buddhism long ago. I used to give you face and call you a Bodhisattva. Do you really think you are as good as Xuanyin?
Haha, I am too lazy to play witty games with you. I heard that some time ago, during the fight between the two families, your disciple named Tianhai beat up a young man from the imperial palace. Now that the young man surnamed Zhao came to Huting, I decided to take a look at what he, who was familiar with Jin Jianer and Tian Yuanzi, looked like.
But you...are hiding in the mountains secretly, are you planning to do something sinister?"
Nagarjuna Bodhisattva's thoughts were exposed, and his already flushed face turned even redder, but he said in a deep voice:
"Since Tianhai is my last disciple, why don't I go and meet Zhao Duan?"
"Ha, the Buddhist master has really taught a bunch of bald donkeys who bully the weak," the little Taoist priest grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.
"What if I don't allow it?"
Nagarjuna put his hands together and said indifferently:
"You want to stop me?"
As he spoke, his pale golden eyes lit up slightly, and the fist-sized Buddha heads hanging on his chest turned simultaneously, turning their "Buddha faces" with different expressions towards the other person.
The young Taoist priest put his two fingers together and slowly wiped the red sword blade on his knees. The blood on the sword body surged like a tide, and the talismans and seal characters glowed faintly.
A smile appeared on his ferocious indigo face:
"With pleasure."
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"What are you listening to?"
On the second floor of the ship, Xu Junling's heart was beating like a drum, but she pretended to be calm. The cold wind blew on her face, and she pricked up her ears but only heard the sound of wind blowing across the water.
Zhao Duan did not speak. Jiyue, who was standing behind him, suddenly said softly:
"There were people underwater, lots of them, with knives."
The white-eyed sorceress stood by the boat, quietly gazing at the tranquil lake. She raised her wet hand, as if about to clench it, but then withdrew it and said blankly:
"They have water-repellent charms on them."
The sorceress turned her head and asked cautiously, "Shall I... go...?"
Zhao Duan shook his head without saying anything. However, Chen Juan, who was standing on the first deck, suddenly threw away his long sword, pulled out a dagger, bit it in his mouth, and took off his outer robe at the same time.
Hou Renmeng followed closely behind.
The group of imperial guards who were carefully selected from the capital and were very good at fighting followed suit, took off their outer robes in a well-trained manner, held the daggers in their mouths, and their eyes revealed a fierceness that could only be honed by killing people.
Then, as if it had been planned in advance, the soldiers jumped into the water with a "splash, splash".
With a twist of his waist, he moved towards the group of Jiancheng Dao sailors underwater like a fish.
"Those who can be called elite in the capital's imperial guards, except those who are good at a certain field, are all proficient in both land and water battles. But for a landlubber like me, although I won't die if I fall into the water, I will become a lamb to be slaughtered. So it is better to avoid things like sinking the ship if possible." Zhao Duan said softly.
Xu Junling looked over and couldn't tell his emotion.
"Princess..."
The maid Lushui came over with a pale face, a little panicked. The maid in the palace, who usually acted domineeringly and arrogantly, felt her legs go weak when facing real weapons.
Xu Junling looked towards the water surface nervously, but could not see anything. The whole lake was unusually calm. Until about dozens of breaths later, clusters of crimson suddenly bloomed on the water surface in the distance.
That meant that the soldiers from both sides came into close combat, but it was only the beginning of the assassination.
"Here I come."
The old attendant said softly, this eunuch in a dragon robe who held a respected position in the palace stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.
Zhao Duan also saw a familiar figure coming like a sharp sword.
As expected, it was the senior brother in green shirt, Duan Shuiliu, who had escaped a few days ago.
Duan Shuiliu was still wearing a gray short shirt, with the wooden hairpin he used to tie his hair on his feet, crossing the river alone.
As I came from afar, the lake behind me was covered with vast mist, which really fit the description of "smoke locked".
"Mr. Zhao! Your grandfather is here. Hurry and hand over the armor to me, or I won't hold back like last time!"
Duan Shuiliu laughed loudly, using the same reason as last time, but this time, Xu Jinglong was not by his side.
"A defeated general, coming and going, annoying everyone."
Eunuch Hai sneered, and before Zhao Duan could speak, he stepped down from the boat.
As his figure rushed out, he hooked his wrist, and the Frost Sword flew out of the scabbard with a "swish" sound and fell into the hands of the old priest.
But he said to the back:
"Last time I brought you to the capital to watch a battle to break through the realm. You may not be able to break through this time, but you still have to watch carefully."
Eunuch Hai did not need any leverage. He stepped on the lake surface as if it were flat ground. With a flash of his figure, he moved more than ten feet away and stopped Duan Shuiliu, who was crossing the river alone, on the Yanshuo Lake.
"That's easy to say, but I need to be more mindful."
Zhao Duan curled his lips helplessly and ordered the group of frightened boatmen on the boat, led by the dock official, to push harder and steer the boat away from the two masters of the worldly perfection realm.
He took the time to smile at Xu Junling and said:
"By the way, can the princess swim? If this boat can't withstand the energy and is torn in two, our Jiangnan woman will be soaked to the skin."
Xu Junling's eyes widened, not understanding why this man still had the energy to joke. Just as he was about to retort, he suddenly heard a wanderer flying down the mountain from the other side of the boat.
"Zhao thief, die!"
The former commander-in-chief of the imperial guards, Qi Yuchun, shot with his spear as powerful as a dragon.
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