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Chapter 404: Wolf King Inheritance, the Name of the Godly General List (asking for monthly votes)

Western Regions——

Three hundred miles outside Anxi City, Nangong Wumeng led the newly formed ranger scouts on a roaming trip. She was in a very happy mood, although, of course, it was not the reason why Li Guanyi woke up.

But, I'm very happy after all.

Even the parades outside every once in a while were refreshing. She was the saint of a major sect in the martial arts world, with fifth-level martial arts skills and a magical weapon, the Yin-Yang Wheel Ruler. Ordinary sixth-level martial artists were no match for her.

Although she knew that with her state of mind and martial will, she would most likely stop at the peak of the Sixth Layer like the old patriarch of the Gongsun family and find it difficult to make any progress, she was already very satisfied.

Li Guanyi pacified most of the Western Regions. The entire Western Region had a very high degree of recognition for Tian Khan. His tour went smoothly. When he was about to return, the people on the front line suddenly sent a message saying that a person had been found.

Nangong Wumeng was stunned, so he rode away on his horse, only to find that it was a familiar person.

That person had already discovered Nangong Wumeng in advance, and in joy, he shouted loudly: "Amitabha, good, good!"

"It's Donor Nangong Wumeng. I am Thirteen, and I am glad to see you again today."

“It’s a good thing!”

Nangong Wumeng hurried over and soared into the air, only to see that it was the academy's disciple who had once used his miraculous telepathy to help the people of Anxi Protectorate. Nangong Wumeng was delighted to see his old friend and asked, "Master, why are you back?!"

When they got closer, they found that the monk's robe was stained with blood. He was discovered by the scout cavalry in front and was on alert. At this moment, the scout cavalry had all retreated from the front-line battlefield and had experienced several battles. They were all considered elite.

The sense of blood and evil spirits is very clear.

Only then did they surround the monk.

Nangong Wumeng said: "You are...!"

Monk Thirteen looked at his clothes and said, "Amitabha, although I have some injuries, I am fine. My skin is tough and my body is strong. I have practiced to the top of the thirteenth level."

"The injury was that of a senior."

Nangong Wumeng said: "The monk is here to ask for help?!"

She whistled and said, "Free up a horse, and go back and tell Anxi City about this. Master, I will go with you."

The stick monk Thirteen was overjoyed and said, "Haha, wonderful, wonderful."

"I don't need to ride a horse. I can run on my own two legs. I won't be slower than you riding horses. Come on, follow me!" He turned around, holding a heavy stick as thick as his wrist in one hand, and ran away with a sound like thunder.

Nangong Wumeng and a few others followed him.

Nangong Wumeng asked about what happened along the way, and the monk answered truthfully, saying: "Since I said goodbye to Senior Brother Li Guanyi and everyone else, I have been traveling around, but later, the war became more and more chaotic."

"I was captured by the rebel generals in the Western Regions. They seemed to dislike my bald head and said they wanted to boil me, but I ran away. Later, I went to the Tangut State and met a prince of the Tangut State who was imprisoned."

"He relied on his martial arts and brute force to help the minister of the Tangut prince and rescued him. He then got some gold and silver for travel expenses, distributed them among the people, bought some dry food and steamed buns, and continued his journey eastward."

"We also escorted some people back to Ying State."

"I went to the heart of Ying State. I thought it would be difficult to reach the Central Plains."

"I was planning to visit some fellow disciples and go to the temple to get some vegetarian food, but I ran into a fierce fight."

There was a complicated look on the face of the Stick Monk Thirteen. He shook his robe. The grey robe was stained with blood, but the color was not bright red, but a light golden color.

He witnessed with his own eyes the killing of the Wolf King, and saw the Living Buddha of the Western Regions attacking the royal city of a country alone. In the end, the whole city was filled with arrows, thousands of arrows were fired at the same time like a rainstorm, covering the sky and the sun. The skinny old monk clasped his hands together, revealing the physique of a Glazed Vajra.

Alone, he passed through the vast army.

The old monk took Jiang Su's full-strength attack.

Then he tried his best to snatch Chen Fubi's body, but he couldn't get his head. The stick monk Thirteen followed the breath and killed more than a dozen Ying country soldiers alone, and then found the old monk in the mountains.

The sound of horse hooves subsided, and the stick monk Thirteen stopped. Nangong Wumeng and others saw a shocking scene before them: an old monk put his hands together, and a clear light like glass shone from his body. This was the highest realm of Buddhism.

However, this glass body is covered with cracks.

Strands of golden blood were flowing in the cracks, dripping from time to time.

Next to the old monk, there was a huge coffin, tightly closed, with chains binding it tightly. The old monk had the calmness of flawless glass, but also the dilapidated appearance covered with scars, a combination of life and death.

There is great majesty in great destruction.

Monk Thirteen held his stick and said softly, "…It was Changfeng Tower that escorted us all the way out. Changfeng Tower also suffered huge losses. I am incompetent. After Miss Xue found out about this, she used all her strength."

"And at the border, the Night Cavalry of Chen State is personally covering our retreat."

"Only then can we get out of those layers of blockade."

From these few sentences, Nangong Wumeng has heard the ups and downs of this journey. He can tell that the experience along the way must have been extremely thrilling. This is the case with all stories in the world.

The old monk opened his eyes and said gently:

"I still have one thing that I haven't completed yet."

"Please, sir, take me to see Li Guanyi and Chen Wenmian."

Nangong Wumeng said softly: "...Master, please."

The old monk, whose body was covered with lapis lazuli light, stood up. He gently stretched out his hand, stroked the huge coffin, and whispered, "I'm back..." He carried the coffin on his back, and his steps suddenly became light again.

Monk Thirteen walked briskly, holding a long stick in one hand, beside the old monk, keeping silent. In Anxi City, Li Guanyi and Chen Wenmian got the news from the ranger, who stammered, "I, I don't know."

"We all heard it from Changfeng Tower. If you think it's fake..."

"Go find Changfeng Tower!"

Changfeng Tower...

Li Guanyi suddenly realized that Changfeng Tower was using the mouths of the crowd to pass on some information that was originally blocked. Chen Wenmian staggered to his feet and said, "That monk, did it succeed?!"

The Ranger almost cried: "I, I don't know."

"How can we possibly go there and see clearly?"

"Uncle, uncle, I'll kowtow to you twice."

"Or will you let me go?"

Chen Wenmian staggered to his feet, his face pale, and he reluctantly bowed and said, "I'm sorry, I was upset and it's my fault for offending you, brother."

"This money is my compensation to you."

He reached out his hand and rummaged in his arms, grabbed the purse and put it on the table, then turned and left. However, as he turned around, he knocked over the table behind him, and the things on the table fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

A peerless warrior who was about to reach the Grandmaster level at the age of twenty, at this moment, seemed to be unable to even walk steadily.

Li Guanyi: "Thank you..."

He turned around to chase Chen Wenmian, leaving the Central Plains rangers behind him looking at each other in confusion. Li Guan saw that the image of Qiongqi on Chen Wenmian gradually became clearer and more ferocious. The extreme and crazy blood hidden in Chen Guo's blood was being stimulated.

Chen Wenmian's eyes were tinged with blood, and his hair, which rose and fell as he ran, was streaked with white. Li Guanyi thought to himself that this was not good. Chen Wenmian valued friendship and loyalty, but he was also the easiest to be hurt by friendship.

Li Guanyi thought of Chen Wenmian’s experience.

The mother was defiled to give birth to him, and then committed suicide.

Chen Dingye saw himself as a chess piece. His grandfather, Tan Tai Xianming, personally orchestrated the tragedy of his mother, and then Tan Tai Xianming committed suicide for the sake of his own strategy.

In the end, he only had the Wolf King to accompany him for three years.

It was like the last rope pulling him, and at this moment, the rope was broken and stepped on in the most cruel way. Li Guanyi groaned, feeling his body weak, and without caring about anything else, he directly entered the state of pseudo martial arts legend.

He instantly gained full control of his body. Even though he was seriously injured, he caught up with Chen Wenmian, who was running madly with the Dharma image revealed on his body, and raised his hand to press on his shoulder.

The white tiger roars.

The Qiongqi Dharma Image was forcibly pressed down.

Li Guan grabbed Chen Wenmian, who was running wildly with energy, and said, "Calm down!"

Chen Wenmian panted heavily, and the pain and sadness in his eyes were finally suppressed. He was silent for a long time and said, "Brother..."

Li Guanyi said: "Since it is the message conveyed by Changfeng Tower, wait a moment." Chen Wenmian barely suppressed his emotions, and under the stimulation of extremely intense emotions, the Qiongqi Dharma image that was almost completely transformed into substance dissipated.

"……Yes."

Li Guanyi patted him on the shoulder and advised him to calm down. When he returned to Anxi Protectorate, he heard the neighing of war horses outside, and then Nangong Wumeng's voice: "Someone, Lei Laomeng, Shi Dalin, come out quickly!"

Li Guanyi sensed a familiar aura outside and rushed out with Chen Wenmian. They saw the monk who was escorted back by the ranger scouts. Chen Wenmian saw the dazzlingly huge black coffin and the old man with a glass body full of cracks.

Chen Wenmian shook himself, but calmed down at this moment. He slowly raised his hand, bowed to the old monk, then lifted his clothes, kowtowed directly, and said softly: "...Junior Chen Wenmian, thank you, senior."

The old monk remained silent and said softly, "I failed to fully complete his entrustment."

"Jiang Su and his companions, in order to wash away the king's impact on the dignity of the entire country, humiliated his corpse... Perhaps, in order to make up for the loss, they must retaliate a thousandfold against the person who caused the damage."

Li Guanyi dismissed everyone around him, leaving only Chen Wenmian and the old monk. He was about to leave, but was stopped by the old monk. The old monk said, "I will bring back all his remains as the king has entrusted me."

"Leave it to you two."

He turned sideways, stretched out a palm, and gently pushed open the coffin.

A bloody and murderous aura filled the air. The headless corpse of the Wolf King was inside the coffin. Because the old monk had finally stood the coffin up, when the coffin was opened, the Shenwu King seemed to still be standing on the ground.

The sword that accompanied him was placed inside the coffin.

Even though they were prepared, Li Guanyi and Chen Wenmian were both in a trance. Li Guanyi could still vaguely hear the unbridled and heroic laughter, the words "nephew", and the figure galloping on the battlefield.

Li Guanyi felt upset and looked at Chen Wenmian.

Chen Wenmian stood quietly, just sad, but the image of Qiongqi beside him became clearer and clearer. The old monk said softly: "Your Majesty, he fought with Jiang Su and was finally killed by Jiang Su. Let the old monk take his body back."

"You two should remember the fatal wound on his body. One day, he will be better than Jiang Su."

"As for Jiang Su..."

"The blade of your majesty's sword is poisoned with the captured [Fei Du], and with the martial arts legend of the military god Jiang Su, the Fei Du is just like a sting from an ordinary poison, and does no harm to him."

"But in the end, the king chopped off Jiang Su's left eye with a single blow."

"The poison had no effect on his bones, but it completely destroyed Jiang Su's left eye... The king was very proud of his plan. Perhaps he had been waiting for this blow for a long time."

The old monk slowly turned around, stretched out his hand, and took the weapon from the wolf king's corpse. The weapon left Chen Fubi's hand with a murderous sound. The old monk's voice was calm: "I wanted to protect his body, but Jiang Su's martial arts skills were too high."

"I was on the battlefield and couldn't grab it in the first place."

"This old monk is incompetent, and can only obtain this item."

He turned around and held up the weapon with both hands. It was a long-handled weapon with a rough dark green handle. The long-handled blade was sharpened on both sides, and the edge was glaring blood-red. A calm power emanated from it.

Divine weapon, upgraded!

After its master accomplished the supreme feat, this weapon that had accompanied the Wolf King in his conquest of the world naturally passed through the barrier and achieved true divine power, revealing a domineering and awe-inspiring aura that was upright and dignified.

"Perhaps, only you, Wen Mian, can grasp this."

Chen Wenmian slowly stretched out his hand and took the sword.

His palms trembled slightly.

The long-handled divine weapon let out a long groan, without any resistance. Li Guanyi looked at the solemn dead wolf king, and his murderous intent towards Jiang Su increased. He stretched out his hand and gently closed the wolf king's coffin. He did not disturb Chen Wenmian, but just said:

"Senior, I will heal you."

He stretched out his palm and pressed it on the old monk's shoulder. The martial arts of the "Huangji Jingshi Shu" flowed in an instant, but in an instant, he felt a kind of shock. His face moved and he looked at the old man in front of him. Li Guanyi suddenly understood why the Living Buddha maintained the Vajra Glass Body posture all the way and came here.

The old man's internal organs were all shattered.

If he did not use the Vajra Glass Body to protect himself, he would probably die on the road. And even now, if he released the Glass Body that restrained the injuries to his internal organs, he would die immediately.

At this moment, the old monk just smiled and said, "Amitabha, the promise made by the old friend has finally been fulfilled. The old monk is leaving now."

He stretched out his hand and pressed it on Li Guanyi's arm, letting his hand slide away from his shoulder. The Living Buddha of the Western Regions looked at him and said softly, "Young donor, you really untied the thousand knots that you had in the Taoist temple in Jiangzhou City back then."

The light of the Glazed Vajra body disappeared from the old monk's body, and he became peaceful again. He looked like a humble, docile, easy to bully, and somewhat dark and thin old monk.

He laughed loudly twice, turned around and walked out unsteadily. After walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something, turned sideways, and asked, "By the way."

"Can I have a bottle of wine?"

Li Guanyi went to get the wine and threw it to the old monk. The old monk caught it and walked out slowly. The sun was warm and the world was vast. He squinted his eyes and suddenly felt relaxed. He saw the stick monk Thirteen waiting beside him.

The old monk said goodbye to the others and left alone, with only Monk Thirteen with a Stick following him.

The old monk asked, "What are you going to do by following me?"

Monk Thirteen said in a daze, "When I came down the mountain, I discussed Buddhism with my master. I couldn't win the argument, so I was half-led and half-tricked to come down the mountain. Now I have gained some insights along the way. Today I meet you, senior, and I dare to ask you, what is Buddha?"

The old monk sneered and said, "What Buddha? I have never seen one."

He walked on the road in Anxi City, watching the people coming and going. People were not afraid of him as an old monk. The old monk walked for a long time and saw a family at the end of the road. The adults in the family were busy, and the children were playing outside.

Playing with round stone marbles.

Straight wooden sticks and round stone marbles are similar toys for children from all over the country. The child seemed to notice the monk and was not afraid. He asked, "Old man, who are you looking for?"

The old monk smiled and said, "I'm looking for the way back."

The child looked at him and said:
"Where are you going back to, old man?"

"Ah, I forgot that too."

The child laughed and said with childish frankness, "I know!"

“I forgot how I got here.”

“Just turn back!”

"That's all."

"You will go back the same way you came here."

The old monk chewed over the child's words, his eyes suddenly widened, then he clapped his hands and suddenly laughed out loud. He laughed heartily, stretched out his hand and touched the child's hair, then turned his head to the tall monk.

He pointed at the child, then pointed at the distant Anxi City.

"See? Buddha."

The boy laughed and said, "Mother, mother, someone praised me!"

A woman's voice came from inside: "Are there any guests?" The child ran back. The old monk sat cross-legged, looking at the prosperous and warm city under the setting sun, and said softly: "It's time to write a farewell letter."

But he paused and just smiled:
"forget."

Monk Thirteen looked at the old Living Buddha in front of him. He saw streaks of blood on his body and a miserable expression. However, the old monk seemed to see his younger self, the skinny and dark-skinned boy who was suffering from poverty.

There seemed to be a spiritual energy flowing in his body, and the stick monk Thirteen was on alert.

That was the will of the living Buddha who had been passed down in the Western Regions Buddhism for thousands of years. He seemed to be roaring, asking the old monk to join them, to transform into something passed down from generation to generation, and to find a host again.

The old monk seemed unaware. He picked up the wine pot, tilted his head back, and took a sip of wine:
“It’s so bitter…”

Put the jug down.

He chuckled:

"The Divine King."

"I have come to fulfill my appointment on that day."

His already broken body shattered, and under the burning of the last of the Buddhist power, it turned into a stream of light and a flying rainbow, flying into the sky. He didn't want to scare the passers-by with his death.

The divine consciousness that had been passed down through the thousand-year-old Western Buddhist tradition was dissolved by him.

The relics fell to the ground one by one, mixed with the soil, sand and gravel.

The Thirteenth Monk had a sad look in his eyes, but when he saw the child coming out with some dry food, he asked in confusion, "Where is that old man just now?"

Monk Thirteen said, "He's gone."

The child said regretfully: "Gone? Hmm, ah, what a smooth stone!" He saw a smooth stone among the relics on the ground. The stick monk Thirteen reached out his hand, gently stroked the boy's hair, and whispered: "...It's a gift from him to you."

"Hmm? A gift, but how should I use a gift like this?"

"Good marbles, good fun."

"enough."

The boy was happy, and went to pick up some "smooth stones" and play with other children of the same age. He was very happy, and his laughter echoed. The other relics sank into the ground, and were trampled under people's feet, carrying people as they came and went.

Mixed into the soil, and walked into the world of mortals.

The Thirteenth Monk had some understanding. On his body that looked like the Vajra King of Buddhism, a compassionate and gentle expression like a Bodhisattva appeared on his face. He was silent for a long time, put his hands together, and said softly:
"Amitabha……"

"Congratulations, senior."

He picked up a stick, turned around, and left, just like an ordinary person, stepping on the place where the old monk passed away, like dust, like the earth, like you and me.

It’s the human world.

The leader of the ten great masters of Jianghu, the Living Buddha of the Western Regions.

He broke into the capital of Ying State alone amidst thousands of troops and seized the corpse of King Shenwu.

Although seriously injured, he still managed to march 7,000 miles.

He passed away in Anxi city.

........................

Chen Wenmian held the sword alone, feeling lonely and desolate.

This is his mental tribulation, even Li Guanyi cannot really help him.

Changfeng Tower had been escorting the old monk and Thirteen. After they arrived, Li Guanyi also saw the information from Changfeng Tower and knew the exact ins and outs of everything. It was not the truth, but it was very close to the truth.

The information from Changfeng Tower also included updates from the No. 1 Tower in the World on the changes in the battle records of the God Generals List. Li Guan only cared about two changes: the No. 1 God General in the World was still Jiang Su, but it was just Jiang Su's title.

From a military god, he transformed into the Grand Tutor of Ying State.

The second Great Turkic Khan.

The third one is the divine general Gao Xiang.

The fourth is the mighty general of Ying State, Yuwen Lie.

Li Guanyi lowered his eyes and did not see the familiar name, but at the other end of the God General List, he saw a row of records -

"Wolf King——Chen Fubi."

"He died on the battlefield and was eventually ranked second among the contemporary gods."

"May you be honored with the title of - Divine Martial King."

"Because he died in battle, he was removed from the list; because he was brave, he was recorded on the list."

Li Guanyi gently stroked the line of text and remained silent for a long time:

"King Shenwu..."

………………

[With great strategy, he has no time to borrow the song of the Red Emperor, nor the meeting of the emperor]

[The clans are divided into factions, they are domineering, they depose the emperor and establish a ruler, and turn the tide]

[To plunder the people and divide the world, not to be loyal and good, but to be cruel and ruthless]

[However, the thunder shook the Zhufang, and the wind blew in the bamboo. The dragon soared and the tiger stepped, and the divine collar was determined. The long sword shouted, and the voice of justice gathered in all directions. Although the ancients used troops, they were not as good as them. As for the collection of talents, they knew people when to wait for things, and they would act according to the time. There was no more war. The west was exhausted and the east was divided into the south.]

[Brave and heroic, unparalleled in the world]

——————"Chronicle of the Chen Shenwu King"

In the southwest area, in the southwest palace.

The King of the Southwest was worried about the damn situation in the world and the annoying changes in all parties. Hearing that the State of Chen did not lose, but instead took a big bite of the State of Ying, he was really unhappy.

The news outside is a mess, with all kinds of rumors.

Some said the Wolf King was dead, some said Chen Dingye had exploded, some said Li Wanli's son was inferior to his father...

What a joke, not inferior to me?

"Fuck it, his father, Li Wanli, is 30 years old and ranked fifth on the God General List. His kid is only 18 years old at most. At 18, his hair hasn't even fully grown yet. Isn't he inferior to his father?!"

"I bother!"

"To be rude to his father, I'll take a big dump in front of him."

"It really is out there, the more the news gets spread!"

The King of the Southwest does not observe the so-called etiquette of the Central Plains. He is bold and swears a lot.

Then he opened the scroll that was sent by a man named Xue, the owner of Changfeng Tower.

"God General List"

"It's updated so quickly... Old Wolf, Old Wolf, you're still gone..."

"Ugh……"

The King of Southwest was also not young, between Li Wanli and Chen Fubi. When he heard the news that an old friend had passed away, he couldn't help feeling sad, and then he glanced away.

The heroic and unrestrained King of the Southwest's throat seemed to be snapped by a ferret.

I can't say a word.

Just staring at that line of text.

【Qin Wu——Li Guanyi】

[Ranking: Fifth on the God General List]

"??!!"

"How many?!"

(End of this chapter)