Chapter 127 I Grow Old with the Holy Monk (10)
When the man saw Sang Tian, his eyes flashed with amazement and he didn't even notice the shouts of the woman next to him.
The old monk left with the help of other monks. Before leaving, he said to the man, "Donor, I didn't step on it. If I did, I would be lying and the Buddha would punish me."
The man suddenly came to his senses and looked at the old monk with increasingly fierce eyes.
"How dare you speak, you old bald ass!"
Sang Tian slapped the man in the face, "How dare you be so presumptuous under the emperor's feet! I didn't know that such a person dared to be so domineering in Longming Temple now!"
Since the man didn't take Guan Yi seriously, he would not take Sang Tian seriously either.
In his eyes, even the most noble woman in the world is just a plaything to him.
Seeing that the man was still the same as before, Sang Tian immediately understood that this man must be someone extraordinary.
Guan Yi, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up, "The Third Prince of Daqi, don't you know what the rules are in Yue Kingdom? Amitabha."
The man did not get angry because his identity was exposed. Instead, he looked at Guan Yi with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.
"Qi State is obviously more powerful than Yue State, but it can only be a vassal state of Yue State. I heard that it is because of some bullshit holy monk. Now it seems that it is just a means of scaring people. I will kill you, the evil monk, today!"
After he finished speaking, the man pulled out a long sword from his waist and stabbed towards Guan Yi.
Guan Yi had no martial arts skills so naturally he couldn't dodge. Everyone exclaimed and the abbot rushed over to try to stop him.
Guanyi stood there with a normal expression.
Sang Tian jumped up and did a roundhouse kick, knocking the sword out of the man's hand.
When the sword was kicked away, it still cut Sang Tian's arm. The blood instantly flowed out and dyed her white robe red, just like a plum blossom blooming in the snow.
The red is blinding.
Sang Tian stepped back and Guan Yi stepped forward and put his arm around her waist. He looked at the man calmly, but the words he said made everyone present break out in cold sweats.
"Daqi's national destiny has run out. The country will fall within ten days."
Guan Yi's words did not scare the man. He covered his wrist that was kicked by Sang Tian and said shamelessly: "Stop talking nonsense here! The bunch of idiots in Daqi believe me, but I don't."
As soon as the man finished speaking, the clear sky suddenly became covered with dark clouds, thunder and lightning appeared, and the wind was so strong that it was impossible to open your eyes.
The leaves also fell to the ground and covered the entire Longming Temple.
The abbot's face changed and he knelt on the ground with his hands clasped together, saying, "Please calm down, Buddha!"
The monks behind Guan Yi also knelt down, nodded, and chanted Sanskrit continuously.
Sang Tian's vision blurred and her head felt dizzy. The blood from the wound on her arm almost dyed her clothes red.
She lost too much blood and eventually fainted in Guanyi's arms.
Feeling the weight in his arms, Guan Yi looked down at Sang Tian, who had fainted and whose face was pale, and felt annoyed.
The secret guards sent by the emperor to protect Sang Tian in secret rushed over and kicked the third prince of Daqi to the ground in a few seconds.
The third prince fell to the ground with a mouthful of mud but he couldn't calm down. The secret guard stepped forward and kicked him in the mouth, knocking him unconscious.
The woman behind the third prince was so frightened that she knelt down and begged for mercy. Both of them were eventually tied up by the secret guards and taken back to the palace.
After the third prince was taken away, the dark clouds slowly dissipated.
The abbot stood up and looked at Sang Tian in Guan Yi's arms and couldn't help but said, "Holy monk, I will ask someone else to take the fifth princess to heal her."
Guan Yi lowered his eyes and looked at Sang Tian’s pale face.