The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with Conquering Huang Rong

Liuli Ying remained silent; the woman in purple had asked her the same question yesterday.

However, she didn't have any of their concerns.

She was absolutely certain that Yang Guo was the Mingzun.

Those ideas, different from those of this world, clearly do not belong to this world.

He is not only the Venerable One, but also the Venerable One!

He just hasn't accepted it yet.

As she was still pondering, she felt herself lean forward slightly and be held in Mingzun's arms.

Yang Guo sighed inwardly, hoping that Cheng Yaojia's words would be helpful.

"Ying'er, it seems you've made progress in your cultivation?" Yang Guo teased.

Yesterday, it kept flashing when I looked at it, but now it doesn't react at all when I hug it.

However, it would have been better if he hadn't said anything, because as soon as he finished speaking, the divine runes emitted a dazzling flame.

Yang Guo chuckled softly; this woman was quite adorable.

Yang Guo stroked her white hair, which was smooth and shiny, radiating vitality.

At this moment, Liuli Ying couldn't help but recall the dream in which he held those two long white braids.

Her pretty face flushed slightly, and she asked, voicing her doubts, "Young master, what does it mean to call someone 'husband'?"

Yang Guo then realized that this woman was actually the one who knew the most about him.

Yang Guo smiled and said, "Then it's naturally a more important title than 'Mingzun'?"

"what?"

Liuli Ying was puzzled. Was there anything more important than the Mingzun in this world?

"So, do you want to be the Venerable One's person, or your husband's person?"

Liuli Ying instinctively felt that he was seducing her, but she really couldn't resist his temptation. Scenes from her dream flashed by, as if branded deep within her body, and she unconsciously began to breathe rapidly.

Yang Guo was secretly pleased to see that the woman did not answer; no answer was the best answer.

"Let me check how well you've practiced your inner cultivation technique."

"What?"

Yang Guo then kissed her lips again.

Yang Guo proceeded smoothly as always, and the woman knew nothing of resistance towards him.

Her soft, silver hair was lifted by the wind and wrapped around her face.

The itching in her hair couldn't outweigh the restlessness in her heart.

Liuli Ying tried to suppress the strange feeling in her heart, her eyes swirling with golden light, but the figure of the man reflected in her eyes became clearer and clearer, and the golden light eventually disappeared. She could only feel the moist touch between his red lips.

Yang Guo pulled away from her lips and asked, "Did Ying'er help your cultivation?"

Liuli Ying gave a soft snort.

Yang Guo increased the pressure again, gently pulling on her silver hair, and Liuli Ying subconsciously tilted her head back.

Then he felt that the roundness of Cheng Yaojia's body was not as good as what he had grasped.

Its eyes were wide open, and a sweet fragrance wafted from its nostrils.

Yang Guo then released her.

"Is Ying'er's cultivation insufficient? Look, the space between your eyebrows keeps flashing."

"Young...Young Master, are you sure you're helping me, and not bullying me?"

Yang Guo, without blushing or panting, said, "Of course, you'll get used to it and won't feel anything anymore. After all, no one else can touch your body except me; only I can help you cultivate."

"Shadow, cast an illusion."

"Remember, you can only call me 'husband'."

Liuli Ying, who was under his control, shook the wind chime on her wrist, and a fragrance once again entered their nostrils.

……

Led by the young monk, Yang Guo headed towards the Sutra Repository.

The silver-haired woman with a veil led the group northeastward.

The messenger leaned forward and asked, "Guardian, is the Holy Maiden still injured?"

The Dharma Protector exclaimed in shock, "What?!"

"I just noticed that the saintess had blood at the corner of her mouth and her lips were red all over; she may have internal injuries."

The protector's expression shifted between anger and uncertainty. He quickly stepped forward and asked the Holy Maiden, "Holy Maiden, what is our next step?"

Liuli Ying glanced at him with drooping eyes, her voice a little muffled: "We'll find the remnants first. We didn't succeed this time, and Shaolin has probably already spread the news of the Ming Cult to the martial arts world. That's fine, it will make it easier for the remnants to find us."

She seemed to have forgotten about the veil. After speaking, she pressed her hand to the corner of her mouth, leaving a blush on the white veil.

She quickly went up to cover herself and put on a white veil again.

The Left Protector was secretly pleased, thinking to himself: "I'm afraid the Holy Maiden failed to control that boy yesterday and suffered a backlash. No wonder she knelt before him; her injuries must be quite severe. That's why she refused to leave the mountain yesterday. It seems she was healing."

He naturally wouldn't let this opportunity slip by, and kept asking questions along the way.

Liuli Ying only said that she would disappear afterward and first enter the capital. There, the political winds were gathering, and the Ming Cult would definitely have spies lurking. It would be better to see if they could make contact with their contacts than to search aimlessly like headless flies.

Led by the young monk, Yang Guo arrived at the entrance of the Sutra Pavilion.

From afar, one could see the Golden Wheel Monk and his disciples talking with a monk at the entrance of the Sutra Repository.

"Master, you're here so early! Are you so eager to experience Chinese Buddhism?"

Jinlun looked at the blazing sun, which was almost high in the sky, and simply nodded.

Then Jinlun said to the monk, "Master Jueyuan, now that Benefactor Yang has arrived, may we open the gate?"

Yang Guo met a monk in his twenties or thirties dressed in hemp robes. The monk had a pure and reserved demeanor, with a touch of scholarly air.

"Master Jueyuan, I am Yang Guo. With the abbot's permission, I hope you will open the door to the Sutra Repository."

Jueyuan performed a Buddhist salute to Yang Guo.

"Young hero, please forgive us. This library has not been visited by outsiders for a long time, so it may be... cough cough... messy."

Yang Guo glanced at him sideways and said, "Aren't you the one who organizes books?"

Yang Guo still had questions to ask him, so it was inappropriate for him to criticize the bookish monk.

"It's alright, Master. I just like it this way, being carefree and at ease."

Jueyuan felt that Yang Guo was not just being polite, and couldn't help but find the handsome young man more pleasing to the eye.

Unfortunately, this young man is too handsome and has a sinister air about him; he doesn't seem like someone who practices Buddhism.

Jinlun didn't want to waste time. As soon as the door opened, he called out to Darba and asked him to wait at the door before stepping inside.

Jueyuan hurriedly called out to Jinlun, "Master, you only have half a day. I will come to find you, but don't forget the time."

Jinlun couldn't wait to enter.

Yang Guo suppressed his eagerness and simply smiled as he looked on. Then, he turned to Jueyuan, who had turned around, and asked, "Master, where exactly is this Lankavatara Sutra located in the pavilion?"

Jueyuan was genuinely surprised that this young man knew about the Lankavatara Sutra. He exclaimed, "The Lankavatara Sutra is ranked first in Buddhism, so it is naturally very precious. It should be... uh... in the southwest corner of the third floor? Or perhaps the northeast corner."

"Yes, it's the northeast corner."

Yang Guo stared in shock at the monk who spoke with a lisp.

So you didn't know either, right?

"Is the third layer confirmed?"

Jueyuan's face flushed slightly, but he was quite certain of this: "Of course, the core Buddhist scriptures are all on the third level."

Yang Guo thanked him, but could not contain his eagerness and strode over.

I had only taken two steps when I suddenly realized that the name Jueyuan sounded familiar.

Yang Guo turned his head sharply: "Master's Dharma name is Jueyuan?"

Jueyuan looked at the strange boy with a blank expression and nodded in agreement.

Yang Guo's voice unconsciously rose: "Where is Master's disciple? Why is Master the only one here in the Scripture Pavilion?"

Jueyuan said helplessly, "This humble monk's understanding of Buddhism is shallow, and I have not yet accepted any disciples."

Yang Guo was taken aback, then slapped his forehead, thinking to himself: "That's right, if this Jueyuan really is Zhang Junbao's master." At this time, he hadn't actually taken on any disciples, after all, Zhang Junbao seemed to be a few years younger than Guo Xiang, and Guo Xiang was nowhere to be seen yet, so where would Zhang Junbao come from?

Wait, wait, if he messes things up like this, will there still be a Guo Xiang in this world?!

He quickly suppressed his shock and rushed to the third floor.

As soon as he entered the third floor, he saw Jinlun entering the third floor ahead of him.

Yang Guo was extremely anxious: "Master, Master, how come you're reading so fast? You've already finished reading one or two layers of Buddhist scriptures?"

Seeing that this benefactor Yang went straight to the third floor, Jinlun couldn't help but think more highly of him: "It seems that young hero Yang is a person with Buddhist roots. I didn't expect him to see so quickly that the first and second floors are just Buddhist scriptures written by Shaolin monks. Although they have Buddhist nature, in this old monk's opinion, they are not enough to make me linger."

"It seems that young hero still has a chance to master the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill."

Jinlun then fell silent and went to the central area to find books.

Yang Guo originally wanted to say a few more words, so he didn't stop him.

So Yang Guo headed straight for the northeast corner, then the northwest, and then...

Yang Guo put down a Buddhist scripture and then wandered around aimlessly, looking at the golden wheel.

He felt an urge to beat Jueyuan up.

"Master, what are you doing?"

Jinlun was speechless. All he could do here were Buddhist scriptures. What use were they to him?

Yang Guo was secretly pleased, it seemed that Jinlun hadn't found anything: "Master, this is the most intelligent place in Shaolin. As for martial arts or secret manuals, how can they compare to this? Naturally, they wouldn't be treasured here."

Jinlun looked at the black-hearted boy. It seemed that the boy knew all along, yet he still used the Nine Yang to deceive him.

Unfortunately, the allure of the Nine Yin and Nine Yang techniques prevented him from calmly thinking things through.

Jinlun then turned and left, thinking there was no need to waste any more time here.

Yang Guo watched Jinlun turn and leave, and naturally said nothing more.

He simply shook his head, picked up the few scriptures that Jinlun had knocked down, and tried to put them back in their place.

As soon as he picked it up, old pages of a scripture fluttered down. Yang Guo quickly caught them between two fingers, trying to see which scripture had fallen from it.

His gaze then fixed on the word "愣" (lèng, meaning stunned or bewildered) in the scripture he had picked up.

He suddenly looked at the scroll of scripture he was holding in his other hand.

Yang Guo quickly searched the bookshelf.

Not long after, he saw the four volumes of the Lankavatara Sutra in his hand.

The Nine Yang Manual is in hand.