Yu Daohen nodded, "That's right. These people have been in the martial world for many years. They know exactly when to do what."
Wang Ming and the others fell silent.
Yu Daohen's eyes suddenly sharpened, and his voice turned cold, "In the face of great disaster, anyone who dares to cause trouble will be killed without mercy. I am prepared for this!"
Wang Fubao, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, "Is it really okay to let them use forbidden arts?"
Liang Jing had the same question.
Wang Ming and Nanjing Shuo looked at Yu Daohen.
They also wanted to know Yu Daohen's true thoughts.
Yu Daohen took a deep drag of his cigarette, then slowly exhaled and said, "I know what you're worried about, but you don't need to worry too much. As long as the threat of the Divine Religion is completely removed, everything else can be dealt with slowly. It took the Three Great Sects and the Spiritual Affairs Bureau hundreds of years to completely prohibit the use of forbidden arts by various sects. If it takes us another hundred years, or even two hundred, so be it!"
Indeed, as long as this world still exists, everything can be overturned and started anew.
The Three Great Sects had stood at the forefront for thousands of years, from ancient times to the present.
The reasons for this were self-evident.
"Alright, let's start making preparations too." Yu Daohen said and prepared to leave.
The few nodded and went down to prepare.
Yu Daohen looked at Wang Ming's face and suddenly said, "Evil Monk, I see a dark aura around your temples. You should go see a fortune teller, or at least find Old Shi."
Yu Daohen had noticed Wang Ming's dark temples a long time ago.
However, with Wang Ming's current strength, he shouldn't have failed to notice it.
The only explanation was that he didn't care and could handle it himself.
But now, the dark aura was becoming more and more intense, and Yu Daohen couldn't help but remind him.
Wang Ming showed his signature evil smile and said, "Thank you for the reminder, Master Yu. But the old monk I knew back then said that I was born with an evil nature, and if it weren't for the Buddha's light purifying me, I would have died long ago. I know my fate. If this great battle is my tribulation, the position of Sect Master will naturally be passed on to my capable fellow disciples. There's no need to worry about that; the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple will not fall."
"I understand," Yu Daohen nodded.
He couldn't help but admire Wang Ming's open-minded personality.
Although Wang Ming was evil, he could be called an enlightened monk.
After leaving the conference hall, Yu Daohen began his preparations.
First, he dispatched all the disciples of the Blazing Fire Sect, dividing them into three routes. Zhou Fu led twenty elite disciples to the entrance of the second layer of hell to stand guard.
The main task of the Blazing Fire Sect was to maintain order, not to directly confront the evil spirits, so their casualties would definitely be the smallest.
In fact, Yu Daohen's main concern this time was the sects guarding the eleventh layer.
Ordinary people might not see it, but he saw it very clearly.
The guarding positions of the various sects this time were likely to be entirely the responsibility of Nanjing Shuo.
Nanjing Shuo was extremely cunning. He deliberately arranged all the sects that might cause trouble in the most dangerous eleventh layer.
While this approach carried the greatest risk, it was also the most secure.
Firstly, most of these sects were first-rate sects with considerable strength, making them suitable for guarding the most dangerous areas.
Secondly, this battle would inevitably cause heavy losses to some smaller sects, and even lead to their annihilation.
Even first-rate powers would be severely weakened. This would also prevent these first-rate powers from annihilating weaker sects after the battle.
It could be said that Nanjing Shuo's strategy was extremely ruthless.
Even if someone saw through it, there was nothing they could do.
They either chose to obey or choose death.
Seeing that all arrangements were in place, Yu Daohen called Su Lai and Da Hu to inquire about their situations.
As expected, both of them were assigned by their sects to lead disciples on guarding missions.
Yu Daohen was worried. He thought about Da Hu being sent out by his family to carry out a mission.
Because the Coffin Bearers were a relatively weak small sect, it was natural for Da Hu, as an elder, to be sent out.
However, Su Lai's situation was somewhat unexpected.
As far as he knew,
The Corpse Fishermen were not weak, at least they were in the upper-middle tier of second-rate powers, with countless experts.
Although Su Lai was a skilled hand among the Corpse Fishermen, there were likely those stronger than him.
Why would the Corpse Fishermen send him on a mission?
Su Lai had lost an arm, and his strength was definitely not what it used to be. The Corpse Fishermen shouldn't have sent him to lead disciples on guard duty.
This doubt needed to be clarified by asking him personally.
In an unknown small tavern, Yu Daohen sat at a table in a private room, a cigarette in his mouth, seemingly waiting for someone.
After a while, the door to the private room was pushed open, and a one-armed man walked in, followed by a man with a strong physique.
Su Lai looked at Yu Daohen and said with some annoyance, "Master Yu, what are you up to, calling me and Da Hu here?"
Yu Daohen chuckled, "It's almost time for the big battle, so I'm treating you brothers to a drink."
Da Hu pulled out a chair and sat down, jokingly saying, "Master Yu, we can't drink farewell drinks. This is a bug."
Yu Daohen looked at Da Hu's demeanor and teased, "When did you, Da Hu, start believing in such things?"
Da Hu waved his hand, picked up the glass of white wine that had already been filled on the table, and drank it in one gulp, cursing, "I don't believe in any of that nonsense."
Su Lai also pulled out a chair and sat down, looking at Yu Daohen and asking, "Master Yu, is there something you need? Why did you call us here?"
Yu Daohen shook his head and smiled, "Nothing, I just felt like drinking and wanted to find you brothers for a drink."
Da Hu and Su Lai were a bit helpless, but they were indeed craving alcohol.
The two of them were not people who would mess around. With the battle approaching, at most, they would have a drink to bolster their courage.
The dishes were served, and the three began to drink and eat.
After a few sips of wine, Yu Daohen couldn't help but ask, "Were you two brothers both sent out to lead disciples to guard the entrances?"
Da Hu nodded helplessly, took a small sip of wine from his glass, and sighed, "Alas, there's nothing we can do. The Coffin Bearers are a small sect. Otherwise, I wouldn't want to be involved."
Yu Daohen nodded and remained silent, also taking a small sip of wine from his glass.
He understood Da Hu's difficulties, and all his unspoken words were conveyed through the wine.
Now, they didn't even know where these three hell entrances were located.
They could only wait for the Divine Religion to open the seals of the hell entrances, and then they would immediately mobilize their forces to guard them.
If they knew the location of each hell entrance, they wouldn't be so passive; they could simply send heavy troops to guard them.
In fact, Da Hu already understood the purpose of Master Yu calling him and Su Lai for drinks this time.
The two exchanged glances, then looked at Su Lai, who was quietly drinking and eating.