It was still the southern wilderness of Dayin, deep in the Million Gods and Demons Mountain.

In a secret place isolated from the world, there stands a strange peak that is ivory white in color and shaped like a vajra, nearly ten thousand feet high.

At the top of the sharp peak is a small Buddhist pavilion, less than three meters in diameter. Inside is a golden statue of Vajrapani Bodhisattva, which is as transparent as colored glaze. There are dark golden light and shadows inside, outlining the veins, acupoints, and even bones.

There are more than a dozen cushions placed in front of the Bodhisattva statue, which is about ten feet tall.

A dozen or so old monks, who were burly, skinny, and almost lifeless, were sitting cross-legged on cushions, trembling. There was a basket in front of each of them, and they were busy talking and doing something.

From time to time, little monks came in and brought in baskets of spices that had been mixed in proportion.

The old monks grabbed handfuls of incense and rubbed them into very fine powder. There was a faint golden light in their palms, and accompanied by a low roar, thin and hard incense sticks were rubbed out by their bare hands.

Each of the incense sticks, which were three feet and six inches long and as thin as green beans and glowed with a faint golden glow, were put one by one by the old monks into the basket of face paint. When the basket was full, they would give it to the young monk who came in to take away.

The little monks were obviously struggling when carrying these baskets.

After passing through the hands of these old monks, these spices were compressed to an extremely high density. A small incense stick weighed more than ten pounds, and a basket of incense sticks contained hundreds of them, weighing around four or five thousand pounds.

The fact that the little monks were able to carry these baskets and climb up the thousand-foot-high peaks showed that they had at least tens of thousands of pounds of strength, comparable to the secular Tuomai realm - but looking at the young and immature appearance of these little monks, some of them were obviously only five or six years old.

This is the main gate of Daikongji Temple.

In front of the statue of Mahavairocana Bodhisattva, several incense sticks were about to burn out. An old monk who was closest to the statue stood up, tremblingly picked up a few new incense sticks, and blew them out in one breath. The incense sticks lit up, and he bowed to the statue of Bodhisattva and put the incense sticks back into the incense burner filled with incense ash.

"Over in Anping Prefecture, a few little guys started fighting." After lighting the incense again, the old monk sat down and began to rub the incense sticks one by one.

"I heard that it was because the outer sect leader was too greedy." Another old monk, who could barely open his eyes, said faintly, "Your appetite determines your rice bowl. If you want to swallow a furnace of Red Lotus Deliverance Pills in one gulp, you have to have the ability. It's okay. The Great Vajra Temple has always respected the strong. If you can swallow it, you can swallow it."

Another old monk said quietly, "But if you don't have the appetite, why do you think about it? This is not good, not good!"

The old monk who was burning incense lowered his head and rolled out a new stick of incense bit by bit: "The kid who blocked his way, although he hasn't officially entered the mountain gate, if we really count from Shi E, he is the thirteenth generation gray grandson of my branch. I'm not protecting him, but judging from the news sent back by the disciples outside, he is more capable than Xiong Taidou."

An old monk murmured, "It's just a few Red Lotus Deliverance Pills. Give it to him. That kid Lu Yi can take four, and the rest can be given to Master Xiong. Hurry and resolve the matter. We don't have much time."

A dozen old monks raised their heads, looked at each other's dry, lifeless faces covered with age spots, and nodded at the same time.

The old monk who was burning incense smiled and murmured, "When I received the letter from the disciples outside, I felt something in my heart."

All the old monks looked at him at the same time.

The old monk who is closest to the statue of Vajra Power Bodhisattva and is responsible for changing the incense for the statue is none other than Shenzui, the abbot of this generation of Vajra Temple (played by a drunk god as a guest star). He is also the oldest, longest-lived, and most powerful monk in the Vajra Temple.

Regardless of Buddhism, Taoism, or the devil, they all say that the Vajra Temple is just a group of reckless monks who only know how to chop and kill.

Only the group of old monks in the Great Vajra Temple knew that Shenzui was able to draw inferences from other instances, and apart from the fundamental laws of the Great Vajra Temple, he also practiced other Buddhist secrets of the three sects, three temples and three Zen forests. In this era when the spiritual power of heaven and earth was collapsing, they had all cultivated several extraordinary supernatural powers.

'Feeling something in his heart' proves that he has foreseen something interesting and important.

"That Master Xiong is unremarkable. In this life, he is destined to work outside the sect." Shenzui rolled out another incense stick bit by bit and gently put it into the Brahma.

"But this Lu Yu has some luck. Although my cultivation is shallow and I can't see clearly what his future will be like. But there is no doubt that his future achievements will be thousands of times greater than that of Xiong Taidou."

"Send someone to the armory... I remember... an ancestor killed a black bear demon that was causing trouble in the world and seized a set of good quality weapons. Send someone to deliver it to him."

An old monk sitting next to Shenzui smiled and said, "Brother, are you talking about that set of armor, spear, and bow? In our arsenal, that is already a very good item."

Shenzui sighed and shook his head.

"That's now. In the past, it was just a low-end thing. How could something refined by a poor, pitiful black bear be good?"

"However, our ancestors died along with all the precious tools passed down from generation to generation. As for the few good things left, the world has changed drastically. Over the years, some have decayed and some have collapsed."

"On the contrary, it's this set of stuff from the Black Bear Demon." Shenzui's dry face twitched, revealing an extremely helpless expression: "On the contrary, it's this set of stuff. There's no profound technique in it. It's just an object made of a bunch of pretty good materials."

"The simpler it is, the longer it will last. This set of items in the mountain gate's arsenal is considered to be very good."

Shenzui shook his head, waved his hands, and coughed lightly. At the entrance of the Buddhist pavilion, a burly monk, over ten feet tall, with a face full of flesh, broom-shaped eyebrows and big round eyes responded, jumped forward, and jumped down from the top of the thousand-foot peak.
Shenzui blinked his eyes and said weakly, "Since you've given me armor and other things, why don't you pick out a good alien mount and give it to me as well."

Sitting at the entrance of the Buddhist Pavilion, an old monk looked up and said with a smile: "Brother, if this Lu Yu is really lucky, why not accept him into the inner sect in advance. In this era of great contention, we have to compete for luck and talent. If he is scooped up by other sects, it will not be good."

Shenzui narrowed his eyes and nodded slowly: "In that case, send a message to Shi E and ask him to accept Lu Yi as his disciple. The character "Shi" is followed by the character "Fa". Well, give him a good Dharma name."

Anping Pass.

Western Wall.

Lu Yi sat on a parapet of the city wall, hugging a caracal and stroking it hard, while smiling at the rioters outside the city who were unable to move forward or backward.

Poor Xiong Taidou, his original food and supplies were burned to ashes, and the subsequent food and supplies could not be transported. In the past two days, he mobilized a lot of people to go hunting in the mountains and forests, and pick mushrooms and wild vegetables.

After two days of hard work, they finally managed to gather a batch of food to feed tens of thousands of rioters, and then launched another attack.

This time, Lu Yi directly created a ten-mile thick fog outside the west wall, which was level with the city wall and completely blocked the west wall. In the thick fog, it was pitch dark, and tens of thousands of rioters who were attacking the city were still several miles away from the city wall, but they were completely confused. I don't know how many people sprained their feet and bumped their heads.

In the thick fog, there were shouts and curses from rioters everywhere.

From time to time, unfamiliar groups of rioters would collide with each other. In shock, both sides would draw their swords at each other and a fight would break out with the sound of clanging.

No matter how much Xiong Taidou roared and cursed outside the fog, the rioters in the fog could not hear what he was shouting.

It was because Lu Yi was soft-hearted and felt sorry for these rioters. Otherwise, when these rioters were unable to move in the fog, a volley of arrows would have killed or injured at least half of them.

"Want to take all the credit and benefits?"

"Do you think you are worthy enough, Xiong Taidou?" Lu Yi sneered and whispered to Lu Jun beside him, "Do you have a way to file a complaint with the higher-ups? Just say that Xiong Taidou colluded with the evil spirits of the Blood Soul Temple and ambushed and killed our disciples."

Lu Yi suddenly remembered the good things that Xiong Taidou had done.

This is not an injustice to Xiong Taidou. Leshan is a disciple of the Blood Soul Temple, right?

It is true that Xiong Taidou asked Leshan to challenge Lu Fu to a duel at Baimafang, intending to put Lu Fu to death, right?

Lu Yi was very curious. If he reported this matter to the higher-ups of the Vajra Temple, he wondered how those senior monks would deal with Xiong Taidou.

Just when Lu Yi had controlled Anping Pass and Xiong Taidou was unable to move forward or backward and was furious, the court dispute in Haojing City that had lasted for several days finally came to an end.

First of all, the ministers from the cultural and educational families were stunned by the bad news sent back from Anping Pass - Wang Pu was assassinated by a master of the rioters in the central army, and it was actually Lu Yi who took over the military power and was commanding the army to fight against the rioters.

How can we tolerate such a thing?

What if Lu Yi invaded Anping Prefecture and found out about the mess going on inside... the consequences would be too serious to even think about!

The emperor reprimanded Wang Pu for his failure to quell the rebellion and threatened to impose additional punishment.

Zhu Chong and other cultural and educational officials used the ghost stories in Haojing as a threat to force Yinyuan to give in. While arguing with the emperor, they formed a second riot suppression army with the fastest efficiency and prepared to march to Anping Pass.

There were also hundreds of officials and their families who had suffered heavy losses, crying and wailing.

After several days of arguing, they finally managed to come to a result that all parties could accept.

In the Fuyao Palace, only the Empress Dowager, Yin Yuan, General Le Wu and a few others remained, while the other court officials had already left.

"These gentlemen. Ha, ha, ha, ha." Yin Yuan crossed his legs, twitched the corners of his mouth, and sneered wantonly.

"I thought Wang Pu was such a capable and good general that he volunteered to lead the army to Anping Prefecture to quell the rebellion." Yin Yuan sneered, "I didn't expect that he was killed at Anping Pass before entering Anping Prefecture. Tsk tsk, fortunately Lord Tianyang turned the tide, otherwise, once those rioters rushed out of Anping Prefecture!"

Le Wu sneered at the side: "If the rioters rush out of Anping Prefecture, even if Wang Pu and his men have ten heads, they won't be enough to chop off."

With a few cold laughs, Yin Yuan stood up and said loudly: "Reward Duke Tianyang for his great merit and transfer him back to Haojing for service. Tsk, since the Prime Minister and his men insist that their people should quell the rebellion, let them do it."

"But what Tian En said makes sense. Those gentlemen of culture and education are good at talking, but they are not good at fighting... No way!"

"General, issue an order to transfer all 800,000 Canglang Cavalry from Beijie City to Gaojing for standby."