Dragon-Marked War God

Jiang Chen naturally did not care about what the young man in black had said. At this moment, he had no other thoughts in his heart. Rescuing the monk was what he wanted to do most. It was the only thing on his mind.

Zhongsheng Temple was located on the edge of the Western-pole Divine Land, but no one dared to look down on this great power that ranked among the Ten Great Temples. In the Western-pole Divine Land, the Buddhist Realm was the mainstream, and there were thousands upon thousands of temples. But among the ten powers recognized as the strongest, Zhongsheng Temple held a seat. One could imagine how formidable it was.

Just as Lan Luo had said, it was basically impossible for Zhongsheng Temple to stand out in the Western-pole Divine Land on its own strength alone. Yet Zhongsheng Temple was a strong contender in this fight for the Reincarnated Living Buddha and the God Suppressing Monument. The Eight Great Clans were powerful secret families in the Divine World, unknown to most people. That Zhongsheng Temple could invite people from four of the great clans to come help showed that its influence was not to be underestimated.

Its mountain gate stretched a hundred thousand miles. There were towers nine thousand zhang tall, eight hundred precious pagodas, ancient bells standing everywhere and green trees reaching into the sky. Buddhist chants drifted through the air, bells rang out, incense smoke rose, and all living beings knelt in worship. The might of a great temple was on full display.

It was one of the pillars of the Western-pole Divine Land, and it lived up to its reputation!

Within the mountain gate, formations offered protection, glittering with golden light and shining brilliantly. Even Jiang Chen sighed inwardly. The temple’s protective formation was so powerful that even he could not break it. How strong must the person who laid it have been! This place was full of peace and harmony, a pure land governed by non-action.

The name of Zhongsheng Temple was majestic. Its golden characters shone with boundless power. It was awe-inspiring.

“We’re finally here.”

Lan Zi said with a smile and let out a long breath. After a long and arduous journey across tens of millions of miles, they had finally arrived at the holy place they had longed for, Zhongsheng Temple.

The strength of the Eight Great Clans should have been above Zhongsheng Temple’s. But because of their small numbers and the passing of the ages, the strength of the Mu Clan among the Eight Great Clans had declined considerably from its glorious past. It could no longer compete with the Xuanyuan Clan or the God Luo Clan, and was probably about on par with the Battle God Clan. Even so, a starved camel was still bigger than a horse. The Mu Clan was still not to be looked down on. Otherwise, how could it have been invited by Zhongsheng Temple?

In front of Zhongsheng Temple, eight hundred divine monks stood on both sides. The arrival of the Mu Clan naturally came with great ceremony. More than ten holy monks came out of Zhongsheng Temple to welcome them, all with strength above the Hierarch Realm. The leader wore a golden kasaya and held a monk’s staff. He looked old and frail, yet his eyes shone with piercing light. Only three words came to Jiang Chen’s mind: cannot be beaten! This person’s strength had definitely reached the level of a Divine Emperor. The domineering aura he gave off invisibly was extremely fierce. He did not look like a man of the Buddhist faith at all.

“Amitabha. The Mu Clan has come from afar, and we failed to welcome you properly. I am Jie Yan, Head of the Discipline Hall of Zhongsheng Temple. Please forgive my rudeness.”

Jie Yan raised one palm in a Buddhist salute and spoke with a stern expression, his face cold. It was not that he did not welcome them. As Head of the Discipline Hall, he had to enforce the rules strictly in order to command respect.

The Head of the Discipline Hall alone had the strength of a Divine Emperor, so the abbot might be even more frightening. The truly great powers of the Western-pole Divine Land were really not to be underestimated.

“Master Jie Yan, you’re too polite. On behalf of the elders of the Mu Clan, I pay my respects to you, Master. If we can lend Zhongsheng Temple a hand on this trip, it will be the Mu Clan’s good fortune.”

Lan Luo said with a smile, nodding slightly. The young man in black stayed behind Lan Luo. He did not like to show himself in public, and Lan Luo was naturally more at ease with such matters than he was. Even so, the young man in black still caught Jie Yan’s attention, because of everyone present, his strength was the greatest.

“You must be exhausted after your long journey. Please rest in the temple first, and then we’ll make plans. If our hospitality falls short in any way, I hope the Mu Clan will be understanding. Amitabha.”

Jie Yan said again, giving the young man in black a meaningful look. The Mu Clan’s true expert had to be him.

“Master, there’s no need for such courtesy. Please!”

Lan Luo said.

Jiang Chen followed Lan Luo and the others into Zhongsheng Temple.

Jie Yan arranged guest rooms for the people of the Mu Clan. After resting for three days, they received an invitation from the abbot to enter the Mahavira Hall.

The Mahavira Hall was magnificent. Incense rose, the Buddha’s Dharma was boundless and the atmosphere was stirring.

An old monk in a black and white kasaya sat at the top of the Mahavira Hall chanting scriptures. Behind him stood Jie Yan and the other experts of Zhongsheng Temple. Even Jie Yan could only stand behind him, so one could imagine that the old monk in the black and white kasaya had to be the abbot.

Jiang Chen looked at the old monk in the black and white kasaya. He was like a deep sea, unfathomable, impossible to see through. Jiang Chen now understood Zhongsheng Temple much better. Although the Profound Connection Divine Palace was very powerful, compared to Zhongsheng Temple, it would collapse at the first blow. If he were to cause a ruckus in Zhongsheng Temple, most likely no one could save him. This was a super power that could truly be called a pillar of an entire divine land.

“The Battle God Clan!”

Lan Yingjie looked at the entrance of the Mahavira Hall. A group of four came in unhurriedly, with a majestic aura and their heads held high.

The gazes of the Battle God Clan fell on the people of the Mu Clan. Even the experts of the Battle God Clan were no exception. All of their eyes landed on Lan Luo. Everyone loves beauty, after all.

It had to be said that Lan Luo’s peerless beauty was not in the least inferior to Yan Qingcheng’s or Wu Ningzhu’s. Her bewitching charm made people’s hearts flutter and long for her even more.

“We meet again, Miss Lan Luo.”

The young man in white leading the Battle God Clan walked slowly toward Lan Luo. He had met Lan Luo once before. As the strongest genius of the Battle God Clan, he believed he was capable of making Lan Luo his woman.

Lan Luo nodded slightly but did not reply. She very much disliked this guy with a sinister, effeminate face. She could not figure out what he was thinking, and even standing next to someone like him was an extremely frightening experience. Lan Luo naturally would not like a person like this.

“Ever since I saw Miss Lan Luo last time, I, Dou Bai, haven’t been able to eat or sleep. Heh, I’ve been hoping that one day I could see you again, Miss. I never thought it would come true so soon.”

Dou Bai said with a faint smile. He narrowed his eyes, and the way he looked at Lan Luo was full of admiration. But more than that, it was covetousness. He coveted Lan Luo’s beauty and wanted her for himself. That strong desire to conquer made this woman the only one in his eyes.

But unfortunately, the King of Xiang had his heart set while the goddess had no such dream. The falling flower had feelings, but the flowing water was heartless. Lan Luo’s cold expression made Dou Bai very unhappy. But the more she acted like this, the more he wanted to have her. Only that would satisfy his desire to conquer. Besides, it would also let him join hands with the Mu Clan, and by then his status in the Battle God Clan would surely rise along with it.