Jiang Ping'an led a heavy army in besieging Pudu Mountain, displaying immense patience.
Like an old farmer, he uprooted Pudu Mountain's outer strongholds one by one, leaving no blind spots.
The monks and fanatical followers of Pudu Mountain were either killed or forced to retreat continuously toward Pudu Mountain's main peak.
Pudu Mountain stretched for three hundred li. With an overwhelming advantage in troops, Jiang Ping'an spent two months fighting his way to the foot of Pudu Mountain's main peak.
"Greetings, Dao Lord." Introduced by Old Black, Jiang Ping'an met the Jingdao Palace Dao Lord.
He was a middle-aged man with the bearing of an immortal and Dao Bone, dressed in a flowing azure daoist robe. His features were lean, with three long strands of beard, ink-black hair gathered into a purple jade daoist topknot.
The Jingdao Palace Dao Lord looked Jiang Ping'an over and praised him with a smile. "State Duke Jiang is indeed extraordinary. Your vital blood surpasses that of a Pure-Blooded True Dragon. Our Human Race has gained another peerless talent. A cause for celebration."
"You flatter me, Dao Lord. Jiang does not deserve such praise," Jiang Ping'an said modestly.
Old Black said to the Jingdao Palace Dao Lord, "Little Cow Nose, once those little Bald Donkeys come out, you'll take the lead. This old dog is old and frail now, not what I used to be."
"I fear there is more than Fang Sheng on Pudu Mountain." The Jingdao Palace Dao Lord turned his gaze toward the towering Pudu Mountain, concern showing on his face.
He and Old Black shared a common enemy; this was far more than simply lending a hand.
If Pudu Mountain wanted to establish a Buddha Country, it meant completely driving out the Daoist sects. Jingdao Palace could not tolerate that.
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