The devil descended from the sky, and his fists suppressed the mountains and rivers

Chapter 175: Each Seeks a Way to Measure the World’s Will (Part )
Wang Chen and others have just become saints, and their Dharma bodies have not yet been fully formed.

If it was when Yi Beidou had just become a saint, it would have been helpful for him to spar with them, but now this kind of sparring and fighting has no inspiration for him at all.

He was far beyond the stage they were at.

Now he could only hope that someone among them could make rapid progress in a short period of time like him and be qualified to become his real opponent.

He is not afraid of his opponents. On the contrary, he would feel quite happy if there were more people like Diwei in the world.

Now, the ones who can truly compete with him are the older generation who use all kinds of means, including forbidden secret techniques and inherited items; the other is the reincarnated ones who are hiding in the mortal world.

The older generation would not easily act because the cost of using these methods is too great. And those reincarnated ones who are hiding their heads and tails will not easily reveal their true bodies, making it difficult to find any traces of them.

The world is big, but also small.

Wang Chen, Shu Xuanji and Meng Qianyuan looked at each other and felt that there was an indescribable dominance in Yi Beidou's words, which made people feel fascinated.

Afterwards, everyone took a short break and sat in the living room. Meng Qianyuan and others had questions about cultivation that they were not clear about, so they asked. Yi Beidou answered all his questions, which made everyone feel that they benefited a lot.

About two hours later, everyone said goodbye and left, only Meng Qianyuan stayed.

"Sir, I am ready to follow your example, travel across mountains and rivers, seek the truth, and forge my own path."

Meng Qianyuan said with a bow.

"Go ahead. I look forward to the day when you return."

Yi Beidou nodded and waved his hand.

Meng Qianyuan bowed and left.

He has already achieved the saintly realm, and it is impossible for him to continue following Yi Beidou.

Every person in the holy realm has his own path. If Meng Qianyuan just follows Yi Beidou, he will never have the possibility of surpassing him.

the other side.

Wang Chen, Shu Xuanji and others left the manor.

"What an unpredictable person. I thought my body had been sanctified and my life was complete. I've been a little lax recently, but this person gave me a wake-up call."

Shu Xuanji said with emotion.

They stood out in the Wuying Forum, were swept up in the general trend, received a lot of attention, achieved a major goal in life, and were surrounded by fame and glory. It was a time of great success and it was easy to become lazy under such circumstances.

But after meeting Yi Beidou, they realized that they were still far behind.

It's like a student who studied hard and was admitted to Kyoto University. He became famous in his hometown, but then he began to slack off. However, when he got to university, he found that he was the only frog in the well, as there were many geniuses around.

Some people will just muddle through, but those with determination will not give up easily.

"Yes, in the past, the sanctification of the flesh was the end point, but now the times are different, the sanctification of the flesh may only be the starting point."

Wang Chen couldn't help but sigh.

They all looked like this, and the other martial artists who had not yet achieved the saintly realm felt even more urgent.

A role model is very important.

Another month passed quickly.

The popularity of the Buei Ronkai has gradually decreased, and what has been welcomed instead is the continued attention of all sectors of society towards the world of martial arts practice.

A number of martial arts training classes have sprung up like mushrooms taking advantage of this craze. Some of them are martial arts schools that offer real skills, while some are just fillers that use all kinds of mysterious tricks and concepts, which are truly misleading.

However, facing this kind of thing, the Special Security Bureau and the top leaders were well prepared. After the Wuying Ronhui ended, the Donghua Martial Arts Association and local branches were immediately established based on the Wuying Ronhui Organizing Committee. If martial arts schools wanted to open, they had to pass relevant qualification tests and obtain corresponding logos, which greatly reduced the possibility of people taking advantage of the situation.

The various schools that shined in the Wuying Conference were the biggest beneficiaries, and there was an endless stream of people coming to learn martial arts.

Originally in Tung Wah Education, the trend of enrolling in English, art, piano, dance and other programs changed instantly, and many families began to invest a lot of energy and resources in their children's martial arts training.

Strengthen your body, exercise your will, and cultivate your bloodiness and courage.

As a result, related sectors such as life sciences, pharmaceutical industries, etc. have also become quite hot.

In just one month, Donghua has undergone tremendous changes.

The saintly masters who gathered in the Magic City gradually dispersed. Foreign warriors returned to their respective countries, and domestic masters returned to their respective places of practice.

For many saintly masters, this trip to the Demon City has a significant impact.

The top of Mount Emei.

The sun is shining brightly in the sky and there is a sea of ​​white clouds underfoot.

A golden-roofed building stands on the top of the mountain, shining brightly under the sunlight.

Zhou Qingchen's injuries had healed by now. She was dressed in a white Taoist robe and had a heroic look on her face. She walked on the stone road of Mount Emei and stepped into the golden-roofed building on the top of the mountain step by step.

"Qingchen, your strength has improved again. The young are really formidable." A voice came from inside the building. Inside the main hall, there were tablets of successive Emei ancestors, with incense burning brightly. A skinny old man was sitting cross-legged on a cushion in front of the tablets, and it seemed that he would enter a state of nirvana at any time.

"Grand Elder, I came back this time to ask you to help me open the thirty-three heavenly tribulations."

Zhou Qingchen spoke to the old man in a calm voice.

When the old man heard her words, his body trembled slightly.

"Now that you have reached your current state, you should understand that the so-called transcending tribulations to become an immortal is just a legend. The thirty-three heavenly tribulations are just a means for the ancestors to sublimate themselves before they passed away, stand high in the sky, take one last look at this world, and leave behind the legend of ascension to encourage the world."

The old man turned around, looked at Zhou Qingchen and said.

"If the ancients couldn't do it, we can do it. What I want to challenge are the myths and legends."

Zhou Qingchen's expression remained calm, but there was a sense of determination.

"You should understand the danger of such tactics. Why are you so radical this time? You still have plenty of time."

The old man said in a deep voice.

He no longer cared about worldly affairs. He just served his ancestors and waited for the end of his life. He was unaware of changes in the world.

“I don’t want to fall behind the times.”

Zhou Qingchen said.

This battle in the Magic City had deeply touched her. She originally thought that she was still young and had a lot of time left, but now she understood that it was just self-paralysis.

If she doesn't fight for it, she will fall behind others, and she doesn't want to fall behind again the next time they meet.

"When are you going to respond?"

The old man was silent for a while, and finally asked.

He did not try to persuade her because he knew the character of the woman in front of him very well.

Persuasion had no effect on her.

Even if he didn't help, she would find a way to start the calamity herself.

"I won't be reckless. I just want you to be prepared. Once I consolidate my secret technique, I will come to you for help."

Zhou Qingchen turned and walked out of the Golden Palace.

Her Ascension Technique still has a lot of room for improvement.

But she knew she couldn't defeat that guy just by relying on the Ascension Technique.

Mobei, the remnant of Kunlun Mountains.

An ancient temple stands in the mountains and forests. The sound of chanting scriptures floats out, and faintly one can see wisps of colorful light dissipating, which is quite magical.

If others came here, they might think they had arrived at the Lingshan Leiyin Temple.

The decorations in the temple are very simple, unlike other temples that are magnificent and have various golden statues.

The monks were dressed in simple and harsh clothes, some even with many patches on their faces, with a look of compassion and peace on their faces.

Sitting at the top is an old monk with a serene look on his face. When he is chanting, a colorful halo appears behind his head, like a living Bodhisattva or Buddha who has achieved enlightenment.

The nine veteran saints gathered in the Magic City are not all of Donghua. There are many other veteran saints, or people from cultivation sects, who are devoted to cultivation and do not follow the path of subduing demons. They do not care about worldly affairs at all and cannot be invited.

The nameless temple is filled with miserable people who practice asceticism and do not care about the changes in the world.

Suddenly, the old monk's body shook, the chanting stopped, the calm and compassionate expression on his face, like that of a bodhisattva, was broken, his face twitched slightly, and the disciples below were slightly stunned and also stopped chanting.

The abbot has already attained the bodhisattva's fruition. Many of them have been disciples for many years, but have never seen him lose his composure like this.

"What are you doing back here?"

The abbot looked towards the entrance of the hall and spoke in a low voice.

Everyone seemed to sense something in their hearts and turned around suddenly, only to see a decadent man leaning lazily on the door frame in front of the hall, holding a cigarette in his hand and lighting it by rubbing it with two fingers, and puffing away without any worries in this quiet place.

"Abbot, you are too polite. After all, I have been here for twenty years. Can't I come back to visit?"

Ding Huiyuan said with a smile.

"You and I have different paths, why come back?"

The abbot frowned and said.

"Oh, to be honest, I have encountered a bit of a problem. I would like to ask the abbot to lend me a hand and send me to the 'Sumeru Realm' so that I can ask the Buddha for advice in person."

Ding Huiyuan said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)