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Chapter 83: The Successor of Lanke Temple (2 chapters combined into one, please subscribe!)
"You should have passed the death mission, right?"

The man in feathered robe and tall crown chuckled and spoke in a gentle voice.

"not yet."

Yang Chen knew that in the six reincarnation spaces, after reincarnating in four or five worlds, the reincarnator would lose his youthfulness and would have to enter the death mission. The death mission was equivalent to an assessment, and only by passing the death mission could one become a senior reincarnator.

Continue to carry out the reincarnation mission!

Simply put, the six reincarnation spaces are like raising Gu.

The weak and the useless will be eliminated in the death mission, and even the strong will sometimes be deliberately targeted!
After all, luck is also part of strength.

If you don't have any luck, you'll be useless even if you survive.

The six reincarnation spaces never keep idle or useless people.

"You have opened the five orifices, but you haven't entered the death mission yet?" The man in feathered clothes and tall crown looked at Yang Chen deeply, a little surprised, and at the same time somewhat meaningful.

"not yet."

Yang Chen repeated it again.

"Then you're on your own, you'll be on a death mission in just one world at most!

People like you who have broken the five orifices but have not yet entered the death mission will often receive special care from the Six Paths!
The probability of death is extremely high!" said the man in feathered robes and tall crown, with a mixture of pity and sympathy.

"Thank you for reminding."

Yang Chen smiled faintly.

In fact, he already knew this.

Logically speaking, he and Jiang Zhiwei had already broken through the four thresholds and should have entered the death mission.

But Yang Chen knew that the key to their team was Meng Qi. Only when Meng Qi's realm was raised and met the requirements of the death mission, would the team be able to enter the death mission!

By then, their death mission will be more difficult than ever before!
If Yang Chen goes in now, not only will he not be able to pass quickly, he won’t even be able to save his life!

"During the battle at Yuhai City, we saw that you had great potential and wanted to recruit you as a member of our organization."

The man in feathered robe and tall hat got back to business.

"Just a preparer, forget it."

Yang Chen shook his head slightly and disagreed.

The preparers are only peripheral members and cannot have contact with the official members of Xianji, let alone have a title.

To Yang Chen, the title means nothing, but he cannot get in touch with the leader of the immortals, Lingbao Tianzun Chonghe. How can he learn the Three Pure Ones in One Breath and the Zhuxian Sword Formation?
Yang Chen said: "I am just a reserve member. Could it be that I don't have the strength to become a full member of Xianji?"

The man in feathered robe and tall crown said, "That's not true. Not all of us, the official members of Xianji, are very strong.

Generally speaking, as long as the potential reincarnationists we carefully train can survive the death mission, they will be eligible to take the assessment. Once they pass the assessment, they can become official members of Xianji.

For non-reincarnated beings to join the Immortal Realm, they generally need to reach the state of harmony between heaven and man."

At this point, the man in the feathered robe and tall crown paused, looking relaxed and contented. He said in a calm tone, "You have actually reached the minimum standard to join the Immortal Traces, but you have not yet passed the Death Mission. For now, you can only be a reserve."

"In that case, please go back."

Yang Chen closed his eyes and said no more.

The man in feathered robe and tall crown sighed softly and advised:

"It's not that I don't want to do it, it's that I can't. You haven't passed the death mission, nor taken the Immortal Records assessment, but you suddenly became a formal member. How will the people in the Immortal Records view you?

The power of the Immortals is huge, and the resources they possess are enough to help you increase the possibility of passing the death mission!
Are you really not going to reconsider? Becoming a reserve member will also allow you to enjoy some of the immortal resources."

Yang Chen said nothing.

Seeing this, the man in the feathered robe and tall crown said helplessly, "Forget it. I know you have lofty ambitions and are unwilling to be just a preparer. I will leave you a talisman. When you figure it out in the future, light it, and someone will come to find you."

As soon as the words fell, the dense fog shook violently like a frightened snake, and then retreated rapidly like a tide.

Yang Chen looked up and saw that the man in feathered robe and tall crown had disappeared without a trace, as if he had never appeared.

The boat is sailing slowly.

Still moving steadily on the lake.

Meng Qi, Zhen Hui and others were like old monks in meditation, immersed in regulating their breathing and meditating, completely unaware of the changes in the outside world.

Behind, the boatman was like a wooden sculpture, rowing his oars in the same unchanging manner, with a frequency as fast as the wind. With the help of the whistling wind, the boat was moving like an arrow, rushing through the water.

"The location techniques are truly extraordinary."

Yang Chen stared at the shimmering lake, feeling a sense of uncertainty and uncertainty.

In a trance, it seemed that the appearance of the man in feathered robe and tall crown was just a beautiful dream.

Now that I'm awake, there's naturally no trace left.

Yang Chen looked down at the yellowed talisman in his hand, which had intricate and incomprehensible patterns that looked like heavenly script.

If he had not anticipated that Xie Jiugui was related to the immortal traces and had always paid attention to observing the surrounding environment, it would have been difficult for him to notice the quiet arrival of the master from outside.

It can do it without anyone noticing, avoiding your own vigilance and not alerting others at all.

Such means and such strength are absolutely beyond the reach of ordinary mortals!
"It's worthy of being called a fairyland."

After seeing the powerful masters of Xianji's external scenes, Yang Chen became more determined to join Xianji.

Of course, the more powerful the organization you can join, the better!

Just like becoming an apprentice, shouldn’t you find a strong person to rely on? Should you provide for his retirement?

Yang Chen raised his eyebrows and quietly put the talisman into his arms.

In this treacherous world, more organizations, more backers, and more paths are always beneficial.

"But I'm just a reserve, which is not what I want. I still have to continue killing bandits and complete Qu Jiuniang's mission as soon as possible..."

Yang Chen looked at the lake, and the graceful and beautiful proprietress of the first restaurant in Hanhai suddenly appeared in his mind.

Qu Jiuniang has the ability to see outside and is also affiliated with Xianji. It can be seen that Xianji's strength is truly terrifying.

He was willing to let such a powerful man from outside hide in the city and take on the position of innkeeper.

This kind of work is definitely not ordinary!
“The assessment to become a full member of Xianji is extremely difficult, and only a few people successfully pass it!

Even masters who have achieved the state of unity between man and nature and half a step into the realm of outer scenery rarely pass the test..."

Yang Chen knew that there was no other reason why he could not become an official member of Xianji.

It’s because his current strength is still too weak!

If he is strong enough, no conditions will exist. On the contrary, Xianji will ask him to join!
"After going through one more reincarnation world, I will enter the death mission. I must continue to improve my strength!

“One is to survive the death mission!
“The second is to join the Immortal Traces and resonate with martial arts!

"There are several opportunities waiting for me in the desert that will help me improve my strength, and I can also meet the monsters of the world...

No, it should be said that he is the descendant of the Demon Saint!"

……

"Brother, look!"

The next day, Meng Qi was surprised and looked at the lights in front of him.

Only half a day after they set out to fish in the sea, the four of them encountered a fierce sandstorm on their way to Tanhan.

The sandstorms were like raging waves in the sea, engulfing the sky and blocking out the sun, spreading across the land, as if to bury everything in the world.

The power of heaven and earth is truly terrifying.

But unexpectedly, in the midst of the wind and sand, there was a Buddhist temple that looked brand new.

This temple is not large, just like a palace, and it is not luxurious. It is built with rocks commonly found in the Gobi Desert.

It was gray and had no luster at all.

Yet, it inexplicably exudes a sense of simplicity and tranquility. In this time of dust and sand, the sky is dim, seeing this Buddhist temple and looking at the tiny green lamps inside the temple, inexplicably gives people an indescribable sense of physical and mental peace.

It feels like being in a pure land on earth.

"It shouldn't be a dangerous place, right?" Meng Qi's senses were affected by the wind and sand, so he could only take a rough look.

Yang Chen had already walked to the temple gate and knocked gently.

"Amitabha, the sandstorm is fierce, so there's no need to be so polite." A clear voice came from the temple.

It is like the sound of Buddhist chanting, ethereal and pleasant to the ears.

Yang Chen pushed open the temple door and looked up. The first thing that caught his eye was the stone statue of Buddha with a kind and compassionate face.

The stone statue is in the Nirvana Seal, with a green lamp flickering in front of it. The dim light fills the room with peace and tranquility.

A young monk sat cross-legged in front of a Buddha statue. The monk was about twenty years old. Although his facial features were not outstanding, he exuded a refreshing and otherworldly temperament. It was a feeling that Meng Qi tried hard to imitate, but he always lacked some of the charm.

Senior Brother Yang, have you finally met a powerful opponent?
Meng Qi knew that Yang Chen didn't like socializing, so he clasped his hands together and bowed respectfully, "Amitabha, thank you Master for taking me in."

Although he had not shaved his head for more than ten days and a light layer of black hair had grown on his head, he was subconsciously familiar with Buddhist etiquette and performed it naturally.

The young monk smiled calmly and said in a gentle voice:

"Junior brother, there's no need for formalities. I built this Buddhist temple in this desolate desert to provide a place of refuge for those who have lost their way. The Pure Land is not only in the Elysium, but also exists in the heart, accompanying every devout monk."

"Brother, you actually built this Buddhist temple?"

Meng Qi asked with a look of astonishment on his face.

In Buddhism, when people meet each other, if they don’t know each other’s Dharma names, they can call each other Master, or they can call each other Brother or Junior.

The young monk pointed with his right hand, signaling Meng Qi and the other three to sit on the ground, and then smiled and said:
"I have been here for more than half a year. I built this Buddhist temple brick by brick, all by myself."

"Brother, this is truly a meritorious deed."

Zhenhui's face was full of admiration and she praised him sincerely.

Could he be an ascetic monk? Meng Qi frowned slightly.

The young monk still had a calm and detached smile on his face. He said slowly to the few people:
"On the day I descended the mountain, I made a vow before the Buddha statue: to build forty-nine Buddhist temples in the barren lands of the Gobi Desert in the Western Regions, to provide rest and shelter for passersby."

After that, he paused, laughed at himself and said:

"It's also for the sake of merit. My name is Hongneng. I wonder what the three of you are called? And what's the name of this donor?"

"I am Zhending, my senior monks are Zhenchen and Zhenhui, and this is Miss Bai."

Meng Qi introduced them one by one, and then asked:
"I wonder which mountain sect you are from, Senior Brother?"

Hong Neng was about to answer, but suddenly smiled and said, "This place doesn't prohibit monsters. Please come in, benefactor."

"Monster?" Meng Qi turned around in surprise and looked towards the temple gate, thinking to himself: Could a monster be coming?
Zhenhui's eyes were burning with excitement, as if she was looking forward to what was about to appear.

The temple door was slowly pushed open.

A man carrying a package walked in. He was thin, with a gaunt face and slightly furrowed brows. He exuded a coldness from head to toe, making people feel intimidated.

"Brother Zhenguan!"

Zhenhui couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Meng Qi also recognized the man at a glance.

It was the Zhenguan who had been expelled from the temple for attacking him madly, the Zhenguan who walked out of the secret passage in the back mountain of Shaolin, and the Zhenguan who was said by his master to have turned into a half-demon!
When Zhenguan saw Meng Qi and Zhenhui, a sinister smile appeared on his already thin face, and he said quietly:
"So it's Junior Brother Zhending! It's truly wonderful to meet an old friend in a foreign land. How are you?"

After saying that, he walked straight towards Meng Qi.

A layer of fine black scales emerged on the face and back of the hands, just like a human-shaped poisonous snake, exuding evil spirit that directly pressed into people's hearts, making them feel frightened, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

But when he saw Yang Chen sitting next to Meng Qi, his pupils suddenly shrank, like a mouse seeing a cat.

"sit down."

Yang Chen spoke lightly.

Zhenguan paused, took a look at the peerless and unfathomable Yang Chen, secretly estimated his own strength, then silently picked up the package and walked to the opposite side to sit down.

He gave up so quickly... Meng Qi was secretly amazed. He had just seen the demonic power bursting out at full strength. The aura was terrifying. Even though it was not as strong as An Guoxie and Yuan Mengzhi, it was not far behind.

Judge from the confrontation of qi.

Zhenguan probably has the strength of eight orifices. Without the help of thunderstorms, this is already the limit of his life!

But he didn't expect that in front of Yang Chen, Zhen Guan didn't even dare to say a word of provocation!
However, thinking of Yang Chen's notorious reputation in Shaolin, Meng Qi felt that Zhen Guan's reaction was not surprising.

"Tell me the truth about your experiences during this period."

When Zhen Guan heard Yang Chen's commanding words, he immediately shouted angrily, "Don't go too far!"

The young monk Hongneng chanted the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, the poison of anger has entered my body, and there is no recovery. Please remain calm."

His clear voice echoed in the small temple, every word pleasing to the ears and going straight into the heart, distant and peaceful, like the evening drum and morning bell, as if to awaken the dreamer who was sinking in the sea of suffering.

Zhenguan was stunned, looked at Yang Chen, then looked at the compassionate Hongneng, and fell silent again.

Hongneng chanted the Buddha's name again, his eyes solemn and compassionate as he looked at the package carried by Zhenguan.

"Amitabha, all living beings are empty. The donor is already entangled in the karma of killing, so why add to the sin?"

Zhenguan smiled!
He opened the package in a daze.

Two heads pickled in lime were revealed, and Zhenguan's mouth curled up, as if he felt happy:

"They killed my parents and wiped out my entire family. Today is just karma, retribution!

Seventy-two heads, only eighteen have been picked so far, and there are still fifty-four waiting!"

"Amitabha, when will the cycle of revenge end? Sins, sins, sins. You have already fallen into the sea of suffering of Shura. Why don't you let go of your obsession and follow me to build a Buddhist temple in this desolate place, accumulate merit, and seek liberation in the next life?"

Hongneng sighed softly and tried his best to comfort her.

Yang Chen had already understood that it was the 72 bandits of Helian Mountain, a descendant of the "Living Yama" You Haoduo, the grandson of the crying old man, who made Zhen Guan an orphan, so he returned to the Western Regions to seek revenge.

Only at this moment will we meet again in this vast ocean.

After hearing Hongneng's admonition, Zhenguan laughed out loud: "Why didn't the master tell them at that time that yesterday's cause will have today's result? This is the Buddha's teaching."

"Today's cause will be tomorrow's result. It is difficult to get rid of the cause and effect. Don't you understand?"

Hongneng suddenly shouted, like the sound of a huge bell, imitating the elder monk's words of a wake-up call:
"Why don't you quickly put down your butcher knife, break away from cause and effect, and become a Buddha right here!"

When it comes to debating, Zhenguan is no match for Hongneng.

After a few arguments, he was left speechless. He simply stopped talking and stared blankly at the ground.

Although Hongneng was eloquent, he failed to persuade Zhenguan to repent. He was a little discouraged for a moment, so he closed his eyes and turned his rosary beads.

Yang Chen said nothing, but just resonated with Hongneng's martial arts.

Hongneng's previous performance made him feel as if he was facing a great monk, and he thought he could not resonate with his martial arts.

Now it seems that even though Hongneng, who is in his twenties, has a deep Buddhist nature and is indifferent to worldly affairs, he still lacks the composure to remain calm in the face of praise or criticism and to accept the emptiness of all things.

This discouraged and angry behavior is suitable for his age.

Yang Chen felt somewhat relieved. After all, if Hong Neng had been calmer, he wouldn't have been able to resonate with his martial arts.

Hongneng is the successor of Lankao Temple. Lankao Temple and Shaolin are both one of the four Buddhist temples, and their inheritance is extraordinary.

Hongneng has a unique skill that Yang Chen lacks.

This unique skill can greatly enhance his strength and survivability!

It can even help him complete the mission of the six reincarnations better.

The Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation does not have this unique skill!
(End of this chapter)