All the officials and guards were shocked. Jiang Chong, a weak scholar with no power, did not know where he could find this much courage. He stepped up and asked, "Head monk, have you gone mad?"

Liao Chi unmasked his usual sorrowful expression and laughed, "Amitabha, this monk is not mad. Master Jiang, back then, Emperor Wu was a man eager for wars, sharpening his black iron sword using the neighboring countries, you were probably not born yet."

Jiang Chong: "What..."

After that, a 'combat monk' took a step forward and said a sentence that Jiang Chong could not understand. Then, several Heavy Armors emerged from all directions and stood behind the group of monks.

"Dong Ying people!" Exclaimed the nearby ministers.

Liao Chi laughed and said, "That year, Emperor Wu implemented Rong Jin Law, sixteen people of my family died by the hands of the black crows, only I was left, depending on your country. By the light of amnesty given to the world when the old marquis Gu and the First Princess were married, only then did I regain my freedom. I have since severed ties with the common world, befriended Buddha's teaching, diligently trained for forty-six years, this day has finally arrived."

Li Feng's throat was being strangled, his voice breaking up: "You... you are the descendant of those damn thieves smuggling Ziliujin deserving a thousand deaths that year!”

"Thieves." He repeated without amusement, "Isn't it? It's all because of Ziliujin — the Emperor's mouth is hard, your heart is also hard, I don't know if your bones are the same. Please move on to the Red Kite and follow this monk for a trip.”

Li Feng: "I..."

"The Emperor believes in Buddha’s way," Liao Chi said: "It's no different than believing in this monk."

After that, he pushed Li Feng directly onto a Red Kite and ordered people to hang the Dragon flag on the royal carriage on the Kite's tail.

"Cut off the rope and let the Red Kite take off," he said foolishly. "When the news comes out, the Emperor said he was going to flee the city by Kite!"

Jiang Chong: "Courageous thief!"

Liao Chi laughed aloud, "Anyone who wants to be a sacrificed pawn can come up!"

Just then, a roar suddenly came from a short distance away.

Liao Chi was stunned, then turned around; he didn't know since when Liao Ran had been standing on the ruins of the Zhai Xing Platform.

The mute monk's throat was no good ever since he was small. Even with all his effort, he could only let out an ‘Ah’. Many people who had seen the master have never heard him make a noise. He seemed to always resemble a fresh breeze, face filled with compassion.