I Want the Canoe Gang and Everyone in It to Bleed Rivers!

"Canoe Gang's Li Xian?"

The Buddha Son murmured to himself.

A moment later, he clasped his hands together and said to Zheng Ningji beside him.

"Amitabha, Lord Zheng, I shall take my leave now!"

"Master Guan Miao, where are you going?" Zheng Ningji asked, feigning ignorance.

"Today, I will slaughter indiscriminately. I will make the Canoe Gang's blood flow like a river!"

With that, his figure disappeared from the pavilion.

After the courtyard returned to its usual quiet, Zheng Ningji finally dropped his pretense. With a beaming smile, he poured himself a cup of tea and drank it in one gulp.

All that talking had made him thirsty.

"Someone!"

"Yes." The attendant standing by quickly ran out.

"Prepare a feast. I'm hosting a grand banquet today!"

Zheng Ningji said happily.

After today, the things those former provincial governors wanted to do but couldn't would be accomplished by him!

Such joyous news called for inviting guests from all directions and spreading the word.

Canoe Gang Headquarters.

Dragon Boat.

The Buddha Son, clad in snow-white monk robes, flew onto the boat.

He looked up at the head hanging from the mast, swaying in the wind, his eyes filled with a tumultuous killing intent.

Soon, the Canoe Gang disciples guarding the boat spotted him.

"Who are you?"

"How dare you trespass on the Canoe Gang, aren't you afraid of death?"

"Judging by his attire, he's a monk from White Dragon Temple. Seize him first."

"Go, take down this little bald donkey!"

The Buddha Son remained silent, his gaze cold as he watched the Canoe Gang disciples rush towards him.

He strode towards the mast.

His monk robes fluttered.

His figure, like an illusion, weaved through the crowd in a flash.

"Amitabha!"

Behind the calm Buddhist chant, heads fell, and streams of blood shot into the sky.

In just one encounter, the disciples of the Canoe Gang were all dead.

The Buddha Son looked up and murmured, "Uncle-master, Guan Miao has come to fetch you."

He floated up and flew to the top of the Dragon Boat's mast, lightly untying Yuan Zhen's head.

As his body landed back on the Dragon Boat's deck, a voice sounded beside him.

"Junior Brother Guan Miao."

The Buddha Son turned his head.

"It's Senior Brothers Guan Jing and Guan Yi."

"Amitabha, Junior Brother Guan Miao, I hope you've been well!"

The Buddha Son's expression turned cold as he said, "Why did you hang Uncle-master Yuan Zhen's head up there!"

Guan Yi explained, "We didn't do it."

Guan Jing said, "Then, Master Guan Miao, why did you kill the Abbot?"

The Buddha Son fell silent.

Facing the senior brothers he had spent so much time with, the Buddha Son couldn't remain indifferent.

He spoke, "My master and I have different visions for the Buddhist kingdom in our hearts. If master tried to stop me, then such a tragedy was bound to happen. I was already prepared for this!"

Guan Jing sneered, "Buddhist kingdom? What a noble excuse! Then, where is your Buddhist kingdom?"

The Buddha Son said, "Soon, it will be here!"

Guan Jing pointed at him and cursed loudly, "Guan Miao, you fool, do you know you've been tricked? You've been used as a pawn!"

The Buddha Son's expression remained calm as he said, "No great undertaking can be achieved overnight. There will always be sacrifices, there will always be bloodshed, and people will die!"

"Why didn't the person who died have to be you!" Guan Jing said emotionally.

The Buddha Son said, "I cannot die until I have achieved my goal!"

Guan Jing said angrily, "What promise did Governor Zheng make to you that makes you willing to die for him?"

"He promised me that within five years, White Dragon Temple's monasteries would spread throughout Qingzhou Prefecture!"

"You fool, he's lying to you. You believe such nonsense?"

"No one can lie to me, not even the Governor. If he doesn't fulfill his promise then, he will pay the price!"

"You have taken countless lives and harmed the harmony of nature. Aren't you afraid of ending up with a burial place nowhere to be found?"

The Buddha Son said, "In all of Qingzhou, no one is my opponent!"

To say such a thing was to be so confident.

Guan Jing said with a cold laugh, "Are you sure?"

"Oh, looking across Qingzhou, who else can stop me?"

Guan Jing said, "Soon, very soon, someone will emerge to stop you. His talent is no less than yours, and with just a little time, he will grow strong enough to defeat you!"

The Buddha Son's expression turned serious.

"Who?"

Guan Jing laughed and said, "What, are you scared?"

The Buddha Son remained noncommittal, "I will not allow any unstable factors to disrupt my plans!"

"I won't tell you. Guan Miao, what you desire is destined to be unattainable!"

The Buddha Son said with a cold expression, "As fellow disciples, I have treated you with courtesy. If you remain stubborn, do not blame your junior brother for being heartless!"

Guan Jing said, "As you say, we are also prepared to die!"

"If that is the case, then let junior brother personally send the two senior brothers to the Pure Land!"

"Junior brother, please!"

"Please!"

The wind blew again.

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It was just the wind of the canal, it couldn't reach Longquan City, nor could it blow back to that ancient temple filled with memories.

"Oh no, oh no..."

Liang Haisheng arrived outside Li Xian's stone chamber in a panic.

"Li Xian! Li Xian! Are you in there? Come out quickly, there's no time! That Buddha Son is about to arrive here!"

He shouted into the stone door while banging on it.

There was no response from inside.

He continued to bang and call out.

"Li Xian, come out!"

"Stop your seclusion for now!"

"There's no time!"

"We have to leave quickly!"

"Li Xian!!!"

Amidst his hoarse cries, there was finally a response from the stone chamber.

"Mmm..."

Immediately after, the stone door rumbled, and someone pushed it open from the inside.

A tall, slender figure appeared at the doorway.

After not seeing him for so long, his clothes were as clean as new, spotless. His eyes were clear, though a few stubbly whiskers had grown on his face.

"Li Xian, you're finally out!" Liang Haisheng was overjoyed.

Li Xian looked up at the clear blue sky and took a deep breath, feeling a sense of refreshment he had never experienced before.

"Brother Liang, what time is it? How long has it been since I went into seclusion?"

"More than half a month has passed!"

"Ah, so that much time has already gone by." Li Xian sighed.

Liang Haisheng said urgently, "Let's not talk about that now. Hurry, we need to leave here quickly!"

"Why?" Li Xian asked, confused.

"Ah! At a time like this, you're still concerned about that???" Liang Haisheng was so anxious he was about to jump.

"Let me guess."

Li Xian smiled and said, "Is it the Buddha Son from White Dragon Temple who has arrived?"

"Who else could it be!"

Liang Haisheng went straight up, grabbed Li Xian's hand, and pulled him outside.

"Let's not talk about this for now. Before he finds this place, you need to leave quickly!"

"We'll hold him off. You leave quickly, go as far as you can. When you become stronger, come back!"

He pulled hard, only to be stunned to find the person behind him hadn't moved at all.

"You..."

He turned his head and looked at Li Xian, who was smiling at him, his heart filled with shock.

He finally noticed that Li Xian was a little different now compared to before.

He had an indescribable aura about him.

"Could it be that you..."

Liang Haisheng's tone held a hint of pleasant surprise.

Li Xian nodded and reached out to pat his shoulder, "Even if the Buddha Son comes, there's no need to worry. You don't need to run!"

Liang Haisheng stared at him blankly, feeling as if everything was unreal, as if something was unstable.

"But... but..."

Li Xian said, "No buts. It doesn't matter. I will make a move!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Liang Haisheng felt an inexplicable sense of security well up in his heart.

He felt as if no matter what enemy they encountered, they wouldn't be a match for the man before him.

These words held an infinite kind of magic.

"Then... what do we... do next?" Liang Haisheng finally managed to compose his complicated emotions.

Li Xian smiled and said, "We wait here."

"Here?"

"Yes."

"But the Buddha Son of White Dragon Temple is at the Canoe Gang headquarters. He's killing our people."

Li Xian shook his head and said, "No, he's not there."

"How do you know?"

Li Xian's eyes looked into the distance, and he said leisurely, "Because I can sense he's already heading this way."

"Huh?"

Liang Haisheng looked confused, not understanding.

The next moment, a sound of air being torn came from overhead.

The Buddha Son had arrived!

Liang Haisheng suddenly realized and was about to shout a warning when he found that Li Xian had also disappeared.

A thunderous explosion echoed from above.

Immediately after, Li Xian's figure returned to his original spot.

Liang Haisheng blinked. At this moment, he seemed to have thought of something and immediately turned to look.

He saw a young monk dressed in a pure white robe, who had appeared nearby at some unknown time.

"Buddha Son!"

Liang Haisheng exclaimed.

Unfortunately, his startled reaction didn't attract the attention of the other two present.

Li Xian looked at the Buddha Son.

The Buddha Son also looked at Li Xian.

"You are Li Xian of the Canoe Gang?"

"You are the Buddha Son of White Dragon Temple?"

The two unparalleled young prodigies of Qingzhou, with their unique talents, finally met.