"What the hell?"
Quinn Ye was completely bewildered.
He had just packed his luggage and planned to move out quickly.
And now you tell me the foot of the mountain is already besieged by a great army?
What should I do?
"The Holy Son need not panic. With us guarding, we will surely keep the Holy Son safe and sound!"
Monk Hugo put his palms together and said.
"Correct. The Holy Son only needs to stay on the mountain with peace of mind. Even if there is a million-strong army, we can repel the enemy."
"This place is already a pure land of my Buddhism. The secular army cannot invade!"
Other monks also spoke up one after another.
Quinn looked conflicted.
He seriously doubted how much skill these monks actually had.
Can they stop the million-strong army at the foot of the mountain?
But now.
Quinn's idea of moving house was already unrealistic.
He could only stay on the mountain and leave his fate to Heaven.
"Fine. My life is practically in your hands."
Quinn could only say this.
"The Holy Son can rest assured!"
Hugo and the others went down the mountain.
They were going to guard Cloud-Drifting Mountain.
Guard Quinn Ye.
Guard their Holy Son.
Even if they died, they would have no regrets.
The news of General Hector's defeat soon reached the court.
Instantly, the entire court was shocked.
"How could he lose so fast?"
"General Hector is a great general of our dynasty. How could he be so vulnerable?"
"Could it be that General Hector was afraid of battle? Did he deliberately flee in defeat?"
"Now is not the time to talk about this. We should think about how to save the Eastern Border."
"Heh, the Eastern Border is beyond saving. The enemy's million-strong army has probably already occupied all of the Eastern Border by now."
"Alas, is my Heavenly Martial Empire truly at a dead end?"
...
The court was in chaos, and people were panicked.
Everyone thought that General Hector's four hundred thousand troops could at least last for three days no matter what.
Unexpectedly.
He was defeated in one day.
This was simply too caught off guard.
Now, there was absolutely no time to deploy more troops there.
They could only let the million-strong coalition army gallop freely in the Eastern Border.
Julian returned in a hurry.
He immediately paid respects to Emperor Dominic Su.
"How did it go?"
Dominic Su asked quickly.
"Your Majesty, Expert Ye is unwilling to take action!"
Julian said with a face full of grief and indignation.
Dominic Su felt as if he had been struck by lightning instantly, looking as if he had aged ten years in a flash.
"It seems we still slighted the Expert, so much so that when my Heavenly Martial Empire faces a crisis, the Expert doesn't intend to help."
Dominic Su regretted it extremely.
If he had known this day would come, he should have visited Cloud-Drifting Mountain more often and built a better relationship with that Expert.
Otherwise, it wouldn't have come to this.
"Your Majesty, what should we do now?"
Julian was extremely anxious.
Dominic Su took a deep breath, a look of determination appearing on his face.
"I will lead the army personally!"
"Buddha saves the world. Today, I and the others will convert these people trapped in worldly disputes here, letting them put down the weapons in their hands and follow the footsteps of my Buddha."
Monk Hugo led the monks to stand outside the gate of The Shaolin Temple, his face full of piety.
All the monks were just like him.
Even facing a million-strong army, they were still fearless.
As if what was in front of them was not a million-strong army at all.
But a group of lost children.
Needing them to enlighten and teach.
This was the duty of Buddhist monks!
The army arrived.
Crowds of people, dense and dark, covered a large area.
Looking at a glance, let alone counting them clearly.
One simply couldn't see the edge.
Ordinary people seeing such a scene would have long been trembling with fear.
But none of these monks were afraid at all.
Even the Song father and son (Void Sea and Void Bamboo), who had only recently shaved their heads, had faces full of calmness.
Buddha in the heart.
Fearless.
The army arrived.
Three generals riding high horses lined up and came out.
These three came from different empires.
They were also the three Vanguard Generals of this million-strong army.
Previously, it was the three of them who led the million-strong army and defeated the four hundred thousand troops led by General Hector in one battle.
"Hehe, interesting. I didn't expect there to be such a group of monks within the Heavenly Martial Empire."
General Zhao of the Star Cloud Empire said with a smile.
"This is my first time seeing real monks. Looking at these bald heads one by one, it's truly amusing."
General Wu of the Purple Sun Empire said.
"Looking at these monks, could there be some big shot of Buddhism on this mountain?"
General Sun of the Phoenix Dance Empire asked in confusion.
At this time.
Monk Hugo walked up.
"Amitabha."
Hugo put his palms together and bowed to the three.
"Three generals, this place is a pure land of Buddhism. I hope the three generals will take your soldiers and leave quickly. Do not disturb the Buddhist cultivation."
Hugo's tone was peaceful, and his expression was steady.
But such an attitude made the three generals a bit dissatisfied.
Seeing our million-strong army, you are actually not afraid at all?
Doesn't this make us lose face?
Even if you are really not afraid, shouldn't you at least pretend to be afraid on your face?
"Our coalition army of a million from the Three Great Empires is here to defeat the Heavenly Martial Empire. If you monks don't want to die, retreat quickly. Don't seek your own death here!"
General Zhao said in a deep voice.
Hugo shook his head.
"My Holy Son is cultivating on the mountain. No matter what, I and others cannot let you disturb the Holy Son."
"Unless, you step over our dead bodies."
Before his voice fell.
A touch of golden light surged from Hugo's body.
As if an Arhat had descended, Buddha's light shone everywhere.
The other monks were also just like Hugo, their bodies lighting up with golden light.
Even the Song father and son, who had just entered Buddhism, had faint golden light rising from their bodies.
Seeing this, the three generals all frowned.
These Buddhist monks obviously had extraordinary cultivation.
If they really started fighting, it would take some effort to destroy them.
What worried them most was the "Holy Son" in Hugo's mouth.
This sounded like a big shot in Buddhism.
But when did such a Buddhist big shot come to the Heavenly Martial Empire?
"You two, our purpose this trip is to destroy the Heavenly Martial Empire, not to make enemies with Buddhism."
General Sun spoke up.
"What is there to fear about Buddhism? Is my million-strong army made of mud?" General Wu looked indifferent.
He didn't seem to fear Buddhism much.
"We must take Cloud-Drifting Mountain. The terrain here is steep and can serve as our base camp. With this place as a foundation, the army will have guarantees whether advancing or retreating."
General Zhao nodded and said.
Seeing this, General Sun didn't say more.
"I will say it one last time. If you don't leave, I will send you on your way!"
General Zhao shouted angrily.
"My Buddha is merciful and does not wish to kill!"
Hugo's expression sank.
"But at a critical juncture, Buddha also has the Wrath of the Wisdom King!"
BOOM!!!
Golden light shone, and an Immovable Wisdom King (Acala) appeared behind Hugo.
The Immovable Wisdom King, the head of the Eight Great Wisdom Kings of Buddhism. In times of crisis, he can sweep away obstacles and disasters, with a meaning of unshakeable determination.
The Wrath of the Wisdom King makes the demons who disturb sentient beings retreat in fear.