Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 58: The monk will let you understand what the devil should be like

More than a month later.

Lingjiu Palace, main hall.

Although the young monk was still wearing a white monk's robe, the texture of the clothes was much better than before. I don't know whether it was made of silk or satin.

He sat lazily in the main seat, his arms resting on the armrests, listening to Granny Yu's report below:
"My Lord, all eight divisions of disciples have mastered the Eight Powers, and among them, the disciples of the Water Division are the fastest in cultivating the Circulating Water Power."

"Naturally, the Lingjiu Palace's entry-level martial art, 'Ice Harvesting Technique,' is known for its use of ice. With ice in the palm of your hand, there's energy within the ice. Practicing Circulating Water Energy will naturally benefit from this."

Zhuang Buyan tapped the armrest with his fingertips:
"Most of you have average talent. If you want to cultivate on your own, I'm afraid it will take another twenty to thirty years."

"Fortunately, the monk is skilled in both martial arts and medicine. He has created a martial art specifically for you that can be combined with the Eight Powers, so that you can practice internal energy while walking, sitting, or lying down."

"In addition, I once used the method of generating a vortex suction force from every acupuncture point on Bei Ming's body, allowing me to achieve the state of unity between man and nature."

"If you are in this state while practicing internal energy, it can be said to be divinely assisted. The speed of improving your internal energy can be increased by at least three to five times."

"And achieving the unity of man and nature is even more difficult for you."

"The monks then applied this technique to acupuncture, inserting the needles into the major acupuncture points throughout the body to stimulate the meridians. This stimulated the body to produce a vortex of suction, forcing the body into a state of emptiness and boundlessness."

"Using needles as a medium to connect to the Taixu Qi and return the spirit to the spiritual palace is called the 'Taixu Lingshu Acupuncture Method'. By combining these two methods, within five years, you will surely be able to achieve the power of Jiazi."

He glanced at the Plum Sword, Orchid Sword, Bamboo Sword, and Chrysanthemum Sword on both sides and said:
"Over the past few days, both the auxiliary cultivation methods and acupuncture techniques have been passed down to you four sisters. It will be up to you to pass them on. Don't forget to tell them that when practicing internal skills, they must prepare plenty of nourishing foods."

"As you command, I'll take note of it."

The four sisters said in unison.

Zhuang Bu Ran turned his gaze towards Granny Yu:

"Send some disciples out to find out what major events have occurred in the martial arts world over the past year."

"Yes."

More than a month passed in a flash.

A young monk went down the Tianshan Mountains alone and headed eastward. On the way, he seemed to have discovered something and couldn't help laughing.

When approaching Mount Songshan, I randomly found an inn and asked the waiter to serve me a few bowls of vegetarian noodles without animal oil.

Sitting by the window on the west side, a man who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a green shirt, with beautiful eyebrows, bright eyes, fair skin and extremely handsome appearance, smiled inexplicably.

His big, dark eyes revealed a willful and egocentric spirit, as if he felt that if he ran out for a stroll and met such a good-looking little monk, he would be doing himself a disservice if he didn't tease him for a while.

Then he smiled and shouted:
"Little monk, all you want are some plain noodles, vegetables and mushrooms, without any oil or water. Why don't you come to my place? I will treat you to white meat and roast chicken."

Zhuang Bu Ran took a look and knew that this was a woman disguised as a man. The unintentional expression of her temperament was full of eccentricity and willfulness. He roughly guessed who she was.

He sat down at an empty table by himself. When the plain noodles arrived, the woman in green found the young monk's indifferent look even more amusing.

He came straight over with a bowl of chicken noodle soup and sat down without any hesitation.

Zhuang Bu Ran didn't even raise his eyelids, eating his noodles leisurely, when he saw the woman in green clothes suddenly scream in surprise, and picked up a small black beetle on the table with her left hand:

"Little monk, look, isn't this insect strange?"

Seeing that the young monk still ignored her, she could not help but say angrily:

"You little monk are so boring! Don't you think this insect shell is hard and shiny, like it's coated with oil?"

At this time, one of the four men in bamboo hats who were sitting in a secluded place seemed to have lost his patience and cursed her in a low voice, "Bitch."

Immediately, a white object flew out of the sleeve, dancing in the wind like a flowing cloud, and passed around the crowd in the lobby.

As he passed behind the woman in green, she cried out in pain, and the diners around her looked terrified. Suddenly, a deep wound appeared on her back, staining her back red. Within a few moments, the area where she was sitting had become a pool of blood.

"Which despicable bastard actually plotted against someone from behind?" The woman in green endured the severe pain and shouted to the people around her.

She looked fiercely at the diners at the table next to her:
"Did you see who made the move just now?"

These people had frosted faces, and it was obvious that they were from the lower classes of the underworld. One of them stuttered slightly and said:
“I haven’t seen anyone take action yet.”

"waste."

The woman in green casually threw out a few poisonous needles, knocking them to the ground, causing them to wail incessantly, and then they died.

Seeing this, many diners in the lobby knew that this place might become a place of trouble, so they got up and left.

The innkeeper and the waiter seemed to be accustomed to it and hid in an unknown corner familiarly.

Suddenly, there were only a few people left in the lobby.

The young monk continued to eat his noodles as if no one was around, while the woman in green sternly looked at the four men in bamboo hats sitting in a secluded corner. Seeing their evasive behavior, she immediately said:

"Looks like it's you guys, you little bastards who only know how to hide and plot against others. Do you know who I am?"

"Bitch, how dare you disturb my master while he's having his meal!" Someone slammed the table and stood up.

The woman in green was startled for a moment, then thought for a moment before looking at the young monk who had already finished his noodles.

"Well, I thought you were a strict and disciplined monk, but you turned out to be a fickle monk. It turns out you are the culprit!"

As she spoke, a black iron silver needle suddenly shot out from her mouth.

Zhuang Bu Ran snapped his fingers, and with a "swish" sound, the black iron silver needle flew away, and another finger force knocked the woman in green to the ground.

"Chrysanthemum Sword, your Circulating Wind Power Paper Butterfly technique has achieved some success."

He stood up and said casually:
"Zhu Jian, use your Zhou Liu Tu Jin to show the monk whether the Snake Fang Jing is successful."

"Yes, my lord."

A person in a light green dress and a bamboo hat walked quickly towards them. There was also a vine around her waist.

In a few breaths, the vine transformed itself and crawled towards the seriously injured woman in green who was lying on the ground like a spirit snake. Poisonous thorns continued to emerge from the vine.

"My brother-in-law is Xiao Feng, and my father is the King of Zhennan in Dali. If you harm me, they..."

The woman in green, A Zi, was sweating profusely. She had no idea that she had bumped into a tough guy. Looking at the strange vines, she shouted hurriedly, but before she could finish her words, she was pierced by the sharp thorns and screamed miserably.

"Monks are also cruel and tyrannical, and extremely self-centered people, but the confidence that supports all of this lies in their own strength."

"You are a person with low martial arts skills and shallow poison techniques. What makes you think you can act according to your own preferences?"

"You just do whatever you want, and just want to entertain me, right? Then the monk will show you what a demon should be like."

The young monk's eyes fell on the bamboo sword:

"'Snake Fang Thorn' has already entered the house. This is 'Devil Thorn'. Watch it carefully."

He slowly raised his hand, using the Qianyuan technique in the Zhouliu Tu Jin to quickly transform the vines on Ah Zi's body into a barbed net.

The spikes on each vine suddenly grew larger, the screams in the lobby stopped, and a human-shaped hedgehog ball appeared.

The young monk placed a piece of silver on the table slowly and casually said:
"Shopkeeper, please collect the body."

After saying that, he strode out. The four sisters knew very well that they had gone down the mountain secretly and followed him all the way. They were afraid that they would have been discovered by their master long ago, so they hurriedly chased after him.

(End of this chapter)