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Chapter 97 The Grand Preceptor of the Yuan Dynasty
Outside the True Sect's square, soldiers from the Great Yuan Dynasty, dressed in military uniforms and carrying long spears, marched in orderly steps to the edge of the square, where they lined up in a row, numbering three or four hundred.
Behind the soldiers, a figure slowly walked over. The lower half of the figure wore a purple-red monk's robe that reached the ankles, while the upper half wore a red vest and a shawl that was more than twice the length of the figure. The face was compassionate, yet it gave people an unsettling feeling. The steps he took were solemn and dignified.
Behind this figure followed a disciple dressed in the same lama attire, respectfully following behind.
After the monks in their robes entered, the soldiers parted to make way, kneeling as the monks passed through the procession, and only daring to stand up after the monks had passed.
"He was the successor of Shi Le, the Grand Preceptor of the Yuan Dynasty."
Shen Rong, who was standing next to Liu Bowen, suddenly spoke up as she looked at the impressively decorated monks.
Zhang Junbao asked curiously, "How did you know?"
Shen Rong explained, "This guy has been to my house before. Don't be fooled by his appearance. He looks kind and compassionate, but he's actually a ruthless person who eats people alive."
"That's amazing."
Zhang Jun stuck out his tongue, somewhat incredulous.
"So you are Shi Le, the Grand Preceptor of the Yuan Dynasty. I am so sorry for not greeting you properly. Please take a seat."
Qiu Chuji, who was sitting upright at the head of the hall, stood up for the first time, gently flicked his whisk, and looked at Shi Le Jizu with a somewhat solemn expression.
The title of "National Preceptor" was bestowed by emperors throughout Chinese history upon highly learned and virtuous religious figures, typically from Taoism or Buddhism.
However, if one only thinks of the National Preceptor as a learned and virtuous monk, one will not even know how to die when one actually encounters him.
The Grand Preceptor of the Yuan Dynasty represented the highest level of personal military power recognized by the state. Shi Le, who was born into the Tantric school, was not just a man of learning and virtue; he is now a grand master of Tibetan Tantric Buddhism.
If Qiu Chuji represents the pinnacle of Taoist martial arts in the Central Plains today, then Shi Le Jizu is the only formidable opponent who can rival him. Qiu Chuji's attitude towards Shi Le Jizu reveals a lot about this.
"No need for a seat. I heard that Master Qiu is a hundred years old. I brought a very generous gift with me this time, but I don't know if Master Qiu will accept it or not."
Shi Le, following his grandfather, walked down the main road in the middle of the square, ignoring the heroes of the martial arts world on both sides, and went directly to Qiu Chuji.
Qiu Chuji looked at Shi Le Jizu and said calmly, "I really can't accept the gift from the Grand Preceptor. I'll take it back myself."
"Master Qiu is right."
"Where did this lama come from, daring to cause trouble? Get back to Tibet, or don't blame us for being impolite."
"Go back to Tibet."
"Get out of here."
Seeing Shi Le's arrogant attitude, the heroes sitting on both sides of the square, Chen Youliang, who was sitting on the left side of the square, cursed first, followed by a chorus of agreement.
Chen Youliang was a ruthless character.
Ten years ago, these people wouldn't have dared to act this way. But now, the situation in the Great Yuan is deteriorating every day, and many of those sitting on the left and right sides of the True Sect are leaders of rebel armies. They don't take the Great Yuan's National Preceptor seriously at all.
Hum!
The sound wasn't loud, but those who hadn't yet reached the Qi Refining Realm were just shouting wildly, when suddenly everyone fell silent, their faces blank with shock.
They only felt the whispers of Buddhist chants in their ears, and a feeling of repentance arose in their hearts, as if they had done something terribly wrong.
The captivating, mesmerizing sound of Sanskrit chants entering the esoteric realm.
It was Shi Le, the Grand Preceptor of the Yuan Dynasty, who made the move. He simply used a secret technique of Tantric Buddhism to lightly chant the six-syllable mantra of Buddhism, and those who had not yet entered the Qi Refining stage were caught off guard.
Approaching!
Qiu Chuji made his move, chanting the nine-character Taoist mantra. His voice resonated through the heavens, striking the hearts of everyone like the sound of a morning bell and evening drum.
The heroes of the martial arts world in the square awoke one by one, looking at Shi Le Jizu with fear on their faces.
Upon regaining consciousness, Liu Bowen stared in horror at Shi Le's successor, muttering, "What terrifying methods."
Zhang Junbao said with some relief, "Fortunately, Master Qiu was there."
"This lama is amazing."
Shen Rong's voice was filled with lingering fear.
After Qiu Chuji woke everyone up, he snorted coldly at Shi Le Jizu and said, "If the Grand Preceptor has nothing else to say, please leave. The True Sect does not welcome you."
Shi Le Jizu seemed to have no concern about what had just happened, and said with a smile, "Master Qiu, don't be impatient. Let's hear about the gifts first."
Qiu Chuji gave the other party no chance at all, and said directly: "Today is my birthday. If the Grand Preceptor wants to have a drink, I am happy to do so. If you have other purposes, I will not hesitate to give you my advice."
Shi Le Jizu seemed not to hear what Qiu Chuji said, and continued, "This great gift of mine concerns the lives of everyone present. Master Qiu, you should be more cautious."
"What are you saying, lama? Are you still asleep?"
"That's utterly audacious! You think you can take my life?"
"Lama from Tibet, today I'll make sure you can't leave Zhongnan Mountain. Let's see who takes whose life."
Half of the martial arts heroes in the arena stood up, pointing their weapons at Shi Le Jizu.
Shi Le, the successor to the ancestor, said with a smile, "Gentlemen, don't be impatient. Even those who are going to their deaths have to line up. Let me finish speaking first. The chapter you are currently reading, 'Fist Breaks Through All Realms,' Chapter 97, 'The Great Yuan National Preceptor,' is only a small part. To read the full version, please search on Baidu: () and then search for 'Fist Breaks Through All Realms.'"
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