He suddenly thought of soone.
A nightmare, a lifelong enemy!
If it were that person, it might indeed make the Black Wind Village Chief willing to do such a favor at that ti.
But that’s impossible!
All these years, he has been searching for that person’s whereabouts, but to no avail, as if the other person had vanished like a drop of water into the sea.
Moreover, with that person’s strength and pride, if they really knew the truth of that year, they would seek revenge personally as he wished; how could they rely on soone else?
But if it really is that person, then the Black Wind Village Chief asking him to confess would be a great humiliation, even worse than death, a disgrace more terrifying and unacceptable.
"No need to guess any longer."
Jiang Dali turned calmly and said, "You will now go to an inn in the market of Yunxi Town in the Divine Martial Country, nad Zhonghua Pavilion, and apologize to the boss there in person."
Po Jun’s heart trembled. In the dark, he always felt that the person Jiang Dali ntioned was most likely the one he had been searching for all these years.
At this mont, his emotions were filled with doubt, surprise, complexity, anger, disgrace, and all sorts of intolerable emotions.
If it really is that person, then—he would rather die! He would never bow his head or confess!
...
Hangzhou City, both inside and outside the city, was clouded with war.
West Lake.
Large numbers of Song soldiers and even experts from the Six Gates had been mobilized, under the command of those in the city, lifting torches like two fire dragons in the night, quickly sealing off the water and land around the Three Ponds Mirroring the Moon at West Lake.
Even hawks trained by officials hovered in the sky, watching and monitoring.
In the firelight, aside from a single boat on the surface of West Lake, there were no other boats, and no people were seen near the embanknt, exuding a profound, mysterious calm, full of tension before an impending storm.
Further outside the blockade line, many players who had heard the news looked at the boat on the water, frequently pointing and discussing, all speculating that it must be the monks and nuns from the Pure Thought Zen Sect and Cihang Jingzhai.
"It’s really unbelievable, are the people from Pure Thought Zen Sect and Cihang Jingzhai all wooden-headed? I thought a breakout battle would occur just now, but unexpectedly they allowed the soldiers to surround them in the center of West Lake; are they going to give up resistance?"
"Actually, it can be understood, monks, they claim to have clean minds and bodies, wanting to reason first when encountering things. In such circumstances, they claim innocence, naturally unwilling to rashly conflict with the soldiers, otherwise, it would solidify the rationale of a thief’s guilty conscience?"
"Goodness, no wonder Laozi isn’t a monk, just this calmness, I couldn’t possibly do it, I would have imdiately committed suicide and fled."
"Mainly they probably think these soldiers aren’t much of a threat, right? Even if they broke out, so what, they still have to face the Black Wind Village Chief, right? The Black Wind Village Chief flies in the sky; unless they scatter and flee, it would still be challenging to escape."
Amidst the players’ discussions, at this ti, on the boat in the center of the lake, the people from Pure Thought Zen Sect and Cihang Jingzhai were also appearing extrely serious with heavy expressions, yet their eyes showed an unwavering determination to see death as a return ho, showing no fear of the soldiers surrounding the water and embanknt.
Bu Chen gazed around the water, encircled by the Song Dynasty’s Navy, with many archers on the boat having their bows drawn, aiming rockets in this direction, he sighed deeply, pressed his palms together, and said, "Amitabha Buddha! Now the Song Country has truly beco a harmful tool for this Demon, the Black Wind Village Chief; even these officials and soldiers act entirely on his command, indiscriminately, how tragic and hateful!"
Bu Chi shook his head and said, "As they say, ’If I don’t enter hell, who will?’ This only strengthens our determination to remove this demon from West Lake, restoring a bright Heaven and Earth to the Song Country!"
"Indeed."
Bu Chen compassionately said, "Aren’t these soldiers also soone’s husband, child’s father, elder’s son? Now, to shed their blood for the Black Wind Village Chief, this poor monk truly can’t bear to strike!"
In Cihang Jingzhai, Feixuan’s delicate body trembled lightly, and with eyes full of a strange benevolence, she said, "Though we are outnumbered, and even though monks preach compassion, if sacrificing oneself for a greater cause is necessary, then sacrifice is inevitable. Master Bu Chen should not worry too much; as long as we can remove the demon, we will return to the monastery to reflect, repent, and perform funeral rites for the sacrificed souls."
Upon hearing this, everyone sighed internally, knowing that blood and gore were unavoidable tonight. They feared that those who agreed to lure the Black Wind Village Chief here, such as the son of the Sword Sect and others, also faced grim prospects.
Just then, a surge of primordial spirit wave emanated from the portrait of the Heavenly Monk on the table, encompassing everyone’s spirit, and he spoke.
"The son of the Sword Sect and two others had a fierce battle with the Black Wind Village Chief, one died in the city, and the other two are likely in danger as well. Our situation here may have already been exposed. The Black Wind Village Chief might not risk himself..."
Upon hearing this, everyone felt a heavy heart sink.
The reason they allowed themselves to be surrounded by soldiers without leaving West Lake was to lure the Black Wind Village Chief here to duel, thereby using the power of the Buddha Artifact in West Lake to vanquish him.
Otherwise, even if they broke through the siege, without the advantageous terrain of West Lake, with the Black Wind Village Chief’s strength, he could counterattack them freely, making defeat difficult.
If the Black Wind Village Chief knew of the powerful Buddha Artifact in West Lake and refused to risk himself, they would indeed lose all advantages and face a difficult situation.
At this ti, all monks and nuns sensed a disturbance in the ranks of soldiers on both shores.
From the embanknt ca a thunderous roar.
A dozen or so riders escorted two riders ahead, galloping quickly, leaving dust that lingered in the air for a long ti on the embanknt road.
After the two burly figures dismounted, they were welcod into the soldier-officer ranks surrounded by torchlight.
All the monks and nuns felt a wave of excitent; though distant, just looking at the extraordinary, towering figure among them, they could guess it was the Black Wind Village Chief.
He finally ca!
At this ti, on the embanknt, the officials and soldiers of Hangzhou City, surrounding Jiang Dali, paid their respects with eyes full of reverence.
Jiang Dali waved his hand skillfully and said, "Generals, there’s no need for such formalities in these unusual tis; what is the current situation?"
A general stepped forward, salute with cupped fists, and said, "Reporting to the Prince, the assassins have been trapped in the center of the lake, and no one has broken through or escaped. By your prior command, we dared not act rashly."
"Well then! Let see these audacious assassins!"
Jiang Dali waved his hand, and the soldiers standing like a human wall in front quickly retreated, unveiling the situation at the lake’s heart.
Only to see, under the torchlight and moonlight, a dium-sized rchant ship drifted in the lake’s center without a single light, akin to an abandoned ghost ship, appearing eerie and mysterious.
Jiang Dali extended his hand.
"Please, Prince!"
A nearby general imdiately approached, respectfully presenting a copper Persian telescope...
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(Requesting monthly tickets! There will be more updates tonight! But because of so matters in the evening, it will probably be posted at midnight!)
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