Li Boyang glanced at Huang Feihong, then at Aunt Thirteen and Liang Kuan beside him, and said, "Let's go back to Baozhilin first."
Huang Feihong wasn't stupid; he understood that Li Boyang meant it wasn't convenient to discuss this here, and besides, after what had happened, no one was in the mood to continue sightseeing. He nodded and said:
"Let's go back to Po Chi Lam first."
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Chapter 24 The White Lotus Sect's Counterattack
Baiyun Mountain in Guangzhou.
Baiyun Mountain became famous after Ge Hong wrote the book "Baopuzi" here, and has always been known as the first peak in southern China.
The mountain is dotted with Taoist temples and monasteries, making it a top choice for those seeking to renounce worldly life.
Chaotian Temple is a small Taoist temple in Baiyun Mountain. There are so many small Taoist temples like this on Baiyun Mountain that they are hard to count.
Although it was a small Taoist temple, there were quite a few people inside at the moment. At a glance, there were four or five hundred heads. Upon closer inspection, they were all members of the White Lotus Sect dressed in white.
At this moment, a ceremony is taking place in Baiyun Temple.
The congregation members carried trumpets, gongs, and other instruments such as erhu and drums, creating a continuous stream of religious ritual music composed of various instruments.
"A white lotus descends to earth, and all people are liberated."
"A white lotus descends to earth, and all people are liberated."
The congregation chanted slogans hysterically, and the atmosphere in the Taoist temple, accompanied by the sound of musical instruments, was both fervent and sacred.
A little girl dressed in a floral dress, carrying a lantern, walked with a sacred expression towards a round altar filled with burning embers in the center of the Taoist temple, behind which was a statue of the Holy Mother Wudang.
Just as the little girl approached the altar, the congregation began chanting fervently again:
"We respectfully invite Master Jiugong Zhenren of Nantianmen."
As soon as the followers finished speaking, a thick cloud of smoke rose in front of the statue of the Eternal Mother. After the smoke dissipated, a man appeared out of nowhere sitting cross-legged in front of the statue. He was only wearing a white robe and a crown on his head. He was none other than the leader of the White Lotus Sect, the Nine Palaces True Man.
The Nine Palaces Immortal sat cross-legged, holding a piece of yellow paper in his hands, and slowly read aloud:
"The Eternal Mother transmitted the teachings to the disciples of the Nine Palaces, and set up an altar at the Chaotian Temple to display my divine power and spirit, and to promote the divine might of my sect."
"Eternal Mother, may your will be swiftly granted!"
After reciting the words, the Nine Palaces Immortal exhaled a breath of white air, and the yellow paper spontaneously combusted without fire.
At this moment, two burly men, clearly leaders of the White Lotus Cult, each holding a lit incense stick, leaped down before landing on the altar. They repeatedly rubbed the burning incense sticks on their bodies, creating sparks, and shouted, "Divine power protects me, impervious to water and fire!" They even bit the lit incense sticks into pieces with their teeth without being harmed, eliciting cheers from the crowd.
"Supplying the Dharma Body of the Nine Palaces True Man".
After the two underlings finished their performance, Master Jiugong leaped and landed on their shoulders, chanting, "The Eternal Mother supports her disciple Jiugong, whose golden body is as hard as iron and stone, impervious to a thousand cuts, unmovable by dragging, unmarked by sawing, and unafraid of weapons, cannons, swords, and spears."
Having said that, he stomped his foot and leaped onto the bonfire where the coals were burning. His feet moved with the true Bagua steps, constantly shifting his form on the fire, sending sparks flying. He shouted again:
"Forty-nine times of earth-shattering transformation, heavenly soldiers and divine generals are at my command, bones like pillars of heaven and skin covering the earth, raging fire is like mud and dust."
As they spoke, two cultists holding muskets pointed the gun barrels at Master Jiugong's chest and pulled the triggers. "Bang! Bang!" Two shots rang out, and the bullets flew towards Master Jiugong with a loud bang. Master Jiugong, however, remained unfazed, a smile on his face.
Seeing that even a musket could be easily blocked by the Nine Palaces True Man, the believers' faces lit up with fervor, and they chanted fervently:
"Unrivaled divine skill."
"Unrivaled divine skill."
"The White Lotus Holy Sect, subdues demons and monsters!" This prompted the followers to shout in unison.
Seeing the expressions on the faces of his followers, Master Jiugong was quite satisfied and said, "Disperse and spread the divine power of my White Lotus Sect."
If Wong Fei-hung were to witness the skills of Master Jiugong, he would likely acknowledge him as a master. However, regarding Master Jiugong's actions, he would probably dismiss him as a charlatan who only knows how to play tricks and feel a sense of loss regarding the decline of martial arts.
Before long, the followers of Chaotian Temple had all left, leaving only a few leaders behind. Just then, several panicked followers rushed in, shouting in fear:
"Baozhilin, Baozhilin killed several of our people again."
Master Jiugong's expression changed, and after snapping his fingers three times, he shouted, "What exactly happened?"
The follower stammered, "We were preaching in front of the telegraph office when a demoness interrupted us with a demonic device that could generate electricity. In our anger, we planned to capture the demoness and burn her at Chaotian Temple. Little did we expect that the demoness was with Wong Fei-hung."
"Huang Feihong? You're saying Huang Feihong killed us? What else haven't you told me?" Master Jiugong looked at the followers in front of him with suspicion, his face showing disbelief that Huang Feihong would kill his followers.
The follower continued hesitantly, "Li Boyang is also with Huang Feihong."
“I knew it. How could Wong Fei-hung possibly kill us? Given his personality, he would at most just stop us. Only that Butcher Li would be so heartless.”
The mention of Li Boyang's name caused Master Jiugong's expression to become unnatural.
A minor leader angrily said, "Grand Master, Baozhilin has gone too far! We must retaliate!"
Master Jiugong pulled an iron plate from his chest and casually tossed it on the ground. After thinking for a moment, he said, "We must take revenge. If we don't, that Butcher Li will look down on us. But Butcher Li has a lot of men and they are all armed with foreign guns. He is obviously not easy to deal with."
Without a second thought, the leader continued, "Then let's take revenge on Wong Fei-hung; they're in cahoots."
Master Jiugong kicked the leader to the ground, exclaiming with disappointment, "Are you a pig? Without Huang Feihong's restraint, that mad butcher Li Boyang is like a wild horse that has broken free of its reins, ready to wipe us out. Do you think Li Boyang doesn't have the ability to do that?"
The underling lying on the ground rubbed his chest and wondered, "With Li Boyang around in Guangzhou, it's too hard for us to survive. Why don't we go somewhere else?"
Master Jiugong laughed and said, "If we change our location, where will we find so many financial backers willing to support us? To be honest, we should thank Li Boyang properly. If it weren't for him, why would those financial backers be willing to spend so much on us? They're just ordinary followers. They can just die and we can recruit them again. In the past year, how many more people have died at Li Boyang's hands? Do we need a few more?"
Upon hearing Master Jiugong's words, the junior leader became even more puzzled and asked, "So, should we still seek revenge?"