Fiancée Stolen by MC, I Trip Them up-Chapter 343 - 245: Amitabha!
Under Zhao Yi’s feet was a high mountain, surrounded by a raging river, with azure waves surging, grand in momentum and awe-inspiring.
Upon seeing such a scene, most people would first marvel at the majestic landscape, captivated by its grandeur.
Zhao Yi had no such leisure or elegance.
Especially since the protagonist had just mysteriously said, "Halt at the mountain, retreat at the water," and the next moment Zhao Yi found himself in this mountain-and-water-surrounded environment.
What a coincidence.
Zhao Yi couldn’t help but think more about it.
As Zhao Yi looked around, he found this secret realm incredibly desolate.
Apart from the roaring river, no anomalies could be found.
"Could it be that this isn’t the place?"
Just as this thought arose in Zhao Yi’s mind, he suddenly saw a flash of golden light in the distant mountain stream. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
In the empty valley, that point of golden light was very conspicuous.
Zhao Yi’s attention was immediately drawn to it.
"Interesting!"
Looking at that golden light, Zhao Yi slightly raised his eyebrows, a look of realization appearing in his eyes.
"Turns out it’s that group of bald donkeys!"
When Zhao Yi looked into the valley, he saw that the golden light was nothing other than a large "卍" symbol.
The "卍" symbol is a mark of the Buddha.
The appearance of the "卍" symbol in the valley indicated that this was a base for remnants of the Buddhist Sect.
Zhao Yi understood.
The crisis the protagonist peered into in the River of Time should be with the monks of Little Leiyin Temple.
Zhao Yi was very curious.
The strength of Little Leiyin Temple was just so-so.
When the abbot Hui Lun saw Zhao Yi arriving, he fled without even the courage to make a move.
Where did these monks get the guts to scheme against him?
Zhao Yi suddenly thought of his reputation and rumors in the Cultivation World.
Zhao Yi’s reputation in the Cultivation Realm wasn’t great.
Because Zhao Yi kept snatching the secret realms of major sects, almost all sects were filled with hatred toward him.
They begrudged the powerful Zhao family, only daring to grumble in the shadows.
Not daring to retaliate openly nor to proclaim much, they had no choice but to swallow their anger with fingers pinched on their noses.
Openly, they dared not spread, but secretly, they never stopped spreading rumors about Zhao Yi.
Over the years, Zhao Yi’s reputation in the Cultivation Realm was almost like a rat scurrying across the street.
The most widespread rumor was about Zhao Yi’s talent being unable to cultivate, a waste.
Seeing the monks of Little Leiyin Temple in the distant valley openly displaying the "卍" symbol, looking assured and determined, Zhao Yi’s expression suddenly grew very strange.
He was looking forward to the monks rushing over aggressively, only to find out that the rumors in the Cultivation World were wrong and that Zhao Yi was not a useless weakling.
On the contrary, even as they tried with all their might, they couldn’t even break through Zhao Yi’s defenses.
The scene must be quite spectacular.
As Zhao Yi was pondering, suddenly the "卍" symbol’s golden light burst brightly, evidently the monks had also discovered Zhao Yi.
The brilliant golden light was like a small sun, first illuminating the valley, then engulfing the mountains and rivers, and finally spreading to the edge of the secret realm.
Zhao Yi was immediately ensnared in the golden light.
He did not run away.
First, there was no need to run, and second, he couldn’t escape.
Zhao Yi’s physique had been tempered several times in the Little World by the Chaos Storm, making his body so strong that even the sages of the Beastman World couldn’t compare.
Although Half-Beastmen were renowned for their robust bodies, they didn’t have the luxury, like Zhao Yi, to temper themselves with World-Ending Divine Thunder.
It’s no exaggeration to say that even if Zhao Yi stood there motionless, not many in the Three Thousand Small Worlds could harm him.
To completely crush Zhao Yi, it would probably require an existence at the True Dragon or Great Daoist Sage level.
Zhao Yi was certain that the Buddhist Sect absolutely did not have any being at the Great Daoist Sage level.
After all, the Buddha’s mastery of the Buddha’s Great Dao was also incomplete.
The Buddha’s Light was still behind the protagonist’s head.
Since there was no Great Daoist Sage, Zhao Yi was not worried about the Buddhist Sect’s tactics.
Apart from that, Zhao Yi also couldn’t escape.
The monks of Little Leiyin Temple had apparently prepared for a long time; the rapid spread of golden light enveloped Zhao Yi almost in the blink of an eye.
In such a short time, Zhao Yi’s mediocre flying speed couldn’t escape.
Since he couldn’t run anyway, instead of embarrassing himself by attempting flight, it was better to remain stationary.
The monks of Little Leiyin Temple seemed very confident in the "卍" symbol golden light.
Seeing Zhao Yi enveloped in the golden light, the monks hiding in the valley flew out.
Zhao Yi looked up and indeed saw a familiar face among the crowd.
The chubby abbot of Little Leiyin Temple, Hui Lun.
Hui Lun flew at the forefront of all the monks, no longer in the embarrassed state he was in at Little Leiyin Temple; his robes fluttered in the wind, his face full of arrogance.
In the blink of an eye, Hui Lun led the monks to Zhao Yi and stopped three zhang away.
Zhao Yi nodded secretly in his heart.
This Hui Lun, as the head of the Buddhist Sect and the abbot of Little Leiyin Temple, was certainly cautious.
Even with every favorable condition, Hui Lun still maintained sufficient vigilance against Zhao Yi, an ordinary person.
A distance of three zhang, neither too far nor too close.
Even if Zhao Yi had protective magical treasures, this distance was sufficient for the monks of Little Leiyin Temple to react.
"Amitabha!"
Hui Lun clasped his hands together, uttering a Buddhist chant, and looked at Zhao Yi with a smile.
"I am the humble monk Hui Lun, paying respect to the Crown Prince!"
After Hui Lun’s salute, the monks behind him also saluted Zhao Yi.
"Paying respect to the Crown Prince!"
Seeing this scene, Zhao Yi suddenly felt a strange sensation.
Zhao Yi’s Divine Soul, having been tempered and immensely strengthened several times, easily sensed the emotional fluctuations of others.
What puzzled Zhao Yi was that both Hui Lun and the monks behind him showed no hostility or killing intent.
On the contrary, Zhao Yi felt goodwill from these monks.
Goodwill?
Zhao Yi almost thought there was something wrong with his Divine Sense.
Are these monks out of their minds?
If they were in their right minds, it would be impossible for them to harbor any goodwill toward Zhao Yi!
However, from the previous arrangements of these monks and their current alert posture, they didn’t seem crazy.
So, this was not normal!
It must be noted that Zhao Yi not only destroyed Little Leiyin Temple but also hacked off half of the mountain of Sumeru Mountain, the Buddha’s sacred site.
For those who cultivate Buddhism, Zhao Yi’s actions were akin to desecrating the Buddha’s ancestral tomb.
That these monks weren’t fighting him to the death and even had goodwill toward him was simply absurd!
Zhao Yi grew impatient with these fellows and asked bluntly, "What do you want?"
Faced with Zhao Yi’s aggressive demeanor, Hui Lun’s expression remained unchanged.
He looked at Zhao Yi, his hands clasped, displaying the Buddha’s serene smile.
"Amitabha!"
Hui Lun, chubby like Maitreya Buddha, said with his eyes squinted and a perpetual smile as if nothing mattered to him.
In response to Zhao Yi’s questioning, Hui Lun replied with a smile:
"The Buddha decrees an audience with the Crown Prince!"
Buddha?
Zhao Yi first froze, then his expression drastically changed.
"The Buddha is here?"
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