Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 72 Don’t worry, I’ll do it to him
Regarding the fact that Arabic numerals appeared in the four continents and became widely known in the land of Qingjing.

Although Zhang Ze was the instigator.

But Lily also bears half the responsibility.

When Zhang Ze updated "Dao Tu Qi Tian" before, he wrote these numbers down as he went along.

After finishing it, he remembered that no one in this world could understand it, but he was too lazy to revise the text, so he made up another story and pretended to be adding more chapters to cover up the matter.

It is said that these symbols originated from the secret codes created by the ancient Phoenix Clan. They correspond to numbers one by one, and there is a mystery in them.

There is a dragon named A'li, but there is no phoenix at all, so Zhang Ze can arrange it however he wants.

When Lily saw it, she thought the way these symbols were written was interesting, so she wrote them all down.

After a few days, all the parts related to numbers in the Qianji props produced by Qianji Pavilion and the accompanying instructions were replaced.

And Lily's explanation is.

"This Phoenix clan secret code looks very classy at first glance."

"If I add it to the Thousand Machines item, I'll be able to raise the price without hesitation."

In short, now in Qingjing, anyone who has read the book written by Zhang Ze and used the props of Qianji Pavilion can recognize these so-called Phoenix clan secret codes.

Also understand their meaning.

"What are these two young masters trying to do with three 6s?"

"Is this some kind of Zen saying?" Chen Qin was puzzled.

Zhang Ze felt that no one else knew the '666' meme except him.

And '6' turned upside down is '9'.
So, Zhang Ze asked.

"9? Do you mean rescue? You want us to rescue you?"

The arrangement of the Buddhist beads changed again, '666' disappeared, and this time '444' appeared.

Of course, from Zhang Ze and Chen Qin's perspective, it is still the other way around.

Zhang Ze asked, looking up at the little monk who was playing puns.

"Which one is you?"

Although for some reason the little monk's substitutes for greed, anger, ignorance and delusion are different from Chen Qin's, one of the two monks is definitely fake.

After hearing Zhang Ze's question, the Buddhist beads started to roll again, but before they could form a pattern, they were shaken away by a breath of air.

The Buddhist beads were scattered and could no longer form a pattern.

The little monk on the right opened his eyes and looked towards Zhang Ze.

His eyes were clear and his heart was like a mysterious lake. The little monk did not speak, but his soft voice sounded in Zhang Ze's ears.

"Donor, you are obsessed."

Hearing this, Zhang Ze raised his eyebrows, but when the little monk said the second sentence, he knew it was fake.

This is so cultural.

"The mirror of emptiness is like the truth, far away from all mental states, and there is no way to manifest it."

The little monk's voice seemed to have a kind of magic that made people unable to help but listen carefully.

"It is true and not empty. All worldly conditions are manifested in it."

Zhang Ze's expression changed from surprise to confusion, and finally to neither sadness nor joy. He put one hand behind his back and walked towards the little monk.

Judging from his expression, he seemed to have attained enlightenment and planned to become a monk at a certain day.

Chen Qin, who didn't know the details, became a little anxious. What would she do if her senior brother became a monk?

She didn't understand why her senior brother became like this just because the little monk looked at him.

Just as Chen Qin was about to step forward to pull her senior brother back, she saw Zhang Ze making a gesture to her with his hands behind his back.

That was their secret code.

This gesture means, don't be impatient, I'm lying.

"I made a great wish to help the world, but today I am lost in the mirror and cannot be freed." The little monk was still trying to deceive Zhang Ze.

"Please give me your support."

When the little monk said this, Zhang Ze had already walked closer.

Zhang Ze smiled at the little monk, and from his expression it seemed that he had converted to Buddhism.

"Little Master," Zhang Ze said.

The little monk also laughed, and then heard the second half of Zhang Ze's words.

"You're eating shit!"

Something suddenly appeared in Zhang Ze's hands behind his back. He raised it and slammed it directly on the little monk's head. The bald head just blocked the hole.

It’s the longevity peach, or the butt, or the Tai Sui of worship.

Worship the Tai Sui of the mountain, destroy life and watch death, devour souls and take away spirits.

Tai Sui is a creature born from Yinquan, and is the most greedy and evil-minded.

It is the nemesis of this kind of thing.

This was originally what Zhang Ze intended to use to deal with his own stand-in.

Unexpectedly, it would come in handy now.

The substitute is created by greed, anger, ignorance and delusion. Once it touches Tai Sui, a wisp of black air is immediately sucked away from it, revealing its true form.

The double was also dressed in black, with only the stature similar to the little monk and no facial features. At this time, the double had lost all its Buddha nature and let out a beast-like roar.

He struggled to take off the Tai Sui on his head, but he couldn't do it. Instead, the Tai Sui sucked him tighter and tighter.

Zhang Ze flipped his right hand, and a hammer made of fine gold appeared in his hand, which he smashed down on the double's chest.

Just as the second blow was about to be struck, the real little monk spoke.

What he said was still so choking.

"Donor, don't be anxious."

This sentence was in a heavy and steady bass voice, as if Tathagata from the 86 version of Journey to the West was speaking in Zhang Ze's ear.

"I'll fuck him!"

The bass voice turned back into a child's, clear and loud.

The real little monk, or Budai Arhat, opened his eyes.

Behind him, a golden light shone brightly, and the shadow of a fat arhat with a kind face and holding a cloth bag appeared out of thin air.

Luohan untied the cloth bag in his hand, and toothless golden pythons swam out of the bag.

The giant pythons entangled themselves and wrapped and swallowed the substitute created by greed, anger, and ignorance.

The ethereal Buddhist sound rang out, shaking the entire space.

As the giant python turned into golden light and disappeared, Tai Sui naturally fell to the ground with a plop.

While Chen Qin was still unable to see the shape of Tai Sui clearly, Zhang Ze immediately put it back into the treasure bag.

"You can't let Junior Sister see this thing clearly."

Fortunately, Chen Qin's attention was always on Luohan Jin and he didn't look over here.

The Arhat's golden body dissipated, and the little monk's face turned pale, as if he had consumed a lot of energy. But he stood up by himself without Zhang Ze's help.
The little monk put his hands together and bowed to Zhang Ze, "Thank you for your help."

"How did you know he was fake?"

This is what he is most curious about now.

Zhang Ze thought about it and didn't think that the stand-in had a high level of education, so he faked his true feelings at a glance.

He felt that he should still show some respect to Budai Arhat.

Zhang Ze said seriously, "Master, your Buddhist teachings are profound. Today, you enlightened me with just three sentences, unlike that fake who talks so much nonsense."

"Indeed." The little monk felt that what Zhang Ze said was right and it resonated with him.

"Don't call me Master, my Dharma name in this life is Hui Xuan, so you can just call me Hui Xuan."

"My name is Zhang Ze, and this is my junior sister Chen Qin."

After learning the names, Zhang Ze also asked the questions that were in his mind.

"I also have something I don't understand. I wonder if Master Huixuan could help me clear it up."

"Please speak, Mr. Zhang."

"Did Master Huixuan enter this secret realm also for the matter of Hancheng?"

"Is there anything wrong with Hancheng?" Zhang Ze's words made Huixuan stunned.

"Then how did you get here?" Zhang Ze was puzzled.

"Didn't you guys fall down while walking?" Huixuan asked.

Chen Qin and Zhang Ze shook their heads.

Zhang Ze felt that this was a little outrageous, and he didn't know whether this Arhat was serious or just joking with him, so he continued to ask.

"But didn't you just give me some Zen advice this morning?"

"Which sentence?" Huixuan touched his bald head and really couldn't remember.

"Life is but a dream."

"I say this to everyone when I'm trying to persuade them," Huixuan replied.

"So what did you really want to tell me at that time?" Zhang Ze's eyelids twitched.

Huixuan clasped his hands together and said in a deep voice, "Just one last word. Don't overthink it. If you don't agree, just do it."

"That's all."

"No more?" Zhang Ze asked.

"No more," Huixuan replied.

"Then how did you know that I had doubts that needed to be cleared up?"

Hearing this question, Huixuan continued to explain patiently, "Something went wrong in my previous life, and I was taken to Longhu Mountain to become a Taoist priest for a few years."

"Although I died outside in the second year of my training in the mountains due to my own meddling."

"But I did learn some Taoist techniques of observing qi and face reading, and I haven't forgotten them completely until now."

"This morning, I noticed that the donor's face looked different, so I said this."

"Okay." Zhang Ze nodded.

"Can I ask another question?"

"No problem, please speak."

(End of this chapter)