"Who dares to break into the Mahavira Palace without permission?"
Eighteen Arhats flew out of the Main Hall, pointing their long sticks at Mu Qianyu.
The strength of the eighteen Arhats is extraordinary, and when combined they are even more powerful. Even the Holy Lords would probably not be able to fight against these people so easily.
Mu Qianyu turned away from his previous low profile and flew high into the sky, with nine golden dragons lingering around him, and he was filled with the aura of an emperor soaring straight into the sky.
"Mu Qianyu, Emperor of the Great Shang Dynasty, has come to see the ancestral Buddha and I have given you a generous gift." She spoke with great dragon power.
The power of the soaring dragon shocked all directions, making people inside and outside the city feel a dull feeling in their hearts, a feeling of being suppressed.
"The ancestor Buddha is in seclusion and does not see visitors. Please leave the emperor as soon as possible." Arhat Subduing the Dragon spoke first.
People from the Buddhist sect would not take the initiative, let alone the Shang Emperor, so they could not act rashly.
"I have sent you the elixir, why can't I see it?" Mu Qianyu opened his palm, and an open porcelain bottle appeared in his palm, with the life essence flowing out of it.
"This is the Yang-Returning Pill that I refined with the water of life. I believe it will be helpful to the ancestors," she continued.
The eighteen Arhats looked moved and seemed to be weighing the situation.
Just as Mu Qianyu was planning to take advantage of the victory, a golden light came from far to near. Buddha Mara appeared opposite Mu Qianyu, saluted with one hand and said:
"Amitabha, thank you very much for your thoughtfulness. However, it is true that the ancestor Buddha does not see visitors. How about I ask a poor monk to deliver this elixir on my behalf?"
"Venerable Mara, I have been obsessed with Buddhism for a long time. It would be a huge regret if I could not pay homage to the ancestral Buddha. I would like to ask you to explain it to me." Mu Qianyu rarely gave in.
The Reverend Mara, the treasure minister, hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded: "The poor monk will go and report it now, please wait for the emperor."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Mu Qianyu responded.
Venerable Moro's golden light disappeared and returned after a while, with a regretful expression on his face: "The ancestor Buddha did not agree after hearing this, so the emperor should please come back."
"Okay, I'll go back." Mu Qianyu nodded without moving his eyes, turned around and left.
"Emperor, please wait."
Mu Qianyu turned around and asked, "What do you have to say, Venerable Moro?"
"That elixir may be helpful to the ancestor Buddha. Do you think it would be convenient for you to keep it and hand it over to the ancestor Buddha through a poor monk?" Moro considered it and said.
"Look at my brain, I actually forgot." Mu Qianyu patted his forehead and handed it over with his own hands with a smile.
After Moro took the medicine, she said a few polite words, then withdrew and landed next to Liu Xiner.
The little monk was standing here, dumbfounded and did not leave.
"Thank you very much, little master. It's time for us to go back. Small gifts are not a sign of respect." Mu Qianyu took a bottle of elixir and handed it over.
The young monk's legs were so frightened that he trembled: "Emperor, you almost killed the young monk."
"Don't worry, young master, I always have this sense of propriety." Mu Qianyu placed the elixir in his palm, smiled friendly at him, and then walked towards his meditation room.
The young monk had probably never seen someone change his face so quickly. He was still a little dazed, wondering whether the sweet girl in front of him and the empress who had just shocked the Western Region with her domineering power were really the same person.
On that day, people in the entire Western Region saw Mu Qianyu's public request to see the Patriarch Buddha but was rejected. They couldn't help but wonder in their hearts how far the Patriarch Buddha had come to where he couldn't even have an ordinary meeting.
Mu Qianyu acted as usual after showing off his domineering attitude, walking back lazily, but as soon as he closed the door, his expression became solemn.
Bei Chenye was sitting at his desk at the moment. When he saw her coming back, he asked: "Did Madam find any clues?"