Zhu Xian: Get ten times the talent, the sword opens the gate of heaven

Before Zhang Xiaofan could answer, Jin Ping'er spoke up:

"The distance from the square to the main hall is steep and rugged, making it extremely difficult to build these ten thousand jade steps."

"Presumably, it must have been the work of hundreds of disciples from your Tianyin Temple, taking several years to complete."

At this point, Jin Ping'er looked at Master Puhong and asked:
"Old monk, is that so?"

Master Puhong wasn't angry that Jin Ping'er called him "old monk." Instead, he smiled kindly and said:
"No."

"These ten thousand jade steps were built by my junior brother Puzhi, who considered that the common people are ordinary people and do not have the great abilities of cultivators. The cliffs and precipices in the county are dangerous."

Therefore, his junior brother Puzhi single-handedly spent several years constructing these ten thousand white jade steps.

"Hiss!" Upon hearing this, Jin Ping'er looked incredulous.

In her view, Puzhi was one of the four great monks of Tianyin Temple, with an extremely high status, and was a leading figure in the cultivation of Tao.

But this highly respected monk, in order to make it safer and easier for the people to offer incense and worship Buddha, spent several years working alone to create these ten thousand white jade steps.

Even she, a member of the demonic sect, greatly admired this monk Puzhi; he truly deserved the title of "divine monk."

And this Master Puhong, whose cultivation has reached the supreme realm of Taiqing, is still so approachable, which truly impressed her.

However, Jin Ping'er thought of Pu Kong, one of the four great monks.

He had a fiery temper and never gave her a kind look throughout the journey, his eyes revealing undisguised murderous intent.

This Pukong is hardly a divine monk; he should be called a bald donkey.

Zhang Xiaofan listened to what Master Puhong said without any change in his expression.

After all, Puzhi was the one who killed his parents and massacred the entire Caomiao Village; he couldn't possibly praise Puzhi now...

Wouldn't that seem abnormal?

Master Puhong looked at Zhang Xiaofan, who had no expression on his face, and sighed, thinking to himself that his junior brother Puzhi had always been compassionate for hundreds of years.

However, the massacre of Caomiao Village was a mistake, a grave mistake, an irreparable mistake.

Even among members of the Demonic Sect, very few would do such a thing.

With a sigh, Master Puhong led Zhang Xiaofan and Jin Ping'er onwards.

Before long, we arrived at the Mahavira Hall.

At this moment, hundreds of people have come to the Mahavira Hall to wander around or offer incense devoutly.

Master Puhong first went into the main hall of the Mahavira Hall, lit three incense sticks, and bowed three times to the Guanyin Bodhisattva statue above.

After doing all this, he looked at Jin Ping'er again and said:

"Benefactor Jin, I need to take Benefactor Zhang to the forbidden area to see someone, so it's inconvenient for me to take you there. I apologize!"

Seeing that Master Puhong was speaking so politely, Jin Ping'er smiled and replied:
"Old monk, please don't be so polite. I can't go to the forbidden area. Jin Ping'er understands this."

"Thank you for your understanding, benefactor Jin." Master Puhong said, pressing his palms together, then looked at a one-armed monk in the distance and said:
"Fashan, take Benefactor Jin to rest. Make sure to prepare a fine guest room."

"Dharma good?"

Zhang Xiaofan murmured to himself, his gaze fixed on the distance.

There, a burly young monk with a missing arm walked over.

Back then, the hot-blooded Fa-sun opposed him and had his arm severed.

Later, he also saw Fashan in the Western Death Swamp, but they didn't interact much at the time.

I wonder if, after eleven years, Fashan still has the same impulsiveness he had back then.

Soon, Fashan arrived, first looking at Master Puhong, and then putting his palms together and saying:

"master!"

Then, with a sincere smile, he looked at Zhang Xiaofan and said:
"Junior Brother Zhang!"

"Benefactor Jin!" Seeing Fashan's sincere smile, Zhang Xiaofan knew that Fashan's Buddhist practice must have greatly improved in the past eleven years.

So, Zhang Xiaofan smiled and looked at Fashan, saying:

“Brother Fashan, it’s been a long time. Now that we meet again, your understanding of Buddhism has become even more profound.”

"Haha..." Fashan laughed loudly twice, then patted Zhang Xiaofan on the shoulder with one hand and said with a smile:
"What is my little bit of cultivation? When Senior Brother Faxiang came back last time, he told me that Junior Brother Zhang's cultivation has now reached the peak of Shangqing."

"With such cultivation, in the current cultivation world, only my master Master Puhong, Dao Xuan Zhenren of Qingyun Sect, and Yun Yilan of Fenxiang Valley are above you."

"Junior Brother Zhang is indeed as talented as I am. Fa Shan is ashamed."

"Haha..." Zhang Xiaofan didn't say anything, but laughed as well, and then patted Fashan on the shoulder with his big hand.

Golden light flowed from the large hand, surging into Fashan's body.

"Hmph!" Fashan felt a jolt in his body and subconsciously let out a muffled groan.

The next moment, he felt a pure and ultimate Brahma Prajna True Essence rapidly surging into his body.

Such profound true energy is equivalent to at least several decades of his arduous cultivation.

However, true essence is the foundation of one's magical power. Zhang Xiaofan is sacrificing some of his own cultivation to pass on true essence to him, helping him to greatly increase his cultivation.

Thinking of this, Fa Shan stared at Zhang Xiaofan with wide, bulging eyes, and exclaimed excitedly:

"Junior Brother Zhang, don't sacrifice your true essence for me..."

Zhang Xiaofan shook his head and said:
“I have felt guilty day and night for the past eleven years since I cut off your arm.”

"If Senior Brother Fashan doesn't accept the True Essence, does he intend for me to continue feeling guilty?"

"this?"

"this?"

"this?"

Fa Shan touched his head, feeling that receiving the true essence was bad, but not receiving it would make his junior brother Zhang feel guilty.

In fact, after maturing over the past eleven years, he realized that Zhang Xiaofan had brought it upon himself by cutting off his arm, and therefore he no longer resented Zhang Xiaofan.

Not knowing what to do, Fashan could only turn his gaze to Master Puhong beside him.

Master Puhong nodded and said:

“Fashan, Benefactor Zhang has already cultivated to the supreme realm of Taiqing, and his magical power is incomparably profound.”

"Once you obtain his true essence, you will surely be able to break through to the Upper Clarity Realm. It will be equivalent to at least thirty years of your hard work, and this true essence is incomparably profound, even surpassing that of your master."

"With this true essence, you will have a solid foundation, and you will be able to cultivate to at least the peak of Shangqing in the future."

"Please accept this; it is a token of Zhang's goodwill."

"The supreme realm... Taiqing?"

Fashan stared wide-eyed at Zhang Xiaofan in disbelief and said:
"Holy crap, are you trying to fly?!"

He knew that Zhang Xiaofan had only been cultivating for seventeen years.

Most cultivators only need seventeen years, and may not even reach the fourth level of the Jade Purity Realm.

Zhang Xiaofan reached the Taiqing realm in just seventeen years, and he cultivated Buddhism, Taoism, and Demonism together, making him comparable to... no... he should be said to have surpassed... the Qingye Zhenren of a thousand years ago.

Having received Master Puhong's permission, Fashan looked at Zhang Xiaofan with immense gratitude, then hugged him tightly with one arm, exclaiming excitedly:

"Junior Brother Zhang, thank you very much!"

After saying that, Fashan quickly sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, made a hand seal, and began to circulate the Great Brahma Prajna, refining the massive amount of pure and supreme true essence on the spot.

(End of this chapter)