Chapter 445: Only I Master the Law Chapter 445 More Divine Art Knights (1)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Tibet.

Saga County in July was as freezing as Jiangning during the Spring Festival, only without dumplings.

A chill seeped up from the toes and heels, seeming intent on freezing a person's limbs off and turning them into a tree person. The steep, solitary mountain always liked to wear white hats to conceal its green essence.

The river's volume was not small; melted glacier water flowed with the terrain, slow or fast, occasionally swirling in a pool, visiting relatives and friends before leaving.

The bumping jeep was like a mad wild bull, its vertical movement longer than its horizontal movement, only making one's five viscera shift.

The lieutenant colonel in the passenger seat grabbed the seat back and turned back to shout rather embarrassedly: "Highway maintenance on the plateau is difficult; repaired every year and broken every year, it's become this ghostly state."

"It's fine, quite comfortable." Chen Yi's head was exposed to the cold wind, yet he felt very cool. He was always wrapped in shenjia, so being impervious to cold and heat was normal.

Chen Ye couldn't manage that, wrapped in a green military greatcoat and shivering, like a young maid who had just been slept with.

The jeep turned a big bend, lurched violently, and for a moment showed a posture of free flight; before "Boom—" landing, Chen Ye "wow"ed, finally spraying out the semi-solid of various yellowish colors, like a jet-powered jeep.

Chen Yi laughed heartily, helped pat his back, and incidentally handed him a bottle of Energy Recovery Potion, saying: "Rinse your mouth."

A Level 3 Energy Recovery Potion was quite rare even for Low-level Mages; using it to rinse one's mouth naturally had outstanding effects.

Chen Ye used half, drank the remaining half, felt his spirit improve somewhat, then tightly grabbed the car door and sighed: "This really will work me to death, more tiring than running errands for ministries."

Chen Yi smiled and gave him another bottle, saying: "Without your hardship running errands for ministries, there would be no current pain of riding in a car. Plant melons, get melons; plant beans, get beans."

"So I ran for half a month for nothing." Chen Ye squinted his eyes from exhaustion.

"This is my way of thanking you." Chen Yi laughed heartily and handed him another bottle of Energy Recovery Potion.

Sakya Monastery in Saga County holds a grand Vajra Festival every July, the most important festival of the Sakya Sect. Although the number of participants in nationwide or all-Tibet celebrations is greater, gathering two or three hundred thousand believers is no difficult task.

If Chen Ye hadn't obtained several documents from the State Administration for Religious Affairs and helped run connections in the Tibetan area, there would indeed be no trip to Saga County today. Even this jeep that knows the road was obtained through Chen Ye's father, namely Chen Yi's great-uncle Chen Guoliang's connections.

If Chen Yi had personally driven a Raptor over, how much suffering and hardship would there have been.

After another string of bends and crossing the mountain, the lieutenant colonel finally relaxed and smiled: "Almost there; we have now entered Saga County's territory, and the county town is very lively recently."

"The military-civilian co-construction big trucks have all gone out, right?"

"500 vehicles, all gone out a week ago, hauling people around in the districts and counties below every day; you really dare to borrow them." The lieutenant colonel paused, then said: "The higher-ups named and commended us, calling us a typical example of dual support, but the requirement was too religious, so no banner of merit was given."

Chen Ye panted and asked curiously: "What requirement is too religious?"

The lieutenant colonel glanced at Chen Yi and said: "Mr. Chen Yi set restrictions on those boarding the vehicle. Roughly, those willing to kneel and worship for a day at the Vajra Festival, or willing to burn incense, oil, fire, and candles, can ride for free; others can only ride when convenient."

"This requirement..." Chen Ye glanced at Chen Yi, truly not understanding why he did this.

Kneeling and burning fire and candles naturally served to make faith more devout.

Chen Yi smiled and waved his hand, sidestepping the question.

Not long after, the jeep stopped in front of Saga County's largest post office. The large bus behind carrying Knights turned sideways and stalled.

Thirty Combat Knights from the West Continent covered their noses and ran off the vehicle; the driver was even faster, his face green.

"How..." Chen Ye had asked half the question when he smelled a strong stench of vomit, then he too began to vomit.

The last Combat Knight walked off the vehicle unsteadily, his steps floating. He looked pitiful, as if he had been mounted by an elephant seven times in one night.

"A Temple Knight gets motion sickness!" Chen Yi simply couldn't believe it and stopped a Knight.

The Knight questioned was also extremely embarrassed and said in General Language: "Yin Senpi has some issues; he's like this no matter what he rides..."

"Even riding a Mount Beast?"

"Riding a Mount Beast slowly is fine, but riding a flying beast means vomiting as soon as it takes off."

"What about fighting?"

"Infantry combat."

Family misfortune; the Knight hung his head and left.

Chen Yi clicked his tongue twice, looking at Yin Senpi who seemed like a one-legged camel dancing, thinking: If this one really becomes a Divine Art Knight, who knows if choosing "Freedom of Action" would still leave him with freedom to vomit.

However, with such a great defect, still being selected among the 120 Knights shows this Knight has some outstanding aspect; perhaps he can truly stand out.

As a Divine Art Knight, Chen Yi clearly knew: Divine Art is not omnipotent; it mainly highlights a certain aspect of a person's ability, and any powerful specialty used well can produce transcendent effects.

Two minutes later, Yin Senpi's arched back calmed down, and Chen Ye, smelling the odor, continued to vomit with satisfaction.

"Rinse your mouth." Chen Yi handed another Energy Recovery Potion to Yin Senpi.

"Thank you, Master." The Knight forced out a sentence and emptied the bottle in one breath. Unlike Chen Ye, he knew this was a good thing; although he didn't recognize it well, he was reluctant to use it for rinsing.

By this time, the post office staff also ran out; the one at the front wore a suit and windbreaker rare locally, covering his nose with his sleeve while asking: "What happened?"

The lieutenant colonel officer stepped forward proactively and smiled: "Excuse us, a brother is unaccustomed to the local water and soil and vomited."

"Vomited." He craned his neck to look, and his own throat became uncomfortable: "Oh, forget it, there's water inside; sit back down, it's not easy to walk on the road. I'm the Bureau Chief of the local post office; just call me Old An."

"Thank you, sir; we'll rest outside for a bit; we're going to the temple."

"Fine, fine." The Bureau Chief didn't insist on inviting them in; after joking a couple of sentences, he went back.

Chen Ye panted, feeling the floating sensation under his feet disappear, and rubbed his hands together: "The Tibetan region indeed has good folkways; even the post office Bureau Chief is polite. In a bit, let's borrow some tools and clean the entrance for them."

The lieutenant colonel held a cigarette in his mouth and struck a light: "Cleaning should be done, but don't put too much stock in this folkways thing."

"How so?"

"They're looking at our military vehicle." Chen Yi interjected.

"That's the reason." The lieutenant colonel comfortably exhaled smoke rings and said: "Those who deal with religion don't believe in the Communist Party, don't believe in my Party, hehe... In short, not loving the Party is not loving the country."

What he said, Chen Ye and Chen Yi could not say.

Chen Ye feigned a silly laugh twice and said: "A post office Bureau Chief, who cares about loving the country or not; this place is too remote anyway."

"You don't want it, but someone else does." Chen Yi pulled him along, saying, "We're now at the main temple's Guangchang. Are you staying in the County, or coming with us?"

"You go. Keep the documents safe, and get me a cigarette." Chen Ye sat half on the Jeep and started chatting with the Lieutenant Colonel.

"Yin Senyong stays; the rest follow me." Chen Yi slung his Satchel over his Back, called out, and 30 Combat Knights lined up, advancing under everyone's gaze.

Those from the West Continent were all burly, thick-limbed primates, looking two sizes wider than the locals, naturally drawing eyeballs. The Knights responded with all sorts of strange smiles; they had come to gain Faith and Shenjia, and naturally felt grateful to the Yin Min who provided Faith.

At the agreed location outside the temple, a monk in red Clothing checked the Religious Affairs Bureau documents Chen Yi brought, confirming he was indeed on official business, before leading the Knights to the side door.

After kowtowing to Chen Yi repeatedly, all 30 hid in the Talin of the main temple Guangchang. They had already seen hundreds of thousands of believers outside the temple, as well as devout Tibetans who had come over One Year with three steps and one kowtow. Counting tourists and locals, at least 500,000 people had gathered in Sakya Temple.

This meant there would be more than five Faith releases.

If each person received one "Oath Keeping," then among the 30 Combat Knights, 5 Divine Art Knights would be born.

A ratio of one-sixth had never been heard of in any temple.

However, compared to the good luck of Yin Sen Guan, Yin Senjin, and others, the treatment of the third batch of Knights was much worse; they had no opportunity to brush Faith, and whether they could obtain the maximum amount of Faith depended on daily Accumulation, just like in the West Continent.

Chen Yi merely gave them a not-so-equal platform, allowing them to obtain better opportunities than Excellences to become Divine Art Knights.

The "humming" blessings began.

Because of the State Administration for Religious Affairs documents, Chen Yi was arranged as a VIP on the Main Viewing Platform. To his front, back, left, and right were officials from the local government and Central Tibet, as well as scholars and businessmen from Domestic and abroad. Almost everyone had one or two presentable "Introduction Letters." However, there were no spectators as young as Chen Yi; some curiously observed him out of boredom, but more were flipping through materials indifferently or talking to each other.

Chen Yi's time was precious, so he had already prepared materials on Tibet and read them while waiting for the Ceremony.

"Little Brother, are you from the Southeast? What business do you do?" The uncle sitting next to Chen Yi suddenly spoke.

Chen Yi closed the folder and smiled, saying, "How do you know I do business?"

"Being an official means following procedure step by step; at your age, you can't get on the platform."

"You're an official, right?"

"Oh? How do you know?"

"I know you." Chen Yi smiled carefree, saying, "You are the newly appointed Tibet Party High Official Shen Weirong. We met during the New Year."

Shen Weirong, who was determined to go incognito, was speechless.

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