Longzang

Chapter 762 Squatting at the Door

A figure flew straight into the Taichu Palace mountain gate with lightning speed on a sword, directly charging into the mountain gate's formation.

Such an arrogant charge had naturally alerted the True Lord on duty. He pointed a finger, and the sword-wielding cultivator froze in mid-air, unable to move. But the cultivator remained standing with his hands behind his back, not even glancing at the True Lord on duty.

The True Lord immediately showed anger on his face and instantly appeared in front of the intruder. Just as he was about to reprimand him, he suddenly paused and asked, "Zhang Sheng?"

Zhang Sheng stood with her hands behind her back, ramrod straight, but her eyes were lifeless; she had already fainted. The True Lord swept her with his divine sense and saw that she had overdrawn her Dao power. So he flicked his sleeve, and Dao power transformed into rain, seeping into Zhang Sheng's entire body, and she slowly woke up.

A moment later, Zhang Sheng and Xuan Yue sat facing each other. Zhang Sheng said, "...That's what happened. Jing Mo took my full-force sword strike, and his Dharma form was severely damaged. I'm afraid it will be difficult to recover. I acted impulsively, and I beg the Ancestral Master to punish me."

Xuan Yue narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "Venerable Jiaxiang? There seems to be such a person in the Pure Land, but I have never heard of any deeds of his. Why would he suddenly want to kill my disciple's grandson?"

Xuan Yue's words completely changed the nature of the matter.

Zhang Sheng reached out, revealing a Bodhi leaf in his palm, and said, "Perhaps this has some connection to this thing."

Xuan Yue took the Bodhi leaf, examined it repeatedly for a long time, and then calmly put it aside, saying, "That bald monk is cunning. Jia Xiang's sudden attack must be due to something. Hmm, this old Taoist needs to find a helper. It just so happens that the Lord of the Bright King Palace has just returned, so he is the perfect person to deal with that bald monk. Come with me!"

With a wave of her sleeve, Xuan Yue instantly transported the two to the Hall of the Bright King, completely forgetting about the Bodhi leaf. As soon as they entered the Hall of the Bright King, they heard extremely heavy footsteps echoing through the hall, like ancient divine beasts pacing back and forth, causing the entire hall to tremble.

Xuan Yue did not announce her arrival and went straight into the palace.

On the first floor of the main hall, dozens of disciples of the Mingwang Hall, bare-chested and bare-backed, were engaged in fierce combat, their fists clashing violently. The dull thuds of their blows echoed throughout the room, each sound pounding against the soul. Every now and then, teeth would fly out and fall to the ground with a crisp tinkling sound, resonating with the thunderous cracking of bones.

In the center of the main hall, a burly man wearing only underwear was being brutally beaten on the ground by three disciples who were also wearing only underwear. One of them, with keen senses, suddenly opened a pair of eyes on his back and saw Zhang Sheng and Xuan Yue Zhenjun.

He immediately said, "Stop fighting! Our elders are here! Get up and greet them!"

The three disciples got up and bowed in unison. The burly man who had been beaten on the ground also stood up and bowed. He was clearly at least a head taller than all the other disciples.

Zhang Sheng was stunned for a moment before recognizing the big man as Wang Hu, a top genius among Dharma Aspects. However, he was fifty years older than Zhang Sheng and Ji Liuli's generation and was counted as the previous generation.

When Zhang Sheng looked at his three disciples again, he suddenly realized that they were all women!

However, in the Mingwang Palace, it's not easy to tell the difference between men and women from behind, making Feng Tingyu a rare exception. That's why the Mingwang Palace Master cherishes her; after all, such a unique flower has only appeared once in a hundred years, someone worthy of being presented and used to decorate the palace.

The disciples of the Mingwang Hall traditionally wear very little clothing. This is not because the sect is corrupt, but because their chests, backs, thighs, and knees are exposed to people. Wearing clothes is like blindfolding them, making it impossible for them to sense enemy movements.

True Lord Xuan Yue, however, seemed unsurprised, stroking his beard and saying, "What are you all doing...?"

A female disciple said, "Reporting to the Ancestral Master, today's training exercise is: Three Heroes Fighting King Tiger. My two sisters and I were just lucky to gain the upper hand, but it may take several more days of beating to shatter our eldest brother's physical body."

"Oh, alright, you can continue." Xuan Yue Zhenjun led Zhang Sheng up to the second floor, where the three heroes and Wang Hu engaged in battle once again.

The second floor was extremely spacious, and there was a refined-looking young cultivator carrying a ten-zhang-tall iron mountain in one hand, walking in circles in the hall. The terrifying footsteps that made the entire hall tremble slightly were his.

Upon Xuan Yue's arrival, the Lord of the Mingwang Palace gently placed the Nether Iron Mountain in his hand at the corner of the palace and asked, "Brother Xuan Yue, what brings you to my Mingwang Palace all of a sudden?"

Xuan Yue Zhenjun did not answer immediately, but looked Ming Wang Palace Master up and down, his expression gradually becoming serious, and said, "You've lost weight again?"

The Lord of the Mingwang Palace revealed a bright smile, like a sunny young man, and said, "I haven't eaten properly on this long trip, and I've lost a full two thousand pounds!"

Xuan Yue's smile had completely vanished. She asked, "Weren't you supposed to be providing support at the northern mountain gate? Why aren't you eating properly?"

The Mingwang Palace Master said, "Don't even mention it. I received Yan Shi's message and went out early in the morning. Logically, I should have been able to have lunch at the northern mountain gate by noon. But I got lost as soon as I went out and then encountered all sorts of strange things. I often strayed from the right path while walking and spent a whole year wandering in the deep mountains and forests."

After the New Year, I felt it was pointless to go to the Northern Mountain Gate again, so I returned. After returning, I thought about it and felt that the time had called me, so I set off again, but I didn't reach the Northern Mountain Gate. Perhaps this was the inevitable outcome.

Zhang Sheng, who was listening nearby, was confused, so Xuan Yue explained, "This guy doesn't get involved in karma or schemes. He avoids calamities purely by instinct. Every time he survives a major calamity, his strength increases dramatically. He wandered around outside for a year, probably because some immortals wanted to scheme against him, but they failed."

After escaping this calamity, his strength increased dramatically. Look, he's almost catching up to me! Well, while he escaped, that immortal is in for a rough time; he'll inevitably fall into a golden grotto-heaven.

"By the way, what brings you here?" the Lord of the Mingwang Palace asked again.

Xuan Yue said, "There's a bald monk in the Great Treasure Flower Pure Land who's trying to scheme against my grand-disciple. I'm planning to go and stake out their mountain gate, and when that bald monk comes out, I'll beat him up! Do you want to come with me?"

"Which bald monk?"

"Venerable Kasyapa".

"What Venerable One?"

"Venerable Kasyapa".

"What Venerable One?" the Lord of the Bright King Palace asked again, clearly still not having heard clearly.

Suddenly, they both understood.

"Sorry to bother you." Xuan Yue turned and left.

The Lord of the Ming King Palace was somewhat bewildered, not understanding why the old scoundrel from the Spring and Autumn Period had suddenly come knocking on his door, wanting to challenge him to a fight, but refusing to reveal who he would fight. Had the old scoundrel had a change of heart?

Thinking of this, the Lord of the Ming King Palace spat several times. Even a fool could tell that the old thief had no conscience. But as soon as he took a step, he suddenly lost his footing and fell headfirst to the ground.

After falling and getting covered in dust, the Lord of the Mingwang Palace realized that his toes were protesting against discrimination.

Once outside the Mingwang Hall, Xuan Yue Zhenjun cursed, "That bald monk is indeed the most cunning. He must have laid a trap at the mountain gate, just waiting for me to walk right into it! Luckily, I came to find the Mingwang Hall Master, otherwise I wouldn't have known that bald monk was so insidious!" Zhang Sheng couldn't help but advise, "Saving Wei Yuan is the priority now. Revenge can wait."

Xuan Yue said, "That makes sense. But I'm really unhappy about being tricked by that bald thief. When you killed that monk, did you use your full strength?"

Zhang Sheng hesitated for a moment, then said, "I have used all thirty-six of my Green Silk Rain techniques, so... the monk's physical damage is probably not fully recoverable. However, it will take a few years to discover this."

Zhang Sheng hadn't told the whole truth before, partly out of fear of the patriarch's punishment. After all, monks usually leave some room for maneuver, but she went straight for the kill.

Xuan Yue was overjoyed upon hearing this and exclaimed repeatedly, "Good! Well done! You are worthy of being my grand-disciple, Xuan Yue! This is how it should be done!"

Zhang Sheng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then we don't need to wait at their mountain gate anymore, right?"

Xuan Yue chuckled coldly, "Those bald rascals think they're so cunning, but little do they know I've already seen through their scheme! Hmph, I won't go today, I'll go in seven days! When those bald monks lower their guard, I'll catch them off guard!"

Zhang Sheng was speechless. He urged Xuan Yue to borrow the immortal artifact and then set off to return to Qingming.

At this moment, in a quiet room of the Great Treasure Flower Pure Land, a smiling senior monk slowly opened his eyes and said to the group of disciples who were not even as tall as his legs when he was sitting cross-legged, "Seven days later, distinguished guests will arrive outside the mountain gate. You must treat them well and not be negligent."

……

With Zhang Sheng now possessing a celestial artifact, Xuan Yue dared not be careless upon his return to Qingming and personally escorted him. Only after watching Zhang Sheng enter Qingming did she return to her own mountain.

When Xuan Yue returned to Tianqing Palace, it was already six days later. According to his plan, he was to set off for the Pure Land Mountain Gate that night to wait for the monks coming down the mountain.

Just as Xuan Yue was about to leave, she suddenly saw a letter on her desk with the words "Open at midnight on the sixth day" written on the envelope, which was clearly her own handwriting.

Xuan Yue found it strange that she couldn't remember writing herself a letter at all. So she opened the envelope and saw on the letter paper: Today is a good day for rest and recuperation. It is not advisable to go out, ambush, or lie in wait.

Xuan Yue readily agreed to his suggestion and thus abandoned his travel plans.

……

Wei Yuan looked up at the setting sun, then at the brick in his hand, and wondered why he was squatting at the school gate.

He turned his head again and saw a line of large characters written on the school's somewhat mottled cement gate: Higher Moral College.

How is this going?

Before he could figure it out, a voice rang out beside him: "Brother Yuan, are we really going to go in later? What if there are too many of them?"

Wei Yuan's mouth opened automatically, and he said, "Don't be afraid, just focus on the one in the lead and beat him to death. Just beat him up, only hit him!"

After saying that, Wei Yuan was a little surprised. Was that really what he had said?

He turned his head and saw a boy squatting next to him, delicate-looking with a hint of frailty, his face flushed with nervousness, and his glasses fogging up from time to time. He was also holding a brick in his hand.

Wei Yuan felt like a shadow, now merging with this body, and finally asked a question according to his own will: "What's your name?"

The young man was somewhat surprised: "I'm Xiao Kongque! Brother Yuan, are you kidding me?"

"Oh, little peacock..."

"Xiao Kongque!" the boy corrected earnestly.

Just then, a piercing bell rang, and countless students in school uniforms appeared at the school gate in the blink of an eye. Wei Yuan looked down and realized that he was wearing the same school uniform as him. School hadn't even let out yet, so how did he end up squatting at the school gate?
Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted, "Look, the transfer student is coming out!"

The school gate was crowded with students, making it difficult for Wei Yuan to see what the transfer student looked like. However, seven or eight students from the same college appeared and blocked the gate. The leader said, "You're Bao Yun, the transfer student? From now on, you're my girlfriend! From this day forward, you'll be my only girlfriend! Don't worry, my woman, Li Tianci's woman, can walk sideways in the entire college!"

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Kongque had already rushed forward and swung a brick at him on the back.

"So this guy doesn't know how to fight..." Wei Yuan thought to himself.

By this time, he was already behind Li Tianci, and the brick was aimed at his back. But Wei Yuan adjusted his position at the last second, and the brick hit the back of the neck, knocking the man down.

Wei Yuan immediately pounced on Li Tianci, striking him on the head and face. A flurry of punches and kicks filled the air, accompanied by deafening shouts. Wei Yuan lost count of how many blows he took, but he certainly beat his opponent badly.

"The principal is here!" someone shouted, and the students scattered like birds.

Wei Yuan was also pulled up and thrown to the ground, and then several students carried Li Tianci away.

Wei Yuan was in excruciating pain all over his body, and blood on his face blurred his vision. He saw what appeared to be a person in front of him, so he struggled to wipe the blood from his face and saw a young girl.

She wore a neat school uniform, had her hair in a simple ponytail, and her face was clean, bright, and clear. Without a trace of makeup, she was already so beautiful that she added a touch of elegance to the whole world.

Wei Yuan noticed a detail: she had to lean forward slightly so that he could see her face clearly.

The girl was also looking at Wei Yuan, and suddenly said, "You dared to fight for me at the school gate on the very first day. That's great. From today onwards, you're my boyfriend."

After saying that, she turned and left, leaving behind only a commotion.

Wei Yuan lay on the ground, completely bewildered, not understanding how things had turned out this way. Why had he been fighting at the school gate? He couldn't remember, but it certainly had nothing to do with this transfer student. She had only transferred yesterday, and he hadn't even seen her before.

The sharp pain in his body made Wei Yuan groan, then a thought popped into his head: If he's a boyfriend, does he provide breakfast? If so, it doesn't seem like a bad idea...

(End of this chapter)