Becoming a God from a Water Monkey

Chapter 1176 Dai Ren Descends to Sang (Part 2)

"You students have recently grasped the basic meaning of the classics, which is indeed the foundation for further learning. However, the path of learning is not merely about memorization; it lies in understanding the principles and putting them into practice..."

Now that you have read the books of sages and worthies, you should constantly reflect on yourselves and ask yourselves: How do you cultivate yourselves? How do you establish your moral character? How do you extend your own feelings to others?
Today, when we discuss the essay "Loyalty and Forgiveness," we should not only analyze the words and sentences, but also understand the heart behind it...

The afternoon sun streamed in through the carved window, and dust motes danced in the beams of light. Ink dripped from the pen tip, staining the white paper, and the old man's voice, as he walked around reciting, was drowsy.

Wen Shiyun idly flicked his wolf-hair brush.

No matter how high their status, whether they are renowned scholars from Jiangnan or retired officials of the Ninth Ministry, their lectures all sound the same.

A glance at the sundial in the courtyard reveals that the end of get out of class seems a long way off.

His gaze drifted to the window, then suddenly paused, landing on the girl beside it. A very tall girl was diligently copying something down at her desk, wearing a white cotton exercise uniform with her waist cinched. She sat in the spring sunshine, the fine hair on her face shimmering with a golden glow. Her ponytail was high, her hair was jet black, and her chest was slightly rounded, like small mountain peaks.

He Hanyu, perhaps because she was a woman, was several years older than them, yet she attended the same clan school. Relying on her mother's permission and instructions, she lectured them every day, taking them to and from school every day, making it impossible for them to skip class. She was a complete traitor, even more despicable than the schoolteacher.

Wen Shiyun had fantasized countless times about how she would master her martial arts and beat He Hanyu black and blue with three punches, eventually opening a successful soy sauce shop. But for some reason, she found He Hanyu surprisingly attractive today and not so annoying anymore.

pat.

The small piece of paper crumpled up, brushed across the table, and almost slipped to the floor.

Wen Shiyun quickly grabbed the crumpled paper and flattened it.

The handwriting is crooked and messy.

"Were you spying on He Hanyu?"

Her heart skipped a beat. Wen Shiyun looked at her clansman Wen Junxuan, who was winking and making faces at her to the right. A wave of shame and anger welled up inside her for no reason, whether from being exposed or being slandered.

The wolf-hair brush moves freely and gracefully.

"He's looking at the dog but not at her..."

"Wen Shi Yun!"

"Here, sir."

The stool rubbed against the bluestone bricks. Wen Shiyun grasped the note and suddenly stood up.

"Explain to me what the sage's words I just recited meant?"

The ruler tapped against the corner of the table.

"Uh...yes, yes..."

Wen Shiyun's palms were sweaty, soaking the paper and smearing the ink. He glanced at Wen Junxuan, who lowered his head and pretended to be dead.

Suddenly, He Hanyu, who was by the window, held up her textbook and pointed to a passage with her index finger.

Wen Shiyun's eyes lit up. She quickly scanned the textbook, found the words, and was surprised to find that half of them were unfamiliar characters. She bit her lip.

"gentlemen."

A woman's voice at the door interrupted the lecture.

"Princess Consort?" The teacher held up the ruler and pressed it against the back of his hand. "It's class time now. If there's nothing important, please don't disturb my lesson."

The Crown Princess bowed and apologized: "It is an important matter. The great victory at the southern border, the recapture of Qinzhou, the fall of the Pan Dong shaman, and the opening of the Heavenly Gate by the Marquis of Xingyi have made him a pillar of our Great Shun Kingdom."

"Wow!"

The classroom erupted in uproar.

Wen Shiyun suddenly looked up.

The old man exclaimed in surprise, "Such a major event has actually occurred?"

The Crown Princess smiled slightly: "Therefore, as Wen Shiyun is a disciple of the Marquis of Xingyi, it is only right and proper to visit him. That is why I came today to ask for a five-day leave on his behalf. Teacher, please rest assured, it will not interfere with your studies."

The uproar was even greater.

The students all turned their heads, looking at Wen Shiyun with envious eyes, whispering among themselves, especially since they were extremely jealous during the five-day holiday.

Why can't my master do something beneficial for the country and its people and let me take a vacation?
He Hanyu's eyes showed envy. Being older and more mature, she was not envious of the holiday, but rather of the news that Marquis Xingyi had become a martial saint and repelled the southern barbarians. "Life may not end, but the most important thing is to make contributions. What a heroic spirit!"

With heavy breathing and dilated pupils, Wen Shiyun was overwhelmed by this sudden and enormous surprise. Her heart was pounding, her head was spinning, and she felt like she was about to jump up and down.

Five-day holiday! It's Chinese New Year!

Master! Invincible!
Looking at He Hanyu's gaze, Wen Shiyun felt not only excitement but also immense satisfaction.

"Clap clap."

The ruler struck the table, and the whispers abruptly ceased.

Quietly.

"Whenever auspicious omens appear and suburban sacrifices are completed, a three-day feast is granted. The great victory in the southern border adds another pillar to our Great Shun Dynasty, which is a joyous occasion for the country and deserves celebration." The old gentleman stroked his beard, closed his book, and said, "Since that's the case, let's dismiss school early today and grant two days off. We'll have a ten-day break tomorrow, and then come back to class the day after tomorrow. Go back and memorize what we've learned today, and we'll test you tomorrow."

"Roar!"

The classroom erupted in cheers and laughter.

Marquis of Xingyi.

Invincible!

Wen Shiyun picked up her schoolbag and ran out excitedly.

Ride a dragon, eat grilled fish, and visit Ah Fei!

Heaven and earth revolve around each other, rivers meander, and mountains rise above the sky and earth.

King Yue of Ningjiang Prefecture, Vajra King of Pingyang Prefecture, Dragon Elephant King of Heyuan Prefecture, King Su of Chuhai, Imperial Prince of the Capital, Guanzhong, Southern Zhili, Huangzhou, Daxueshan, Beiting...

Everyone knows it, but it only lasts for a moment.

“His words are like the roar of a lion, unlike the wild ox that speaks of life and death.”

A gentle breeze caresses the hall, where books are gathered.

……

boom! boom! boom!
The giant spear exploded, creating huge waves. The Ghost Mother cultists who tried to escape were pushed back by the waves, their ships disintegrated, and the river was filled with broken wood.

"Hurry! Hurry! Get to the island! Don't let a single person escape!"

"Thieves, where do you think you're going!"

"Set it on fire! Set it on fire! Use fire to prevent them from coming back to life! Ah, it's Lord Wei!"

The large ships of the river and lake management bureau surrounded the island, their true energy surging, and they launched bursts of explosive spears and arrows, creating billowing smoke and wailing sounds everywhere.

Inside the cave, the followers of the Demon Mother were in a state of panic.

"How did Da Shun find us? Where is Wang Da? Why didn't you report the arrival of the Hebo Bureau's boats? Why didn't you report it?"

"The articulation of online celebrities has withered! The articulation of online celebrities has withered!"

Su Guishan, facing the wind, commanded the warships. Behind him, high-ranking officials from the River and Lake Bureau lined up, their wings spread wide. Xu Yuelong, Wei Lin, and several other Grandmasters who had been summoned and had just withdrawn from the front lines in the southern border region and had not returned home urgently joined the battle to block the three main branches of the remnants of the Great Qian Dynasty.

The dragon-man swam in the water, supported by his two wings.

"What about the self-severing martial saint of the Ghost Mother Sect? If we run into them, wouldn't we be wiped out?"

"The Marquis of Xingyi said he would take action!"

"Both of the self-slaying Martial Saints have been tracked down? They're not in the same place. If we lose one of them, we'll be in big trouble."

“If Marquis Xingyi says so, then there’s nothing to worry about. Besides, we have the necessary rituals on board.”

The Jianghuai region underwent a change of dynasties, and a massive purge left countless people and aquatic creatures trembling with fear.

Finless porpoises and sturgeon circled the island, overturning the fleeing Ghost Mother cultists in their boats into the swamp.

Bubbles floated gently.

The old mother's ten arms are twisted and outstretched, her face serene, each grasping and supporting a conch shell, a parasol, a two-headed fish, and... atop a coffin made of golden nanmu wood.

Amidst shouts of battle, Yi Chen, his clothes stained with blood, rushed into the cave: "Your Highness, Lord Wang's limbs have withered, it must be the work of Da Shun. We've discovered Lord Wang, and now the river is teeming with Da Shun's men. But the Martial Saint hasn't arrived yet. Please bring your mother and lead us out of here! We can't stay in Jianghuai anymore, let's go to the sea."

"That's too late."

With the King of Chu yielding, Yi Chen's view was unobstructed, and she clearly saw the star chart in front of the King, covered with countless points of light of varying sizes. One point of light, which should have been in the center of the Dragon Palace, was instead hovering above their heads!
Yi Chen's pupils dilated, his face quickly turning ashen. He looked up and roared, "Ape King! Just because the human race doesn't interfere with the aquatic race, does that mean your aquatic race can interfere with my human race?!"

"Hey, who said it was the Ape King who interfered? I am both light and human."

An unexpected sound echoed through the cave, carrying a touch of youthful whimsy.

Footsteps grew louder, and the torches inside the cave shone sideways into the passageway connecting the cave, creating an interplay of light and shadow. Liang Qu's high-bridged nose cast a shadow as he slowly walked out of the darkness, his hands behind his back.

"It's you!" Yi Chen exclaimed in horror, retreating repeatedly. "Where is the white ape? No, wait, you're not in the Southern Frontier?"

The King of Chu frowned and asked Yi Chen, "Who is he?"

"Your Highness, this man is none other than Marquis Liang Qu of Xingyi! The new Martial Saint of the Great Shun Dynasty!" Yi Chen was overcome with grief.

"Marquis of Xingyi?" The King of Chu frowned, pointing to the glowing spot below the natal chart. "Isn't this person on the front lines in the southern border?"

Yi Chen stood there, stunned, before finally realizing what had happened. He looked at the light spot, then at Liang Qu, his mind a jumbled mess: "The ones in the Southern Frontier didn't move, it was the white ape that moved... You switched places with the white ape? You were in the Dragon Palace? This, how is this possible?"

The white ape is in the Jianghuai region, and Liang Qu is promoted in the southern border region. The two places are hundreds of thousands of miles apart. What kind of supernatural power can allow them to switch places without anyone noticing?
He witnessed firsthand how Liangqu opened the gates of heaven and lit up the southern border with a point of light.

Liang Qu ignored him and pointed to the golden nanmu coffin.

"Is the Demon Empress in that coffin, the second self-severing Martial Saint of the Great Qian Dynasty? They're both here, right?"

“She is my Empress of the Great Qian Dynasty! The current Empress Dowager! Who hasn’t had a time of hardship?” the King of Chu said coldly.

“Ah, yes, yes, the Empress of the Great Qian Dynasty, the Empress of the Great Qian Dynasty.” Liang Qu nodded, brushed past the Prince of Chu, and looked at the Ghost Mother sculpture, saying quietly, “We’ve met before.”

The King of Chu frowned: "I have been asleep for decades, and have only awakened a handful of times. In the last thirty years, I have only seen you once. When have I ever seen you?"

Liang Qu did not answer. Suddenly, Ancestor Yi Chen shouted, "That one in the Southern Frontier is fake! You are the White Ape!"

The King of Chu's pupils dilated, a thought flashed through his mind, quickly connecting everything, and he laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.

"How did you do it?"

no answer.

The King of Chu did not press the matter further.

The canal surrounds the cave, openly surveying the lair.

"I originally intended to take you all down that day, but I found that dealing with you was actually quite tricky."

"Two self-severed martial saints, unable to find their location, or perhaps they escaped—it's like two 'me's' running away, impossible to catch. That's why it took so much effort to confirm you were in the same place. Why didn't you split into two?"

"I never expected that something like this would happen to Wang Daren."

“That’s true.” Liang Qu nodded.

Since he has beheaded the Martial Saint, no one below the Martial Saint can rival him. Above the Martial Saint, the Ghost Mother Sect has the Star Destiny Plate for positioning, which is equivalent to Liang Qu, who has not broken through to the Heavenly Dragon realm and can sense the stone in the river. If he cannot be beheaded at the same time, and one of the dragons swims into the sea, then it will be completely over.

This is not just a matter of strength, but a matter of "mechanism".

Liang Qu can now understand how disgusted Nanjiang feels about himself.

Even after evolving to the peak of the Wolf Smoke realm, Pai Xiaoxing's abilities remained limited. It was only through Wang Daren's information network that he was able to accurately locate the Ghost Mother Cult's headquarters. Wang Daren, having had his limbs torn apart multiple times, naturally knew that his existence had been exposed, but unfortunately, it was too late to inform the Ghost Mother Cult.

Therefore, with the help of netizens, there is really no way to deal with the Ghost Mother Cult; they can only suppress it. However, it is also netizens who have made the Ghost Mother Cult lower their guard and think that everything is foolproof.

Who would have thought that the dragon would fall without warning?

“Even if you’re not the White Ape, to outsiders, it’s still you who did it!” Yi Chen suddenly said.

"You're on my territory," Liang Qu said, puzzled. "Pan Dong died in the Lu Cang River, and the Ghost Mother Sect died in the Jianghuai Marshland. What's the problem? The Flood Dragon has taken you in for too long, letting you live here for decades. Do you really consider the Jianghuai Marshland your home?"

Yi Chen opened her mouth wide, speechless.

"There's no point in saying all this." The King of Chu's brows furrowed, his expression revealing deep weariness. "What do you want?"

"That's a question I should be asking you," Liang Qu said, looking directly at the King of Chu. "Do you want to fight?"

"Am I your opponent?"

"Kill yourself."

"I can kill myself, but you must save face for the Empress Dowager."

“The value doesn’t match. I have a few questions for you.”

"explain."

Liang Qu pointed at the statue of the Ghost Mother: "How did you come up with this ritual that allows the dead to be resurrected?"

"It was made using the remains of the Martial Saint Qiujin and was prepared by Master Bema of the Great Snow Mountain lineage. Blood sacrifice can enable the cycle of life and death, with ten lives and ten deaths. Among them, the compatibility with the same race is the best, that is, humans. By borrowing the mountain spirit to form the elixir, the effect is far superior to that of other races, and it is less likely to go wrong."

"Is it the martial saint who has been resurrected from the dead, Akitsu?"

"Yes, you know quite a lot."

Who is Berma?

"The eighth generation of the Lotus Sect, the Lotus Master, Pema means lotus. I don't know if he is still alive. However, when the ritual was made, Master Pema was over six hundred years old. A hundred years later, he was over seven hundred. He was far from the age of eight hundred. The number of light spots on the Great Snow Mountain was also not small. It should not have been passed down to the ninth generation."

"Does the Ghost Mother Cult have other treasure troves?"

"It's all here."

"What is your relationship with the Empress of the Great Qian Dynasty?"

His gaze suddenly turned cold.

Liang Qu changed the subject: "Why would you rather commit suicide and flee to the Great Swamp than surrender to the Shun Dynasty?"

"Ha, surrender to the Great Shun? Why would I surrender to the Great Shun? Are you twenty-seven or twenty-eight this year?"
The Martial Saint lived to be eight hundred years old. Do you think the first four hundred years and the last four hundred years would be the same?

I come from the countryside. The older generation always says that you can tell what a person will be like at three years old. In reality, whether a person is cunning, loyal, or foolish is shaped by their experiences in the first ten or twenty years of their life, and they will not change in the next hundred or two hundred years!
Even if you've been a fisherman for fifteen years, when you're eight hundred years old, you still won't be able to wash away the fact that you see things from a fisherman's perspective—that's the root! The Great Qian Dynasty is my root!

"Your Highness!" Yi Chen cried uncontrollably.

The King of Chu exhaled deeply: "A true man acts according to right and wrong, not personal gain or loss; according to what is right and wrong, not success or failure; according to the lasting legacy, not one's own life."

"Do you regret it?"

The King of Chu scoffed, "If I regret it, it's not too late to surrender now."

Liang Qu nodded, his thoughts drifting back to a distant place, to the cave where Awei was discovered, where a general of the Great Qian Dynasty, who had failed the Emperor's grace, had committed suicide. He stepped back half a step: "That's enough."

"Thank you."

The King of Chu sat cross-legged and entered a meditative state.

a long time.

No breath at all.

Yi Chen stood there blankly, tears streaming down her face, and burst into loud sobs.

Golden eyes blazing.

Liang Qu clearly saw the soul floating out of the King of Chu's body. Without hesitation, he disturbed the energy flow. Before he entered, he had already spread out the marshland to isolate the inside from the outside and directly used the celestial axis to trap the King of Chu's "soul".

at the same time.

The energy of heaven and earth flowed freely, and the distorted statue of the Ghost Mother "shed" its original appearance, leaving only dark red energy. Based solely on the flow of energy, it transformed into a dark red tree.

The demon mother is the tree trunk, and her ten hands are the branches. Each branch has overlapping shadows, ten in the light and ten in the dark, with a "pregnancy bead" hanging on each of the light branches.

"interesting."

It looks like a large tree, but it actually resembles the Tongtian River from the Dream Dynasty. The forked branches are the tributaries of the Tongtian River in the underworld!
How can someone who has died and been resurrected be separated from the "underworld"? Perhaps the ancient Akitsu was an attempt by the "underworld" to expand outwards.

Liang Qu has been resurrected, and with the help of the Ghost Mother Cult, he may be able to enter the underworld again. It just so happens that he has another experimental subject, the King of Chu.

Jump to the top of the statue and arrive at the coffin made of Phoebe zhennan wood.

Tap twice.

After confirming there was no ambush, the coffin was slid open.

A bright red phoenix crown came into view, its jewels sparkling and radiant.

Liang Qu raised an eyebrow, his heart quickening. He had seen many beautiful women. Cultivators usually had good skin, with no chicken skin or pimples, and their looks were mostly above average. However, there were a few who were undisputed to be in a class of their own, whose appearance alone could make the meditating old monk's heart skip a beat.

Long Eying, the Holy Empress, and the Demon Empress before them.

The three have distinct characteristics.

Long Eying is the gentle and graceful woman from Jiangnan, looking like a virtuous wife and loving mother. If you wanted to marry her, you would bury your head in her chest. The Holy Empress is dignified and majestic, with great authority, a model for the world. The Demon Empress of the Great Qian Dynasty is gorgeous, with an extreme charm, more like a concubine than an empress.

Look down.

It's not that Liang Qu is being reckless; a man with a wife doesn't care about such a small amount. It's just that there are two people in the coffin.

"Young Prince..."

Besides the empress, there was a child of eighteen or nine years old nestled beside her.

Both of them appeared to be asleep.

No touching, groping, or taking things without permission; give others face, and give yourself face.

They closed the coffin, slapped the wailing Yi Chen to death, imprisoned his soul, and let out the little fat catfish and the little "immobile". They carried one fish on each side, shouldered the golden nanmu coffin, and swam out.

The body of the King of Chu must not be left behind; it's a valuable item.

Sending Chishan's body to the capital at top speed is like sending Pantong's corpse.

Send it early and follow the proper procedures.

The great marshes of the Jianghuai region continued to tremble, prompting the River and Lake Administration, the Demon Suppression Bureau, and the Three Judicial Offices to mobilize local cultivators in full force.

Yi Zhiyu stood on the shore, watching his former friends and relatives being imprisoned, and sighed softly.

The Huai River flows eastward through the ages, and heroes have fallen.

The purge of the Ghost Mother Cult lasted for almost a month. A large number of remnants of the previous dynasty were captured, shackled, and transported ashore. One after another, national treasures were loaded into the ship's hold, and detailed records were kept before they were transported to the capital.

Liang Qu did not take it.

The timing is delicate; one must be politically sensitive. Taking this opportunity would be a losing proposition and could even create discord.

The two monumental achievements—the Southern Frontier and the Ghost Mother—are enough to repay most of King Cheng's loan.

In May, Liang Qu received a secret order from the Purple Lightning Ship.

"Pingjiang, you can come back now."

The forefront of Lingnan.

The "Liangqu" is translucent and glows with a bright red light. Fresh blood flows in its "vessels" and its heart beats, making it almost indistinguishable from a living person. Even if you cover it up, you will not feel that there is a dead object underneath.

A "living person" made up of the blood and bits of flesh of a martial saint.

Long Pingjiang manipulated the Blood Fiend Divine Power Token and entered the [Vortex Escape Path].

On the same day, an angel descended, and Pingyang proclaimed the imperial decree.

It has attracted worldwide attention.

After returning to the Liangqu River in the Jianghuai region, they stayed for half a day before slowly heading north!
(End of this chapter)