The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 239: Linyou Valley, Amitabha Sutra

[Hong Yi from the Yangshen World, who has cultivated to the level of Six-Star Taiyi, carries a great ambition, great karma, and is able to transcend difficulties. He has not yet entered the Seven-Star Daluo realm, and is unable to spy on the host.]

Yang An straightened his body suddenly, all the resentment in his heart disappeared, and he suddenly felt that he was able to function again. His long-lost fighting spirit was ignited, and his mental outlook was refreshed.

"Ahem... well... I just spoke a little loudly, don't mind it... By the way, is Six-Star Taiyi very powerful? Why can he fuck you... ahem, why can he hurt the system?"

[Six-star Taiyi, the law enters the Tao, a thought creates and destroys the multiverse, and the galaxy between fingers. Can create branches of time and space, can evolve the universe, be the master of a world, modify the past and future years, the law domain covers the endless universe, freely shuttle through the barriers of time and space, and travel between the heavens.

The host is located in one of the many branches of time and space. The initial state system cannot withstand the full force of the world master. 】

Yang An stroked his chin and smiled brightly, "That is to say, even if we kill Hong Yi now, we don't have to worry about him being beaten to death after he transcends to the other side?"

[Ding——The system is about to enter a deep sleep...Host, please collect the luck items as soon as possible...Hong Yi is the anchor point of time and space, and the consequences of forcibly killing him will be at your own risk...]

"Hey, hey, hey, come on, explain to me what a luck item is."

A panel of nothingness appeared, with gray fog twisting and condensing on it, and a line of text emerged: [Martial arts, Taoism, cultivation techniques, magical powers, hundreds of classics, artifacts, methods of refining elixirs and artifacts... things that condense the wisdom of all living beings, and are also things that gather the luck of all living beings...]

[Daoist Sacrifice System: One-star, nine-star is the highest. ]

[Host: Yang An]

【Cultivation: Peak Martial Saint】

[Kung Fu: Book of Creation, Magic Scripture of God of War...]

[Luck points: 0]

[The Daoist Space: Various Wonderful Methods Can Be Performed]

[Daoji Space: Daoji offers sacrifice to all spirits, returns to the origin, and condenses the origin pill]

"The system is wrong. Where are the martial arts and Taoism that I have accumulated through hundreds of reincarnations? Are you doing something wrong?" Yang An looked at the column of martial arts on the void panel and felt that the damn system was cheating him.

[After hundreds of reincarnations, the true spirit is worn out and the memory is gone...]

Yang An's face darkened, and he quickly recalled the three scriptures of the past, present, and future of the Great Zen Temple, and found that he only knew the name, and the mysteries of the scriptures were all gone.

He continued to think about the traditions of Creation and Supreme Dao without giving up, but found that he still only knew the names of the techniques, but had not retained any of the profound meaning of the scriptures.

"Damn, we're back to the time before liberation..." Yang An's face looked ugly, and his thoughts were churning in his mind.

From the known information, it can be known that he will eventually face Hong Yi after he transcends, which is very troublesome...

In this Yangshen world where people practice cannibalism, resources are limited, and the high-end resources in the place of origin are even more limited. I am afraid that I cannot compete with this pervert Hong Yi.

But if you want to reach the other shore in this life, you have to fight for it. After all, if you fail again in this life, you will really return to dust.

“Maybe this is the way to go…” Yang An’s eyes lit up, and he immediately had an idea in his mind.

Hong Yi is still a little bastard in Wu Wenhou Mansion. It is easy to control this kid at this time. As long as the cause and effect is big enough, it may not be impossible to control the other party.

He did it as soon as he thought of it, and turned around and left impatiently. From beginning to end, he never looked at the divine stone fetus again, and soon disappeared into the thundercloud.

Wang Yi retracted his gaze, sensing the extreme emotions that dominated everything in the essence and fist in front of him, and whispered inexplicably: "Immortal King..."

Champion Marquis Yang An was the son of Daqian Emperor Yang Pan and the former Saint of Wenxiang Sect. He was born with amazing luck and was a soul sent from the sky, not a true time traveler.

Yang An is the Immortal God King, a chess piece replicated based on Nothingness One, with the purpose of controlling the universe. In order to prevent the chess piece from getting out of control, he deliberately left behind irreparable character flaws.

Xu Wuyi is a man of extraordinary talent, not inferior to Hong Yi in any way. He is the son of Xu Yi, the leader of the central world of Tianwai Tian. He is one of the top geniuses, but lacks some luck.

He casually annihilated the energy and fist intent in front of him, his eyes deep in thought.

In the Yangshen world, there are too many chess players behind the scenes, but when you peel away the layers of appearances, there are only a few chess players, and their goal is to reach the legendary other side.

"Yizi..." Wang Yi's eyes were inexplicable and he suppressed his unnecessary thoughts.

With a thought, fairy crystals flew out and scattered in all directions of heaven and earth, triggering the laws of heaven and earth, generating mysterious array patterns, and a powerful defensive illusion array took shape.

His mind slowly calmed down, and he continued to comprehend the avenue of the Yangshen world.

At the same time, he studied the Dao of creation contained in the unpolished jade placenta, and waited for the opportunity for its birth by the explosion of thunder from heaven.

……

The Daqian Dynasty has been established for 60 years.

After four generations of emperors worked hard to govern, the country has reached its peak of prosperity and is now thriving, earning the name of the Celestial Empire.

The royal capital, Yujing City, Western Hills.

The mountains are majestic and stretch for thousands of miles, with flowing springs and waterfalls, and beautiful scenery.

Foxes, wolves and other wild animals roam the mountains, and this is where kings and nobles go hunting in winter to show off their families' bravery.

The valley is named because of its secluded and quiet location.

The owner of this place is from the pure fox clan. They originally lived in seclusion in the mountains behind the Dachan Temple. They moved here after the Dachan Temple was destroyed.

"This is where my Pure Fox clan's books are stored. If you are interested, you can read and copy them, but you must not damage them and take them away."

Mr. Tu is an old fox who walks upright, dressed in scholar's clothes, and his every word and action is quite elegant.

Yang An was dressed like a nobleman, and without any arrogance, he really looked like a handsome nobleman, with a great appearance that made people feel good about him:

"Hahaha... Don't worry, Mr. Tu. I also love books, otherwise I wouldn't have come here to see you." He took out a book and handed it over: "This Caotang Notes was written by the great scholar Li Yan. It is my apology for disturbing you this time."

Mr. Tu's eyes lit up, and he quickly reached out to take it, carefully unfolding it to read.

The literary atmosphere that hit him made him feel refreshed. He closed the book and bowed repeatedly, saying, "You are too polite, sir. I am very pleased with this gift, so I will accept it with a thick face. Please concentrate on your studies, and let me know if you have any questions."

Yang An smiled gently, no longer being polite, and walked into the cave.

Looking at the quaint bookshelves arranged in four directions, a strange look flashed across his eyes.

The cave contains a rich collection of books, including paper books, printed books, woodcut books, and various types of books, numbering at least 100,000, which is richer than the collections of many marquis' mansions.

Of course, his purpose was not these books, but the foundation for Hong Yi's rise, the supreme soul cultivation secret of the Great Zen Temple, and the Amitabha Sutra of the past.

His eyes searched around and instantly locked onto the bookshelf in the center.

There were two large books that were extremely conspicuous, with two words written on each cover, "Wu Jing" and "Dao Jing". Each of the large books was dozens of thick volumes.

A faint smile appeared on Yang An's lips. He walked straight to the bookshelf, took down the two large books, "Martial Arts Classics" and "Taoism Classics", and neatly stacked them on the desk where pens, ink, paper and inkstone were all available. Then he sat down and read them with great interest.

The opening of the Wujing states: The ultimate goal of martial arts is to strengthen the body and transcend death, not to kill and show off one's strength. The world is like a sea of ​​suffering, and the body is like a raft to cross the sea. If the body is strong, it can carry people directly to the other side of the sea of ​​suffering.

The Taoist scripture begins with the following words: The world is like a sea of ​​suffering, and the human body is like a raft for crossing the sea. However, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and the raft will eventually decay. Only if the spirit and soul are strong, one can abandon the raft and swim to the other side of the sea of ​​suffering with one's own strength.

Yang An looked thoughtful as he reviewed the two scriptures again, and suddenly he had a lot of insights. The two seemingly different cultivation concepts actually lead to the same goal.

The former cultivates the body, while the latter cultivates the soul.

The goal is to cross the sea of ​​suffering and swim to the other side.

Only cultivating nature but not cultivating destiny is the first problem in spiritual practice.

If you only cultivate your soul but not your spirit, it will be difficult to cross the sea of ​​suffering.

After hundreds of reincarnations, he understood too well the importance of practicing both immortality and martial arts.

If one wants to transcend to the other shore, both the martial arts and the immortal path must be cultivated to the top of this world.

Only when the soul becomes a Yang God and the body shatters the vacuum, will it be possible to accumulate strength and strive for that chance of transcendence.

The Yangshen world is imperfect. If one cannot transcend to the other side, the limit of life span will be the number of one Yuan, which is one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years.

For a great practitioner who is trapped by heaven and earth, it is an extremely desperate thing.

It is no wonder that the group of old guys in the place of origin would make such a crazy plan just to take a look at the legendary other side.

Yang An noticed that the eyes that were spying on him disappeared, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He took out the volume that recorded the martial arts training from the martial arts book.

He turned the martial arts manual to the last page, pinched the back cover between his thumb and index finger and rubbed it hard, and a flash of golden light came into view.

He took out the gold paper hidden between the pages of the book and read it carefully with joy.

The gold paper is as thin as a cicada's wing, square, three feet long and wide, soft like water, and dark gold all over.

There are densely arranged scriptures in small characters on it, with a huge golden Buddha sitting in the center, the sun and the moon standing at the two poles of the void, surrounded by countless stars, exuding the immortal artistic conception of the past.

"The Amitabha Sutra of the past, the supreme soul-cultivation technique of the Great Zen Temple..."

Yang An sighed and his mind became dazed for a moment.

He was born with amazing luck and once thought that he was a natural protagonist like Long Aotian. It was not until he collided with the destiny protagonist Hong Yi that he realized the horror of the destiny protagonist.

It was an unreasonable terror.

No matter what kind of hardship you encounter, with all kinds of coincidences, you can always find a chance to turn the tables at the moment of life and death, defeat the enemy, lick the corpse to gain a lot of resources, and defeat all enemies in the world.

"A traverser with a system is perfect and invincible. In this life, you, Hong Yi, will definitely not be the only one who can surpass you!"

Yang An's face was resolute, and boundless fighting spirit surged in his heart.

Calm your mind and concentrate on reading the "Past Amitabha Sutra".

A friendly and familiar breath hits me in the face, as if what I see is not the Buddha, but my own origin from thousands of years ago.

The image of Amitabha in the scriptures has his eyes slightly closed, sitting cross-legged, his hands in a seal, and a peaceful expression, embodying all the temperament and charm of Buddhism.

Visualizing this image and keeping it in your heart can suppress all evil spirits, help you understand your past, enlighten your mind and see your nature, and it has the effect of repairing the damaged soul.

When one reaches the highest level of cultivation, his spirit and soul will be suspended in the void and he will become the Buddha of the past. Even if he has been reincarnated for thousands of lifetimes and experienced all kinds of tribulations, his true nature cannot be shaken in the slightest.

The true nature mentioned in Buddhism is the spirit and thought in Taoism.

In other words, even if the corpse is reincarnated thousands of times, it cannot cause harm to the soul until it achieves the status of a Yang God.

In the past, the Amitabha Sutra was able to protect the soul from extinction and the nature from sleep, and it was worthy of the name of the source of the sect.

"Thus I have heard... the soul is in heaven. Heaven is the abode of all gods and the altar of all Buddhas."

"Visualize the energy of the stars penetrating the top of your head, penetrating deeper and deeper, combining with your spirit and soul, and rebirth in illusions. Your spirit and soul experience all kinds of illusions. Regardless of everything, keep your mind focused. Visualize a Buddha in the void, named Amitabha, making the Amitabha Dharma Seal. This Buddha is the true face of all beings in heaven and earth. He protects his original thoughts and is not moved by anything. He can avoid disasters... All illusions are false."

Scriptures echoed in Yang An's mind, the essence of Tao permeated the air, and various insights lingered in his heart, but he was always seeing things in a fog, trapped in numerous illusions, unable to see the true colors.

In particular, the boundless anger accumulated in his heart always transformed into various demons, disturbing his mood, and he was never able to keep his heart still and concentrate his thoughts.

“How could this happen? Why can’t I even pass the entry level?” Yang An’s face gradually became gloomy.

I am an ancestor who has been reincarnated for hundreds of years. No matter what method of cultivation I use, it should be something I can master with ease. Why is it so difficult to even get started now?
"System, stop playing dead and come out and talk!"

[The host's true spirit is damaged, spirituality is missing, and the soul is incomplete. Only by swallowing the origin pill can it be repaired. If you want to practice the Amitabha Sutra, you can use the Dao space to enter the state of enlightenment. ]

Yang An looked at the words on the Void Panel, his cheeks trembled, and he immediately understood the reason, and said in a deep voice: "Is it the Immortal God King's hidden trick? Sooner or later, I will fuck him over!"

No wonder his awakening memory has been fading during this period of time. If the general information had not been retained, he would have gone crazy.

Yang An took a deep breath and imprinted the Amitabha Sutra in his mind. Two hours later, he asked, "How many luck points can I exchange for the Amitabha Sutra?"

[Past Amitabha Sutra, the origin of the sect, one of the three sutras of the Great Zen Temple, worth three million luck points, do you want to exchange it? ]

“With three million luck points, can you comprehend the essence of the text of the Past Amitabha Sutra?” Yang An frowned and asked. Luck points were precious, but he had no standard to measure how precious they were.

It has been three months since I returned to Guanjunhou Mansion from Tianzhu Mountain.

During this period, he sold all the dozens of martial arts and Taoist techniques he had collected to the system. Although most of them were common goods, there were some fine products that could be cultivated to the level of Martial Saint or Ghost Immortal.

But after working so hard for two months, he only got 530,000 points of luck. But to perform in the Dao space once, at least 100,000 points of luck were needed.

The effect of the performance space is amazing. After just one performance, he can understand the main points of the scriptures of the Creation Heaven Scripture and the War God Demon Scripture. In half a year at most, he is confident that he can become a powerful human immortal.

As for the Taoist sacrifice space, due to insufficient luck points, it is still unknown what the effect will be.

[System function, please experience it yourself...]

Yang An's mouth twitched, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Exchange!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the void shook slightly, and the gold paper as thin as a cicada's wing in his hand disappeared without a trace.

“Use the Dao-performing space until you understand the Amitabha Sutra in the past…” Yang An exhaled lightly, closed his eyes slightly, and fell into a deep state of enlightenment.

……

Tianzhu Mountain, inside the unpolished jade placenta.

Wang Yi had a calm smile on his face as he quietly read the "Past Amitabha Sutra" in his hand.

Yang An really did not disappoint himself and got the Amitabha Sutra so quickly.

With this sutra, when the spring thunder explodes, your soul will be able to transcend the tribulation and experience the special thunder tribulation of the Yangshen world.

"The past, present and future... It's really exciting. We need to give Yang An some encouragement. If you want the horse to run, you have to make sure it's well fed and well watered..."

(End of this chapter)