Da Feng: From copying golden entries to becoming an immortal in the mortal world

In a secluded courtyard on the outskirts of Beijing.

At the bottom of the dim well, the silt emitted a faint fishy smell. A middle-aged monk leaned against the well wall, sitting cross-legged in meditation.

Heng Hui, dressed in a black robe, walked over.

Heng Yuan looked dejected, his lips were cracked, and he was already seriously injured.

He opened his eyes and said again, "Heng Hui, you harbor resentment and have become a pawn in someone else's game."

"Now you have harmed the innocent and strayed from the original intention of revenge. Turn back before it's too late!"

Upon hearing this, Heng Hui became agitated: "Senior brother! Even becoming someone else's pawn is like dying a pathetic death!"

Beneath the black cloak, a pair of dark eyes without whites gleamed with a scarlet light.

His face was contorted with rage as he roared, "I'm already dead, what's the point of talking about turning back now!"

"Killing them isn't enough! I'll kill everyone around them too!"

"The elders failed in their parenting; they deserve to die!"

"It's despicable that relatives and friends turn a blind eye and offer no advice!"

Heng Hui knelt in front of Heng Yuan with a pained expression, clutching his forehead with his left hand and slamming it hard against the ground.

His blood-red right hand, with a death vortex gathering in its palm, reached out towards Hengyuan.

"I want to eat my senior brother!"

Hengyuan faced the terrifying vortex of death with composure, even as his vital energy rapidly drained away.

Heng Hui saw that his senior brother, whom he regarded as both a brother and a father, was on the verge of death!

His expression was pained, and he used his left hand to suppress his right: "Senior brother, run!"

Seeing that the time was ripe, Heng Yuan took out a magic array plate from his robes: "Heng Hui! Don't let the resentment in your heart and the negative emotions from losing your hand affect you!"

"Do you remember the first mnemonic I taught you back then?!"

Hengyuan gathered his remaining strength, twisted the magic array, and unleashed the Lion's Roar!

The slowdown in speed, the suppression in strength, and the loss of vital energy within the body.

All three effects of the magic array were applied to Heng Hui.

His right hand roared menacingly, "Heng Hui! Your senior brother colluded with a sorcerer, don't you want revenge?"

Heng Hui pressed his left hand firmly against his right hand, and kept chanting the purification mantra.

The Buddhist and Taoist mantras for purifying the mind are unparalleled by other cultivation systems in their ability to suppress the mind.

Heng Hui had already been refined into a walking corpse, but thanks to his remaining resentment and the powerful life force in his right hand, he appeared to have been resurrected.

Once the Purification Mantra is recited, Heng Hui's resentment will begin to dissipate, and he will truly die!

"You are not allowed to harm my senior brother! I would rather die than harm him!"

Heng Hui understood everything. The reason why the demon race asked him to accept the right hand was because he was a Buddhist disciple with resentment!

It can suppress this evil right hand!

"Senior brother, I regret growing up..."

A golden light emanated from Heng Hui, covering the bloody color on her body.

He knelt before Hengyuan and sighed:

"Sometimes I think... if I hadn't grown up, I would still be by my senior brother's side, meditating and chanting scriptures."

"Although I used to complain to you, senior, that these things were boring, I really didn't have these worries back then."

"If I hadn't grown up, I wouldn't have met Pingyang, and I wouldn't have hurt her!"

Heng Yuan was a burly man with a fierce-looking face. He listened to Heng Hui's words, clasped his hands together, and silently grieved.

Heng Hui's resentment slowly faded, and his right hand was filled with Buddhist nature: "Senior brother, I am already very satisfied to have the opportunity for revenge."

"You don't need to cooperate with this so-called Young Master Luo for my sake, after all, my junior brother is already dead!"

At that moment, laughter and conversation could be heard from the edge of the ancient well.

"Judging from Master Henghui's words, you feel satisfied with killing a few scoundrels?"

"Whether it's the eldest son of the Earl of Pingyuan and the Minister of War, or you and Princess Pingyang... both sides are spending their time in sorrow, while those behind the scenes are indulging in the jubilation of victory."

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"And you don't even know who's behind it all!"

"Little did you know, the person behind the scenes bears 70% of the responsibility for the tragedy that led to you and Princess Pingyang!"

"In other words, Master Henghui, what qualifications do you have to forgive the person behind the scenes on behalf of Princess Pingyang?"

Upon hearing this, Heng Yuan's eyes widened, and he looked at Luo Chen with concern: "Young Master Luo, be careful!"

Heng Hui is still unstable, and it would be troublesome if she went berserk.

Luo Chen remained calm and unhurried, jumping down into the well and instead moving closer to his opponent step by step:

"Master Heng Hui, cooperation does not necessarily mean one-sided exploitation, but rather win-win cooperation."

Heng Hui glanced at his senior brother, shrugged, sighed, and gave his last words:

"Benefactor Luo, the origin of my severed arm is unknown... If I turn back now, there is still a chance."

Seeing that Luo Chen's face remained unmoved, he added, "Each time the power of this severed hand is used, a large amount of the essence and blood of living beings is required, and the essence and blood of martial artists are of good quality."

"I am one with the severed hand, and through the essence of the meditation mantra, it seems to have been influenced by Buddhism and Taoism."

"As long as Benefactor Luo has no evil thoughts, there is no need to worry about being devoured by the evil thoughts behind the severed hand. Also, be careful of the people behind me; they will definitely take back the severed hand."

Heng Hui suddenly stood up, knelt down in front of the seriously injured Heng Yuan, and performed a final farewell ceremony.

"Senior brother, I'm leaving."

"I've troubled you all these years, senior brother, and caused you worry..."

After Heng Hui finished speaking, he sat cross-legged on the ground. The golden light around him dimmed, and his black skin turned dark purple.

The severed limb on his right arm, like a severed earthworm, lay wriggling on the ground.

Heng Yuan took a deep breath, enduring his sorrow: "Young Master Luo, silently recite the calming mantra in your heart, and I will protect you at the same time."

Luo Chen nodded, walked to Heng Hui, made a Buddhist gesture with one hand, and picked up the severed hand.

That night, Luo Chen sought out Heng Yuan to learn the incantation for the Tranquility Mantra, in order to prevent being devoured by the evil thoughts of Shen Shu's right hand.

Although he knew that the right hand of the Divine Power was full of Buddha-nature and needed to absorb a large amount of essence and blood to nourish it after being released, it looked rather evil.

He can't rely on luck forever; it's not shameful to add an extra layer of insurance.

"Master Hengyuan, please accept my condolences."

"Master Heng Hui's revenge has only just begun."

After all, Hengyuan was already in his forties or fifties, so Luo Chen simply comforted him.

He took the divine right hand and put it to his mouth.

Suddenly, Shen Shu's right hand erupted with a powerful aura, instantly freezing the surrounding air and quickly merging with Luo Chen.

At the same time, Luo Chen's primordial spirit exploded into countless fragments of memories, causing his consciousness to become blurred.

"Young Master Luo, hold on!"

Ignoring his injuries, Heng Yuan used his Lion's Roar Technique to begin chanting a calming mantra.

"That sound is so familiar, it's a calming mantra..."

A gentle voice echoed in Luo Chen's mind, followed by the appearance of a young monk, who radiated a faint glow, like a god or Buddha.

He sat quietly on the prayer mat, his hands clasped together.

"The monk's Dharma name is Shenshu; it seems he has a connection with the young benefactor."

Luo Chen: "Master Shenshu, you're too kind."

"Just nourish me from within; Master, you don't need to stand on ceremony with me."

Shen Shu smiled gently, "This monk thanks you for your understanding, young benefactor. You needn't stand on ceremony."

Soon, Shen Shu's right hand spirit entered a meditative state.

Luo Chen slowly opened his eyes and got up from the ground: "Master Hengyuan, I'm alright."

He knew what Hengyuan wanted to ask, so he simply answered directly: "This severed hand is part of a high-ranking Buddhist or Taoist monk. Because it was suppressed for hundreds of years, it carries a trace of resentment."

"After being purified by the calming mantra, the high monk regained his rationality."

Heng Yuan was shocked to hear this, as the power of the severed hand was evident to all.

He possesses at least the strength of a second-rank martial artist.

"Master Hengyuan, someone has arrived."

Luo Chen reminded him, "Don't forget our plan."