Humans are shrouded in mist, projecting their image across countless worlds.

Chapter 66 The Number One Person Below the Dharma Body

The Crying Old Man was a Grandmaster ranked thirty-third on the Earthly Ranking, yet he was killed just like that?
People in the restaurant who overheard the conversation between the two pricked up their ears, as the name He Lang was completely unfamiliar to them.

"I've been in seclusion cultivating recently and just came out today. Is the information you mentioned true, senior? How come I have absolutely no recollection of this He Lang?"

In the restaurant, a middle-aged man with a full beard overheard the conversation between two veteran martial arts figures at the next table and began to inquire.

"This is a list that the Six Doors issued urgently a few days ago. How could it be fake?"

It's not surprising that you haven't heard of He Lang. He's from our generation. Back then, he traveled around seeking out masters to learn martial arts, but his aptitude wasn't great, and he couldn't even complete the Hundred-Day Foundation Establishment stage..."

Upon hearing this, one of the two veteran martial arts figures pulled out a copy of the Six-Fan List from his pocket and showed it to the bearded man, while recounting He Lang's deeds over the past few decades.

Name: He Lang
Age: 75 (Suspected of undergoing a complete transformation)
Skill: Unknown. The swordsmanship is unfathomable, and there is also a footwork technique involving time.

Battle record: Recently, he had a quarrel with the disciple of the evil master of the Western Regions, the Crying Old Man, named 'Han Hai Xie Dao' (Evil Blade of the Han Hai), in the Han Hai of the Western Regions. He then killed him with one sword. After staying in the Yu Hai for several days, he killed the Crying Old Man who came to seek revenge with another sword in the Yu Hai (the high-ranking Dharma Master from the Six Doors who went to investigate was also injured by his sword energy).

Evaluation: The strongest below the Dharmakaya level, unmatched in external realm.

The people in the restaurant kept passing around the list handwritten by the old man. They were speechless after seeing the words on the list, especially the annotation after the final battle results, which was even more shocking. The Dharma bodies of the Six Doors were injured.

"How did such a powerful figure suddenly appear in the martial arts world?"

"On the other hand, what kind of skill did he cultivate that he could even kill the Crying Old Man who had dominated the martial arts world for decades? The Crying Old Man's Eighteen Beats of the Wrongful Soul was so powerful that it could shake heaven and earth and make ghosts weep. Most external masters would not dare to compete with him."

The Outer Realm has nine levels. Levels one to three are considered first-rate masters, levels four to six are considered peerless masters, and levels seven to nine are considered grandmaster masters. The Six Doors (a powerful organization in China) considers them invincible in the Outer Realm, which is an exceptionally high evaluation.

As the topic of the top-ranked martial arts masters came up, the restaurant gradually became lively, with a group of martial arts practitioners chatting amongst themselves.

After learning about He Lang's experiences over the past few decades from the two old men, someone in the restaurant asked a question.

"I've heard my family elders mention this. I heard that the experts from the Six Doors went to the Zhenwu Sect and the Xijian Pavilion for a while afterward. It's suspected that the cultivation technique He Lang obtained is fundamentally related to the inheritance of the two sects."

What is the fundamental basis of the Sword Washing Pavilion and the True Martial Sect? The martial arts practitioners in the tavern certainly understood the fundamental basis of the two sects, and their eyes showed surprise.

The people in the restaurant had no idea that the legendary figure they were talking about had actually come to the Shaolin Temple on the mountain and was chatting with a young monk.

"Senior, you've become famous all over the world recently. You've become an expert in outdoor shooting so quickly, and you even killed the Crying Old Man who ranked thirty-third on the Earth Ranking. It seems that our team's next reincarnation world will be very easy."

The young monk was none other than Meng Qi, whose Buddhist name was Zhen Ding. At this moment, Meng Qi was discussing his reputation in the martial arts world with He Lang, feeling quite pleased with himself.

"Now that I've been completely transformed, I feel a little uncomfortable with you calling me 'senior' anymore. How about you just call me 'big brother' instead, Xiao Meng?"

Upon hearing He Lang's words and looking at He Lang's appearance, which suggested he was around twenty-five years old, Meng Qi felt it was strange to address He Lang as "senior" and simply agreed.

He felt that He Lang's mentality was also very young, unlike the profoundness of the elders in the Shaolin Temple.

"That's not necessarily true. I have a feeling that in the next reincarnation world, we might not be in the same team anymore."

Seeing Meng Qi laughing happily, the projection of the first life was a little reluctant to interrupt his reverie, but he still voiced his thoughts. Meng Qi's expression stiffened upon hearing this, but then he showed a relieved look. "I feel the same way. Brother He, your strength has improved too quickly. If I were the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, I would have to separate you."

Meng Qi is an outgoing person and didn't take it to heart. If they can't be together, they can't be together. At least in the real world, He Lang really treats him as a friend. He even traveled a long way to meet him in person!
"Brother, did you really kill the Crying Old Man in one move? And what was the reason you and that Ze Luo Ju fought?" After pausing for a moment, Meng Qi asked gossip-loving questions about the inside story of the Battle of Han Hai.

"Really, as for Ze Luoju, I was looking for a treasure in the Fish Sea when he came up to me and started nagging, which ruined my mood, so I just sent him to the Netherworld." He Lang's projection said quite calmly.

The reason he didn't exchange for the Tathagata Palm in the Six Paths of Reincarnation was because he remembered that the general outline of the Tathagata Palm would be born in the Fish Sea in the original work, and he remembered that it was in a withered Bodhi tree.

After breaking through to the Outer Realm, he headed straight for the Fish Sea, intending to get a free copy of the Tathagata Palm Manual. However, his actions of almost turning the Fish Sea upside down attracted the attention of bandits in the Vast Sea, who informed Ze Luo Ju, leading to the events that followed.

"A treasure?" Meng Qi murmured, but he didn't ask He Lang if he had found it.

"Yes, as you know, I exchanged most of the fragments of martial arts inheritances with the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. After returning, I integrated the principles of these fragments into my own martial arts and gained some special effects."

I foresaw a great opportunity in the Western Regions, similar to the Seven Swords of Heaven-Slaying, so I went to investigate and obtained the general principles of the Tathagata Palm from the center of the Fish Sea.

He Lang spoke casually, but Meng Qi was not calm at all. If he wasn't afraid of disturbing the abbot and elders of Shaolin Temple, he would have shouted it out loud.

"The general principles of the Tathagata Palm?" Meng Qi asked in a low voice.

“Not bad, it’s the general outline of the Tathagata Palm. I took a look and it seems alright. I never thought you’d become a monk here. I feel you and the Tathagata Palm are a perfect match! I’m currently visiting Shaolin Temple, so I thought I’d chat with you and see if you want it. If you do, I’ll leave it for you.”

As He Lang spoke, he took out a withered and flourishing Bodhi tree from the inner world. As soon as this thing appeared, Buddhist chants and Zen hymns echoed in the meditation room, making Meng Qi's heart skip a beat.

This is Shaolin Temple. If Abbot Kongwen were to discover what's happening here, I'm afraid...

"Relax! I have isolated the inside from the outside with my inner world, so no one can find out."

Upon hearing this, Meng Qi looked around and realized that everything around him had become empty, and he could not see anything except He Lang and Kurong Puti sitting opposite him.

"I……"

Meng Qi looked at the Withered Bodhi with longing in his eyes. The Tathagata Palm was the Buddha's ultimate skill, and he knew how powerful it was. It was precisely because of this that he knew what an immense favor he would be owed if he accepted the Withered Bodhi.

"Don't overthink it. If you can't let it go, just let me see it if you ever obtain a similar level of inheritance in the future."

He Lang noticed Meng Qi's hesitation, and with a gentle wave of his hand, he sent the Withered Bodhi into Meng Qi's body.

"Yes!" Meng Qi nodded heavily.

"That's right. Alright, the matter is settled. I'm going to continue my travels across this beautiful land."

After completing these tasks, the projection disappeared from the Shaolin Temple.

(End of this chapter)