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"Zhang Sanfeng, you are so presumptuous as to call yourself a master!"

Amidst the excitement, a dramatic battle was about to unfold as the five major sects besieged Wudang.

A deafening roar instantly spread from the top of Wudang Mountain to the foot of the mountain.

Even the Wudang Mountain disciples standing on the Sword-Removing Stone at the foot of the mountain could clearly hear the angry roar coming from the Zixiao Palace.

"presumptuous!!!"

The deafening and terrifying sound waves instantly made all the disciples present, whether from the Wudang Sect or other sects, show expressions of pain. Some were even so bad that their eardrums were ruptured and bleeding.

Even under this roar, those who were not injured felt dizzy, their limbs were weak, and their true energy seemed to be out of control.

In a short period of time, everyone on Wudang Mountain fell down, and only a few people in Zixiao Palace remained standing.

"Boss Xiong, you have such a loud voice!!" The girl, wearing a white long dress, with her delicate jade feet bare and her black hair as smooth as silk tied into a simple bun on top of her head, looked like an elf from the demon world with every move she made, and she let out a string of silver bell-like laughter.

"Boss Xiong's aura is indeed... indeed majestic!!" Captain Zuo was dressed in armor, with five long swords standing upright behind him, a long whip with a bell hanging from his waist, and a broadsword in his hand.

"That's right! That's loud and serious, shocking!" Huang Rong nodded in agreement, but she didn't look like the future Zhuge Liang. She wore a shabby, black fur hat that was tilted askew. Her hands and face were all smeared with black coal. Only when she smiled did her two rows of bright, fine teeth show, looking a bit out of place.

The first offline mission of several group members began with Xiongba's roar that shook the mountains and fields.

A robe with black patterns on a gold background perfectly displays his domineering temperament.

Xiong Ba laughed heartily, glanced at Ying An first, clasped his fists slightly, and said, "Xiong Ba greets Master Ying An!"

"Boss Xiong, why be so polite?" Ying An gave him a false support and said, "It seems that Boss Xiong alone can easily complete this mission!"

"Master Ying An, what are you talking about?" Xiong Ba said modestly, "How dare I show off my humble skills in front of you?"

As the group members were greeting each other, a weak and trembling voice suddenly came over.

"Monster...monster!! Zhang Sanfeng, you are so presumptuous to be a master, yet you actually...actually colluded with a monster, intending to destroy the Central Plains martial arts world!!"

Following the sound, the old monk Kongwen was the first one to recover. Even so, he could only lean on his staff to maintain his standing position. His voice was intermittent.

"Old monk, you're not bad. You've recovered so quickly!" Xiongba glanced at Kong Wen approvingly, then turned to Zhang Sanfeng and said, "Master Zhang, those who dared to come and provoke you deserve to die. Do you need my help cleaning them up?"

"No!!" Zhang Sanfeng said hurriedly.

It is no exaggeration to say that if Xiongba really killed all the martial artists present, the Central Plains martial arts world would be extinct in an instant.

I don't know how many sects will disappear because of this.

Chapter 49: Appearance of Gods and Buddhas

Even the five major sects of Shaolin, Emei, Kunlun, Kongtong, and Huashan have strong foundations. Even if they lose their fellow disciples in Wudang Mountain, there is no risk of the sect's inheritance being cut off.

But with so many talented people dying at once, it can be said that the Central Plains martial arts world as a whole has fallen into an unprecedented low.

At least Zhang Sanfeng knew that although the six major sects in the Central Plains might not dare to directly confront the Yuan Dynasty, as long as the six major sects existed, they could form a certain resistance to the brutal Yuan Dynasty. At the very least, the six major sects could also protect the people around them.

If the five major sects were to wipe out Wudang Mountain all at once, the consequences would be absolutely disastrous. Not to mention other things, the Wudang Sect would probably become a more notorious evil sect than the Ming Cult.

"What? Can't we kill these people who came to Wudang Mountain to provoke us?" Xiong Ba raised his eyebrows and said with a hint of displeasure, "Master Zhang is so indecisive. No wonder these cowardly rats dared to bully us!"

After a slight pause, Xiong Ba looked at Ying An and said, "What does Master Ying An mean?"

"For matters like this, we should really listen to the group leader!" Although Zuo Qianhu agreed with Xiongba's decision to teach the people from the five major sects a lesson, killing all the non-Wudang people on Wudang Mountain at once was still a challenge to Zuo Qianhu's bottom line.

Ying An gave Xiong Ba a meaningful look. Thoughts raced through his mind.

In just a flash, Ying An realized that Xiongba had been testing him since he came to this world.

After all, Ying An was certified by the chat group as someone who had broken the barrier between life and death.

Xiongba is ambitious and joined the chat group even earlier than Ying An. How could he be willing to let the throne of group leader fall to others?

Unless he becomes the group leader himself, Xiongba, who is unwilling to be outdone, will definitely cause trouble.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, the long sword that almost caused Zhang Cuishan to commit suicide spun in the air, flew to Ying An's side, and kept circling around Ying An.

"Boss Xiong's murderous aura is too strong, which may not be a good thing!" Ying An answered irrelevantly: "You must know that God is merciful!!"

A flash of disdain flashed across Xiongba's eyes, then disappeared in an instant.

In Xiongba's view, Ying An's moonlighting as the son of the First Emperor was presumptuous. Historical records depict the First Emperor as a cruel and tyrannical figure. Under the strict Qin laws, countless civilians from the six kingdoms were killed or injured. Was there ever a single instance of mercy from the First Emperor?

Who would have thought that Ying An, the son of the First Emperor, would be so indecisive.

"Does the leader of the group mean to bypass these people?" Xiong Ba, who looked like he was willing to accept the advice, said with some embarrassment, "But what if these people embarrass Master Zhang again after we leave? We can't show up all the time, right?"

"This is easy!" Ying An glanced at the statue of Zhenwu Emperor that was enshrined high above the main hall of Zixiao Palace.

The next moment, as everyone stared in astonishment, the statue of the Great Emperor Zhenwu suddenly shone with brilliant light. The divine light was dazzling and brilliant.

It was visible to the naked eye that the Great Emperor Zhenwu, standing on a black tortoise, with a spirit snake coiled around his body and a sword in his hand, suddenly leaped up from the altar.

"Zhenwu...Zhenwu Emperor has appeared!!" Master Kongwen, who had just recovered a little, was immediately frightened by the scene of the Zhenwu Emperor's statue appearing.

Not only Master Kongwen, but also other martial artists who were dizzy from Xiongba's roar just now, now vaguely saw the scene of the appearance of the Great Emperor Zhenwu.

Aside from Zhang Sanfeng, the other Wudang disciples, the more vulnerable ones, were so frightened they dropped to their knees. The more devout ones, however, were truly convinced and prayed in deep fear.

The scene of the appearance of the Great Emperor Zhenwu was naturally created by Ying An.

Although he has not yet inherited the True Martial Saint Body, the means of soul cultivation system after entry is to manipulate the field of illusion.

It can be said that any person who has successfully cultivated the soul, as long as they reach the level of night wandering, can easily perform illusions. The damage to the spiritual realm is the most terrifying aspect of the soul system.

At this moment, Ying An seemed to be using his own ghostly immortal spirit to inspire decades of faith in the Great Emperor Zhenwu on Mount Wudang, creating this illusion that was about to break the boundaries of illusion and step into the realm of reality from illusion.

At the same moment that the Great Emperor Zhenwu appeared, a chilling wind suddenly blew above Ying An's head. The next moment, a solemn Buddha statue, sitting cross-legged, with a face identical to Ying An's, appeared out of thin air. Immeasurable relic-like Buddha light emanated from his body, and Buddhist chanting filled his ears.

Zen Master Kongwen, who was frightened by the Dharma image of Emperor Zhenwu, burst into tears after seeing Ying An's past Dharma image. His heart seemed to be cleansed by the Buddha's light.

Even his hatred for Xie Xun and his jealousy of Wudang Mountain had faded to the point where they seemed about to disappear.

Kneeling on the ground with a loud bang, Zen Master Kongwen clasped his hands together and said with great emotion: "I am Kongwen of Shaolin Temple. I kowtow to the Buddha. May the Buddha have mercy on me!!"

A group of Shaolin monks followed closely behind. On the other side, Master Miejue and Master Jingxuan of the Emei Sect and others also followed Master Kongwen and knelt at the feet of the Past Buddha.

The reason why the Buddha of the past can have such a touching effect on people's hearts is actually because of the Hongyi template that Ying An obtained, and the capital for his success is the Amitabha Sutra of the past.

The visualization pictures in the ancient Amitabha Sutra almost fully express the true meaning and divine will of the ancient Buddha.

At this moment, it seems that the Past Buddha has the face of Ying An on his head. In fact, all those who see the Past Buddha, in addition to the recognition of Ying An's face, can feel the infinite past lives and their own charm on the face of the Past Buddha, which is presented on the face of the Past Buddha.

That is truly something that can make people feel the profound meaning of their own Buddha nature.

Compared to the awe-inspiring Zhenwu Emperor, the Buddha of the past, in addition to his great supernatural powers and eternal immutability, was more of a call and enlightenment to all living beings from the depths of his heart.

Seeing the images of the Great Emperor Zhenwu and the Buddha appear one after another, Xiongba's expression became gloomy and uncertain, constantly changing.

If he could still feel a bit of illusion in the body of the Great Emperor Zhenwu, then even Xiongba almost had his soul converted by the Buddha of the Past and had the idea of ​​converting to Buddhism.

This alone made Xiongba completely afraid to even think about testing her.

The image of the Great Emperor Zhenwu was ultimately formed by the incense and faith of Wudang Mountain, and Ying An's spirit only played a role in enlightenment. This also resulted in the Great Emperor Zhenwu appearing for only a moment before dissipating again, as if returning to the statue.

At this moment, the Buddha's image of the past transformed into a wisp of cold wind and returned to Ying An's body.

Chapter 50: The Buddha is a real living Buddha

Although the Great Emperor Zhenwu and the Buddhas of the Past both disappeared.

But in Zixiao Palace, including the entire Wudang Mountain, no one dared to covet the Wudang Sect at this moment.

The idea that the Dragon Slaying Sword contained the immortal sword technique seemed to have been tacitly forgotten by everyone.

Even though Ying An had just arrived in this world, the damage he had inflicted on the Five Great Sects and the various martial arts sects and independent practitioners of the Yitian World was not as great as the terrifying roar of Xiong Ba just now.

Whether it was the appearance of the Great Emperor Zhenwu or the appearance of the Past Buddha, both allowed Ying An to completely capture the hearts of the people in the world of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber in an instant.

Even Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but look at Ying An with a hint of suspicion.

After all, as a member of the group who knew the identity of Emperor Ying An as the son of the First Emperor, he knew very well that Buddhism would not spread eastward until the future period when Emperor Ming of Han had a dream about a golden man.

At that time, it had been nearly three hundred years since Ying An's time.

No matter how you look at it, Ying An shouldn't know about Buddhism. But the image of the Buddha's past that Ying An condensed made Zhang Sanfeng feel a little bit like he was a Buddha in the past.

All of this really made Ying An's image in Zhang Sanfeng's mind more mysterious.

Maybe it was because Ying An took away the image of the past Buddha.

Monks like Kongwen from the Shaolin sect and Miejue, Master Jingxuan and others from the Emei sect finally had the chance to return to their rationality.

However, as Buddhists, even if they regained their rationality, none of the disciples from Shaolin and Emei sects dared to treat Ying An as a mortal anymore.

Kongwen handed the Zen staff in his hand to the young monk beside him, tidied up his slightly messy monk's robes and cassock, and then knelt down to worship Ying An.

Although the Emei Sect's Nun Miejue was cruel, she was a nun, but her devotion to Buddhism was no less than that of the Shaolin Sect.

For a moment, among the six major sects, Shaolin and Emei, the two sects with obvious Buddhist beliefs, all knelt down devoutly at Ying An's feet.

Even the Kunlun, Kongtong, and Huashan sects no longer had any greed or covetousness in their eyes when they looked at Ying An. Instead, there was only awe!!

The mere art of flying swords might have given them the idea of ​​replacing him, but the appearance of the Great Emperor Zhenwu and the Buddha of the Past completely destroyed all their delusions.

"Boss Xiong!" Ying An ignored the various sects kneeling at his feet. Instead, he looked at Xiong Ba and said, "Do you think these people will dare to harbor hostility towards the Wudang Sect again in the future?"

Xiongba's expression changed. Although he thought Ying'an's actions were just a trick, the true and real Buddha's past was something Xiongba couldn't bring himself to say.

His expression was gloomy and uncertain. After a long while, Xiong Ba sighed and said, "Master Ying An, you are indeed worthy of being the son of the First Emperor!!"

Be it Ying An or Xiong Ba, when they spoke, they did not avoid mentioning the people from the major sects in Zixiao Palace.

Especially the Shaolin and Emei sects, upon hearing that Ying An was actually the son of the First Emperor, who lived around 1,500 years ago, they became even more convinced that Ying An must be the reincarnation of the Buddha, a true living Buddha!

Fifteen hundred years—how vast is that? It's no exaggeration to say that even dynasties have passed through countless times. Yet, the Ying An who appeared before them still looked like a teenager.

This clearly shows that Ying An is a truly enlightened person, who is immortal and lives freely in the world!

Although the ambitions of ordinary people can reach the level of despising gods and Buddhas, it is obvious that no one present can be such a person. Their inner desires can only reach the level of killing people, seizing treasures, and appropriating unique skills.

Fearing Ying An would be dissatisfied, Kong Wen hurriedly bowed his head, prostrating himself before Ying An before saying, "I am ignorant and do not understand the Buddha's mysteries. From today on, I will restrain myself from the Shaolin lineage, concentrate on cultivation, and never again dare to harbor the Five Poisonous Thoughts!"

Miejue hurriedly added, "Disciple too!"

Although the illusions of the soul cultivators are not very lethal in the real world, their authenticity is unquestionable.

Even a mere soul cultivator at the Night Travel or Day Travel realm can use illusions to destroy a person's mind and eventually cause his soul to become weak and die.

The cruelty of this way of death even exceeds physical injury.

What really made the strong-minded beings like Shaolin Kongwen and Emei Mingjue extremely pious to Ying An was not illusion, but the inspiration from the past Buddhas, who awakened their own Buddha nature after thousands of reincarnations.

Under that mysterious yet real inspiration, unless Kongwen and Miejue had no faith in Buddhism at all, or were even full of suspicion and hostility, they would definitely not be unaffected.

Once their Buddha nature is enlightened by the past Buddhist teachings, it is impossible for them to have any doubts about Ying An.

Ying An's eyes swept over the members of the five major sects and the scattered jianghu people present. He spoke loudly, "The Supreme of the Martial World, the sword that slays dragons; the world commands, and no one dares to disobey; without Yi Tian, ​​who can challenge him?! With just three short sentences, he stirred up a huge storm in the jianghu. Exterminate!!"

"Disciple is here!!" When Miejue heard Ying An calling him, he kowtowed in response.

"I think no one knows the secrets of the Dragon Slaying Blade and the Heavenly Sword better than you, right? Why not, today, solve the mystery for the people of the world? And finally put an end to the endless bloodshed and karma caused by these two swords and slashes!!"

Although Ying An's request made Miejue hesitate slightly, in the end, she chose to be honest.

"The Dragon Slaying Blade and the Heavenly Sword, these two divine weapons, were personally crafted by the hero Guo Jing and his wife Huang Rong, who were stationed in Xiangyang City at the end of the Southern Song Dynasty. Before the city fell and they died for their country! Hidden within the Dragon Slaying Blade is..."

"and many more!!"

Miejue had just finished speaking when a clear and pleasant voice suddenly interrupted her.

"What did you just say, old nun?"

He glanced in the direction of the sound with dissatisfaction.

When he saw the person who was talking, he turned out to be a young man who wore a tattered hat askew, his body was covered with soot, he had a petite figure, and his clothes were tattered, like a beggar.

Miejue was increasingly dissatisfied, but because Ying An was beside her, she could only hold back and said, "I heard that the Heavenly Sword and the Dragon Slaying Saber belonged to the hero Guo Jing and the heroine Huang Rong, who were stationed in Xiangyang City back then and died for their country before the city was captured..."

The beggar-like boy interrupted Miejue again and said, "You said I would die in Xiangyang City?"

Miejue was stunned. When had he ever said that this beggar boy in front of him would die in Xiangyang City?

Chapter 51: The Disappointing Secret

Zhang Sanfeng, who was standing by, reacted instantly.