Turbid World: Martial Arts Master of the Republic of China Era, I Cultivate Immortality!

Ren Family Front Yard

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Zhao Zheng slowly peeked his head out from the corner of the wall. The first thing that caught his eye was a zombie lying quietly on the ground not far away. The zombie was not wearing official clothes and had a peach wood sword stuck in its neck.

Hmm, this is a dead zombie!

Then there's Xiang Yu, wielding his three-pointed double-edged sword with great skill, and a young esoteric monk using a demon-subduing circle to defend himself.

Zhao Zheng only saw the blades clashing repeatedly, sparks flying, and visible dust and ripples of air were generated and spread as Xiang Yu and the little bald monk's weapons collided.

Looking at the illusory, surging golden light emanating from the two individuals and their slightly dazed expressions, he realized that they had been possessed by a deity.

Oh, it's a battle of magic and summoning spirits!

"Wait, my senior brother really does have...double pupils!"

Zhao Zheng stared blankly into Xiang Yu's eyes. He suddenly realized that the illusion the spider had woven for him was probably more than just an illusion.

Just as he saw the old esoteric Buddhist monk on the altar opposite Master Tianyi and was about to secretly fire a shot...

"Pah! He should be saying that he was preparing to end this by surprise and catch the enemy off guard," Master Tianyi suddenly shouted at him.

"Get out of the way!"

Zhao Zheng immediately dodged quickly. He saw the old esoteric monk in front of the altar throw out several teeth-like objects that pierced the candle flame on the altar, which was made from a skull.

Thud! Thud! Thud—

The ground where he was standing was instantly blasted as if by an invisible bomb, leaving several head-sized craters.

The holes look like they've been gnawed by magnified teeth!

"Hmph, the demonic path!"

Master Tianyi snorted coldly, slammed his hand on the altar, grabbed a handful of soybeans, rubbed them together, and said: "Soybeans condense Qi, thunder and fire conceal the core. Flying powder connects to the candle, drawing upon the Southern Darkness, the candlelight opens the path, the bean Qi transforms into a dragon, burning away evil and dispelling filth, all laws obey..."

"Hurry, hurry, as commanded by the True Lord of the Fire Virtue of the Southern Dipper!"

"go!"

Bean flour crossed the candlelight,

boom--

A lifelike, majestic fire dragon roared and soared out of the candlelight, growing to a length of ten feet, and pounced towards the old esoteric monk more than twenty meters away.

The speed was so fast that even the old esoteric Buddhist monk, Master Boxing, couldn't say that this was the supreme Buddhist Dharma of his esoteric school.

Seeing the fire dragon rushing towards him, he formed hand seals and rapidly chanted a strange incantation: "Om... Beshawa... Naya..."

As soon as the eerie incantation was uttered, a thangka depicting a dazzling golden body, clad in precious armor, holding a precious umbrella in his right hand and a precious rat in his left, with wide-open angry eyes, sitting atop a white lion, flew out from the altar.

The thangka hangs in mid-air, lying across the altar of Master Boxing, emitting a brilliant yet unsettling gray light.

In Foguang County, a blurry figure with divine power appeared from a Thangka painting; it was none other than Vaishravana, one of the four guardian deities of Buddhism.

Zhao Zheng saw the illusory image of Vaishravana open its umbrella towards the fire dragon with a snap, followed by a mournful cry.

The fire dragon vanished as sparks!

This scene made Daoist Tianyi frown, but before he could make a move, he saw Master Boxing form the Tantric invocation mudra with both hands, which was a Tantric divine invocation technique, and point at the little monk who had been slashed away by Xiang Yu.

The illusory image of Vaishravana, which should have dissipated, suddenly solidified, transforming into a wisp of gray Buddhist light that disappeared into the little bald monk's crown.

The little bald monk, who couldn't even crawl on the ground, suddenly perked up, leaped up, caught the white bone-forged umbrella thrown by Master Bo Xing with his right hand, and then moved his feet.

The young monk's injuries seemed to have no effect on his condition. In a few quick steps, he arrived in front of Xiang Yu, who was swaying slightly as he exited the possession state. He raised his white bone umbrella and lashed it at Xiang Yu's abdomen.

bang——

what--

With a muffled thud and a scream, Xiang Yu was sent flying backward. Zhao Zheng, seeing the little bald monk possessed by Vaishravana, rushed forward and caught his senior brother at the landing point. Then, he shouted to Daoist Tianyi, who was on the altar and about to use the summoning spell to invite Sun Wukong.

"Uncle-Master, let me do it!"

Zhao Zheng dragged Xiang Yu backward to avoid the little bald donkey possessed by Vaishravana, his right hand quickly forming a mudra while his mouth rapidly chanted a spell.

"I humbly beseech the Grand Marshal of the Central Altar, the mighty and illustrious General. With three heads gleaming, clad in golden armor… He commands thunder and lightning. He vanquishes demons and monsters, subdues evil spirits and monsters… The Six Ding, Six Jia, and Five Thunder Gods. By the decree of the Supreme God, he is ever-protective… This disciple wholeheartedly prays for the arrival of Prince Nezha. May the divine soldiers descend swiftly as commanded by the law!"

Zhao Zheng pointed his right hand at Xiang Yu's forehead with a sword-like gesture, then threw Xiang Yu, who was being shaken, into the air. At the same time, he quickly ran to the weapon rack, picked up a spear, and threw it.

"Third Prince, Li Tianwang no longer has his pagoda!"

"???" x2

Master Tianyi and Master Boxing were taken aback. They saw Xiang Yu, who was still in mid-air, suddenly accelerate the process of being possessed by the spirit, and grab the spear with his large hand.

Then, Xiang Yu landed steadily and twirled his spear. He looked at the little bald monk who had stopped charging at him with a kind smile.

Or

A young monk possessed by Vaishravana.

Vaisravana, also known as the Heavenly King of Abundance, seems to have no relation to Nezha. However, Vaisravana has a son named Prince Suprabuddha, who is also known as Prince Jinzha.

If it was merely a coincidence that the son of the Heavenly King of Duowen shared the same name as the son of Li Jing, then he also had a second son named Prince Dujian, also known as Prince Muzha.

He also had a third son named Nezha.

Also known as Nezha, the Prince of Nezha!

In conclusion, Zhao Zheng believes that this Vaishravana is actually an alias or pseudonym used by Li Jing in Buddhism, and one that doesn't involve carrying a pagoda.

So here's the question: what would happen if Li Jing, who always carried the pagoda with him, suddenly lost it and then encountered Nezha?

bang——

With a single thrust of his spear like a dragon, followed by a dragon's tail sweep and twelve consecutive thrusts, in the blink of an eye, Xiang Yu, possessed by the Third Prince Nezha, was transformed into a blur of afterimages flashing back and forth between the sky and the earth.

Zhao Zheng saw Xiang Yu laughing as he beat the little monk, who was possessed by Vaishravana, so badly that he couldn't land and kept suspended in mid-air.

The little monk, or rather, Vaishravana, was extremely tough. He endured his third son's attacks without uttering a sound and looked for an opportunity to counterattack.

It's a pity that he didn't find a chance to fight back until he was smashed through several walls by his own third son.

"..."

One to say one,

That was a really good fight... cough cough, the Third Prince is mighty!

Zhao Zheng, who felt that the tower was Li Jing's true form, hid behind the artificial hill and gave a thumbs up to Nezha, the third prince who was possessed by Xiang Yu.

He then looked blankly at the petty Heavenly King who had stared at him intently before exiting the summoning state.

"Really, how can someone as divine as you be so petty? It's just that your son beat you, it's not like you've never been beaten by your son before," Zhao Zheng muttered to himself.

"I never expected this young friend to have such insights into the art of invoking deities..." Master Boxing on the altar suddenly laughed.

However, before he could finish speaking, he suddenly took out a Thangka from the table and threw it at the artificial hill where Zhao Zheng was.

Swah——

As the Thangka soared through the air and drew near, Zhao Zheng saw a general emerge from the Thangka accompanied by a strange gray Buddhist light. He had a red face and lips, phoenix eyes and silkworm eyebrows, a black beard reaching his chest, and wore a green robe and precious armor. He held a Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his right hand. This general was none other than Guan Yu, or rather, the Bodhisattva Garan, riding a horse and wielding his blade as he attacked.

"???"

Why the hell did you hit me?

Zhao Zheng glanced at Master Bo Xing, then used the lingering divine power of the Jia Ma Talisman to transform into a blur and quickly leave behind the artificial hill.

Just as he left, he heard a cracking sound. Turning his head, he saw that the artificial mountain had been split in two by a flash of light from the blade wielded by the Bodhisattva of Compassion.

The cut was incredibly smooth, revealing its terrifying power!

At the same time, on the altar, Master Tianyi looked coldly at Master Boxing, who was performing the Tantric Summoning Great Hand Seal to send the divine light representing the Bodhisattva of the Sangharama into the little monk's crown chakra.

"You old bald monk, you bully my nephew right in front of me, do you think I don't exist...?"

Perhaps he learned it from Master Bo Xing, because Daoist Tianyi was about to make a move before he could finish speaking, but before he could do so, he heard Zhao Zhengdao.

"Uncle-Master, let me do it!"

The one speaking was still Zhao Zheng, who was dragging Xiang Yu away from the little monk's attacks. He was still chanting incantations while forming a mudra with his right hand, but this time, the incantation he was chanting was one he had modified himself.

"I respectfully address the descendant of the Han dynasty, Emperor Zhaolie of Shu Han, whose benevolence spread throughout the land and whose integrity was renowned throughout the world. Remembering the oath of brotherhood sworn in the Peach Garden, and recalling the sincerity of entrusting his orphan to the emperor at Baidi City, your disciple Zhao Zheng respectfully sets up this altar, admiring your sagely virtue. I seek neither personal gain nor evil paths, but only to uphold righteousness, aid the weak and vulnerable, and dispel the evil influences. I humbly beseech Your Majesty, moved by this sincere devotion, to temporarily depart from the ancestral temple, to summon your divine spirit, and to grant me courage and demonstrate my unwavering loyalty. So be it!"

"We beseech the divine power of Emperor Zhaolie of Han!"

Feeling that the spell should be fine, Zhao Zheng placed his right hand in a sword-like gesture on Xiang Yu's brow. Seeing Xiang Yu beginning to be empowered by the spirit's possession, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, Zhao Zheng shoved the Xiang Yu in his hand directly in front of the little monk who was chasing him with the Green Dragon Crescent Blade and shouted.

"Hey, your older brother's here!"

"..." × 2 + 2

Leaving aside the fact that Master Tianyi and Master Boxing both fell into silence, the little monk who was possessed by Bodhisattva Jialan, also known as Guan Sheng Dijun's alternate account in Buddhism, stopped his steps and stopped his knife.

His face wore an expression that seemed to say, "Brother, I'm not going to kill you," as he looked at Xiang Yu, who had opened his eyes—Xiang Yu, possessed by the spirit of Emperor Zhaolie of Han.

Or rather, Xiang Yu possessed by Liu Bei!

Liu Bei: ...