PDLP Chapter 1255 I'll smash you to pieces with one punch
Chapter 1255 I'll smash you to pieces with one punch
Sen no Rikyu dominated the Japanese tea ceremony for decades and was revered as a god by countless daimyo and samurai.
I have never suffered such blatant humiliation and provocation!
Should we make him never touch tea again?
This was even more painful and humiliating for him than killing him outright!
"This is unreasonable! This is simply unreasonable!"
An unprecedented, overwhelming rage instantly ignited from the depths of his heart!
At that moment, his cloudy old eyes flashed with a terrifyingly cold light!
"This is outrageous! This is absolutely outrageous!"
"Who does he think he is? A barbarian prince who appeared out of nowhere, daring to be so insolent in front of me, Sen no Rikyu?!"
"Does he really think that just because he has powerful ships and cannons and has captured a few cities, he can do whatever he wants on this land?!"
"He's humiliating himself!"
"Teacher, then...then we..." Yamagami Souji was quite frightened by his teacher's furious appearance.
This was the first time he had ever seen his teacher, who was known for his "quiet and inactive" attitude, get so angry.
"Go! Give me an answer!" Sen no Rikyu suddenly flicked his sleeve, his voice filled with unquestionable determination and arrogance!
"Tell that arrogant and ignorant barbarian prince!"
"Three days from now, I will be waiting for the arrival of that 'enlightened monk' at the temple!"
"I'd like to see!"
"His so-called Celestial Chinese Tea Ceremony."
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Three days later, at Dai'an.
Outside this small thatched hut, which symbolizes the highest level of Japanese tea ceremony, there was already a huge crowd and tight security.
Almost all the prominent daimyo and samurai in Kyoto rushed over upon hearing the news.
They all wanted to witness this epic showdown, a battle that could be called the "battle of the century"!
One is Sen no Rikyu, the god of Japanese tea ceremony, revered as the "Tea Saint".
On the other side is a mysterious, enlightened monk from the distant Celestial Empire, who is said to hold the "Number One Bowl Under Heaven".
The outcome of this duel is not only related to the reputations of the two individuals.
It is also related to the first and most important direct confrontation between the entire Japanese nation and the powerful conqueror who has just arrived, on the cultural and spiritual level!
Everyone was filled with tension and anticipation.
They hoped that their revered "Tea Saint" could thwart the arrogance of the outsider and defend the supreme dignity of their Japanese tea ceremony.
Yet, I felt a vague sense of fear.
They were afraid that the mysterious prince of the Celestial Empire, who always managed to create all sorts of unbelievable miracles, would bring them what kind of subversive "surprise" this time.
Just as everyone held their breath and eagerly awaited the moment.
An ordinary-looking blue cloth sedan chair, surrounded by dozens of mysterious guards dressed in black with a menacing aura, slowly arrived at the gate of the nunnery.
The sedan curtain was lifted.
A one-armed old monk, dressed in a tattered robe, bald, and carrying a dirty gourd of wine, swayed as he stepped out of the sedan chair.
It is indeed the Buddha of Chess and Cards.
When all the Japanese daimyo present saw that this "high monk from the Celestial Empire," who was supposed to challenge their "Tea Saint," was actually such a disheveled, crazy, and gluttonous monk, they were shocked.
Everyone's jaws nearly dropped to the floor in shock!
They all looked at the chess and card Buddha with eyes that seemed to regard him as an idiot.
His eyes were filled with undisguised contempt and mockery.
"This...this is...that eminent monk from the Celestial Empire?"
"Are you kidding me? This is clearly some old beggar who crawled out of some remote corner and is just trying to freeload."
"Yes, look at his appearance! He doesn't look like a monk at all! He's a disgrace to Buddhism!"
"Hmph, I think that prince from the Celestial Dynasty deliberately sent such a worthless person to humiliate our Tea Sage!"
"That's right! We absolutely cannot let him succeed! We..."
However, while they were still indignant and whispering among themselves...
The disheveled monk, who in their eyes resembled an "old beggar," suddenly did something astonishing that surprised everyone.
He staggered to the entrance of the temple, a narrow opening called "Linkou," which was only about half a person's height.
Then he didn't even bother to glance at the entrance to the sacred site of tea ceremony, which symbolized "humility" and "equality".
He simply raised his only remaining arm.
Then, facing the exquisite shoji door made of the finest bamboo.
One punch!
It was blasted out with tremendous force!
"boom--"
A loud bang!
That shoji door, which is considered more sacred than one's own life by all those who practice the tea ceremony.
He used the most brutal and savage method to blast it into countless fragments!
The entire area outside the temple fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone seemed frozen in place, staring blankly at the disheveled monk who had smashed the teahouse door with a single punch, their minds completely blank.
crazy!
That monk must be insane!
How dare he?
How dare he use such a brutal and barbaric method to desecrate this sacred and inviolable tea ceremony site, which they consider a temple!
This is a naked provocation!
This is the most vicious insult to their entire Japanese tea ceremony!
"Baka! You damned bald monk!"
"Kill him! Kill him! Avenge the Tea Saint!"
After a brief, deathly silence, a series of deafening roars filled with boundless rage and murderous intent erupted from the crowd!
Countless samurai instinctively drew their katana, eager to rush forward and tear this reckless mad monk to pieces on the spot!
However, they hadn't even taken two steps.
Dozens of mysterious guards dressed in black appeared silently before them, like ghosts.
The weapons in their hands were cold and deadly.
That chilling killing intent, filled with the aura of death, pressed down on everyone's hearts like an invisible mountain!
So that they wouldn't even have the slightest thought of resistance!
And it was at this tense moment, when swords were about to be drawn and war was imminent.
An aged yet dignified voice suddenly emanated from the tea room, which was now in complete disarray.
"Everyone stop it."
It is Sen no Rikyu.
He slowly walked out from the broken doorway.
His old face, which was always full of "wabi-sabi" beauty, was now covered with an unyielding frost.
His cloudy old eyes were fixed on the disheveled monk who was looking at him with a cynical expression.
His eyes were filled with a chilling, overwhelming rage!
"Are you the eminent monk from the Celestial Empire?"
His voice was hoarse, like two rusty pieces of iron rubbing against each other.
"I dare not accept the title of 'high monk'." The Chess and Card Buddha curled his lip, took another big gulp of wine, and then said in a lazy tone full of disdain and contempt, "I am just an old man who likes to drink and play chess."