From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 57: Floating Light Cave Heaven
"Little guy, are you chopping the dumpling stuffing?"

Meng Yuan was chopping with all his heart when he heard someone talking. Then he realized that he was too engrossed in chopping and the old monk was already dead beyond repair.

I came to my senses and looked in the direction of the sound.

It was already dark at this time. Gong Zihua knelt on one knee, supporting himself with his knife, and kept his head down.

On his shoulder stood a large magpie, several times larger than an ordinary magpie, comparable to a hawk. Its beak was shiny black, its feathers were gorgeous, and its eyes, though small, were exceptionally bright.

Meng Yuan had no experience in fighting bird monsters, but he guessed that since the monster was so close, he might be able to hit it even if it could fly.

The magpie seemed to have seen Meng Yuan's murderous intent, and quickly cackled, "Little guy, we are one of us!"

"Really? I don't believe it." Meng Yuan said.

"Old Gong, say something!" The magpie did not dare to run away, for fear that Meng Yuan would not be able to resist drawing his knife. It flapped its wings anxiously and pecked at Gong Zihua's ears with its long beak.

"He's one of us." Gong Zihua replied weakly. He raised his head, his eyes still a little dazed, which showed that he had experienced many ups and downs in life and almost shaved his head.

"You two are too arrogant!" The magpie spoke louder when he saw Meng Yuan put away his knife. "This old monk must be at the eighth level, and has already touched the edge of the seventh level. He has the ability of unimpeded eloquence, and with his telepathy, he has become powerful! If I hadn't been watching you, you two eighth-level guys would have been dead long ago!"

Meng Yuan could see that this magpie was someone who liked to brag and take credit for his work, but he didn't try to expose him. He asked curiously, "He can read my mind? Can he see what I'm thinking?"

"Little guy, you are too ignorant!" The magpie seemed to have not learned the ability to announce good news, and said rudely, "They just made up his telepathy. Do you really think he can see what you are thinking? He can only feel the changes in your mood and state of mind, and use this to seduce and confuse you, so that you can shave your head!"

"I see. Thank you for your advice." Meng Yuan thanked.

"Call me Big Brother, I have a lot to teach you!" said the magpie.

Meng Yuan pretended not to hear, looked at Gong Zihua, and asked, "How is Brother Gong?"

"Hearing life and death, hearing death and life," Gong Zihua pinched his eyebrows, his eyes were clear, and he smiled bitterly, "They are good at coming up with methods that make people extremely happy or sad, extremely regretful, and extremely remorseful, and use them to talk about the wonders of Buddhism."

"Old Gong, you are so ignorant. They advocate abstinence. Next time I will let you fall into the world of lust, you will be in trouble!" said the magpie.

Gong Zihua ignored Xi Que and stood up. "You've reached the eighth rank so quickly. Senior Nie has a sharp eye." He patted Meng Yuan's shoulder gently and said, "Thanks to you this time."

"Even without him, I'm still here. You won't die!" the magpie argued.

"Just working together." Meng Yuan smiled.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and ignored the magpie. Gong Zihua examined the old monk, but found nothing.

The old monk was dead, and the middle-aged monk was seriously injured and could not escape. At this moment, he sat cross-legged with his eyes closed and his hands clasped together, mumbling something.

The Buddhist scriptures are supposed to be a peaceful and universal voice, but he spoke very fast, as if the faster he read, the higher his cultivation level would be, which made it even more weird.

"Let's go and watch Lao Zhang fight!" Magpie stood on Gong Zihua's shoulder, looking in the direction of the charity cemetery and urging him.

Gong Zihua mentioned the middle-aged monk, Meng Yuan picked up the old monk's head, and they walked towards the charity cemetery together.

There was only a waning moon left at the end of February, and this place was in the suburbs, so there were gusts of wind.

In the distance, one could hear the sound of horses galloping back and forth, and there were many people holding torches in their hands. It seemed that these were the reinforcements that Zhang Guinian had mentioned.

And in the dilapidated charity cemetery, light burst out from time to time, there were bursts of thunder, and there was also surging Buddha's light.

With Yizhuang as the center, there were about ten people riding on horses around it, and another ten people were holding Luo Mu's disciples captive.

It seems that except for Luo's mother, all other members of the Luo sect have been arrested.

When Zhang Lingfeng saw Gong Meng coming, he didn't say anything, just nodded slightly and looked into the charity cemetery.

The already dilapidated Yizhuang was now even more damaged. Zhang Guinian held a long sword in his hand, and there was the sound of spring thunder around him, and behind him there was the image of spring thunder in the mountains and rivers.

Naropa's hair was disheveled, and her withered hands were like chicken claws. She was still tightly holding a half-broken tin staff. Although she looked extremely embarrassed, she still laughed from time to time, and her blind eyes were shining frequently.

The two men were fighting fiercely, and on the roof of the charity cemetery, there was a man standing still.

Meng Yuan had already entered the eighth rank and had sharp ears and eyes. He could see clearly that the man was a man of about seventeen or twenty-eight years old, wearing a black Taoist robe, with a long sword on his back, a whisk in his arms, and cold eyes.

Although his appearance was ordinary, under the night wind and the waning moon, before the battle, he had a carefree feeling as if he had ascended to heaven.

"Who is that Taoist priest?" Meng Yuan asked Xi Que.

This magpie is a chatterbox. Meng Yuan has been forced to learn its name and finds out that the magpie's name is the Good News Fairy.

"I don't know!" The magpie stood on Gong Zihua's shoulder, stretched out its left wing and scratched its head.

"He was invited by Zhangtou to be the chief, and this is our first meeting." Gong Zihua said with a smile.

Meng Yuan wanted to ask more questions when he saw a sudden change in the situation.

Naroda's mother was extremely depressed and clearly could not hold on any longer, but she still hummed a few words, and a lot of blood oozed out of her skinny body.

There was a golden glow in her blood, and her whole body seemed to be bathed in Buddha's light, with a blazing light shining from her seven orifices. However, she was skinny and miserable, and when she used her secret technique, she looked not like a Vajra Buddha, but more like a demon descending to the world.

Zhang Guinian also stopped and looked at the other party carefully. He had been waiting for the other party to see how capable he was so as to make a guess about his background.

"Brother Zhang, don't hold back!"

The Taoist priest on the roof suddenly spoke up, and said coldly, "Buddhism strictly forbids self-destruction. She was dying, but she forced herself to use the state of nirvana, destroying her own life and cultivation. She used the law of cause and effect to entangle you and even us with cause and effect. Where there is a cause, there must be an effect, and the harm is endless."

These words sounded very mysterious, but Zhang Guinian did not hesitate and jumped forward immediately.

Suddenly, a strange phenomenon appeared behind Zhang Guinian, with many flashing lights.

The long sword in his hand also flashed a blazing light. When the long sword was swung out, it seemed to split a hole in the sky. Endless sword intent and sword energy were like flowing light, pouring down like rain.

The people watching outside the courtyard exclaimed in amazement, as if they had rarely seen such a stunt.

In an instant, Luo's mother, who had intended to retaliate before dying, was hit by countless streams of light, and countless wounds appeared on her body. She no longer had any fighting power.

Zhang Guinian had used his special skills and was still ten steps away from Luo's mother, but at this moment he seemed to be drained of energy. His face was pale, and he knelt on one knee, supporting himself on the ground with his knife.

Meng Yuan was outside the charity cemetery, about seventy or eighty steps away, but he could still feel the power of the knife.

Compared to the Spring Thunder, this strike was clearly stronger, even several times stronger! And whether it was against a single or a group, it was an ultimate strike.

"Is this also a method to conceal the secrets of heaven?" Meng Yuan was itching to see this and hurried over to ask the Immortal of Good News.

"You don't even know this?" The magpie said with disdain. It jumped on Gong Zihua's shoulder. Seeing that Meng Yuan didn't say anything, it couldn't help but said, "This is the method of heaven's secret. Because there is floating light flashing, it looks like a cave in full bloom, so it is named Floating Light Cave Heaven."

"Extremely depletes your vital energy?" Meng Yuan asked this question when he saw that Zhang Guinian couldn't even stand up.

"That's right." The magpie kept chirping, "I turned all the jade liquid into sword energy and spread it out. What do you think?"

Seeing that Meng Yuan was silent again, the magpie couldn't wait for Meng Yuan to speak, so it hurriedly said, "Call me Senior Brother, and I will teach you!"

Meng Yuan smiled and ignored him.

(End of this chapter)