The ultimate master in the city

"What is Master Wu planning?" Zhou Fengchen and Monk Yuanzhi asked in unison.

"Do you know what kind of illusion this is?" Zhang Shisan pointed around. "In our Longhu Mountain Xuandao methods, it's called the Rebirth and Forgetfulness Heart Barrier."

Monk Yuanzhi said impatiently, "What nonsense is this? It's just a really bad 'ghost wall' situation! Speak properly!"

Zhang Shisanqian chuckled and said, "Let me put it this way: the reason people become ghosts after death is because they harbor resentment. The greater the resentment, the higher the cultivation level. If a person lives a peaceful life, has many children and grandchildren before death, and has no regrets, then it wouldn't make sense for them to become a ghost. So, ghosts all harbor resentment; resentment is a knot in their hearts. The reason this old ghost, Master Wu, died has become a huge knot of resentment in the thousand years since he became a ghost. He painted it and it appeared as this illusion, so it's called the 'Rebirth and Forgetfulness Heart Barrier.' That name makes sense, doesn't it?"

"Uh! Makes sense, seems pretty awesome!" Zhou Fengchen nodded. "And then?"

Zhang Shisan said, "Then ordinary people who break in will surely die, while Buddhist and Taoist masters who break in will be trapped here unless their cultivation is much higher than his and they can be broken with a wave of their hand. If they want to get out, they must fulfill his wish and follow his path. If they fail, Master Wu's resentment will deepen and his cultivation will increase. If they succeed, his mind will become clear and his cultivation will increase."

Monk Yuanzhi cursed, "This bastard is using our cultivation as a pretext! Whatever we do will benefit him!"

Zhang Shisan nodded. "It sounds mysterious, like something out of a fantasy novel, but that's actually how it is. Maybe he's not actually fighting us, but just using us to cultivate so he can help his master, the Flower-Scattering Ghost King!"

Zhou Fengchen summarized, "So you mean the only way for us to get out is to help him fulfill his wish? Whether we succeed or not, it will benefit him!"

Zhang Shisan said, "That's right! Unless your cultivation level is higher than his, you can't break through with a wave of your hand. He is a subordinate of the Scattering Flower Ghost King, so he is definitely not the Ghost King. He is more likely a Ghost General. According to the classification of cultivation level, I am about the same as him. Brother Zhou, you may be slightly higher than him, but it will still be a bit difficult to break through here."

Monk Yuanzhi said, "I'm a little confused. You've been rambling on for so long, what exactly is his wish?"

Zhang Shisan said, "Why did he become a monk even after becoming a ghost? Because he liked being a monk. He died on his way to find the Scattered Flower Daoist nun, and he was filled with resentment. So, he sought help from another Scattered Flower Daoist nun, or at least resolved the brawl between the army and the monks. That was his wish!"

Zhou Fengchen said with a strange expression, "What if we don't break through this place, nor fulfill his wish, but something else happens instead?"

Zhang Shisan was taken aback. "I don't know! What do you mean?"

Zhou Fengchen waved his hand, "You all watch closely. What kind of Taoist skills does Master Wu have? I'll call him out and have a fight with him first."

"You..." Zhang Shisan and Monk Yuanzhi were dumbfounded. Just as they were about to speak, Zhou Fengchen jumped down and ran towards the meeting point between the army and the monks.

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By this time, the monks and the army were very close, so they all stopped and looked at each other.

A general in iron armor, riding a tall horse and wielding a twelve-foot-long cleaver, stepped forward and brandished it: "Hey! You bunch of bald monks, disobeying the imperial court's orders, are you plotting a rebellion?"

The abbot stepped forward shakily, clasped his hands together, and said with a compassionate expression, "Namo Amitabha! General, the monks of Puxian Temple are all detached from worldly affairs. Why can't the court tolerate them?"

The general gave a cold laugh. "Buddhism is a religion from the Western Regions, different from the teachings of the Central Plains. It spreads heresies and violates human ethics, so it should be destroyed!"

The old abbot showed no anger, and said with a smile, "Not so! Not so! Buddhism is a religion for all under heaven, and there is no such thing as a foreign land from the Western Regions. The Buddha loves all sentient beings, is kind to people, and relieves the suffering of all people. It is a teaching of great love..."

The general hesitated for a moment, then said, "You old bald donkey! I can't argue with you, but... His Majesty has given the order! I have no choice but to obey, my men!"

"Here you go!"

The soldiers thrust their spears forward and answered in unison.

The general raised his hand, ready to strike and the army would immediately begin their attack!

The abbot, upon seeing this, sighed softly and said, "All monks, novices, warrior monks, and ascetics, the time has come to protect the Buddha!"

"yes!"

The dark mass of monks responded in unison.

Just as the two sides were about to fight, a voice suddenly came from the side: "What are you doing? How old are you? Why do you still have to act like a fighter every day?"

The soldiers and monks were all dumbfounded. They all turned to look at the newcomer, who was a young man with a shaved head, wearing a "strange leather jacket," who walked over with a smile, occasionally looking up at the sky.

The general brandished his executioner's blade and roared, "Who are you? You're spouting nonsense!"

Zhou Fengchen waved his hand dismissively, "Go play with your balls somewhere else. Even your emperor is my own son, so who do you think I am? My godmother!"

"Uh—" The general stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded.

From the monks' side, a long-bearded old monk stepped forward and angrily said, "Jingyuan! Didn't I tell you to go and invite the Daoist nun Sanhua? Why are you back again?"

Zhou Fengchen blinked. "Invite my ass! Why don't you go and invite him yourself? That old monk's got quite the attitude."

"Uh—" The old monk was also dumbfounded.

Zhou Fengchen then smiled and said, "Actually, I'm a deity!"

The monks and the army were completely petrified!

Then a stick and an arrow came flying at once.

"I'll kill you, you madman!"

"You can't kill me." Zhou Fengchen smiled, waved his hand lightly, and the sticks and arrows disappeared with the wind.

"This..." The soldiers and monks stared wide-eyed, as if they had seen a ghost.

"You still don't believe me even though I told you I'm a deity!" Zhou Fengchen shook his head, formed a hand seal, and gently waved it. "Hurry!"

His hair was visibly growing back.

The soldiers and monks were so shocked they were speechless.

Zhou Fengchen smiled and said, "Actually, I'm here to mediate the fight."

The general swallowed hard and asked, "How will you persuade them?"

"Simple!" Zhou Fengchen sat down cross-legged. "We're all one big family, even monks can be patriotic, and soldiers can be kind-hearted, right? Why don't we all dance together and have some fun?"

"You, you, you..." The monk and the army were speechless.

Zhou Fengchen took out a suona from his bag, took a deep breath, and slowly began to play it. The sound was very pleasant and melodious, making people unable to help but be captivated by it.

At first, the monks and soldiers were struggling, but later they rushed together and danced joyfully.

What an ugly dance! An old monk and a general are doing a striptease together! A soldier and a martial monk are dancing the tango together.

The scene was so spectacular that it was almost unbearable to look at.

Suddenly, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and a "humph!" echoed through the air.

Zhou Fengchen stopped playing the suona, took out a cigarette, lit it, and looked at the sky with a nonchalant air: "You grandson surnamed Wu, having fun? Breaking your illusion is a piece of cake for me, and killing you is just a matter of one move!"

I like the novel "The Strongest Master in the City".