Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 579 You do the first day of the month, I'll do the fifteenth.

A light drizzle was falling, and in the misty rain, one could vaguely see an old monk walking alone on the official road.

Suddenly, a faint sound was heard behind me, as if something was coming through the air.

The monk casually reached out and scooped it up, but it felt light and airy in his hand. When he opened his palm, he found it was a transparent needle, which instantly turned into a drop of water and slid down his palm.

It turns out that these fine needles were formed from rainwater.

The old monk gazed into the woods and chuckled, "The Sword God is indeed fast." He sighed softly, "Since you're here, why bother with all the hiding and concealment?"

A rustling sound came from the woods, and Ren Shaoyang, dressed in flowing white robes, strolled out gracefully, sneering, "What a fine old monk who only cares about showing off his words! We're not finished yet, why are you running away?"

The old monk laughed and said, "If we fight again, I'm afraid the entire Leigu Mountain will collapse, and the people at the foot of the mountain will probably be reduced to less than one in ten. The killing is too excessive."

Ren Shaoyang spat and sneered, "You monk say one thing and do another, I don't believe you for a second."

"I didn't fool you after all?" The old monk patted his head and laughed, "Indeed, the one who understands me is the Sword God."

Ren Shaoyang snorted coldly: "A person can be shameless, but not this shameless."

The old monk chuckled and said, "Since you know my style, I wonder if you dare to follow suit?"

"Where?"

"Solong Town".

Ren Shaoyang asked in surprise, "Didn't you consider that dragon your lifeblood? How could you bear to let me ruin it?"

The old monk paused for a moment, then said slowly, "Under normal circumstances, it would be fine, but everything is preordained." He looked at the white-robed man, "He will surely become a 'True Person'."

Ren Shaoyang shook his head repeatedly and said, "I don't believe you." He waved his hand, "But I really want to go and see that future 'leader'."

The old monk gestured and laughed, "Sword God, please." He turned and left, saying, "We've come a long way together, so instead of fistfights, how about we compare our 'God-Slayer' skills?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Using spiritual techniques to attack each other's Yin spirits?"

The old monk laughed and said, "I am confused by the phenomena of Buddha and demon, and the deeper my obsession, the harder it is to break free. But the Sword God's 'Harmony with Heavenly Laws' is in accordance with the Way of Heaven and does not fall into falsehood. We can learn from each other and test the sharpness of our primordial spirits."

Ren Shaoyang followed up and said, "I understand. So it's the method of attacking gods, which is to 'use gods to force gods to their doom,' making people cripple themselves."

The old monk stopped and clapped his hands, laughing, "Understanding one thing leads to understanding everything!" As he spoke, his gaze suddenly sharpened.

Ren Shaoyang looked up and felt that the gaze pierced straight through the divine palace. In an instant, he lost all senses and his mind went blank.

Suddenly, the white-robed man shook his body slightly, his gaze calm and serene, devoid of joy, sorrow, or murderous intent, only a clear and empty void. The old monk met his gaze, and without a sound, the rain curtain between them abruptly cleared, all the raindrops freezing in mid-air, glistening like pearls.

The sweeping monk suddenly covered his forehead, as if struck by an invisible blow, and staggered half a step.

Suddenly, Ren Shaoyang chuckled, and then the old monk swayed slightly, and the strange power of "striking the god" suddenly disappeared.

It turns out that in that instant, Ren Shaoyang's "Harmony with Heaven's Laws" had already demonstrated its power.

The old monk felt that wherever the white-robed man's gaze fell, his "primordial spirit" was immediately forced back.

In that gaze as clear as the void, the old monk began to question his own existence. All memories, emotions, obsessions, and even the concept of "I" were rapidly fading away and returning to nothingness.

In that instant, he almost forgot who he was.

The old monk's expression changed several times. After catching his breath for a while, he finally asked, "Is this also the Harmonious Heavenly Law?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "This is called: the tranquil illumination of the spiritual platform."

"Good!" the old monk laughed. "Please!" He then strode away.

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "Okay." He glanced to the side, smiled slightly, and turned to follow.

A monk and a layman walked side by side, disappearing in an instant at the end of the official road.

The wind and rain gradually intensified, and the sunlight filtering through the treetops became faint and dim.

"boom!"

Thunder rumbled from the east, and white rain poured down like a long ribbon, growing heavier and heavier.

With a crack, an old tree beside the official road was struck and instantly burst into flames, crackling and burning.

A figure strode towards us in the rain.

He had a bald head, thick eyebrows, a tall and imposing figure, and eyes that were like cold lightning, faintly revealing a sense of sorrow.

He wore a red robe that looked like it was burning with raging fire, or perhaps it was soaked in blood.

This person was none other than Ding An, who had personally killed the little beggar.

Ding'an took a few steps and was about to leave when his expression suddenly changed drastically. He looked around with surprise and doubt in his eyes.

"How could this be?"

It turns out that after he mastered the "Kinnara Fist", he could sense whoever was in front of him, whether they were there or not: he could perceive people's presence without even looking.

For example, the little beggar was like water and fire, with substance but no form, as if it were transparent; the Kinnara King was completely transparent, and could not be felt at all; but in Ren Shaoyang's perception, there was not even "emptiness", as if he was the entire vast world, omnipresent and yet nowhere.

As Ding An observed, his expression gradually changed: "I can't see through it at all, I really can't see through it!"

But as he took a step forward, he suddenly caught his breath.

Looking around, the sudden rain had just stopped, and the sky was beginning to brighten.

Ding'an looked up and saw that the sky had changed, and the sun was shining brightly. He heard cicadas chirping loudly, one after another.

It's the dead of winter, how did it suddenly turn into the height of summer?

Not only that, Ding'an's pupils dilated, and a strange sight appeared in his eyes. He saw the blazing sun in the sky falling rapidly, turning into a starry night in the blink of an eye. The evening breeze was gentle and cool on his face, and his ears were filled with the chirping of insects and birds.

Suddenly, the stars appeared sparse, and the Milky Way hung high in the sky. Suddenly, an enormous silver arrow shot in and flew westward.

As the "silver arrow" disappeared below the horizon, night turned into day, and then back into night in an instant.

Flowers bloom and wither, flowers fade and bloom again; roadside plants wither and flourish in an unbelievable cycle, completing the four seasons in an instant.

"what!"

Ding An suddenly came to his senses and, in a daze, realized that he was standing still in the same spot.

The sun had already set below the horizon, and the desolate earth was stained with a breathtaking crimson hue.

Ding'an stood on the blood-red earth, staring blankly at the setting sun.

Suddenly recalling all the past events, the joys and sorrows, the love and hatred, the old grudges and resentments, brings a bitter smile, makes one nostalgic, and also makes one feel lost.

Life's events are like a long scroll, sweeping across the mind, leaving it as blank as a blank canvas. Before one's eyes, everything is golden and red, yet the whole body feels incredibly light, as if transformed into a gentle breeze, impossible to grasp or linger over.

The purple light in Ding'an's eyes dissipated, and he murmured, "What did I do?" He forced a smile and slowly closed his eyes.

Suddenly, he raised his palm and slapped it down on his head.

Just then, he suddenly felt a tight grip on his shoulder, as someone grabbed him and pulled him backward with great force. The person was surprisingly strong, dragging him back two steps.

Before Ding'an could turn around, he was slapped across the face, the pain burning intensely.

He looked up, but saw no one. He stammered, "Who? Who hit me?" He paused, then suddenly burst into tears, crying, "The little beggar is dead! I beat her to death..."

"Fuck you!"

Suddenly, someone heard angry curses in the wind, and then Ding'an was slapped across the face again: "I'll beat you, you dead man with the broken hand, how dare you curse me!"

Ding An was stunned, and said in a trembling voice, "Little, little beggar? You're not dead!" "If I were dead, would I be able to hit you?"

A crimson breeze gathered into the image of a red-sleeved figure, hands on hips, cursing angrily, before suddenly rushing towards Ding An's brow.

Ding'an didn't move, just tilted his head back.

Suddenly, he swayed, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he looked down at his blood-red robe, feeling both surprised and frightened.

"Damn it, that idiot with the broken hand actually tried to kill himself!" Ding An wrinkled his nose and muttered to himself, "Luckily I intervened in time, otherwise he would have really killed himself!" He turned his head and looked at the spot again, his eyes deep: "To have such a miraculous ability, it must be that the cripple left behind a 'harmony' to make the broken hand come back to his senses."

"But the actor who cut off his hand was too bad at acting, so I, the Red-Sleeved Heroine, had to step in. Fine! That old bald thief, you did the first thing, don't blame us for doing the fifteenth!"

Ding An chuckled wickedly, then suddenly his body swayed, transforming into a blood-red whirlwind and disappearing from the spot.
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Meanwhile, Ren Shaoyang and the old monk traveled north, drifting along.

They were all extraordinary individuals, capable of transforming into birds in the heavens and dragons in the water, possessing the power to rival creation and the skill to understand the workings of heaven and earth.

They traveled swiftly along the way, and although they did not exchange blows, they fought each other in a "fighting spirit" style no less than a hundred times.

The two set obstacles for each other, traversing strange peaks and ravines, seeking out passersby to discuss their moves, and fighting amidst grass, trees, wind, and snow. It can be said that they used the ultimate combination of favorable timing, location, and human factors to strike their opponent.

The two traveled from Jiangxi, around Huangshan, into Southern Zhili, and spent several days discussing flowers and scriptures in the Wutong Flower Valley of Tongling. They then headed northeast, circled around Shijian Town, and then headed north.

When they were hungry, they picked some pine nuts, wild mushrooms and fruits and ate them as they walked; when they were thirsty, they drank some spring water; when they were sleepy, they did not sleep, but instead became more and more energetic.

After traveling for only a few days, the two men's spirits not only did not decline, but became even more vigorous.

Soon they entered Suixi County in Huaibei. Ren Shaoyang and the old monk saw an old locust tree, shaped like an umbrella, which could shelter them from the wind and rain. The two went to the tree and sat down to rest.

Suddenly, they heard children's laughter and saw an old man carrying a load on a shoulder pole, leading a small child by the arm.

Under the tree sat a monk and a layman. The old monk had a dignified appearance, and his white robe was as beautiful as a poem or a painting. Neither of them seemed to be ordinary people.

The old man was startled and collapsed to the ground. The little boy cried out, grabbed the old man's leg, and stared at them intently.

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Don't be offended, old man. This monk and I will just rest here for a while."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief: "So that's how it is. I thought we had encountered highway robbers."

“I don’t look like him at all,” Ren Shaoyang said with a laugh. “That old bald thief, on the other hand, does look very much like him.”

The old monk glanced at him and shook his head.

Intimidated by their imposing presence, the old man dared not say a word. He hurriedly got up, shouldered his load, took the child's arm, and walked south with his head down the whole time.

They hadn't gone far when they suddenly heard the old monk say, "Young man, is there water in the gourd? This old monk is a little thirsty."

The little boy, clutching the large gourd, turned around timidly and said, "I...I'm scared. You're not a good person."

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily: "Little kid, you have a good eye!"

The child was timid and dared not move.

Fearing the other party might have ill intentions, the old man quickly said, "Take it to them quickly, it's alright."

The child looked left and right, but mustered up his courage and came back.

He then handed the gourd to the man in white.

Ren Shaoyang took the gourd, raised an eyebrow and smiled at the old monk: "I, Ren, have won again."

The old monk sighed and said, "The outcome is still unknown."

Ren Shaoyang ignored him, picked up the gourd and drank it all in one go, then dripped the last drop of water into his left palm before returning it.

The child blinked and said, "If you drink it all, what will we drink on the way?"

Ren Shaoyang noticed that although his clothes were tattered, he was still quite handsome and cute. He stroked the boy's forehead and asked, "What's your name?"

The little boy stared at him blankly, then replied, seemingly out of the blue, "Big brother, you're so beautiful!"

Ren Shaoyang burst into laughter.

Upon seeing him, the old man dropped his carrying pole and bowed repeatedly, saying, "Young master, my surname is Chen. This is my grandson, nicknamed Niwan. Please forgive me for offending you!"

His surname is Chen, and his given name is Niwan.

Chen Niwan!
Ren Shaoyang was taken aback. He looked the boy up and down and suddenly laughed, "Old man, judging from your accent, you don't seem to be a local, do you?"

The old man said, "We are from Boluo, Huizhou. We fled here. Our lives are cheap, but no matter how much God punishes us, we can always find something to eat." As he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes, and his expression was extremely tragic.

Ren Shaoyang looked up and asked, "Excuse me, how far is Suolong Town?"

The old man said, "Fifteen li from here is Suolong Town. If we're talking about something magical, it's that there's a deep well in the town where you can often hear the roar of a dragon at night. It's quite a strange thing!"

Ren Shaoyang nodded, then gently stroked the child's head with his right hand and said with a smile, "We are destined to meet. I am grateful for your kindness in giving me this 'Harmony'."

The child looked at him quietly, then suddenly tears streamed down his face. He took a few steps back and kowtowed repeatedly to the white-robed man.

"Alright, let's go." Ren Shaoyang smiled. "This is just the beginning of our meeting. In the future, the Xuanmen sect will respect you the most."

Upon seeing this, the old man knew that his grandson had encountered a celestial being and exclaimed, "Heavens! What ancestor's good deeds have brought this? Today, Heaven has opened its eyes and we have actually met a celestial being. I kowtow to you!" He then prepared to kneel down.

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "No need. You should leave quickly. This place is not safe to stay for long."

Upon hearing this, the old man suddenly felt a void in his heart, and he could no longer kneel. He wept and said, "Young master, you are our benefactor, but we do not know your name, so that we may enshrine your memorial tablet and worship you day and night?"

"His name is Ren Shaoyang, known in the martial arts world as the Sword God," the monk suddenly interjected, saying calmly. "If your grandson were to travel the martial arts world and mention his name, no one in the world would dare to provoke him."

"Thank you, thank you!" The old man bowed repeatedly. Seeing the white-robed man's cold and stern face, he couldn't help but shiver. He then pulled Chen Niwan and walked south.

"What a ruthless demon god!" Ren Shaoyang sneered, turning to look at him. "You're trying to force them, grandfather and grandson, to their deaths."

The old monk remained unfazed: "Heaven is about to bestow a great responsibility upon this person. This young man is exceptionally intelligent and will surely be a person who greatly prospers the Xuanmen sect in the future. What are a few hardships compared to this?"

"But he's still a child!" Ren Shaoyang shouted sternly. "People in the martial arts world know he has my 'Harmony,' and they will all gather to fight for him. You're trying to harm his whole family!"

The old monk was decisive and indifferent to praise or criticism; he didn't take Ren Shaoyang's words to heart.

He chuckled softly: "The matter is settled."

"Fuck your mother!"

A glint flashed in Ren Shaoyang's eyes, and he suddenly swung his left hand away. The drop of water in his palm disappeared with a "hiss" and grew back in the wind.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a huge tide, its waves rippling and making a thunderous sound.

The old monk sighed softly, then immediately coiled silk with one palm, pressing down on the approaching tide, while secretly channeling energy from his feet, causing a surge of power to rise to the tip of his palm.

boom!
The earthquake trembled, and the locust tree leaves fell in profusion, fluttering down in a soft rustling sound.

Just then, a continuous "moo" sound rang out, sounding like the roar of a wild beast, the howl of wind and thunder, or the loud breathing of some enormous creature in a dream.

Upon hearing this sound, the two were captivated.

Just then, the strange noises stopped abruptly, and the surroundings fell into a deathly silence.

The silence didn't last long before strange noises arose again, coming from the east, so loud and awe-inspiring that they were breathtaking.

Ren Shaoyang jerked his arm, pushing the old monk aside, and stood up, looking eastward.

"It seems that the 'Mad Scale' is welcoming us."

(End of this chapter)