This is hardly pushing Li Yu into a fire pit.
It is clear that Li Yu is the core of a grand scheme that affects the whole situation.
All available, desired, and necessary forces will be drawn into this ultimate reckoning against the Changsheng Sect!
The officer, his expression stern, answered without the slightest hesitation:
"Understood!"
He quickly wrote down all the orders, and after repeating them accurately, he saluted, turned, and strode out of the command room to carry out the instructions that could trigger an earthquake in Jincheng.
Silence returned to the command center.
Zhao Deyang slowly stood up, walked to the huge strategic map, and his gaze fell on a blurry area.
He extended his index finger and gently tapped that spot.
As a general, how could he not know the exact location of the Longevity Gate?
Knowing something and being able to do it are two different things.
This has never been a simple comparison of power.
“Li Yu…”
Zhao Deyang muttered to himself, his voice revealing little emotion:
"Since I'm going to use your sharp arrow, I'll naturally put in my best effort to clear away all the obstacles and create the necessary winds for you."
"As for how much trouble you can stir up and how much rotten flesh you can cut off... that depends on your skills."
His gaze seemed to pierce through the map.
As for Zhao Dezheng...
Perhaps following Li Yu will truly allow Zhao Dezheng to see a different view and find the path he has always wanted to pursue.
A path destined to be mad.
Zhao Deyang stood with his hands behind his back, as steady as a mountain.
And this storm, which he personally orchestrated and which will force multiple forces to take the stage, has quietly gathered.
Everything seemed to be within his expectations and control.
In just one night.
Without any attempt to conceal it, and with some people even secretly fueling the flames.
The news that Li Yu had destroyed the outer strongholds of the Changsheng Sect and had already gone to the Changsheng Sect headquarters quickly spread among the Jincheng family and its forces.
Just as Zhao Deyang had predicted, many families who had long been dissatisfied with the Longevity Sect immediately set about helping out and taking the opportunity to eliminate elders like Zhao Jianan who had forcibly extended their lives and had unclear connections.
At the same time, many families were secretly contacting the Changsheng Sect, hoping to exchange the intelligence they had obtained in advance for a continuation quota in Changsheng.
Self-interest and betrayal are laid bare at this moment.
It rained heavily.
The sky was faintly glowing with a dim light.
Reincarnation Temple, on the western outskirts of Jincheng.
Inside a secluded grotto, a solitary lamp barely illuminates a rough rock wall.
The wall is not covered with Buddha statues, but with intricate scriptures carved all over the wall. The characters are sharp and chiseled, conveying an undeniable sense of solemnity and compassion.
It was as if this was not a scripture that persuaded people to do good, but a sharp blade that cut through karmic obstacles.
It's clear that the person who carved these scriptures was not entirely at peace.
A figure dressed in simple monk's robes sits cross-legged before a green lamp, facing the scripture wall, silently reciting scriptures.
The monk had no prayer beads in his hand, nor a wooden fish in front of his knee.
There was only an absolute stillness that was unsettling.
Suddenly, the flame of the blue lamp in front of him tilted strangely, as if it had been blown by a non-existent breeze.
The monk Jingshi slowly opened his closed eyes, his gaze devoid of sorrow or joy.
Last night, the Reincarnation Academy learned almost simultaneously with the major families that Li Yu was heading to the Longevity Gate.
The monk Jingshi was about to leave when the abbot stopped him and told him to meditate in front of the "Karma-Severing Wall" for a night.
The abbot said that if the sky brightened again and his mind had not changed, he would not keep him any longer.
At this moment, a glimmer of light has arrived.
A faint ray of light shone through the narrow entrance to the grotto.
The monk Jingshi's eyes were exceptionally clear, reflecting the flickering lamplight and the sharp characters on the wall.
There was no confusion, no hesitation, only a resolute determination that had been refined to the extreme.
"Killing is for the purpose of protecting life; to sever karma, one must kill people."
His voice echoed in the cave, slightly hesitant and taciturn, yet each word was clear.
Like the clanging of metal against metal, striking the cold rock wall, it stirred up an invisible echo.
Monk Jingshi remained silent for a moment, his gaze finally settling on the largest characters in the center:
In a place where nothing is found, all goodness returns to the heart.
He knew what he needed to do and what he had to do.
"A den of wickedness..."
The monk Jingshi uttered these two words in a low voice and stood up slowly but firmly.
The actions of the Changsheng Sect have long transcended the category of "evil" and constitute the most fundamental desecration of life.
This is no longer a simple matter of 'eliminating evil and protecting the righteous,' nor is it a matter of personal grudges.
He had to see for himself, to make judgments, and, if necessary... to personally carry out the final "purification."
The monk Jingshi took one last look at the green lamp, then gently flicked his sleeve.
puff.
The lights went out, and the grotto was plunged into complete darkness.
He turned and walked out.
The figure of the monk Jingshi walked through the misty courtyard of the Reincarnation Temple, stepping over the wet stone slabs.
Outside the grotto, under the eaves, a gaunt figure was already sitting cross-legged.
The abbot was hunched over, wearing the most ordinary brown robe. His face was like a dried ancient tree, covered with the marks of time. Only his eyes were warm and deep, as if they could encompass all the joys and sorrows of the world.
He was quietly watching the monk Jingshi walk out.
Without a word, the abbot knew the answer the moment Monk Jingshi stepped out of the cave.
His will is as firm as diamond, and cannot be swayed.
Monk Jingshi stopped in front of the abbot, put his hands together, and bowed deeply.
There was no explanation, no farewell; everything was understood without words.
The abbot did not question or obstruct the abbot. However, a very subtle ripple seemed to pass through the depths of his gentle eyes before returning to a deeper calm.
As the monk Jingshi turned to leave, just before he stepped out of the ancient temple gate, a hoarse yet peaceful voice sounded from behind him:
"Amitabha."
There were no questions, no obstructions, only a Buddhist chant.
Without stopping or turning back, the monk Jingshi walked straight out of the temple.
Only when the figure was completely out of sight did the abbot slowly withdraw his gaze, his eyes filled with a calm that was almost compassionate.
The abbot spoke slowly, his voice carrying a barely perceptible heaviness, as if he were bearing a heavy burden:
"Now that you have made your choice... the lights in the courtyard will guide you on your way home."
These words, though light as a sigh, carry the weight of a mountain.
The abbot knew that from the moment Monk Jingshi stepped out of the gate of the Reincarnation Temple...
The entire Reincarnation Monastery, which was detached from worldly affairs and focused on meditation, has been deeply connected to this causal line because of one person's choice.
It is no longer possible to remain unaffected.
Rather than being passively drawn in, it's better to...
By actively engaging in this process and going with the flow to complete the follow-up "purification," we might truly be able to cut through the icy barrier and see the light.
However, this burden was heavier than the abbot had anticipated.
The abbot slowly turned around and waved to the two old monks who had been waiting quietly behind him.
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