chapter 130

Wenshu Yuan's abbot, Guang Liang, and a group of eminent monks, for the eight disciples in the catacombs.

To not be reborn by the Ghost King.

To avoid this catastrophe for the people of Tianbei City.

Almost all of them were prepared to die, ready to fight to the death with all their might.

They were prepared to die.

After all, Wenshu Yuan was mainly responsible for the current situation.

It did not matter whether the eight disciples in the catacombs could walk out alive in the end, whether they could stop this catastrophe from happening.

Abbot Guang Liang and a group of eminent monks were all willing to sacrifice themselves.

Hengdao Sect An Ruyun, Nangong family head Nangong Wentian, and City Lord Jin Mofu had nothing to say.

The fault was caused by others.

But they were also willing to make up for it, even at the cost of their lives.

Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, Lao Zhuangzhu of Wujian Villa, Ji Yuan, stood up.

He stopped Abbot Guang Liang and a group of eminent monks.

"City Lord, hurry up and invite Abbot Xuanxin."

Old Manor Lord Ji Yuan had an anxious expression on his face. He knew that even if Abbot Guang Liang and the group of eminent monks died, they would not be able to escape.

It was unlikely that they could save the eight disciples in the catacombs.

It was even more impossible to stop this catastrophe.

It was not that simple.

And the only one who could really turn the tide, Lao Zhuangzhu Ji Yuan knew, was Shaolin's abbot, Xuanxin.

A true reincarnated Buddha.

A true living Bodhisattva.

A Buddhist almighty, an existence who could truly communicate with the Buddha. Only he could stop this catastrophe from happening.

"Sigh …"

"Lao Zhuangzhu, why are you still …"

With a dejected expression and a gloomy expression, Abbot Guang Liang could not help but shake his head.

A hint of despair flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"Amitabha."

Guang Liang and a group of eminent monks chanted the name of Buddha and closed their eyes.

"Lao Zhuangzhu, stop being so foolish."

"Okay?"

Beside him, Castellan Jin Mofu was panicking. To him, the Catacombs ruins were a catastrophe that would endanger the entire Tianbei City.

Not only was his career coming to an end, he even had to bring his head to the imperial court to beg for forgiveness.

At this time, he didn't say anything.

However, he hoped that the Abbot of Wenshu Yuan, Guang Liang, and the group of eminent monks would give it one last try, even if all of them died.

As long as there was a glimmer of hope.

He also wanted to try and see if he could stop this catastrophe from happening.

It would be best if he could stop it, but if he couldn't, then there was nothing he could do …

The other party was already dead, so what was there to complain about?

Yet, at this moment, Lao Zhuangzhu Ji Yuan stood out to stop him. This caused City Lord Jin Mofu to feel a wave of anger in his heart.

It was Shaolin again.

Even Wenshu Yuan couldn't do anything about it. Could Shaolin do anything about it?

The old man was really muddle-headed.

"Lao Zhuangzhu, wake up."

"You've seen it too. Even we are powerless now. What do you think Shaolin's Abbot, Xuanxin, can do even if he comes?"

"Sigh, what kind of bewitching potion did you eat? What kind of bewitching potion did Shaolin feed you? "

"If Wenshu Yuan can't do it, do you think Shaolin can?"

…

Hengdao Sect's An Ruyun and Nangong family's head, Nangong Rian.

When they saw Lao Zhuangzhu and Ji Yuan, they were still jumping up and down, trying their best to flatter Shaolin.

They felt very dissatisfied.

At the same time, they were also very anxious, worried about Nalan Yan and Nangong Rian in the Catacombs.

However, in the face of this impending catastrophe, they felt a wave of powerlessness …

Even their hearts were in a mess.

At this moment, hundreds of soldiers in armor and long sabers charged over in an orderly formation. They looked majestic and mighty, and were filled with murderous intent.

Wearing silver battle armour, a heroic looking middle aged man.

Swift and decisive, with a murderous aura, he walked over with large strides.

"Greetings general."

City Lord Jin Mo prostrated and quickly ran forward to respectfully greet him.

The person who came was the Calm Martial Ruler.

"Greetings General Wu."

Wenshu Yuan's Abbot, Guang Liang, a group of senior monks, Hengdao Sect's An Ruyun, Wujian Villa's Ji Yuan, and Nangong family's head, Nangong Wentian.

They all came forward to greet him.

In the entire Tian Bei City, no one dared to disrespect the Calm Martial Ruler.

A powerful general with unfathomable strength in his hands.

Who dared to offend him?

"How could it be like this?"

The Calm Martial Ruler ignored the crowd and looked at the dark clouds with a serious face.

It was a ghost face that tore open a huge abyss and let out ghostly wails and howls.

A green face with fangs, a dense ghost aura, and a Buddhist aura that could not be suppressed.

"Wenshu Yuan, what are you doing?"

The Calm Martial Ruler's face was extremely ugly. He turned around and pointed at Guang Liang and questioned him.

He was directly denouncing them for their crimes!

"This poor monk is incompetent, this poor monk is guilty."

"In the ruins of the underground cave, the Eight Great Ghost Kings set a trap. This poor monk was unable to see through it when he investigated earlier …"

Wenshu Yuan's Abbot, Guang Liang, directly knelt down in front of the Calm Martial Ruler and then reported the seriousness of the situation in detail.

"Everything is my, Wenshu Yuan's, fault."

"This poor monk, Guang Liang, and the senior monks of Wenshu Yuan are willing to die to protect Tian Bei City …"

Guang Liang put all the blame on himself and the senior monks.

He was willing to die as the final compensation.

"Amitabha."

Guang Liang and the senior monks chanted the name of Buddha in unison, and then stood up as if they were facing death.

For a moment, the Calm Martial Ruler, whose heart was burning with anger.

He couldn't help but be moved.

"General Wu, please believe this old man. Only Shaolin's Abbot, Xuanxin, can turn the tide."

"Only he can stop this catastrophe from happening."

"Quickly send someone to invite Abbot Xuanxin."

Lao Zhuangzhu Ji Yuan, seeing that everyone didn't take him seriously, anxiously stood up.

He then turned to the Calm Martial Ruler and pleaded with him.

He began to persuade him.

If he wasn't seriously injured at this moment, he would have gone to invite him himself.

"What?"

"Shaolin … You're talking about Shaolin's Abbot, Xuanxin?"

"A real eminent monk of Buddhism, a divine monk who can communicate with Buddha?"

After the Calm Martial Ruler heard this, his eyes lit up and he excitedly asked in a loud voice.

The Calm Martial Ruler's entire person seemed like he had been injected with chicken blood.

His expression was fanatical and his face was filled with piety.

He was pleasantly surprised.

Wenshu Yuan's Abbot, Guang Liang, the senior monks, the Hengdao Sect's An Ruyun, and the Nangong family's head, Nangong Wentian.

Tian Bei City's City Lord Jin Mofu looked at the Calm Martial Ruler with a strange expression.

They were all stunned!

They were shocked by the Calm Martial Ruler's large reaction.

The Calm Martial Ruler had called him a Buddhist senior monk, a divine monk that could communicate with Buddha.

He was deeply shocked.

What?

This was Shaolin's Abbot, Xuanxin?

In their impression, Xuanxin was a young monk that had just entered the Xiantian realm.

How could this be?

How could this be?

This was definitely impossible. Even the senior monks of Wenshu Yuan could not do this, how could he have the ability to turn the tide?

"Ah … …"

"That's right, Shaolin's Abbot, Master Xuanxin, only he can resolve this crisis."

Lao Zhuangzhu and Ji Yuan were all shocked by the Calm Martial Ruler's reaction. He could not understand it no matter how hard he tried.

Why, he had earnestly advised An Ruyun, Jin Mofu, and the others.

They treated him as a fart.

Why did the Calm Martial Ruler receive this kind of incredible attention from the Calm Martial Ruler?

"That's right, that's right."

"Only Shaolin's Abbot, Master Xuanxin can turn the tide and save my Tian Bei City."

"Ha, ha … …"

The inexplicably excited Calm Martial Ruler suddenly broke out in laughter. He happily said, "Abbot Xuanxin is the true reincarnation of Buddha."

"He is the living Buddha."

"I've been busy with military affairs recently, this general has forgotten to go to Shaolin to burn incense … …"

"Someone come, quickly send people to Shaoshi Mountain and invite Abbot Xuanxin over!"

The Calm Martial Ruler did not hide his reverence, this kind of fanaticism and sincerity that came from his heart.

This kind of incredible praise and evaluation.

He directly made Guang Liang, Ji Yuan, An Ruyun, Jin Mofu, and Nangong Wentian … …

Shock, numbness!

Disbelief filled their faces.

Shock filled their hearts, creating giant waves that could reach the heavens!