Chapter 62: Breaking Down the Door – May I Ask If the Divination is True?

"The Third Prince of Siam?"

Zhou Bailu was slightly stunned upon hearing this.

Although the Kingdom of Siam was currently a constitutional monarchy, it was common knowledge that the Siamese King held immense power. The Third Prince of Siam could certainly be considered a major figure, so it was only natural for them to be kept waiting.

Therefore, she could only suppress the displeasure in her heart and obediently continue to wait.

On the other side, inside the grand hall, which was resplendent with gold and jade, a bronze-gold Buddha statue sixteen feet tall sat cross-legged in the center, its eyes lowered.

Upon closer inspection, the facial features of the Buddha statue bore a striking resemblance to the Grand Supreme Baolian Master.

Setting oneself up as a Buddha, receiving incense and worship in the mortal realm.

At this moment, three monks and a man dressed in casual civilian attire were seated inside the main hall. Towering dharma-protecting monks served tea respectfully, and standing behind the man in casual clothes were three security personnel in tailored suits.

These men stood with rigid postures, and though wearing dark glasses, they still emanated intensely sharp gazes, clearly possessing formidable strength.

The three monks went by the Dharma names Diting, Diwen, and Diling respectively. They were all personal disciples of the Grand Supreme Baolian Master. Usually, when the Master did not make an appearance, it was they who handled the mundane affairs related to Baolian Temple.

As for the man in casual attire, he was Mahira, the Third Prince of Siam.

"Three Masters, is the Master truly not in the temple? Or is he simply unwilling to see me?"

Mahira inquired.

"The Master has gone out on a cloud-wandering journey and has not yet returned. The Prince need not harbor suspicions; whatever matters you have, you may discuss them with us."

Among the three monks, a middle-aged man with a benevolent expression spoke.

Monk Diting held the highest prestige and the strongest Daoist magic in Great Baolian Temple second only to the Grand Supreme Baolian Master himself. The power of his esoteric hand seals could bewitch human hearts.

Now that the Grand Supreme Baolian Master was absent from the temple, all matters were decided by him.

"Not long ago, the events in northern Myanmar—you Masters must have all heard about them, right? The newly emerged master of 'fleshly body sanctification' from Donghua slipped into northern Myanmar single-handedly and slaughtered an entire building belonging to the Nanyang branch of the Vanguard Group."

Mahira said with a solemn expression.

Myanmar and Siam bordered one another, and northern Myanmar was separated from northern Siam by mere waters. What happened there naturally reached the ears of Siam very quickly.

This incident had attached a high degree of importance from the Siamese royal family.

Since that master of fleshly body sanctification could slaughter a branch of the Vanguard Group and successfully escape unscathed, who could guarantee that the other party did not have the ability to infiltrate Siam and threaten the safety of their royalty and high-ranking officials?

To a certain extent, they regarded this incident as Donghua flexing its martial might and displaying a threat.

Because of this, he had come here today, precisely to probe the Grand Supreme Baolian Master's attitude toward the matter.

"We are already aware of this affair. That person has accumulated heavy karmic debt through slaughter, treating human lives as mere grass. He is truly a demon descended into the world, and no doubt karmic retribution will soon be upon him."

Diting chanted a Buddhist mantra, wearing a compassionate expression as he spoke with utter conviction.

He was well aware that this time, their master had not gone on a leisurely wandering journey, but rather to subjugate the demon. Even the eighteen maras and various dharma implements had been brought along for a surprise ambush midway; the demon would find it impossible to fly away.

At this very moment, that person had likely been transformed into part of the Master's cultivation.

However, this matter belonged to the realm of secrets, known only to a very few people. Naturally, it was impossible for him to divulge much to Mahira.

"We have received intelligence that that person has some grievances with the Duoli Group, which is under your temple's banner. That person is one to exact vengeance for the slightest grievance. Now that he has left the country, will this matter breed disaster?"

Mahira probed once more.

"The Prince may rest assured. Within Siam, there is my Master; in the capital, there is also the Great Bodhidharma-protecting Lord presiding over the city. The guards around our King are heavily fortified; how could it compare to northern Myanmar? If this fiend dares to enter Siam to cause trouble, my Master will surely sense it. Subduing a demonic obstacle is no more difficult than turning one's hand; how could he possibly contend with my Master's divine powers and magic?"

Diting consoled him with an unchanged expression.

Mahira was about to say something further when he suddenly heard a commotion coming from the outside, causing him to furrow his brows in doubt.

At the same time, inside the teahouse outside the hall, the crowd of pilgrims waiting to draw divination lots heard it even more clearly.

Shouts, clamor, and the dense, chaotic sound of footsteps.

What on earth was going on?!

This was the tranquil sanctuary of Great Baolian Temple. Even when they came here, they had to converse in low voices so as not to disturb the peace and displease the high masters of this place. Who dared to cause a ruckus here now?

The people in the teahouse exchanged glances, stood up one after another, and walked to the doors of the teahouse to look outside.

Zhou Bailu and Boss Zheng did the same.

Looking outward from the teahouse doors, they saw towering, robust dharma-protecting monks holding weapons rushing toward the courtyard gates in the back.

In addition, there were six men dressed in casual civilian attire.

These six men were either lean and gaunt, or fierce and ferocious-looking, or possessed eyes as sharp as blades. All of them exuded an ominous aura, and as they passed the teahouse doorway, that ferocious air made everyone feel somewhat terrified.

They had seen these men before, rumored to have originally been notorious desperados in Nanyang with countless bloodstains on their hands, who were later reformed by the high masters of Baolian Temple and remained in the temple as protectors, each possessing the divine valor to match a hundred foes.

And the target of these people was a young man strolling leisurely toward them.

They clearly saw that the young man seemed to be shrouded in a layer of invisible force field. Over a dozen monks swarming toward him, wielding staves and sharp weapons, struck blows against this person. Not only did he suffer no harm whatsoever, but the monks' weapons flew out of their hands, and each of them wore a look of agony.

With a hundred blades descending upon him, he still walked as if strolling through a leisurely courtyard.

And with a gentle wave of the young man's palm, a sound like a small explosion echoed through the air. The swarm of attacking monks was sent flying horizontally through the air in all directions, their bodies twisted, bones snapped, their fates unknown.

And this was merely the beginning.

"In a tranquil sanctuary, how dare you act so presumptuously?!"

The six murderous desperados lunged toward the young man.

Yet.

Bang!!

Under a single palm strike from the young man, the head of one desperado burst apart directly, blood mixed with brain matter spraying out in a fan shape.

Then he took a step forward, his palm waving once more, and the entire chest of another desperado seemed to explode, a mist of blood erupting outward.

A kill with every step; after six steps, only six mutilated corpses were left upon the ground.

This so-called tranquil sanctuary was already stained crimson with blood.

That young man, like an indestructible true god, remained completely unscathed.

This shocking spectacle caused the pilgrims to snap back to their senses, their scalps tingling slightly.

What on earth was this person?!

Zhou Bailu widened her eyes in disbelief. Famous actress in Donghua though she was, when had she ever witnessed such a bloody scene?

Human life in the hands of that towering man was simply lower than an ant.

Looking at the mutilated corpses on the ground, she felt a churning sensation in her stomach, nearly vomiting on the spot.

However, she quickly clamped her hand tightly over her mouth, terrified of making the slightest sound.

Because that man was now walking in the direction of the grand hall.

The unmasked, surging malevolent aura seemed capable of freezing space itself. The people inside the teahouse felt overwhelming terror, yet they were utterly unable to even twitch a muscle.

Fortunately, that man did not even spare them a glance as he swept past the teahouse doorway and headed toward the direction of the main hall.

Zhou Bailu felt that the moment his figure swept past the teahouse entrance, the entire sky seemed to darken.

On the other side.

Inside the grand hall.

The three masters and the Siamese Prince had heard the commotion outside and the approaching footsteps. They had all risen to their feet, their expressions shifting uncertainly.

"I hear that your Baolian Temple is quite adept at drawing lots and deciphering fates. Why don't you draw a lot for yourselves right now, and calculate whether you can survive today? Let me see if it's truly as miraculous as claimed."

A calm voice echoed from across the wooden doors of the main hall.

The voice was not loud, but it seemed to penetrate the walls and portals, reverberating thunderously throughout the entire hall, causing ringing in the ears and trembling eyeballs.