The Young Swordsman: The Taoist Priest of Qingcheng Has Descended the Mountain

"They are quite polite, much better than the two before you." Zhou Zhenhuan said, and without any visible movement, the wine in the wine jar slowly emerged and eventually condensed into a sword.

As soon as the sword was completed, Zhou Tao was on high alert. The bone sword called Killing Heart beside him instantly jumped into his hand, and he retreated again, instantly appearing outside the temple.

"Why go all this way just for a drink?"

Zhou Huanzhen waved his hand lightly, and the sword formed from the condensed wine shot out instantly.

It was just an ordinary sword strike, without any unnecessary frills.

However, Zhou Tao unleashed 127 consecutive sword strikes, and on the 128th strike, the Killing Heart Sword in his hand shattered with a crash.

Zhou Tao was shocked. Although the sword was carved from human bones, the owner of those bones was no ordinary person.

It was the leg bone of a highly accomplished monk who had passed away peacefully. In his lifetime, the monk possessed an indestructible body, exceptionally hard and strong.

With this sword, he easily ascended to the position of Sword Maniac, received an audience with the Venerable Bodhisattva, and became a guest of honor, enjoying the ultimate bliss.

But now, the sword is broken.

But the sip of wine in front of him remained completely intact.

Seeing the wine sword pierce through his body, Zhou Tao gave up resisting.

A strange smile appeared on his face.

"It seems our intelligence was wrong. Everyone said that the carefree immortal of Qingcheng Mountain had already entered the realm of divine travel. Now it seems that the senior's strength has probably reached the peak of the divine travel realm."

Senior, let me give you a piece of advice: whether it's the Outer Heaven or the Blissful Realm, even if you are a divine traveler, once you enter this world, you may never return.

I advise you not to covet things beyond this world.

That concludes my remarks; I will now take my leave.

That sip of wine wasn't drunk; it seems this Sword Maniac can't hold his liquor.

Zhou really felt it was a bit of a pity.

The sip of wine transformed into a raging fire, engulfing the Sword Maniac's body.

Zhou Tao has completely given up on this half of her body.

He knew very well that as long as he died, he would be resurrected in another place.

So even though he was on fire, he remained calm.

But after a while, he started to panic.

He discovered that his body was burning and had turned to ash, yet he remained in front of the temple, showing no sign of being reborn elsewhere.

How is this going?

Chapter 93 The Heavenly Demon and the Wooden Fish

Inside this now nameless temple, there is only one monk, whose Dharma name is Faye.

There is also a memorial tablet for an old monk who has passed away; his Buddhist name was Wangyou (Forget-Worry).

The once tranquil place is now filled with a strong aroma of alcohol and a slightly sour smell of roasted meat.

Venerable Faye smelled the aroma of the wine, a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

Feeling somewhat guilty, he uttered a Buddhist chant: "Amitabha. Real person, this person has actually cultivated a primordial spirit?"

Could he also be a master of teleportation?

However, the primordial spirit left behind by Zhou Tao looked very strange. Half of it was surrounded by sword energy, while the other half was pitch black, even darker than the night.

Moreover, the dark half seemed to be boiling water, constantly wriggling, as if something was trying to crawl out from inside.

Zhou Zhenhuan smiled and shook his head: "There aren't that many masters of divine travel in this world."

It's just one of the myriad methods of the Heavenly Demon.

However, this person's mind is indeed remarkable. After all, splitting one's own soul in two and then having it restored by the incarnation of a celestial demon, such soul-tearing pain would probably have driven someone with an extraordinary mind to madness long ago.

However, this person's behavior was normal, indicating that he was not affected by the demonic thoughts of that heavenly demon.

Venerable Faye was slightly moved; the thought of his soul being torn apart was unbearable.

"So what is his current state?"

"Neither human nor demon, Heaven does not concern itself with them."

The incompleteness of the Dao today allowed the Demoness of that day to exploit a loophole.

If it weren't for my own abilities, this person would have been reborn in another place even if he died here.

It's just a pity he was unlucky enough to meet me.

Zhou Zhenhuan looked around and spotted a small wooden fish. He smiled and waved his hand, and the wooden fish flew away.

When the wooden fish flew back, the sword maniac's soul had already been sealed inside it.

"It would be too boring for the master to be alone, so we found him a companion."

The master strikes the bell and chants scriptures every day; I suppose that I, a relative from hundreds of years ago, can still be influenced by the Buddha.

Opportunities to suppress the Heavenly Demon are rare.

Upon hearing this, Venerable Faye gave a wry smile, but then earnestly bowed to Zhou Zhenhuan in Buddhist salutation.

"Thank you, Masato."

Buddhism teaches that enlightenment comes from subduing demons. The Buddha subdued eight great demons before becoming a Buddha.

The Buddha who fell was originally following the Buddha's example, but because his cultivation was inadequate, he was taken advantage of by the demons.

Venerable Faye laid down his butcher's knife, comprehended Buddhist principles, and naturally understood that Zhou Zhenhuan was paving a path for him.

A path that may lead to the other shore.

Although this sword maniac Zhou Tao is only a half-demon, a half-demon is still a demon.

"Master, you are too kind. Master, rest assured, the seal I set up myself is so strong that even the Heavenly Demon himself could not break it."

She'd better not come, or she might get trapped inside too.

Master, please focus on your meditation and understanding of Buddhist principles; leave the rest to me.

It's rare to encounter something so interesting.

Venerable Faye bowed again, then hesitated for a moment: "Regarding that outer heaven..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Zhenhuan shook his head.

"What this person said at the beginning was right. Since it's a secret that's been kept for so long, there's no need for the master to say anything."

To avoid committing sins through speech.

Moreover, I already know the answer.

Venerable Faye was slightly taken aback: "The True Man knows?"

Zhou Zhenhuan nodded and gently tapped the wooden fish: "The moment I saw him, I already knew what lay beyond the heavens."

That's quite astonishing, really.

Zhou Zhenhuan left, taking nothing with him.

He paused in the temple courtyard for a moment, only to find the temple too desolate and cold.

Therefore, after he left, a peach tree grew in the temple, and it was extremely beautiful.

As for whether Venerable Faye liked peach blossoms, he didn't know, but he did, and his junior brother liked them too, so Mount Qingcheng was full of peach blossoms.

I imagine Venerable Dharmakṣa would also like it.

Looking back, it was indeed a riot of flowers and much more lively.

Venerable Faye, holding a wooden fish, stood under the peach tree, looked up at a few petals falling in the wind, reached out and caught one, and smiled slightly.

"This true immortal is indeed a refined and elegant person, truly virtuous!"

Before long, the entire temple was filled with peaceful chanting and faint roars.

Snowmoon City is now bustling with activity.

Every day, everyone could see the young lady chasing after a handsome young man in a blue Taoist robe, leaping and bounding all over the city.

Rumor has it that the young lady has taken a liking to that young man and wants to marry him.

Unfortunately, the young man became a Taoist priest and could not marry her, which led to her turning her love into hatred.

The story was told with great detail and accuracy. As for the young lady also wearing a blue Taoist robe, tch, who cares?

Only stories of unrequited love are poignant and worthy of being told.

Fei Xuan and Li Fansong have been living quite comfortably lately.

Their senior master/grandmaster, who always liked to "train" them, has passed away. The two of them spend their days wandering around Snow Moon City, occasionally setting up a stall in front of the Ascending Heaven Pavilion to tell fortunes for people. Their predictions are always accurate, which has earned them a great reputation.

Tang Lian is obsessed with martial arts training every day. Now she has combined the Eight-Armed Nezha with the Sea Transport Fist, and its power has increased by more than eight times.

Now, without relying on hidden weapons, but only on his fists and feet, he has already surpassed his previous peak.

Even Baili Dongjun praised it as very good, and even learned the eight-armed Nezha technique from his disciple.

As everyone knows, Baili Dongjun is a natural martial arts prodigy, a sword immortal when wielding a sword and a knife immortal when wielding a saber.

However, he preferred to use his fists. When he first obtained the Eight-Armed Nezha, he only found it interesting. But after studying it, he felt that this skill seemed to contain a special kind of Dao. If one could enter a state of spiritual travel through it, the strength of one's primordial spirit would naturally be extraordinary.

Lei Wujie was taken up the mountain by his older sister to practice swordsmanship. The siblings had already recognized each other, and they were naturally very moved.

However, after being moved, Lei Wujie experienced the suppression of his bloodline.

The question was what his master had told him before he left: to learn swordsmanship from his sister.

Lei Wujie has now learned from Tang Lian about his older sister, his master Lei Hong, and the matters between his uncle and his master.

While feeling awkward, there was also an indescribable yet genuine sense of relief.

In his opinion, the junior uncle was indeed a better match for the older sister.

Although Master Lei Hong is also very good, he is not as good-looking as his uncle.

Of course, that's not the most important thing. The most important thing is that her older sister likes her martial uncle, and her martial uncle also likes her older sister. They are mutually in love, and that's the most important thing.

However, the generational relationships among them are quite complicated.

On second thought, something seemed off. Master Lei Hong was one of the Four Heroes of the Lei Clan, a brother to his father. So how could he treat his sister...?

Wow, it's definitely easier to accept marrying your martial uncle.

As for my uncle becoming my brother-in-law, so what?

He already knew that his sister and his father had both become disciples of the same person.

The generational order becomes even more difficult to determine.

Anyway, people from all walks of life don't care about formalities, and everyone calls themselves whatever they want, which is quite nice.

Chapter 94 Fate

When the spear master Sikong Changfeng arrived here, he immediately grabbed the teapot and started chugging his tea.

Seeing that he had finished drinking the water, Zhao Yuzhen very considerately refilled the pot for him.

Li Hanyi, standing to the side, was looking at an invitation.

This was just brought over by Sikong Changfeng.

"Snow Moon City is so lively these days, it's much quieter here."

These past few days, the noise has really given me a headache.

All the famous sects and families in the martial arts world have come.

Speaking of which, you have more face, brother.

Although the Flower Festival was lively in previous years, it was mostly attended by younger people.

This year is different; many family heads came in person, bringing gifts.

"You all seem to have gotten away with it all, while I've been receiving so many gifts these past few days that my hands are sore from carrying them."