I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 921: Chapter Two Hundred and Fifteen: The Holy Monk Jiuda

Walking along the long divine path, one would come upon the protective shrine of Krahoho where, after stunning several guards with spiritual pressure, Tang Luo naturally caught sight of a deity of the Feitian Clan being worshipped inside—a formidable Asura God Statue named Qluo Qiantuo.

This Asura God Statue, resembling a Rakshasa with a fierce visage, mouth wide open as though in a roar, stood with broad and powerful shoulders. Legend had it that by merely shaking its shoulders, the statue could churn up towering waves in the Endless Sea, its bellow resembling thunder, possessing the power to annihilate the world.

To his surprise, Tang Luo discovered that the statue contained an extraordinary power. Blood Fiend flowed in and out of the statue’s mouth and nose as if it were alive.

Through the flow of spiritual power, he realized that the statue was the pivot of the temple’s grand formation. All Evil Qi had to pass through this statue before spreading to the various sanctuaries. After being imbued with Blood Fiend for countless years, the statue also possessed a measure of divine might. However, it was a pity that this was not what Tang Luo needed. The power of this statue was insufficient to extract the Blood Fiend inherent in his bloodline. Perhaps only the oldest Asura God Statue in the Vita Temple could achieve that.

“Let’s go, this isn’t the protective deity statue I’m looking for. To Ned,” Tang Luo said.

Dragging the paralyzed Dongzhi with him, Tang Luo walked deeper into the temple along the divine path. The scare he gave the thin, dark-skinned youth nearly brought the boy to tears, “Your Excellency, knocking out the Divine Guards is already a grave offense. We won’t be able to escape if we don’t run now. Why are you still heading further into the temple?”

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“I secured the Abbot’s position for your Jiuta Holy Monk. It’s only reasonable for him to return the favor.”

The tall, gaunt man, donning a Gou Chen Mask and a Star Robe, strode through the inner sanctum as if he was the only person there, his husky voice full of ennui, “He must have invited me here for this purpose, I presume.”

In front of the temple, beside nodding his head in greeting to Jiuta, there was also a transference of sound, but Tang Luo couldn’t understand what Jiuta was saying, so he had no choice but to drag Dongzhi along as a translator.

When Tang Luo reached a palace deep within Krahoho Temple, he pushed open the doors. All the temple elders and masters he had seen before at the plaza were assembled, and they were extremely shocked and angered by Tang Luo’s sudden intrusion.

A furious elder at the end of the row stood abruptly, pointing a Blood Fiend Divine Light at Tang Luo, who pulled the ashen-faced Dongzhi behind him, letting the Spirit Art strike his chest. Under the burnt Star Robe was a Yuan Magnetic Divine Pearl flashing with blue light.

With a flick of the Star Robe, the Imperial Magnetic Beads, carrying three kinds of forceful energy, whistled through the air. The temple elder who was too close could only twist his body aside, never expecting the pearl to curve and strike fiercely against his face.

“Ding!”

“Ding!!”

“Ding!!!”

Each blow louder than the last, the elder was knocked down. Had it not been for the unique protection of the Blood Fiend and the robust body forged by the Rakshasa battle techniques, the triple strike of the Yuan Magnetic Beads alone could have burst his skull open.

Ignoring the struggling temple elder trying to stand and the hostile gaze of the protective temple practices, Tang Luo pulled Dongzhi, who was behind him, to the front and said indifferently, “Tell them I need a letter of recommendation to enter the Vita Temple.”

The unidentified intruder’s defiant demeanor undoubtedly enraged all the Feitian in the hall. Faces, already resembling Rakshasa, contorted with fury. Yet Jiuta, seated in the prime position, looked amiable. Without waiting for Dongzhi to translate, he spoke in fluent official language, “It turns out the gentleman hails from Zhongzhou. I did not understand when transmitting sound earlier; I ask for your forgiveness, sir.”

Jiuta’s fluent use of the official language was a surprise to everyone, including Dongzhi, who was stunned.

“So the master understands the official language, that’s truly saved me a great deal of effort,”

Tang Luo pushed the shivering temple elder aside and pulled a chair under himself to sit comfortably, smiling as he said, “This way, we can have a good chat.”

“Jueta indeed has that intention.” The holy monk from Klaho whispered something to the temple guards, and after the temple elders gave Tang Luo a deep look, they filed out one after another.

Seeing Jueta’s arrangements, Tang Luo instructed Dongzhi, “You wait for me outside. If you encounter any danger, just hold onto this bead with all your strength.”

Saying this, he placed a Fallen Imperial Magnetic Bead into Dongzhi’s arms, which the skinny boy instinctively clutched closely.

With attendants dismissed, only Tang Luo and Jueta remained in the hall, facing each other from a distance.

After a long silence, Jueta was the first to speak, “Thank you, sir, for wielding thunder in teaching the way and carving out a path of survival for the believers of the desolate court. Jueta here expresses their gratitude on their behalf.”

“Heh, wasn’t it said that the thunder was the masterpiece of your new god? What does it have to do with me?”

Tang Luo casually crossed his index fingers on the table, speaking indifferently, “Let’s talk about something else. I’ve done you such a big favor, how do you plan to repay me?”

“The gentleman speaks sense.” Jueta nodded, “However, Jueta is now a traitor of the Feitian Clan. If the gentleman were to use Jueta’s recommendation to go to the holy city, I fear you wouldn’t even see the door of the Vita Temple.”

“So you’re saying you’re useless to me.” Tang Luo under the Gou Chen Mask frowned displeasedly, “Then how about I take your traitorous head as a recommendation letter to Vita Temple, would that work?”

“That probably won’t work either.” Jueta shook his head amiably, “The Feitian Clan is incredibly arrogant. Even someone as powerful as you, sir, wouldn’t be acknowledged by them unless you fought them. They wouldn’t allow you to enter Vita Temple, and even the great ascetics of the Feitian Clan, aspiring for enlightenment, must swear loyalty to the Feitian Clan, otherwise, they are not permitted to visualize the Asura God Statue.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Jueta just wants to tell the gentleman that Klaho Temple belongs to all believers, while Vita Temple is exclusively for the Shiu family. Thus, Klaho Temple and Vita Temple are different,” Jueta explained.

Jueta’s demeanor was as amiable as a neighborly old man, his gentle tone contrasting sharply with his ferocious appearance.

“Different?” Tang Luo scoffed, his raspy voice filled with mockery, “To me, they seem exactly the same, nothing but charlatans deceiving the ignorant with far-fetched connections. If there really were gods, let them first help your Feitian Clan break free from the shackles binding the spirit to the flesh!”

“As a practitioner with great divine powers, you naturally wouldn’t think much of the trivial method of forging the body with Blood Fiend,” Jueta said unabashedly with a smile. “However, the Feitian Clan is, after all, an ancient lineage handed down from ancient times, and is also the guardian god clan conferred by the Buddha’s Country of Zhongzhou. Unless the gentleman wishes to revert to the Feitian Clan, there is absolutely no possibility of entering Vita Temple.”

“After saying so much, what exactly do you want to convey?”

“What Jueta wants to say is that if Vita Temple belongs to the Feitian Clan, then there’s no way for the gentleman to enter. But if Jueta became the pope of Vita Temple, then the gentleman’s dream could certainly come true.”