To the west of the Central Plains is the only Western Region that is under the jurisdiction of the Central Plains among the four realms.
Although the power of the imperial court, not to say that it exists in name only, is not very useful in the Western Region, on the surface, compared to the Eastern Sea, the Southern Border and the Northern Plains, the Western Region is at least still attached to the Great Qian Imperial Court and to the Central Plains.
And in this land of the West, there are only two colours, blue and yellow.
The sky is blue, the earth is yellow, and no other colour can be seen except blue and yellow.
These two colours, blue and yellow, speak not only of the sky and the earth, but also of the two local sects.
The Cthulhu Cult and the Nalanda Temple.
The real Nalanda Monastery, established in the now extinct PeaC*ck Dynasty, was the ancestral temple of Buddhism, the birthplace of the Dharma.
Since it is a Buddhist sect, it is certainly inseparable from the golden colour. After all, when it comes to Buddha’s light, the first colour that comes to mind is golden, and when it comes to the golden body, everyone’s first impression is also of the Buddhist sect.
And the other colour, blue.
Naturally, it is attributed to the Cang Sheng Sect.
The Cang Sheng Sect respects the Heaven, and the sect leader, Mu Cang Sheng, calls himself “Son of the Heaven” and brings the Heaven to shepherd the Cang Sheng, and the colour of his sect’s flag is also pale blue.
On this day, in the main altar of the Cang Sheng Sect, the four Dharma Kings of the Cang Sheng Sect were gathered in the sacred mountain behind the main altar of the Cang Sheng Sect, in the Heaven Catching Peak.
The name of the mountain is “Heaven Catcher”, so it naturally has the reality of catching the sky. The peak was ten thousand feet high, which, when converted into the unit of measurement of Qing Yu’s previous life, was thirty-three thousand metres high and could reach the stratosphere.
On top of this ten-thousand-foot peak, where the air was extremely thin, the Fourfold Dharma Kings of the Cang Sheng Sect, clad only in thin clothes, were standing tall on this bitterly cold peak.
The only person who could bring them together here, without much thought, was the Cang Sheng Sect Master, the tenth on the Heavenly Ranking, Mu Cang Sheng.
Today is the day when Mak Cansheng, who has been in seclusion for a long time, will come out of seclusion, and the Four Directions Dharma King has been waiting here for a long time.
“—”
In the silent silence, a vast and seemingly boundless aura rose up to the sky, and the clouds in the sky dissipated in this aura, and in this white cloud-covered ten-thousand-foot peak, this vast aura made the surrounding ten thousand miles free of clouds and revealed the lofty sky.
“We welcome the sect master out of the gate.”
The Four Dharma Kings, Dongfang Hanzhang, Nangong Ling, Ximen Shuifeng and Beitang Plague all arched their hands in unison and saluted the figure that had suddenly appeared on the Heaven Catching Peak.
Yes, abruptly.
There were no secret chambers on top of the Heaven Catching Peak, at least not in the divine sense of the Four Directions Dharma Kings, who had found any secret chambers or empty spaces in the mountain.
Nor did Cang Sheng Sect Leader Mu Cang Sheng emerge from within the mountain, but appeared extremely abruptly high up in the air, receiving a salute from the Four Directions Dharma King.
“Please excuse yourself.” Gentle words came from above, and just by hearing this voice, one could guess that this should be an easy-going and gentle person.
But if there were other people here, looking up at Mak Cang Sheng, they would know that this gentleness, Mak Cang Sheng had, but more than that, he was still that high above, like the majesty of the heavens.
High up in the sky above this heavenly peak, Mak Cansheng, who appears to be in his twenties, is dressed in a pale green suit and sits on a pure white throne, looking gently down at the four directions below.
He was gentle, not only in his eyes, his face, but also in his overall aura. But this gentleness was a gentleness in the face of all the creatures of heaven and earth.
Have you ever seen a shepherd who is not gentle with his flock?
In the eyes of the shepherd, the living beings of heaven and earth are his flock, and he is the shepherd of the sheep.
The equality of all beings that the Buddhists preach is achieved by Mak Cang Sheng, only that he is not among them.
“Dharma King of the East, how is the matter of the Northern Zhou?” Mak Cang Sheng asked in a warm voice.
“Your Holiness,” Dongfang Hanzhang remained in a bowed posture and respectfully returned, “On the third day of the third month, a water and land puja will be held in the divine capital of the Northern Zhou ————”
The most important thing that happened in Northern Zhou during the days when Mu Cang Sheng was in seclusion was reported by Dongfang Hanzhuo to Mu Cang Sheng, including the history of the great battle in the divine capital on the third day of March, the appearance of all the forces, and the fact that Feng Tianming was seriously injured and unconscious afterwards, and the three uncles and nephews of the Zhang family from Long Hu Mountain were killed and abolished, until the recent a*sa*sination of the great prince Feng Guan Yu late at night and the back stabbing of Feng Chaonan on the official road.
“So it seems that this sect’s layout in Northern Zhou is hardly going to play any role, if not a failure?”
Mu Cansheng’s words remained as gentle as ever, but Dongfang Hanzhang could not stop sweating on his lowered forehead.
This was rare, very rare.
Not to mention that Dongfang Hanzhuo’s power had reached the point where he could not even feel the cold from the 10,000-foot ice decades ago, but even here, it was impossible for him to sweat.
This is a 10,000-foot peak, 33,000 metres above sea level, and it’s a good thing he didn’t freeze to death here.
The only explanation was that the power of Mu Cang Sheng in Dong Fang Han Zhuo’s heart had reached a point where it could not be erased.
“Back to the sect master,” Dongfang Hanzhuo replied with increasing caution, weighing every word carefully, “Since the Great War in God’s Capital, Meng Shanhe of the Confucian Sect has come out of seclusion and has been following the big and small matters in God’s Capital. The Great Zen Temple is also extremely concerned about this new missionary place, and the head of the Medicine King’s Academy, Lingmen, is still in the Northern Zhou Imperial Palace.
Abbot Xin Yuan is also keeping an eye on Northern Zhou, and it seems that he has already discovered the setup of our sect and has been secretly sending missionary monks in Northern Zhou to fight against our sect. Even if my subordinates and others want to recover from the defeat, they have no power to support them.”
“Heart’s Edge?” Mu Cang Sheng murmured the name, “This bald a*s is indeed tricky in the extreme.”
Among the strongest people in the world, Heart’s Edge was the most feared, he had a causal attainment comparable to that of the Fate Altar’s Old Man of Time and Fate, and also had strength far beyond that of the Old Man of Time and Fate.
Even those who are strong at the God Realm are extremely fearful of Heart’s Edge and do not dare to touch him. Those who dare to arm wrestle with Heart’s Edge are probably only the ten on the Heavenly Ranking in this Central Plains.
“It’s just that with Heart’s Edge and Meng Shanhe around, you and the others really can’t stir up any storm, so by backing down, you are preserving the strength of our sect.” After thinking for a moment, Mu Cang Sheng said indifferently.
‘Whew-‘
Dongfang Hanzhang exhaled deeply in his heart, and his entire body relaxed a lot.
“Sect Master,” Nangong Ling stepped forward and said, “According to the reports from the spies within the Northern Zhou Palace, Feng Tianming has awakened at this time, yet he is still keeping it a secret. Moreover, he is also secretly preparing some items, and looking at those items, my subordinate ventured a guess that Feng Tianming might be preparing the Northern Zhou Imperial Family’s secret Nirvana Sacrifice to heal himself and even attempt to go to the next level.”
“Northern Zhou’s Nirvana Sacrifice, it seems that this generation of Northern Zhou’s emperor, the backbone at the back of his head is almost as good as this Heaven Catching Peak.” Mu Cang Sheng lost his smile.
If he remembered correctly, the Nirvana Sacrifice was only possible if there was a Tong Shen realm ‘Phoenix Heavenly Curse’ practitioner as a sacrifice.
