Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 463: Life and Death Return to Oneness, Entering the Hall

Countless tentacles surrounded and trapped the sword light that came and went like the wind, and Xu Shengtian stretched out his hand to grab it.

He restrained the still-twitching two-inch long flying sword and took it in his hand to examine it carefully.

"This 'Windless Sword' is indeed worthy of its reputation. It is said that Fengli got it from ancient ruins. It has developed a sword spirit that can hide in the air and attack on its own. You should be more careful next time and don't be so careless that you almost got hurt... Oh, that's not right."

Xu Shengtian habitually insulted his junior brother, and suddenly he yelled in surprise, "Tell me the truth, what's going on with this string of Buddhist beads?"

The female thief was captured so smoothly without any major fighting, and the prepared manpower was not enough to encircle the thief.

It was all thanks to my junior brother who threw out the inconspicuous Buddhist beads hanging around his neck. I had never seen him with such a thing before.

Based on his understanding of the little silver bug, this slut would definitely show off her good stuff to him.

Liu Xueli raised her hand to take back the Buddhist beads that had done great work, tapped them in the air a few times to restrain the unconscious female thief's cultivation. Just as a look of familiarity and satisfaction appeared on her face, a figure flew over from the south.

The light from the person who came faded away, revealing him to be a middle-aged monk with a round face, wearing a brown robe.

The monk glanced at the young woman floating in the air with disheveled clothes and blood oozing from her mouth and nose. He calmly glanced at the unfamiliar little monk and Xu Shengtian, as well as the three people who appeared from the air and underground. He stopped fifty miles away from the crowd, secretly frightened. The time from the sound of the fight to the end of the fight was very short. He put his hands together and asked, "Please tell me, what did this female donor do wrong?"

But his eyes were looking at the little monk who was wearing Buddhist beads and whose cultivation level could not be seen.

Qingshi City belongs to the territory of Zhengyin Temple, and it gathers so many seventh-level Shinto monks from other places. As the guardian of Zhengyin Temple, he was alarmed by the noise of the fight and naturally had to ask about it.

Liu Xueli clasped her hands together in return, saying, "Brother, please. This woman is called 'Pineapple'. She was originally the female shopkeeper of Lingbo Tower on Jiuzhu Island in Liuyun Domain. She was wanted by Liuyun Sect for committing a crime, so she fled to the Great Wilderness Mountain Domain and changed her name to 'Wuyi'. She is a vicious person. A few days ago, she teamed up with Qingtian Gongzi from Maixianzhou to murder Taoist Wu Shanbi from Qixing Mountain Market, causing a riot in the market, killing and injuring more than a hundred cultivators. We have tracked down the news of her hiding and have come here to capture her. May I know what your name is, brother?"

Everything he said was well-documented. In Zhoushanyu, Shintoism and Buddhism were respected, and he did not want to come into conflict with the forces here.

The middle-aged monk has roughly believed what the young monk opposite him said. The information he browsed recently mentioned a seventh-level divine drama master named Wuyi, who teamed up with Young Master Qingtian to rob the Seven Star Mountain Market in Maixianzhou. The information was specially noted at the end: "The power behind the Seven Star Mountain Market is Dengxianguan."

Deng Xianguan asked so many Shinto monks for help, which shows that he hates the seventh-level divine drama master to the core.

The middle-aged monk replied: "My name is Kefa, and I practice in Zhengyin Temple. May I ask your name, brother? Where is the temple?"

Although the other party did not inform Zhengyin Temple in advance, probably because they were worried about alerting the enemy, he was prepared to give them face and not pursue the matter. He was curious about the mysterious little monk and wanted to make friends with him.

Xu Shengtian glanced at the little silver bug pretending to be a monk, wanting to see how his junior brother would respond.
Liu Xueli clasped her hands together and said, "My name is Kong Kong..."

The middle-aged monk's face suddenly changed color, and he retreated a hundred miles away. He raised his hand to warn people, and shouted angrily: "How dare you pretend to be a senior monk of the 'Kong' generation?"

He had listened to the young monk's long speech before and felt it was a bit out of place. He thought it was just his personality and didn't take it too seriously. It turned out that he was a fake monk.

Liu Xueli looked innocent and explained sincerely, "How could the Dharma name given to me by my master be an impostor?"

If he had been more tempered than before, he would probably have engaged in a sarcastic exchange.

The master told him to keep a low profile, and as he was under the master's nose, he had to be worthy of the Buddhist beads around his neck, as monks do not tell lies.

Xu Shengtian almost couldn't hold back his laughter. "Little silver bug, little silver bug, why don't you just choose any other Buddhist name? You had to give it a high-sounding name. You tried to take advantage of the great monk in front of him, right? Now let's see how you end up."

He is a man who likes to watch a show without fear of high stage. As the young master of Qingyao Mountain, he will be able to finish the show in the end anyway.

The temples in Zhoushan area are divided into two sets of seniority systems, that of the mundane world and that of the world of cultivation. The life span of the mundane monks is relatively short, so they do not interfere with each other in taking Buddhist names. However, the inheritance of monks in the world of cultivation is orderly, and the incense is passed down from generation to generation, and no chaos is allowed.

After just a few words, a long howl was heard from thousands of miles away.

In the blink of an eye, several monks arrived. Among them was an old monk with white beard and beard. After asking about the situation through voice transmission, he nodded to the three Shinto monks as a greeting. The white-browed old monk knew two of them, so the atmosphere was not so tense.

"Please ask, brother, which eminent monk is your master? Can you please show me your certificate of ordination?"

The old monk with white eyebrows was being polite. He had been through too many storms and encountered all kinds of strange things. It would be bad if he offended the other party, in case he really was a great monk of the "Kong" generation.

Liu Xueli subconsciously reached out to his left sleeve and touched a plate with a cold metal texture. With an idea, he took out the purple-gold plate. The word "Dudie" was engraved on the front, and there were many complicated Buddhist patterns and characters, none of which he recognized.

He recognized the word "Kong Kong" on the back, but the other words were like those in a foreign language.

Judging from the state of the brand, it is obviously freshly produced.

The master was too careless in making it.

Apart from his master, there was no one else who could put the thing into his sleeve without anyone noticing.

The old monk with white eyebrows and monks like Kefa were all connoisseurs of valuables. The subtle Buddha nature contained in the sign was colorful and mysterious in their eyes. They knew that the goods were absolutely genuine. They did not dare to neglect it and saluted with their hands folded.

"Buddha has mercy on me. I, Yuanhui from Zhengyin Temple, did not mean to offend Master Kongkong. Please forgive me!"

They are not monks from the same temple, and although there is no strict seniority system, they must maintain sufficient respect and reverence when facing the mysterious monk of the "Kong" generation, who is three generations higher than the ninth-level monk Master Wurong of Zhengxiang Temple.

Liu Xueli clasped her hands together in greeting, "Don't blame those who don't know. Everyone, please stand up. Buddha, have mercy on you."

Xu Shengtian was very surprised. What a strange thing! When did his junior brother become a real monk? He actually had a genuine certificate of ordination, and his seniority was higher than that of the eighth-level monk Yuanhui. He suspected that this guy was a fake little silver bug.

"Master, please help us. They are taking advantage of their power to abduct female cultivators. Please seek justice from them."

The young woman floating in the air woke up from her coma. Her cultivation was restricted and she saw that there was no hope of escape. She saw a few monks in the distance and shouted for help as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw, trying to stir up the muddy water.

Xu Shengtian laughed and said, "Fengli, you have done so many evil things. Just give up on this idea. No one will save you."

With a wave of his hand, he tied a magical black rope around the woman, and with a few taps, he added an extra layer of restraint.

Then put the speechless female thief into the space treasure.

Yuanhui and his companions turned a blind eye and chatted with Master Kongkong, inviting him to visit Zhengyin Temple to burn incense if he had time.

Xu Shengtian left three senior brothers and sisters to clean up the Qingshi City. He and his bald junior brother returned to the Great Wilderness Mountain. They inquired from many sources and interrogated the little silver bug severely along the way. However, the little silver bug kept his mouth shut and refused to reveal too much about the inside story of being a monk. He insisted on waiting until everyone was together before telling him.

The fellow disciples scattered in other areas received the message from the flying sword and rushed back to Qixing Mountain.

When everyone gathered together and saw Liu Xueli transformed into a monk, they all laughed so hard that they fell over. They wondered what this cheerful little guy was up to.
Gu Yunzhu smiled and said, "Xue Li, now that everyone is here, can you tell me what's going on?"

Liu Xueli told the whole story of how he was captured by an old monk and taken to the Zen room to become his disciple, and how he would become a real monk in the temple within three years, etc. This attracted a crowd of grinning and insincere congratulations.

Liu Xueli sighed and threatened: "If I don't go to Baozhou Temple within three years, my master said that everyone in Dengxian Temple will be turned into bald monks..."

"You rebelled, kid. You don't have to wait three years. We will take you to Baozhou Temple and let your master take you in as a little silver insect."

"Yes, to prevent this fellow from causing harm to the world, send him to a temple to save us from worry."

"Hahaha, Xueli, just accept your fate."

The hall was filled with a happy atmosphere.

……

There is no time limit in cultivation, and fifty years have passed in a flash.

Xu Yuanchang, who was sitting cross-legged on the Wuxin Platform, was absorbed into the colorful mist of green, purple and gold. The changing visions above him had long disappeared, and there were only occasional gusts of strange wind.

The fire spirit that was originally practicing on the platform had to move to a corner twenty years ago because of the surging mist transformed by its master. Finally, it was pushed off the platform and landed on top of a giant monument at the edge of the blessed land to rest.

Suddenly, he realized that the spiritual energy in the blessed land was being drawn and all gathered towards the spinning platform.

The fire spirit flew up, it keenly sensed that its master was about to come out.

The spiritual energy is rich, and the qi is fluctuating.

Twelve days later, the colorful mist on the Wuxin Platform quickly disappeared, and the surging spiritual energy dissipated into the air.

Xu Yuanchang flew up gracefully, with a gleam of light hidden deep in his eyes, containing the mysteries of heaven and earth. He reached out and touched the fire spirit that jumped onto his shoulder and regained its round shape. The connection between him and this world became clearer and clearer.

When we look inward, we all see universal enlightenment, and we feel great joy from sudden enlightenment.

After entering the Tao, the body and life became one, and only then did I feel that the practice had truly reached the pinnacle.

What you think and see gives you a different feeling.

He flew to the front of the Heavenly Guarding Monument and explored for a while. He found that two of the five overlapping and suppressing forbidden mountains had been eroded by Gu Du using some unknown method, leaving some room for maneuver in the gap.

Gu Du suddenly realized something and looked up abruptly.

A smile appeared on Xu Yuanchang's lips, and he stretched out his hand to write two groups of "Calming the Soul" on the stele, easily and with some strength to spare.

Gu Du, who was cursing, wanted to cry but had no tears, and was suppressed into a thin layer of black gas. Although he was known to be immortal, he was very uncomfortable with the pressure, and his energy was constantly consumed. If it continued for a long time, he would definitely fall into a deep sleep.

Who knows what will happen?
Xu Yuanchang thought for a moment, and then he wrote a group of "Suppressing Gods". Between the five transparent forbidden mountains, there was an additional mountain with completely different runes, and a trace of colorful light penetrated into the black air.

When he was in high spirits, he wrote another group of "Zhenxian" and added another restriction, and the black air was divided into three parts.

Xu Yuanchang decided to go all out and completed all the "ghost-suppressing" and "people-suppressing" techniques, regardless of whether they were useful or not. A total of nine forbidden mountains were crowded together, which was pleasing to the eye. The black air was suppressed and separated into pieces.

He was in a good mood and was not in a hurry to try to kill Gu Du, as he estimated that he would not be able to kill him in a short time.

He pinched his fingers to change the Heavenly Stele into a size of three feet and put it into the space of the Fantasy Immortal Ring.

He has plenty of time to do it slowly. The next step is to upgrade the level of the Creation Altar. His master has hinted to him that within the seven realms of the upper realm, there are no resources sufficient to upgrade the Creation Altar, which means he must go to the Yuxu Realm and the Chenfu Realm.

Strolling through the Qiyuntai blessed land, you can smell the various floral and medicinal scents mixed in the air, and see the bright lights everywhere.

The blessed land was filled with all kinds of magical herbs and medicines, including the ginseng and polygonatum that he recognized. Some were as thick as his arms and as long as his fingers. Bees were flying around in the flowers, and the beehive under the tree was dragged to the ground, exuding the fragrance of honey, which made him swallow twice.

Except for the unintelligent bees, there are no other wild animals in the blessed land.

If Mr. Zeng entered the blessed land of Qiyuntai, his eyes would probably shine brightly and he would take root there and never leave.

Xu Yuanchang took out a magic medicine hoe, grunted, and picked out a bunch of ginseng, Polygonatum, and other plants that looked thick and old, and dug them out, along with their roots, stems, branches and leaves, and put them all into the space without having to put them in a box as there was really not enough space.

He made a hand gesture to activate the ring, and golden runes fell on his body.

There was a glimmer of light and then it disappeared without a trace.

His cultivation level has risen to the eighth level, and he has enough strength to control the movement of the transmission.

When he landed three hundred miles outside the gate of Dengxianguan Mountain, he was already able to control his landing point more and more skillfully. He appeared at the gate, raised his hand towards the disciple on duty who bowed and saluted, asked about the current time, and walked leisurely into the side door.

He spent seventy years in seclusion.

When he appeared again, he was at the entrance of Dudengshan Hall.

Zeng Wanglou looked up suddenly and saw the Sect Master coming in. He took a closer look and couldn't hide the smile in his eyes. He bowed and said, "Congratulations to the Sect Master for reaching the realm of the Eighth Floor Great Power. Haha, I finally don't have to guard the empty hall alone. Those guys hardly ever come home."

He wanted to find someone to help him take on the role of deputy clan leader, but everyone kept making excuses, saying things like "an old man in the family is like a treasure." He was so tired of hearing this, but they didn't know how to come up with a new idea.

Xu Yuanchang returned the greeting humbly, saying "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Zeng". Without waiting for Mr. Zeng to run out, he took out a pile of freshly dug medicinal herbs and piled them up like worthless cabbages without shaking off the mud.

"This is... a 5,000-year-old white jade ginseng and a 6,000-year-old Polygonatum. Which super sect's medicine garden did you rob from?"

Zeng Wanglou had long forgotten his determination to abandon the burden of the sect and wander around for decades.

"You prodigal son, I told you to learn some techniques for collecting herbs, but you chose to be lazy. Look at what you have done. The roots of the white jade ginseng are incomplete. You...wasted it."

Zeng Wanglou cleaned them carefully one by one and couldn't help scolding.

Next time you go robbing, take him with you.

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(End of this chapter)