Uncle Jiu's Senior Brother

Chapter 173: Battle of the Shrine

It was different from the Black Cult’s grand gathering.

In the past few days, the Yellow Sect lamas who had been hiding in various places have secretly returned to the temple one after another.

Now even ordinary people feel the atmosphere suddenly becomes tense when they go out.

The usually easy-going and warm masters all had a different temperament, as if they were going to a battlefield.

In some places, temples were even empty.

The situation in the Tibetan government is like a huge whirlpool hidden under the water. Once it bursts, it will lead to huge waves.

Two days later, the Panchen Lama and Master Miyue came to see Lu Li with a bearded man.

Isn’t this Yan Chixia? Teacher Wu Ma is very busy with his work and you can see him everywhere.

Mi Yue introduced Lu Li, "Master Lu, this is my senior brother Chi Fei. Senior brother, this is Master Lu Li from Maoshan."

"I've heard for a long time that a peerless genius has emerged from Maoshan, and today I finally saw the real person, haha!"

Chi Fei's smile is very free and easy, and people feel good about him at first sight.

"Master Chi Fei, you are too polite. This time, we will work together to eliminate the evil for the righteous path."

"What a good way to get rid of evil for the righteous path. Look at Taoist Priest Lu. Not only is his cultivation high, but he is also righteous and can talk. Unlike you, you can't even get a fart out of him even if you hit him with three sticks."

These two brothers haven't called Chi Fei "Senior Brother" for twenty years because of a trivial matter.

We even stopped contacting each other. This time, he bowed his head for the sake of Jingu, so Chi Fei was so proud. After all, I won.

"Chifei! You!"

Miyue was furious.

"Hmm? Then I'll leave?"

Chi Fei looked at Mi Yue with squinted eyes.

"That's what senior brother taught me."

Mi Yue could only suppress her anger and swallow her breath. Her aggrieved look was exactly the same as when Uncle Jiu lost the money.

This old guy is very bad. Wait until this is over and see how I deal with him.

Miyue thought to herself.

Chi Fei knew that Mi Yue would not let it go like this, but he didn't care. He felt so happy to be able to suppress this guy.

The Panchen Lama watched the two brothers fooling around and smiled bitterly.

These two have been arguing for decades and it's still not over.

Lu Li laughed in his heart. No matter what character was in the hands of these two people, it was full of laughter and joy.

"Okay, we're here to talk business, not to watch you two quarrel."

The Panchen Lama finally couldn't bear it anymore and said to the two of them.

The two of them snorted and turned their heads away from each other.

“Master Lu, according to the information from our Divine Palace, Ni Tian Tong has gathered more than 2,000 Black Cult disciples and is heading towards the Divine Palace.

We will probably reach the foot of Mt. Jingu by noon tomorrow."

Lu Li was also a little surprised to hear the news.

This Ni Tian Tong is really amazing. The Black Cult actually has so many people.

"How many disciples in the Divine Palace are available to fight?"

Mi Yue quickly replied: "Excluding the children who are currently studying, there are currently about 1,500 disciples in the Divine Palace who can fight.

Fortunately, disciples from nearby areas continue to return, and some will probably come back today and tomorrow morning.

The total number should be around 1,700.”

Lu Li was even more surprised. This temple was truly extraordinary.

The number of people in one shrine is as large as that of several Taoist sects combined.

Maoshan is so prosperous now, but including the disciples who have opened Taoist temples at the foot of the mountain, there are only four or five hundred people.

There are only more than 300 disciples in Tianshi Mansion.

If all the people came to this temple, there would be more than 2,000 people.

"We can use high-end combat forces to make up for the difference in numbers. Then it will be up to the two masters, Mi Yue and Chi Fei, to lead.

I will also deal with Ni Tian Tong as soon as possible and come to help you."

Lu Li said confidently.

Miyue and Chifei saw that Lu Li spoke lightly, as if he was sure to win.

Although I was surprised, I didn't ask too many questions. What I needed at this time was the belief that I would win.

The Panchen Lama was very confident about Lu Li. In the prophecy he saw, Lu Li fought a monster for a whole day, the sea water surged and the sea surface turned red, and finally he successfully killed the monster.

At that time, Lu Li could already fly at will and perform large-scale magic at will.

Compared to that monster, Nitiantong is just a little kid.

It was not until noon the next day that the Jingu Yellow Cult finally gathered more than 1,700 people.

The purifying holy light of the shrine is useless to Ni Tian Tong.

This was confirmed as early as the Tubo period.

Therefore, in order to prevent the shrine from being destroyed, the Panchen Lama gathered all his disciples halfway up the holy mountain.

It didn't take long before a group of black figures rushed up the mountain. All of them looked murderous and had apparently killed many people.

"Hahaha! Old Panchen Lama, you are already hundreds of years old. How many years can you still live? You actually dare to leave the gate of the shrine."

A figure slowly fell from the sky, his eyelids were purple and his hair stood on end.

When he walked, there was murderous aura and devilish spirit everywhere. It was obvious that he was the boy who defied heaven.

"Ni Tian Tong! You are in the name of defying the heavens, your hands are stained with blood, and you practice the way of the devil. Today, you dare to lead the people to attack the palace of the gods. I, the Yellow Sect, swear to defeat the devil today!"

Although the Panchen Lama is old, when it comes to talking, ten powerful men are no match for him.

"Subdue the demons? Humph! Today, let's see whether you can subdue the demons or I, Ni Tian Tong, can defeat the Buddha! Come on! Kill them all!"

As Nitiantong finished his words, the people from the Black Cult in the back rushed up with murderous intent.

The Shrine had also been prepared. When they saw the Black Sect members approaching, Mi Yue and Chi Fei each directed the Yellow Sect disciples.

"shoot!"

A rain of arrows fell, and a large row of Black Sect disciples in front fell down immediately.

If you look closely, you will see that both the arrow head and the arrow body are engraved with Tantric runes, and they are specifically aimed at those who practice magic.

Seeing this, more than ten disciples leading the Black Sect took out a black banner.

There are patterns of evil spirits painted on the banners.

Moreover, as soon as the banner was taken out, a bloody smell emanated, and even Lu Li, who was watching from behind, frowned.

The Panchen Lama even exclaimed, "Blood Soul Banners! To refine these ten Blood Soul Banners, at least tens of thousands of people must have been killed. The Black Cult actually committed such a huge sin of killing. Aren't they afraid of being blamed by the gods?"

When he heard that tens of thousands of people were going to be killed, Lu Li's eyebrows stood up and he looked even more murderous.

"I didn't want to die so soon, but since you guys are looking for death, you can't blame me.

The Blood Soul Banner is indeed a great killing weapon of the devil, just when it was waved, the bloody evil energy seeped into the battlefield, and any Yellow Sect disciple who was touched by it screamed and turned into a pool of blood.

The Yellow Sect disciples were already at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, and in just a quarter of an hour of fighting, two to three hundred of them died, almost all of them killed by the Blood Soul Banner.

Even the blood was sucked away by the Blood Soul Banner.

Just as Lu Li was about to take action, he was stopped by the Panchen Lama.

"Master Lu, wait a minute. Now is not the right time. Ni Tian Tong has not made a move yet. As for the Blood Soul Banner, our Yellow Sect has its own response."

After he finished speaking, a tear fell from the corner of the Panchen Lama's eye and he began to recite sutras for the salvation of souls.

Mi Yue and Chi Fei shouted loudly when they saw this.

"Sound the holy bell!"

A dozen disciples waiting at the back pulled back the curtain and lifted up a large bell.

He mobilized all his magical power to hang the bell on two thick beams.

Mi Yue came to the bell, made a magic seal, raised a big bell hammer and hit it with all her strength.

"Boom!"

The sound of the bell spread throughout the venue, and even the people living at the foot of the mountain could clearly hear the sound of the bell.

The Yellow Sect disciples who were in the fight only felt their physical strength and magic power suddenly replenished, and they became extremely excited.

The disciples of the Black Sect were in a miserable state. When the bell rang, those with low magical powers all started bleeding from all their orifices.

In the end, he was easily killed by the Yellow Sect disciple in front of him.

Even people with profound magical powers would only feel their blood and energy being agitated and their magical powers being blocked.

Those who are currently using their magic power are even more unlucky and are directly attacked back.

Seven of the ten Blood Soul Banners were shattered on the spot, and the backlash alone was enough to cause the Black Sect disciples holding the Blood Soul Banners to explode and die.

The situation on the field suddenly reversed and the Yellow Sect gained the upper hand again.

"What's the clock?"

Lu Li had seen this big bell before and remembered that it was standing in the Shrine Square at that time.

There was nothing special when I first saw it, but I didn't expect that as soon as the bell rang, even I felt my blood boiling.

"The bell was originally an ordinary large bell. After being sacrificed and refined by three generations of Panchen Lamas and living Buddhas, it became a carrier for storing the power of faith of believers. It has been storing power for more than 800 years.

This knock consumed at least two hundred years of faith."

The old Panchen Lama's face was full of bitterness.

Lu Li understood. This was the same principle as the Three Pure Ones enshrined in the Maoshan Temple.

The more people come to burn incense on weekdays, the greater the power of the statue will be.