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Chapter 108: The Seven Divisions of Fengdu Intercept the Ghost Sword (Complete)! (Please Subscribe!)

Thud! Thud! Thud~

Light, firelight, lamplight —

Huh? Lights? Where are the lights coming from?

Zhao Zheng was taken aback, and his gaze was immediately drawn to a young Taoist who was also practicing the Golden Light Divine Mantra.

Honestly, light bulbs are really annoying!

Of course, he doesn't hate being a light bulb!

Despite being attracted, Zhao Zheng's gaze quickly swept over the other six cultivators who had suddenly appeared.

The cultivators who appear by teleportation from trees, rocks, bushes, grass, etc., or who jump directly out of bushes and trees.

There were seven cultivators in total, both men and women, and they all looked very young. If he didn't lack a snake spirit Daoist partner, he would have thought that a scene of Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather was about to unfold.

As soon as the seven cultivators appeared, they drew their longswords or wielded various magical artifacts to surround him, causing the people on the official road to stare wide-eyed.

sigh~

As Zhao Zheng was surprised at how quickly the people could escape, the seven Calabash Brothers spoke up.

Bah! I should say that the seven cultivators spoke with different expressions, some angry, some furious, and some cold.

"You surnamed Zhao, give me back my martial uncle's life—"

"You're the one who killed my senior brother—"

Where is my senior sister?

"Where are they now?!"

The seven cultivators, led by Cheng Zheng, looked at Zhao Zheng with grim expressions. The senior uncle and senior brother they were talking about were none other than...

It was Zhao Zheng who killed those cultivators who seemed to be like-minded but were not actually like-minded on the night Xiulian died, as well as those cultivators who were killed the day he left Anping County.

Zhao Zheng, with his innate insightful eyes, scanned the area and said with surprise, "Uh, fellow Daoists, have you misunderstood me? I don't understand what you mean."

It wasn't that Zhao Zheng was pretending to be confused; rather, he had discovered a problem: these disciples who seemed to be like-minded but weren't actually like-minded didn't seem to be all the so-called bad people.

At least these seven are not bad people!

So, he changed his mind!

"Don't waste time talking to him, grab him first and force him to tell us where our master is!" a female cultivator in green shouted.

After saying that, she took the lead in attacking Zhao Zheng with her longsword. The other six people, seeing this, attacked Zhao Zheng together, but instead of using longswords, they used various magical artifacts that they had already taken out.

You filthy slut! Just you wait!

Zhao Zheng cursed inwardly, and quickly muttered "There must be a misunderstanding" as he retreated while circulating the Yuanhuang Shuo Hundong Zuzhen Wenjing.

The previously blank "Rank" immediately changed to "[Rank: Lin·Jiupin, Right Judge of Fengdu General Records Office]".

At the same time, along with the appearance of the rank, a temporary perfected cultivation technique also appeared in the cultivation technique section.

[Technique: Lin·Fengdu Seven Divisions Ghost-Slaying Sword (Perfect)]

[Introduction: Guided by talismans and laws, wielded by swords, and sharpened by the Seven Departments—cutting off the path to life, the path of ghosts, the spirits of the underworld, escape routes, illusions, evil spells, and the cycle of reincarnation—one sword strike and the Seven Departments respond, one net spread and ten thousand ghosts are imprisoned; those who violate the laws escape without exception, those who abide by the laws are unharmed in the slightest—]

[Note: The Six Heavens of Northern Yin, the Black Law of Fengdu]

It's the one I've chosen! Go forth, Fengdu Seven Divisions Ghost-Slaying Sword!

Knowing that the Fengdu Seven Divisions Ghost-Slaying Sword was not only effective against ghosts but also against cultivators, Zhao Zheng clenched his left hand.

As he acquired the Tai'a Sword, he quickly placed his right hand on the hilt and said with a wry smile to the stinky bastard, "Fellow Daoist, it's all a misunderstanding!"

Despite the misunderstanding, as Zhao Zheng spoke, his right hand moved, and a sharp sound of a sword being drawn rang out, accompanied by a blinding cold light.

As soon as the stinky bastard narrowed his eyes, Zhao Zheng used the second move of the Fengdu Seven Divisions Ghost-Intercepting Sword, the "Intercepting Form and Spirit" move, which corresponds to the "Capturing Division" among the Seven Divisions.

It is specifically designed to counter close-quarters combat techniques such as swordsmanship, melee combat, and entanglement techniques. It can also break through binding and trapping formations found in Qimen Dunjia (a form of divination and strategy).

Close-range traps, etc.

With a single sword strike, a surge of magical power was unleashed. The Yin energy in the world was drawn by Zhao Zheng's magic sword, transforming into chains of Yin energy inscribed with the Black Laws of Fengdu as he swung his sword.

"This is----"

Meng Zhuliu, one of the seven, narrowed his eyes as he saw the Yin Sha chains swiftly and rapidly binding Fellow Daoist Zhu Qing.

In an instant, Zhu Qing was bound tightly and remained motionless. Just as the others were astonished at why Zhu Qing was not moving.

Little did Zhu Qing know that she was staring wide-eyed at Zhao Zheng in utter horror. Feeling her body and spirit sealed, her dantian energy channels blocked, and her inability to move or cast spells, she cried out in terror, "Zhao, what have you done to me—!"

Her voice stopped abruptly as Zhao Zheng slapped her mouth hard with the blade of the Tai'a sword, and Zhu Qing instantly transformed into Zhu Riqing.

The combat strength of the seven people immediately decreased by 1.

Let you talk more!

Now let's see how you talk!

Looking at the fallen slut, Zhao Zheng muttered to himself. Also, he wanted to clarify that he didn't slap her on purpose; it was just an accidental, unintentional slap.

With a thought, Zhao Zheng continued to retreat rapidly along the official road to create distance, but a Taoist priest in a black robe did not give him a chance.

Upon seeing Zhu Qing collapse with her lips swollen like sausages, the Taoist priest immediately glared at Zhao Zhengdao with a look of heartache.

"How dare you hurt my junior sister Zhu!"

The Taoist priest had no magical implements in his hands; all that remained was his figure, which would suddenly vanish after he performed the ritual steps and chanted the incantations.

"Nuclear technique? Earth Release? Or Wood Release?"

Before Zhao Zheng could even begin to wonder, his sword technique had already begun. This time, it was no longer the second move of the Seven Divisions of Fengdu Ghost-Intercepting Sword.

Instead, it is the first move of the Seven Divisions of Fengdu's Ghost-Intercepting Sword, which is the move of the Pursuit Division, a move specifically designed to counter escape techniques!

As soon as the sword move was made, the laws of heaven and earth were activated, and the sword displayed a unique pursuit seal of the Black Law. When the seal appeared, the sword's power was instantly generated.

A sudden burst of energy appeared, capable of locking down all directions, tracking every path for miles, and cutting off all escape routes. Zhao Zheng heard a scream from a nearby tree, which made him turn around and wield his sword with a bitter smile.

"It's all a misunderstanding—"

Thud—

With a flick of the sword, the tree snapped in half. The Taoist in the black robe could no longer maintain his Wood Escape technique and revealed his true form. He screamed, coughed up blood, and flew backward. Thus, the seven were reduced by one, leaving only five.

One of the five people chasing Zhao Zheng, a gloomy-faced cultivator, snorted coldly, reached behind his back and pulled out a straw figure, which he then pointed at Zhao Zheng from a distance. Zhao Zheng quickly swung his sword.

Fengdu Seven Divisions Ghost-Intercepting Sword Four Forms - Open!

The Evil-Slaying Technique—Open!

This sword technique is specifically designed to counter curse-based killing techniques, including but not limited to blood curses, evil curses, and insidious poison curses, as well as breaking all curse-based killing formations.

Of course, it ultimately depends on the user!

The Seven Divisions of Fengdu's Ghost-Slaying Sword is powerful, but it's impossible for it to fight enemies across multiple realms. Of course, it's more than enough for Zhao Zheng to deal with the people in front of him.

Zhao Zheng executed this move extremely quickly. The moment the sword was drawn, the punishment seal of the Seven Departments of Punishment appeared on the Tai'a Sword.

In the instant the seal manifests, a force directly cuts through the evil curse, shattering all the curse's killing power and revealing the might of Fengdu in punishing evil, destroying curses, and eliminating malevolent forces.

"ah----"

The gloomy-faced cultivator screamed, the straw figure in his hand spontaneously combusted, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Zhao Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. He had no choice; he was afraid that if he was too slow, the other party would directly trigger his luck defense and he would be gone.

"Go, together—"

One of the cultivators watched with furious eyes. A minute later, six of the seven people were lying on the ground, either seriously injured or unconscious.

Only one person retreated with a wry smile, watching Zhao Zheng swing his sword at him, and said: "Fellow Daoist, stop, please stop! I know this is a misunderstanding—"

"Huh? You actually knew it was a misunderstanding!"

Zhao Zheng looked surprised and shocked. He quietly opened the Bone Drawing Scroll to absorb the energy and looked at the cultivator named Meng Zhuliu in front of him.

"Of course I know, after all, you've never hidden your Fengdu magic talismans and the Seven Divisions of Fengdu Ghost-Slaying Sword!"

Meng Zhuliu looked at Zhao Zheng, who was not carrying a sword, and breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to speak...

Meng Zhuliu turned around blankly, looking at Zhao Zheng who had knocked him unconscious with a puzzled expression. Zhao Zheng frowned helplessly and said apologetically.

"I'm sorry, I had no choice—"

There's no way around it, he has OCD. He's already done six out of seven, and he still feels uneasy if he doesn't do the last one.

Besides, we're already here—I mean, we've already fought—so what if we lose one more?

Three minutes later, on the official road, by the roadside.

*Bang!* "The Northern Emperor's Talisman?"

"right!"

"The Seven Divisions of Fengdu that intercept the Ghost Sword?"

"right!"

"Right Judge of the Fengdu General Registrar's Office, a ninth-rank official?"

"right!"

"But he's a Taoist priest from Maoshan!"

"Have you forgotten whose disciple Deng Ziyang, the founder of the Northern Emperor Sect, was?" Meng Zhuliu asked the six people with a helpless expression, rubbing the back of his aching head.

"It seems to be a disciple of Tao Hongjing's lineage?"

Zhu Riqing said uncertainly, and upon hearing this, the remaining five people looked enlightened and thought to themselves, "So that's how it is."

Zhu Riqing looked puzzled. The Taoist priest in the black robe immediately explained, "Tao Hongjing is the founder of the Maoshan School!"

"Oh, I see. No wonder he, a Maoshan Taoist priest, was granted the Northern Emperor's talisman and even mastered the Fengdu Seven Divisions Ghost-Slaying Sword, which originated from the Fengdu Black Law!" Zhu Riqing said with a look of understanding.

She understood. The gloomy-faced cultivator who had cursed Zhao Zheng with the straw effigy asked in confusion, "Does this have anything to do with whether he lied or not?"

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at Zhao Zheng, who was about twenty meters away, with a sunny smile on his face.

"Cultivators can lie, but it's unlikely that a cultivator who has practiced the Fengdu Laws and the Fengdu Black Laws would lie!"

The cultivator who had previously used the Wood Escape Technique spoke up tactfully upon seeing this. In fact, he wanted to say that given the strictness of Fengdu's Black Laws, if Zhao Zheng were lying, he would probably be long gone.

However, after thinking about it, he felt it was inappropriate, especially as he touched his still aching chest, which made it even more inappropriate.

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately understood, realizing why Meng Zhuliu had been so certain that Zhao Zheng was not lying.

"This... could it really be that he has nothing to do with our division commander's disappearance? But didn't they say that our division commander was killed by Zhao Zheng?"

A female cultivator asked in confusion, which puzzled everyone. They all looked at Meng Zhuliu, since Meng Zhuliu had been insisting that Zhao Zheng was not the one who harmed their master.

"this----"

Meng Zhuliu frowned and opened his mouth, but Zhao Zheng spoke up at the opportune moment: "Fellow Daoists, please hear me out. Let me make it clear that I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but rather that you weren't discreet and your voices were a bit loud—"

Zhao Zheng emphasized, looking at the seven people who were listening attentively, he walked in front of them and spoke.

"I want to ask who said I killed your division commander? You don't have to tell me, I just want to know how he became so certain that I did it?"

After Zhao Zheng finished speaking, Meng Zhuliu glanced at the expressions on everyone's faces and said directly, "To be honest, this was told to us by the Seventh Elder of the Heavenly Mystery Sect. He said that you took advantage of the moment when that Mirror Ghost was unleashing its power to harm our master!"

Do you think I can do it?

Zhao Zheng asked, and as he spoke, he directly displayed the aura of the late stage of Refining Essence into Qi and the mid-stage of the ninth rank of Martial Arts.

"this----"

Everyone was taken aback upon sensing Zhao Zheng's cultivation level, then exchanged bewildered glances, instinctively looking towards Zhu Riqing, whose cultivation level was at least at the Perfected Refining Essence Qi Transformation stage.

"A bunch of stinky men!"

Zhu Riqing's pretty face, which was still somewhat acceptable after removing her sausage lips, darkened, causing the Taoist priest in the black robe to feel distressed and glare at everyone upon seeing this.

Everyone's attention was then drawn back, but they looked at Zhao Zheng, whose cultivation level was lower than theirs, with shock and mixed emotions.

They know that realm does not equate to strength!

But what I'm seeing right now is really heartbreaking!

"He's only been practicing for a little over two months, right?"

Someone muttered something under their breath, and everyone's mood instantly became even heavier, especially as two dogs barked nearby.

Everyone looked up and saw an old dog being chased and bitten by a puppy, which made everyone feel even more heavy-hearted.

In short, it seems they've all cultivated themselves into dogs!

"???"

Am I the only one who feels like I've been insulted?

Zhao Zheng frowned and watched silently as the puppy chased and bit the old dog. Seeing this, Meng Zhuliu smiled wryly and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhao, don't worry. Since there's a misunderstanding, we will definitely investigate and find out the truth!"

"Yes, we will find out!"

"I won't wrongly accuse you, fellow Daoist!"

"Please rest assured, fellow Daoist, we will not target you further, nor will we take any further action against Fellow Daoist Zhao, until the matter is thoroughly investigated."

The seven people spoke one after another, and Zhao Zheng, seeing this, smiled and said, "Of course I'm relieved. Besides, I think this matter—"

"Someone might be framing me!"

Zhao Zheng hesitated, looking as if he wanted to say something but then stopped. Seeing this, Meng Zhuliu asked, "What are your concerns, friend?"

"To be honest, if I were to reveal this matter, it could very well threaten the lives of all of you fellow Daoists. Are you sure you want to hear it? Of course, I know you are not people who fear death, but this matter does concern the remnants of the Great Chen Dynasty!"

When Zhao Zheng spoke, the seven people all expressed that they were not afraid of death or the remnants of the Great Chen Dynasty. Seeing this, Zhao Zheng asked Zhao Zheng to log on.

"The matter of the Mirror Ghost is actually quite suspicious. It involves some schemes of the remnants of the Great Chen Dynasty. I cannot say the specifics, nor can I tell you all—" Zhao Zheng paused here.

He glanced at the expressions on everyone's faces, thinking to himself that they were just a bunch of kids, and continued, "You should all know that there were quite a few casualties in the Mirror Ghost incident, right?"

"Naturally, it's said that thousands died!"

Meng Zhuliu was the first to speak, and the others echoed him. Zhao Zheng nodded, "Don't you understand yet?"

"???" x7

No, what do we need to understand?

Meng Zhuliu and his six companions were taken aback by Zhao Zheng's words. Seeing this, Zhao Zheng said helplessly, "I helped destroy the Mirror Ghost created by the remnants of the Great Chen Dynasty, and the Seventh Elder of the Heavenly Mystery Sect said that I harmed your master. Isn't that obvious?"

He said he assisted in destroying the Mirror Ghost because Master Tianyi had told the public that he didn't kill the Mirror Ghost, but rather an elder from Maoshan who wished to remain anonymous, and he was very pleased with that.

Because this is a way of protecting him!

"This————" ×7

"Also, I don't really understand either—"

Zhao Zheng sighed as he spoke, his face showing great compassion and sorrow as he looked at the Anping County Road that was so close at hand.

"Since the Seventh Elder of the Heavenly Mystery Path was able to deduce that I had harmed your master, why couldn't he deduce that the Mirror Ghost was going to harm people? Was it because he was incompetent? Or was it because he and Da Chen—" Zhao Zheng stopped there.

He remained silent for a few seconds, then scanned the seven people, including Meng Zhuliu, whose expressions varied and thoughts were different, and said, "Fellow Daoists, I, Zhao Zheng, can swear a great oath to my inner demons—"

Zhao Zheng opened his mouth, then shut up. Because Meng Zhuliu and the others stopped him, he clasped his hands in gratitude for not being able to successfully make his vow.

"Thank you all for your trust!"

"Alas, I am so ashamed—"

"Yes, after hearing what you said, I feel like we've been used as pawns—"

"Indeed, just as you said, if that Seventh Elder of the Heavenly Mystery Sect is so powerful, why couldn't he foresee that the Mirror Ghost was going to harm people?"

Meng Zhuliu and the other six talked back and forth, and in just a few words, their trust in the Seventh Elder of the Heavenly Mystery Path plummeted to rock bottom.

"Alas, fellow Daoists, you flatter us. Perhaps the Seventh Elder has some unavoidable difficulties, such as his recent breakthrough in the Dao of Calculation."

Zhao Zheng continued speaking, and two hours later, at the entrance of Songhelou in Anping County, he watched with a smile as Meng Zhuliu and his group of seven left in a carriage.

"Remember to have Sanlaizi and the others show my fellow Daoists around the city. Oh, by the way, I remember the soup kitchen in the south of the city was haunted a while ago, right?"

Zhao Zheng looked at Er Gou, who was driving the cart, and Er Gou blinked and immediately nodded: "Yes, it's haunted, or rather, haunted by a rice-stealing ghost!"

"As long as it's haunted—"

Zhao Zheng chuckled and patted Er Gou on the shoulder, continuing, "Remember to make sure San Laizi and the others treat my seven righteous fellow Daoists well with good food and drink."

"Yes, young master!"

Er Gouzi nodded thoughtfully, and as Zhao Zheng was about to get into the carriage, he quickly and respectfully opened the door. Only after Zhao Zheng was seated in the carriage did he ask.

"Young Master, where are we going?"

"Let's go home first!"

"Yes, young master. Oh, right, young master, I have a name now. The master gave me the name Zhao Gao a couple of days ago!"

'

"To be honest, I think I vaguely understand how the other party killed me when I was a child!" Zhao Zheng's eyelids twitched as he looked at Zhao Ergou, who was driving the carriage ahead. He was now Zhao Gao.

"Young Master, should I change my name back?"

Zhao Gao asked uneasily. Although he had not read many books and was a slave, he knew Zhao Gao.

"No need, the name is fine, but you need to figure out what a deer is and what a horse is!" Zhao Zheng said with a strange expression.

"Yes, young master, don't worry, young master, I will definitely be able to tell the difference between a deer and a horse!" Zhao Gao replied with a happy expression.

"Um--

Zhao Zheng nodded, and since he still had some time before getting home, he took out his Dao Shu Zuo Wang Lun and continued reading.

Although he had read it many times, he gained new insights each time he read it. He felt that he was about to understand the so-called "Sitting in Oblivion Heart Sutra" that his master had mentioned.

That's right, he seriously doubted whether the Dao Shu Zuo Wang Lun really contained a Zuo Wang Xin Jing (Heart Sutra of Forgetfulness) as his master had said.

While reading, Zhao Zheng pondered what to do if Meng Zhuliu and his seven companions discovered the truth. However, upon further reflection, he felt that Meng Zhuliu and his seven companions would still believe him.

"I've put on such a convincing act, there's no reason why these people won't believe me. Even if they eventually discover the truth, it's fine—"

,

Zhao Zheng muttered to himself, knowing that he had been acting from the very beginning for this meal, from his feigned confusion to his denials and the use of the Seven Divisions of Fengdu's Ghost-Slaying Sword.

And his words about splashing dirty water back on the Seventh Elder of Tianji Dao and the remnants of Da Chen—all of this was just an act.

"Could it be that this Seventh Elder instigated them to attack me because he knew you had found me, his former master—"

Zhao Zheng turned to the Weaver Spider, which was hidden in the crevice of his collar and looked no bigger than a grain of sand. The Weaver Spider, with its eight compound eyes showing a thoughtful expression, crawled out of his collar, quickly grew to the size of half a toad, and began to weave its web. Then it shook its head.

"No? That's strange—"

Zhao Zheng muttered something, signaling the Life-Weaving Spider to shrink back into the collar seam, a new skill that the Life-Weaving Spider had suddenly unlocked last night.

Unfortunately, the Spider only unlocked the shrinking skill and did not receive the bloodline inheritance, which made him feel that the spider was pretty useless.

Of course, this "waste" refers to Zhao Zheng's opinion; he felt that the Life-Weaving Spider was much more powerful than the Three-Legged Golden Toad.

"Give the three-legged toad another half month. If it still doesn't get stronger, then we'll eat stir-fried toad—hmm, can toads be stir-fried?"

Another question arose in Zhao Zheng's mind, which frightened the Life-Weaving Spider so much that it trembled and obediently lay inside the gap in his collar.

More than an hour later, after the family drama had ended, at the entrance of the Zhao family's main gate.

"Hilarious! You think you can just say you won't come back and then never do it?"

Zhao Zheng muttered to himself, patted the footprints of his mother behind him, boarded the carriage, and began his return to the Taoist temple.

When Zhao Zheng returned to Zuowang Temple, it was nearly midnight, and he saw Daoist Tianyi waiting for him in the main hall of the inner courtyard.

"Hey, Uncle-Master, you're still up?"

Zhao Zheng feigned surprise, but the Daoist Tianyi, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, turned his head to look at Zhao Zheng expressionlessly before turning back to say, "0".

"Waiting for you, this Maoshan Taoist who practices the dark laws of Fengdu, to come back." Master Tianyi's tone was somewhat sarcastic, helpless, and angry.

Seeing that Master Tianyi's speech was now accompanied by fan-shaped diagrams, Zhao Zheng grabbed a futon from a distance and sat down half a body length behind Master Tianyi: "Nephew, you had no choice!"

Lying will make you lose your teeth!

Master Tianyi spoke in a sarcastic tone. His sarcastic tone was naturally because he had seen how Zhao Zheng had fooled that group of fools—those who weren't very smart.

As for how he saw it, it was naturally because he had been secretly monitoring these people to prevent them from doing anything bad.

"No problem. I'm almost at the Bodhisattva stage of the Thirty-Two Marks of a Buddha. When my teeth fall out, they'll grow back!"

,

Master Tianyi glanced at Zhao Zheng and was stunned. He saw that Zhao Zheng's skin was as white as snow.

Whether it's her neck, face, or hands, the skin is as smooth and warm as mutton fat jade.

Not only was there not a trace of dirt or grime on its pores, but it also shone with a warm and clear jade-like color, and beneath that jade-like color, there was a hidden, solid, precious light like gold and iron, which left him bewildered.

"Skin as smooth as ice and bones as pure as jade, indestructible as steel—"

"Huh, Uncle-Master, how did you know I'd mastered the Thirteen Bodyguards Horizontal Cultivation to its peak?" Zhao Zheng asked, looking surprised.

,

I know it's because you said it now!

Master Tianyi rolled his eyes in disbelief, amazed by Zhao Zheng's talent. Just as he was about to speak, his gaze was fixed on a faint, golden halo behind Zhao Zheng's head.

The halo was blurry and indistinct, so he couldn't see it clearly. However, he could clearly see the sixteen-foot-tall, four-headed, nine-armed Buddha image behind Zhao Zheng—no, it should be said that it was two sides of the same coin.

The main themes are righteous compassion, anti-annihilation, compliant purity, and rebellious destruction. The Buddha and demon images are all four-headed, nine-armed images of one Buddha and one demon.

He looked at the demonic Buddha's appearance, which was more than ten times clearer than before Zhao Zheng left Anping County, and so powerful that he could hardly see through it.

Moreover, these were two coexisting Dharma forms—one Buddha and one demon—that strangely formed a harmonious unity, leaving Daoist Tianyi bewildered once again.

Honestly, I still don't understand how you manage to cultivate Buddhism, Taoism, and demonic arts simultaneously. Also, what about your powerful magical appearance?

Following the instructions of his Daoist heart, Master Tianyi immediately stopped thinking about the Great Demon and asked curiously, "Are you really going to cultivate to the appearance of a Bodhisattva?"

The so-called Bodhisattva appearance is actually the forty-fourth mark of the Buddha's thirty-two marks, which is a kind of innate supernaturalness that is not too mystical.

Similar to Xiang Yu's double pupils, but of course, this one is much worse!

"Soon—"

I'm going to work overtime and practice tonight!

Zhao Zheng added in his heart that, given his level of Buddhist understanding, it shouldn't be difficult for him to cultivate a Bodhisattva-like appearance.

"6

'

Knowing that Zhao Zheng had never actually attained the appearance of a Bodhisattva, Daoist Tianyi rolled his eyes and frowned, saying, "Actually, you shouldn't have lied to them."

"Yes, Uncle-Master is right!"

"You know it's true, you can lie to them once, but can you lie to them ten thousand times? They'll eventually find out you did those things, and then what will you do?"

Master Tianyi frowned. He frowned not only because Zhao Zheng had deceived Meng Zhuliu and his group, but also because Zhao Zheng had lied.

Although the lie was understandable, he was still somewhat unhappy to see his own nephew become this kind of person.

"Yes, Uncle-Master is right!"

"————"

Master Tianyi stared expressionlessly at Zhao Zheng, who had become somewhat disrespectful to his teacher after going out for a few seconds.

He snorted coldly, got up and left the prayer mat, walked out of the main hall with his hands behind his back, without even glancing at Zhao Zheng, who was sitting on the prayer mat rubbing his head.

"When I take on apprentices, I'll beat them all on the head!"

Sitting on the futon, Zhao Zheng muttered something under his breath, then got up and left the main hall, going to his bedroom to change into a Taoist robe.

Then began a night of silent cultivation!

Actually, it wasn't exactly one night, because it only took a little over three hours before it was 4 a.m. the next day, time for morning classes.

After finishing the morning prayers, it was 6:00 AM on the eighth day of the ninth lunar month.

"Hey, junior brother, when did you get back?"

Xiang Yu, returning from the soup kitchen, looked at Zhao Zheng, who was walking out of the main hall, with surprise. Zhao Zheng rolled his eyes: "I heard you leave the Taoist temple, but didn't you hear me chanting Taoist scriptures?"

"Um, well, hehe————"

Xiang Yu scratched his head and chuckled awkwardly. He couldn't very well say that he was still half asleep when he left the Taoist temple, so he simply smiled.

Zhao Zheng glanced at the stubborn old man cooking silently in the kitchen, then took out two prepared gifts from the Five-Colored Divine Light Pearl and handed them to Xiang Yu.

"These are local specialties I bought from Xiangcheng. One is for you, and one is for my uncle. I won't have breakfast; I have something to do—" Zhao Zheng said, then went into the bedroom to change his clothes.

Although Xiang Yu found it strange that Zhao Zheng didn't personally give the gift to his master, he felt the atmosphere was too oppressive and thought it best not to ask, lest he get beaten up.

After watching Zhao Zheng greet him and Daoist Tianyi before leaving, Xiang Yu opened the gift box that was supposed to be his and looked at it with surprise, saying, "Huh, what kind of pastries are these—"

Xiang Yu wanted to try it, but a large hand interrupted his thoughts, causing him to chuckle and hand the gift box belonging to Daoist Tianyi to Daoist Tianyi.

Seeing Master Tianyi accept the gift box, Xiang Yu thought for a moment and said, "Master, your junior brother left without even having breakfast!"

"I'm not deaf!"

"oh----"

Xiang Yu said "Oh," but didn't immediately go to the kitchen to bring out the food. He just looked at Daoist Tianyi, who looked at him helplessly.

"Your junior brother is almost at the point of fasting; he can skip ten meals without a problem, let alone one—" But then he added, "If you want to save some food for him, then go ahead!"

Xiang Yu didn't accept the offer of food, but instead stared in shock, exclaiming, "What? Junior Brother is almost ready to abstain from grains?"

Although Bigu (辟谷) is not a cultivation realm, it only appears in people with profound cultivation levels.

But Zhao Zheng, who had only been cultivating for a short time, was about to achieve the state of abstinence from grains. How could he not be shocked? He had been cultivating for more than ten years but had never even reached the threshold of abstinence from grains.

"Otherwise what? Do you think everyone cultivates at a snail's pace like you? No matter how wide you open your eyes, it's useless. If you have the energy to glare, you should learn from your junior brother and cultivate every night—" Master Tianyi spoke wittily.

"7

Honestly, are you taking your anger out on me?

Xiang Yu stopped thinking about it. Feeling he was about to get beaten, he quickly ran into the kitchen, lifted the pot lid, and started saving a portion of the food for Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng, who was already on his way to the Su family martial arts school by carriage, was unaware of these things, as he was reading the Dao Shu Zuo Wang Lun.

"It seems there really is the Heart Sutra in here?!"

Zhao Zheng thought about it uncertainly, then continued to look through the pages. When he arrived at the martial arts school, he visited his senior brother Su Ming.

He went to a villa in the concession, the villa that used to belong to him but which he later gave to Chu Ruoxi.

Open the door, close the door, open the door, close the door —

Explore the door, enter, exit —

There was no nonsense, only Chu Ruoxi's pretty face showing a mix of joy and frown, and Zhao Zhengdao's reluctance to waste words.

"Hurry up, I'm really angry right now—"

Time flies, and two hours have passed.

Annoyed, Chu Ruoxi slapped away Zhao Zheng's restless hand, looked up at him angrily as he held her in his arms, and said, "Hey, I've realized that you've never really liked me—"

"How could that be? I love you so deeply!"

"Get lost! Is that love? Now I see it clearly. You just want to play around with me because I'm pretty—" Chu Ruoxi sat up and glared at Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng nodded and then shook his head, saying, "I don't deny that I like you because you're pretty, but I refuse to acknowledge what you said later—"

"—And also, please think carefully. If you weren't so pretty and—well-endowed, would I even be interested in you?"

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It is well-reasoned and irrefutable!

Chu Ruoxi subconsciously thought to herself, but then angrily retorted, "But I don't feel that you like it at all—"

"Oh, I see—"

Two more hours passed.

Zhao Zheng held the incredibly obedient Chu Ruoxi in his arms and said, "How is it? Now you can feel that I like you and love you, right?"

"Get lost, I don't want to talk to you!"

"Huh? You weren't like this just now, what, A-Zheng, using—" Zhao Zheng stopped talking, his hand was covered by Chu Ruoxi.

He pried Chu Ruoxi's small hand open, and, with a clear conscience, said to her, "Alright, silly girl, I won't tease you anymore. I really like you. Although it's because you're pretty and—I really like you—doesn't that just prove you're naturally beautiful? Right!"

"That seems to make sense!"

Chu Ruoxi looked bewildered, feeling that something was wrong, but she couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was.

To be honest, I'm really confused.

"That's settled then, come on!"

"No, I'm already pregnant—"

"clear!"

Zhao Zheng nodded to indicate that he understood; not wanting meant wanting.