The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 125: Sword Qi Across the Sky, Divine Will Like a Star

“Amitabha…” Master Kurong put his hands together, stood up and shook his head with disappointment, “Greed, anger, ignorance, and thoughts are the poison of the human heart. If the worldly ties are not over, how can we see the Tathagata in our hearts? Ming Wang… don’t you deserve to be called a high monk for what you have done?”

Jiumozhi raised his eyes and said: "I have never claimed to be a great monk, so I am naturally not as wise and powerful as you. Mr. Murong is my friend, and I have received your great kindness. I will certainly fulfill his life's wishes."

“I am not an ignorant person. I know very well that the Six Meridians Divine Sword Sutra is the secret of the Tianlong Temple. That’s why I thought of a compromise.” As he said this, he raised his hand and lightly clapped his hands three times.

The voice was heard outside the hall. Nine people outside the door heard it. Two of them bent down and picked up the sandalwood box at their feet. They walked straight to Jiumozhi, put the box on the ground, bowed, and turned away without saying a word.

Jiumozhi flicked his sleeves, and the lid of the box opened without wind, revealing a small golden box that shone brightly. He leaned over to open the box and took out three books written in red ink.

Looking at the three books in his hands, he suddenly burst into tears, wetting his clothes, and looked extremely sad. Facing Master Ku Rong and others, he said in a sad voice: "These three volumes of martial arts essentials were written by Mr. Murong, and they explain the essentials, training methods, and ways to break the 72 Shaolin techniques."

Benxiang clenched the Buddhist beads around his neck and said in shock, "The 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills are famous all over the world. Since the establishment of the sect, there has only been one eminent monk in the early Song Dynasty who mastered 32 of them. It is hard to believe that Mr. Murong knows the key points, let alone the way to break them. Is the Ming Wang trying to deceive us?"

Jiumozhi raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his eyes, and said sincerely: "Whether it is true or not, you will know it once you see it. I have promised Mr. Murong that I am willing to take the Six Meridians Divine Sword Scripture on his behalf to fulfill his wish. A man of honor will never regret his words, even if he lives or dies! If you agree, I am willing to exchange these three volumes of rare books. If you can fulfill your promise, I will be very grateful."

His expression was sincere, his tone was earnest, and he looked like he was sincerely caring about his friend's last wish, which made people look at him with admiration.

Abbot Ben Yin's mind was moved: if the three volumes of the other party's strange book are true, Tianlong Temple may be comparable to Shaolin in the future, or even surpass Shaolin and become the largest sect in Buddhism. Thinking of this, a look of interest appeared on his face.

Jiumozhi saw the abbot Benyin's expression, and quickly took advantage of the situation and said, "When your temple gives the precious sutra to you, you can keep the duplicate copy and seal it tightly. I promise that I will never peek at it, and I will send it to Mr. Murong's tomb to burn and offer sacrifices as soon as possible. I sincerely hope that all the masters will agree."

Seeing Jiumozhi's sincerity and what he said was reasonable, and that it would not harm the interests of Tianlong Temple, and he even presented such a generous gift, Master Benxiang was ready to agree: "Ming Wang is really a man of character. If this is true..."

"My true self!" Master Kurong frowned and interrupted him. My true self was too modest by nature. Regardless of whether the other party was pretending to be nice or not, the fact that the Six Meridians Divine Sword was a secret of the Tianlong Temple meant that I would never agree to this.

Benxiang was stunned for a moment when he heard the voice, and saw Master Kurong frowning. He clasped his hands together, uttered a Buddhist name, then lowered his head and fell silent.

Master Kurong looked directly into Jiumozhi's eyes and said slowly: "If Mr. Murong really values ​​the Six Meridians Divine Sword Scripture, you should know the importance of this Scripture in my Tianlong Temple. Although the 72 Shaolin unique skills are powerful, they are not what my Tianlong Temple needs."

"Tianlong Temple practices Buddhism and enlightens us to Zen. Martial arts are only used to spread the Dharma and protect the country. One Yang Finger is enough for us to comprehend for a lifetime. Too much greed will only lead to self-destruction. Ming Wang, you are obsessed..."

Jiumozhi's face changed, then he regained his composure, put his hands together, bowed deeply and said: "Master, what you said is very true. I was too persistent. However, I have received so much grace that I cannot rest easy. If I cannot achieve my wish this time, I am afraid that it will hurt the harmony between Tianlong Temple and Dalun Temple, and even hurt the diplomatic relations between Dali Kingdom and Tubo Kingdom."

Duan Zhengming's face changed, and he asked grimly, "Your Majesty, if we don't agree to your request, Dali and Tubo will go to war? Is that what your Majesty means?"

In order to prevent the invasion of Tubo, Dali stationed several large troops to garrison the northwestern border, spending huge amounts of money every year.

Tubo is strong and Dali is weak. If a war breaks out, Dali will suffer devastating losses. For the sake of a scripture, the other party actually made such threatening remarks. It is really... too shameless.

How can this be some great monk who is proficient in Buddhism? He is just a mean person who is blinded by desire and obsessed with profit!

Jiumozhi glanced at him calmly and said: "My Tubo King has long admired the customs of Dali and has long wanted to go hunting in Dali with your King. If I had not tried my best to dissuade the two countries from going to war, we would have already gone to war."

"I have done Dali a favour... I only wish to fulfill my friend's last wish and keep my promise. Who would have thought... that the masters would be so reluctant?"

When Jiumozhi said this, he sighed and said, "Alas... forget it. Since the masters are unwilling, I will not force them. I will return to Tubo and from now on, I will follow the Buddha and worship the green lamp, not care about worldly affairs, and pray for my friends to make up for the regret in my heart." After saying this, he sighed again, looking like a helpless disciple.

Master Kuruo stared at Jiumozhi deeply, and he saw through the other party's vanity and greed at a glance.

But what if you see through it?
The situation of Tubo is no different from that of Dali. From the king down, everyone believes in Buddhism. As the king's teacher, the other party is deeply trusted by the king of Tubo. If he has evil intentions, he can start a war between the two countries with just one word.

Benxiang, Bencan, Benyin, Benguan, and Duan Zhengming all looked solemn at the same time. What Master Ku Rong could think of, they could also think of.

Although the other party's words were obscure, they were no ordinary people and could naturally hear the threat in his words.

clap clap clap...

Crisp applause suddenly rang out, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Master Kurong's eyes flickered slightly, and he turned sideways and bowed eleven times, saying, "Amitabha, why did the Taoist do this?"

Wang Yi raised his eyes to look at Jiumozhi, and praised with a smile: "Ming Wang is a wonderful person, his eloquence can attract people's attention, and his acting skills can also show his true feelings. It's rare, really rare. He is a good seedling for spreading the Tao."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but show admiration on his face. This person could be used, and could be used in a big way. It was worth waiting for this time.

"Spread the Dao widely..." Except for Jiumozhi, the others all murmured these four words. Did the other party want Jiumozhi to spread the Dao widely for him? What kind of strange idea was this?

Jiumozhi was furious. The matter that was already settled had become more uncertain. He took a deep breath, saluted and said, "What do you mean, Taoist? My sincere heart has become a hypocritical one in your mouth. Do you have any opinion about me?"

The situation he had created with great difficulty was about to be fulfilled, but this stinky Taoist priest jumped out and created trouble, which really made him angry.

Wang Yi glanced at Jiumozhi and laughed, "Sincerely? Do you believe this, Your Majesty?" "Hahahaha... I am not talented, but I am willing to learn from you, Taoist." Jiumozhi laughed angrily, put the book in his arms, and raised his hand to make a knife, his eyes completely cold. It was just right to use this Taoist in front of him to show his strength, so that he could continue to force Tianlong Temple to hand over the Six Meridians Divine Sword Sutra.

Master Kurong looked puzzled and backed away without saying a word. Duan Zhengming and the other five followed suit and backed away, leaving space for the two men to fight.

Duan Yu saw the two preparing to fight, and he quickly looked over. The Taoist priest was very powerful in the eyes of his uncles and uncles, and was praised to be an immortal. He wanted to see how powerful this Taoist priest was.
Wang Yi smiled, raised his hand and saluted, saying, "If your Majesty is interested, I will accompany you. Please."

"Hmm? You're so brave!" Jiumozhi saw that the other party accepted the duel but had no intention of getting up. This contemptuous attitude made him very angry. He shouted softly, holding his palms like a ball, gathering his internal force in his palms, and then slashed with his right hand like a knife.

The invisible internal force passed through the void, making the air hiss wherever it passed, and went straight towards Wang Yi's head without any intention of holding back.

"I have gained some insights into the Six Meridians Divine Sword recently. I hope you can appreciate it."

Wang Yi smiled indifferently, and raised his right hand slowly but quickly. As his arm moved, the true energy in his dantian qi sea moved with his mind, flowing through the hand yangming large intestine meridian and converging at the index finger of his right hand. Then he pointed and killed.

"Swish." Invisible sword energy shot out from the fingertips, dispersing the invisible internal force coming towards him, and then shot towards Jiumozhi's chest as fast as lightning.

Jiumozhi sensed the sharp sword energy coming towards him, and his expression suddenly changed. He gathered his internal strength in his left hand and pushed it towards the void in front of him. At the same time, he tilted his body, stomped his right foot on the ground, and flew backwards at an angle.

The sword energy cut through Jiumozhi's left palm, brushed his left arm, and sank into the wooden pillar behind him with a hissing sound. A through hole was left in the middle of the wooden pillar, wisps of green smoke rose, and the scent of wood spread.

Before Jiumozhi could stabilize himself, Wang Yi raised his hand and pointed out, and the invisible sword energy went straight to his face. A shrill sound suddenly rose, and the sharp sword intent swept inside and outside the hall.

Jiumozhi's face changed in shock. He leaned back, propped up the ground with his right hand, and turned three times to avoid it. As soon as his feet landed on the ground, another sword energy came straight to his heart. He had no time to think about it, and subconsciously raised his internal strength to turn over and avoid it again.

One zhang, two zhang, three zhang... Under the pressure of the sword energy, Jiumozhi could only dodge awkwardly again and again, without any strength to defend himself or fight back.

The sword energy cut through the void, emitting a sharp whistle, leaving a series of holes in the Muni Hall. Green smoke filled the air, the fragrance of wood filled the air, and beams of sunlight as thick as thumbs formed.

“With the sword as the form, the mind as the soul, and the inner energy as the foundation…is this the real Six Meridians Divine Sword?” Abbot Ben Yin showed shock on his face. He was shocked by the mysterious scene before him.

The Taoist priest sat still on the futon, and just raised his hand and pointed casually, and forced Jiumozhi, a top-notch master in the world, to be at a loss and in a mess. This kind of skill that surpassed the power of nature was dazzling.

The most shocking thing is that although the Taoist's attacks seemed to be powerful, he was actually holding back and just doing it just right, as if he was... playing with a pheasant.

That’s not all. At this time, Jiumozhi had already retreated to the door. The distance between them was already three meters. However, even at such a long distance, the power of the sword energy did not decrease at all. This was really too incredible...

Is this really what the Six Meridians Divine Sword can do?
Duan Zhengming was shocked, and a thought came to his mind: If he sent out elite soldiers to surround and kill him, could he kill such a terrifying Taoist priest?
After thinking for a long time, an answer emerged in his mind that he could not accept: No!

No, unless the opponent fights to the death and uses the lives of the soldiers to exhaust their true energy, it is possible to surround and kill them. But such a master must have extraordinary light body skills, and it is impossible for him to be forced into a situation where he needs to fight to the death.

After realizing this, in addition to deep fear, he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable fear in his heart.

Benguan, Bencan and Benxiang watched the scene in silence, feeling shocked and ashamed.

They each mastered a style of Six Meridians Divine Sword and practiced hard for ten to twenty years, but their finger strength could barely reach an area of ​​ten feet around them.

This kind of Six Meridians Divine Sword is like starlight compared to the bright moon, there is no comparison at all.

But don’t forget, how long has it been since the Taoist read the Six Meridians Divine Sword Sutra?
In just three days, the other party had cultivated the sword skills to such a high level. This could not be explained by talent or aptitude.

His talent and aptitude are close to that of an immortal...

Master Ku Rong stared at the Taoist priest with a sharp gaze, concentrating on feeling the great divine will that permeated the air. At this moment, he no longer cared about what would happen to Jiumozhi, as his mind was already filled with inexplicable insights, and he no longer had the energy to think about anything else.

"What is divine will... the fusion of the inner world and the outer world... the fusion of one's own martial arts perception with the natural world... the artistic conception of martial arts... the bridge between martial artists and heaven and earth..."

At this moment, Master Kurong's heart was still reverberating with the words spoken by the Taoist priest that day. He was integrating his life-long insights into Zen meditation, trying to condense his own divine will, thereby opening up the Ren and Du meridians, trying to break free from his own shackles and enter the mysterious innate realm.

“This…this…” Jiumozhi was shocked. He had never seen such advanced swordsmanship, and he had never thought that the Six Meridians Divine Sword would be so powerful and mysterious.

Every sword energy that shot towards him seemed to contain the power of heaven and earth. It was like a meteor that crossed the sky and earth, carrying the destructive force of falling stars and crushing them, making people feel hopeless and powerless.

What made him even more powerless was that the opponent could clearly kill him with just one finger, but chose to play tricks on him like this.

"Ah... stinky Taoist! What on earth do you want?" Jiumozhi roared in grief and anger, venting the grief and depression in his heart.

As the national teacher of Tubo, with unparalleled martial arts skills and countless followers, how could he have ever thought that there would be such an embarrassing day?
He had been trying very hard to find an opportunity to counterattack, but every time he tried to gather his inner strength to fight back, the invisible sword energy would follow like a thorn in his flesh, forcing him to not relax at all.

This is an absolute crushing of strength, an inconceivable gap that makes people despair. Why is there such a terrifying and almost immortal person in the world?

(End of this chapter)