The Blade-Wielding Legend -
Chapter 560 - 319: The Roar of the Giant Turtle at Parrot Island_2
Chapter 560: Chapter 319: The Roar of the Giant Turtle at Parrot Island_2
Some of the common folk gaped in shock, their mouths agape.
Others, seeing the Tuo Dragon brimming with spirituality and even able to communicate with people, immediately panicked and hurriedly brought incense to worship it.
Many common folk are like this: rarely do the gods and Buddhas in temples reveal themselves, their Divine Skills not known, but when they encounter some extraordinary and shocking beings, they often mythologize and worship them.
Suddenly flowering iron trees in winter, unusually large carp, or even some strange rotten wooden beams—there were people who worshipped them.
Many debased rites, thus, came into being.
Of course, the current Tuo Master was far from being a Water God, and these offerings of incense were naturally not for him to enjoy.
Even more astonishing events occurred.
Soon, shadows began to surface on the river, all giant Tuo Dragons, and while not as large as the Tuo Master, they were rare sights on ordinary days.
The Tuo Master roared continuously, issuing commands.
Immediately, the Tuo Dragons began to roll on the water’s surface and then dove in, searching through the riverbed’s silt.
In no time, several Divine Statues of Guan Yu, the Holy Lord, were salvaged. They carried them in their open mouths with caution, each one trembling with trepidation.
These were consecrated Divine Statues; although the Tuo Dragons only possessed a touch of spirituality, they too could sense the fearsome Incense Fire Divine Astral within.
Over a dozen Tuo Dragons, all swam to the shore, open their fang-filled maws, revealing the Divine Statues of Guan Yu, the Holy Lord, within.
"Quick, move!"
Cheng Jue didn’t hesitate and led the martial monks of the Law Enforcement Hall forward, retrieving the Divine Statues of Guan Yu and binding them atop the Tuo Dragons’ heads.
Then, under the leadership of the Tuo Master, one after another, the Tuo Dragons carried the Divine Statues toward Parrot Island Pier.
The shores on both sides were not far apart, and Prince Wuchang naturally heard the Tuo Master’s roar. Seeing the misty river filled with a dozen Tuo Dragons carrying the Divine Statues of Guan Yu, the Holy Lord, through the fog, he was quite astonished.
This scene moved him to say, "Tuo Dragons are also dragons, aren’t they? If they can protect a place, they certainly deserve the dragon’s name!"
Upon hearing this, a hint of excitement immediately appeared in the eyes of the Tuo Master.
And those smaller Tuo Dragons seemed to no longer be afraid, swishing their tails and cutting through the waves with a certain grandeur.
At last, the dozen or so Tuo Dragons all reached the shore.
The guards, who had prepared in advance, immediately stepped forward to take down the Divine Statues of Guan Yu, the Holy Lord, handling them with great reverence and placing them upon the altar.
Boom!
The sky thundered again, lightning illuminating every direction.
Ordinary people couldn’t detect anything, but those from the Mystical Sect all looked up towards the west of the Yangtze River.
They could feel that an aura was brewing.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, huge waves surged on the river’s surface, rushing from west to east, even causing the Tuo Dragons to wobble unsteadily.
This wave, with the momentum of toppling mountains and overturning seas, surged directly past the pass between Turtle and Snake Mountains, after which the river surface returned to calm in an instant.
"It’s done!"
Yu Lanshan finally released his hand, looking down at the Eight Trigrams mirror and wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with a relieved sigh, "Good thing it wasn’t missed, borrowing the power of Guan Yu, the Holy Lord, the arrangement is now connected."
"Look over there!"
Someone suddenly raised their hand, pointing toward the distance.
Above Turtle and Snake Mountains, clouds and mist swirled, passing over Wuchang City and heading toward the direction of East Lake in the south.
There lay the Barbarian King’s tomb.
A flicker of excitement passed through Yu Lanshan’s eyes as he turned and said with trembling fists, "Having fulfilled the Prince’s expectations, the Fengshui formation is complete, the White Tiger Sha will be continuously suppressed, and we should be able to clear it within two days!"
"Once we offer sacrifices to the river’s Water Gods along the Yangtze River on the fifteenth of May, we can ensure the river’s peace for several years!"
"Good!"
Prince Wuchang slapped the armrest of his chair, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He stood up and ordered, "Send the troops immediately, bring those cannons, and utterly destroy the demons on the mountain!"
"Yes, Prince!"
The Commander of the Wuchang garrison immediately bowed and left.
Tong Xuan, a Zen master, also spoke up, "Prince, several masters from the Shaolin Zen Sect and our monks from Baotong Zen Temple will be guarding outside the Barbarian King’s tomb and will join the army in time to eradicate the demons."
"Good, ha ha ha..."
Prince Wuchang was in high spirits, looking at the Tuo Master who had not yet departed, and smilingly promised, "Rest assured, once you’ve made a merit, after the war in the Southwest, I will personally petition the Emperor to issue an imperial decree to honor you, constructing temples and shrines."
Having spoken, he suddenly felt a bit foolish and whispered to Tong Xuan, "This... can it understand what I’m saying?"
"Thank... you..."
The Tuo Master pushed its voice, managing a tough expression of gratitude, then twisted its body, leading the Tuo Dragons back into the water, disappearing from sight.
Prince Wuchang’s face lit up with amusement, and the others also regarded the scene as a marvel.
Even a Prince Mansion archivist came forward to flatter, "With the prince’s benevolence and the Tuo Dragon’s assistance, this event will surely spread far and wide, earning accolades."
"That’s an overstatement."
Prince Wuchang smiled slightly, yet he was proud in his heart.
Such an event would definitely be recorded by the Confucian scholars of Wenjin Academy, and if they wrote a masterpiece about it, it might well be celebrated for centuries.
Chirp—!
Just then, the cry of a hawk rang out.
A snow-white shadow appeared, flapping its wings through the rain, valiant and majestic, none other than the sole Hai Dongqing under the command of Captain Bureau of Wuchang.
At the sight of it, Prince Wuchang immediately frowned.
Hai Dongqing delivering a message, unafraid of interception by other hawks and with great speed, indicated that it carried urgent news.
Indeed, when Hai Dongqing landed, Qiu Huang, the Commander of the Thousand Households from the Captain Bureau of Wuchang, stepped forward, removed a cloth strip, and respectfully presented it.
As soon as Prince Wuchang took a look, his brows furrowed, and he said to Cheng Jue, the Zen Master, "Zen Master, Lianxi Temple is under heavy siege by demons. What is their intention with this move?"
Cheng Jue’s expression changed slightly, "This is bad. Several of Lianxi Temple’s experts are currently stationed at Yellow Crane Tower. Please, Prince, dispatch troops to rescue them swiftly!"
"Hmm."
Without wasting words, Prince Wuchang immediately gave the order for the already deployed garrison army to head towards Lianxi Temple.
Cheng Jue, the Zen Master, also requested the Captain Bureau to send a message via Hai Dongqing to the monks staying at Baotong Zen Temple to provide support, and then he swiftly boarded a ship to leave.
Standing on the boat, he had an ominous feeling in his heart.
This time during the Dragon Boat Race, despite their numerous precautions, they were still outmaneuvered, and the enemy had only sent Death Soldiers.
Now, their main forces were besieging Lianxi Temple, and it was definitely no simple matter.
Could it be,
That these demons still had a way to turn the tables?
...
Boom!
A thunderclap illuminated the surroundings.
Gunpowder smoke hung in the air, flames blazed high, mingling with the curtain of rain, hissing as they sent up plumes of white smoke, further blurring visibility.
The once elegant bamboo and clear stream were now stained red, a few nun corpses sprawled in the water, their bodies marred with ferocious wounds.
Chit chit chit!
With a strange noise, an insect resembling a centipede with wings emerged from the wounds of the corpses, vibrating its scales and taking to the air.
Wherever the strange insect passed over, the filthy water beneath flowed with mud and streaks of blood, trickling down the stone-paved path.
Flames flickered in the rain, casting light upon twisted and deformed faces—all belonging to nuns with vacant eyes and faces still rigid with terror.
The insect flitted its wings and landed on a delicate, pale hand.
The owner of the hand was a woman dressed in a typical Miaojiang attire, with a blue coarse cloth jacket with a right-lapel and black long trousers with embroidered hems.
Her face was enchantingly beautiful with blue-tinted lips. She wore an embroidered belt and her neck was adorned with a string of silver jewelry.
"Protector Wang, are we going to make a move or not?"
As soon as the woman spoke, she revealed her harsh command of the official language, toying with the strange insect in her hand, showing obvious impatience.
"Slightly pacify your anger, Princess Yun."
Wang Hu, the Protector of the Heavenly Saint Sect, glanced at the woman, a hint of apprehension in his eyes, and said gravely, "The red miao is crucial; if it gets destroyed, our plan will completely fail."
He had only heard that someone from Tusi City would come to their aid, but he didn’t expect this woman to be the one.
Among the Tusis of Ezhou, it was Tangya Tusi City that had led the rebellion, boasting the greatest power.
The Tusi City’s lord was named Tan Tianxiong.
The daughter of a Tusi, with a status far above ordinary Han people, was often honored as "Princess" or "Tusi’s Lady," sometimes even taking on important roles or inheriting the Tusi’s position.
The woman before him was Tan Yun’er, the Princess of Tangya Tusi City, and also a disciple under the Protector of the Luohua Gu Sect, well-known in the pugilistic world.
This woman was known for her vicious and ruthless nature, and he dared not offend her.
With this thought, Protector Wang turned around with a grim voice, "Han Balin, break the Six Seals, hand over the item, and I will spare your lives!"
Ahead, the portal tower of Lianxi Temple burned fiercely, and on the steps sat a monk covered in scars, holding a knife with a single arm.
His eyes were cold, with a flicker of flames, letting the rain drench his whole body, while blood trickled beneath his feet...
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