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Chapter 45 If you don't obey, you will be slaughtered!Jinhong Temple
The whole hall was silent at first, and then there was a sound of sucking air.

"Master! Absolutely not!"

"Master! You are the master of the religion, how can you risk yourself?!"

"That's right! Master, there are so many ways to kill the emperor, how can we let you go into the tiger's den alone?"

"Master, think twice!"

"..."

For a while, there were earnest voices of dissuasion in the room.

Shang Kewan looked speechless, tapped his forehead and said helplessly: "Who said that our sect mainly assassinates the emperor?"

"Uh?"

The senior members of the Jiuyou Sect were stunned for a moment, and while secretly relieved, they looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Hey, leader, since you don't intend to assassinate the emperor, why do you want to participate in the draft? Could it be that you want to take the opportunity to visit the palace?"

"Huh? This seems to be no problem..."

"Yeah, that's fine. With the leader's strength, as long as you don't get noticed, it shouldn't be a big problem to fly out at night when you're tired from shopping."

"Hey, that's the palace. It's good to let the leader go for a stroll and relax."

"..."

Shang Ke raised his head tactfully, and while rolling his eyes, he felt a little speechless and choked with tears.

These guys are really...

"Okay, it's none of your business, get out!"

"Yes! The leader rests, I will take my leave."

When everyone retreated, Shang Ke Wanfu stared at the vertical portrait on the table again.

On the portrait is a man with a smile on his lips, deep eyes, and strong facial features. The man has his hands on his side and his clothes are fluttering. He looks handsome and handsome.

On the man's forehead, there is a very small mole, if you don't look carefully, you may not really notice it.

Looking at it as a whole, this is Zhou Xin's portrait!
"Your Majesty, you are really mysterious..."

Shang Kewan murmured softly, her eyes flickering.

During the fight that night, the two Jing'an Division masters who died were the Prime Minister and the Three Kings. The deaths of these two people directly prompted Zhu Gaoyang to completely control the Jing'an Division.

As a result, she had a suspicion, that is, the relationship between Young Master Yan and the emperor.

Going back to the major events that happened before, the assassination of the emperor seemed to be led by the nose, and the night of King Wei's rebellion, the biggest beneficiary was not her, but the emperor.

Young Master Yan was almost always involved in these incidents.

Although Mr. Yan's words and deeds were clearly hostile to the emperor, the end result was that the emperor benefited, which made her doubt the relationship between the two.

Although there was no evidence, her intuition told her that Mr. Yan was most likely the emperor's pawn.

She trusts her intuition, because in addition to her delicate and keen mind, her intuition also has a lot of credit for helping her get to where she is today.

Therefore, she has made a decision to use the opportunity of the draft to sneak into the emperor's side and observe the mysterious emperor himself.

If the guess is wrong, and the emperor is only a man, then she will naturally leave quietly.

But if the emperor is really a dragon among men, she doesn't mind giving up her body and mind.

And the Jiuyou Sect and the two giants of the underground dark net are her dowry!
A truly smart person will not look forward and backward and reward feathers alone. Once he decides to bet, he must go all out!

The night wind was blowing, and a shadow suddenly entered through the half-opened window.

"Owner."

"Tell me, how many people?"

Shang Kewan didn't look back, and asked slowly while slowly rolling up the portrait.

"Three. Elder Qi, Guardian Yue, and Guardian Lin. They want to kill the deputy suzerain of Shang Fazong to provoke a fight and prompt the divine religion to do it."

In the shadows, a thin figure whispered back.

"If you're really disobedient, then kill them. In addition, deliver what they planned and their heads to other elders and Dharma protectors to watch."

Shang Kewan spoke softly, with a somewhat helpless tone, but the content of the words sent chills down the spine.

"Yes!"

The shadow commanded in a low voice, flashed again, and disappeared through the gap in the window.

……

North Cangzhou, Jinhong Temple.

In a hall enshrining the Bazhang Golden Buddha, seven monks in cassocks were sitting cross-legged on futons discussing something.

Among the seven people, six were wearing red cassocks, and the last old man sitting cross-legged opposite the six was wearing a purple cassock.

Jinhong Temple has five courtyards and one pavilion, and the head of the five courtyards and one pavilion is the person with the highest status under the abbot.

But in fact, there is a special existence in Jinhong Temple, and the heads of all the courtyards have to be cautious when they see each other. Even the abbot has to call him senior brother in a polite manner.

That person is the ghost monk who once shocked several surrounding countries and terrified countless people and demons——Xuandu.

However, the ghost monk had closed the death test more than ten years ago. There were rumors that the ghost monk had gone mad and passed away, but it is difficult for outsiders to know if it is true or not.

But more than ten years have passed, and the world has gradually forgotten about this person, so some people call Xie Changfeng No. 1 in the Jianghu of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

"Abbot, Xie Changfeng is a man of bad intentions. If he becomes the master of the Great Zhou Dynasty and Shang Fazong becomes the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, not only our Jinhong Temple will be in crisis, but the people of the world will also be in misery. Therefore, this matter must be Stop it!"

Huizhen, the head of the Purdue Courtyard, clasped his hands and said softly, with a sad face, a bit of compassion.

"Amitabha! That's true. Abbot, people in the world don't know Xie Changfeng's true face. I, Jinhong Temple, have never dismantled it to ensure the stability of the world. However, the overall situation will change today. For the sake of all people in the world, I, Jinhong Temple, have no choice but to stand up .”

Hui Ming, head of the Bodhidharma Academy, nodded in agreement, but unlike Hui Zhen, his eyes were sharp and firm, and his face was much more solemn and ruthless.

"That's good! Emperor Zhou was deceived by Xie Changfeng. For the common people's livelihood, the poor monk is willing to enter the palace in person to persuade Emperor Zhou to change his will with Buddhism and righteousness."

Huijue, the head of the Chanting Institute, proposed a solution, but most of the others frowned, apparently not agreeing.

Huixin, the head of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, shook his head and sighed softly.

"Emperor Zhou has killed a lot of evildoers, and there are eagles and dogs in the Sutra Protector Hall to protect him. The possibility of trying to persuade him to turn around is extremely slim."

"Senior brother's words are reasonable, the current strategy is to start from the source of Xie Changfeng."

Wisdom, the head of the Discipline Academy, nodded in agreement and expressed his opinion.

At this point, everyone looked at the last leader, that is, Huitong, the first leader of Arhat Academy.

Huitong raised his eyelids, and the murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Slaying one demon and saving all the people is my way! Xie Changfeng, kill him!"

"My Buddha is merciful, Amitabha..."

The other five chiefs clasped their palms together and lightly proclaimed, but they did not refute. Instead, together with Huitong, they stared at the abbot Xuankong who had kept his eyes closed.

Xuankong slowly opened his eyes, his cloudy eyes swept over the six people one by one, he nodded slightly, then shook his head again.

"Amitabha! Since all the masters and nephews agree, Xie Changfeng should indeed be killed."

"However, although Xie Changfeng's intentions are not righteous, his martial arts talent is quite monstrous. With his current strength, there is no one in Jinhong Temple who can subdue him."

Huitong frowned slightly, and said, "Abbot, don't worry, if I lead the Elder Arhat and the Eighteen Arhats, Xie Changfeng will definitely be executed! If Brother Huiming and the Elder Bodhidharma are allowed to cooperate secretly, everything will be safe!"

Xuankong stroked his white beard under his jaw, and shook his head slowly.

"Xie Changfeng has already returned to Shangfazong. When he goes to the imperial capital, he will lead the masters of the sect to set off together. There is no chance of besieging him."

Hearing these words, the chief seats couldn't help but frowned.

After more than ten breaths of silence, Huixin, the head of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, gritted his teeth suddenly and made a sound.

"Abbot, the sky is about to change drastically, it's time to invite Master to come out of the mountain!"

"Brother... oh..."

Xuankong was startled for a while, stared at the outside of the hall with complicated eyes for a long while, and finally let out a long sigh.

"You also know the reason why Senior Brother Xuandu got the title 'Ghost Monk'. If he gets out of control, the entire imperial city will probably be bloodied."

Huitong frowned again, and retorted: "Abbot, it's just a possibility that the master lost control, it may not really happen."

"Even if the uncle really loses control, as long as we use the Arhat Formation and the Qingxin Mantra to help, the uncle will be able to regain consciousness. Isn't that how it was at the beginning?"

"The reason why it was successful at the beginning was because the senior brother regained his clarity at the last moment. Today, the senior brother's strength may be even higher, but once he loses control, the demon barrier will be even stronger..."

Xuan Kong said in a deep voice, with a sad face.

"In addition, the senior brother's temperament has also undergone a great change. He is moody and unpredictable. Even if he does not consider the consequences, it may be difficult to invite him out of the mountain."

"But, abbot, the situation is settled, we have to move even if we don't move."

"That's right, abbot! Compared with all the people in the world, sacrificing some people in the imperial capital is nothing."

"What's more, no matter how strong the master is, he still hasn't broken the shackles."

"There are [-] forbidden troops in the imperial court, and there are also [-] tiger and tiger troops outside the imperial capital. They will never sit back and watch the uncle kill ordinary people wantonly. As long as the army is dispatched and besieged layer by layer, the uncle's power will eventually be defeated. Exhausted."

"At that time, we will try to rescue the uncle again."

Hearing Huizhi and Huitong's words, Xuankong frowned and fell into deep thought.

After a while, Xuankong hesitated and said: "If the court finds out the identity of the senior brother, won't my Jinhong Temple be destroyed forever?"

"Abbot, my uncle has been plagued by demons in recent years. Not only has his temperament changed drastically, but his face has also changed a lot, and even his hair has grown back. As long as we don't talk about it, who can think of my uncle?"

"Besides, we can also release the news that the uncle has passed away, and pay homage to the pagoda forest in the future, and chant sutras for the tower of the uncle, so as to ensure safety!"

"Amitabha, although this act is very disrespectful to my uncle, it is after all for the sake of my Jinhong Temple inheritance and the sake of all people in the world. It is expected that my uncle will understand."

"Master uncle has devoted all his life to Jinhong Temple, so there should be no objection to this matter."

Several chief seats discussed softly, and quickly reached a consensus.

Xuankong bowed his head in silence for a while, finally heaved a long sigh and nodded.

"Come on, let's go, this is the only plan for now. Brother, I will try my best to make it happen. Other things, I will trouble you, my nephews."

"Amitabha……"

(End of this chapter)