Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 117 Ghost Wind Formation, Qin Music Classic

Ning Fusang's spiritual power had only recovered to about 30%, and the effects of the Rejuvenation Pill were only half-fulfilled. When she mobilized her spiritual power, her meridians still felt a faint stinging pain.

She kept a close watch on herself and the young monk, taking turns keeping vigil.

Originally, the young monk was supposed to keep watch for the first half of the night so that she could get some light sleep, but Ning Fusang saw that his injuries were much more serious than her own, so she switched places with him.

However, she also had a question in her mind: Didn't the little monk have a golden statue? How could he be so badly injured?

Or was it that his skills were lacking, and the golden statue of the Buddha was only working intermittently? Ning Fusang shook her head, banishing the thought from her mind. She felt that this was unlikely.

The young monk was clearly learned and knowledgeable, the kind who was both talented and hardworking; he was unlikely to fail in his studies of magic.

Qianyuan has fallen into a deep sleep and can't help her in this crucial moment, so she'll cooperate with the little monk for now and get out of this desert first.

If she wasn't mistaken, this place should be within the territory of Chizhou.

According to the knowledge obtained from Ning Fusang's book, although Yangchi Prefecture was full of Buddhist sects, it was not peaceful.

Why?

It was also because there were many Buddhist sects, who adhered to strict rules and regulations, were too benevolent, and disliked fighting and killing, which led to rampant thieves in Chizhou who repeatedly refused to change their ways despite being warned.

What kind of heinous rogue cultivators or demonic cultivators come to Yangchi Prefecture to avoid trouble after committing crimes? Weren't those rogue cultivators who robbed Ning Fusang and Yang Ruo on the road back then also planning to flee to Yangchi Prefecture after killing people?

Lingzhou has nine major immortal sects, but Chizhou only has three major sects that have stood firm, while the rest of the smaller sects are as numerous as bamboo shoots after a rain.

In just a few years, one sect was destroyed, and a few years later, a new sect emerged.

Ning Fusang found a sect that he found interesting, called the Miaoyin Sect. In the history of Chizhou, there were quite a few sects that were destroyed and then revived, but the Miaoyin Sect was unique in that no matter how many times it was destroyed, it was always able to quickly regain its footing and once again become one of the three great immortal sects.

This is probably related to the way the Miaoyin Sect spreads its teachings. While most sects only have disciples, the Miaoyin Sect has followers.

Any cultivator from Chizhou who is willing to learn the Way of Sound will be randomly given a copy of the Heart Sutra by the Wonderful Sound Sect. Of course, the Heart Sutra techniques that are randomly given are not the core techniques of the sect.

These cultivators who learned the Myriad Sound Sect's mental cultivation method are considered unofficial disciples of the Myriad Sound Sect. Their numbers are enormous. Once the sect is destroyed, some will want to claim the rightful successor and devote themselves to studying the Way of Sound in order to rebuild the Myriad Sound Sect in the future.

Therefore, while other sects were destroyed several times and disappeared into the long river of time, the Miaoyin Sect has repeatedly reappeared and has always existed.

As for the several times it destroyed its sect, there were external reasons as well as internal divisions, and sometimes it destroyed itself.

In short, the Miaoyin Sect is like the Yindao (the Way of Sound) of Chizhou in Xiyang; it has only one path.

The dust and sand of the colorful Danxia landform were swept up by the gale, forming countless sand pillars that rolled in like clouds. Ning Fusang was about to push Kong Sheng when she found that he had already woken up.

The young monk gazed ahead and whispered, "This is the Ghost Wind Formation of Yanzhi Mountain."

“No wonder these dust particles can still cause trouble even after I’ve absorbed all the spiritual energy here,” Ning Fusang suddenly realized. “So they’re relying on ghost energy to cause trouble.”

She asked, "How do we break the formation?"

"Benefactor Ning, you should rest. When dawn breaks, the ghostly energy will disappear into the abyss, and the ghostly wind formation will stop on its own."

Kong Sheng closed her eyes and softly recited Buddhist scriptures. Countless obscure and ancient characters entered Ning Fusang's ears. She prided herself on being well-read, but she could only vaguely recognize three or four characters.

A layer of golden light spread out from the little monk's feet, forming a light shield. The dust and sand stirred up by the ghostly wind all detoured when they encountered the golden light barrier.

Ning Fusang turned her head to look at the sand pillar that bypassed the golden light barrier. The cold aura inside dissipated, and the dust and sand twisted and turned like a bewitching female ghost before collapsing.

Zheng——

A faint melody of a zither drifted from afar. "Damn thief, hand over the *Qin Qu Jing* (Classic of Zither Music), and I'll give you a quick death!"

The burly cultivator, wielding a large sword and with a menacing face, spoke viciously. Beside him were four tall, thin men, each with cotton stuffed in their ears.

Another group of cultivators, consisting of three people, had ordinary appearances and would not stand out in a crowd, seemingly having used some kind of disguise.

The leading cultivator, waving a sparrow feather fan, slowly said, "Fellow Daoist, my group only wishes to see the 'Qin Qu Jing' (Classic of Qin Music). We will return it to you after we have finished reading it. How about we cooperate for mutual benefit?"

The man with the zither in front of him parted his thin lips slightly: "Alright, kill Tu Zhen first, and I'll lend you the 'Qin Qu Jing' to read."

The cultivator holding the fan narrowed his eyes, his smile freezing for a moment before spreading again: "Fellow Daoist, your tactic of using someone else to kill is far too obvious."

The man chuckled and said, "I had no intention of concealing my intention to kill someone using another's knife."

"Your Excellency is not only hiding your true intentions, but you also refuse to show the slightest sincerity. How can I feel at ease cooperating with you?" he provoked. "Furthermore, there is only one copy of the 'Qin Qu Jing'. Since one of you and Tu Zhen must die, why not kill Tu Zhen first, and then plot against the 'Qin Qu Jing'?"

"There are still four people with Tu Zhen!" His tone suddenly became serious.

While the fan-wielding cultivator was still hesitating, Tu Zhen had already struck first!
That pretty boy said something quite right: kill this cowardly rat first, then it's not too late to plot the "Qin Qu Jing"!
A sharp gust of wind swept in, and the man with the fan blocked it with his fan closed. The strength in his hand was no less than that of Tu Zhen, and the two quickly separated.

At this moment, the man's lips curled into a smile, and he plucked the strings of his zither, from which a melodious sound rose.

He specifically chose this place because underground, there are venomous scorpions. There is a passage in the "Qin Qu Jing" (Classic of Qin Music) that describes how to manipulate venomous scorpions to attack others.

I'll give it a try.

After the man played seven or eight notes on his zither, Wan Du Yin Xie still hadn't seen him. He frowned and thought to himself, "Could it be that the music is wrong?"

He played it again, but still nothing happened.

The man belatedly realized something was amiss: "The Yanzhishan Desert, though it is said to have thin spiritual energy, shouldn't it be so devoid of any spiritual energy at all?"

“Strange, really strange.” He looked into the depths of the desert, where a glimmer of golden light seemed to be emanating.

Could it be that a rare treasure has appeared in the world?

The man flicked his sleeve, put away his seven-stringed zither, and tried to escape, but was immediately discovered.

"Boss! That pretty boy's trying to run away!"

Tu Zhen and the fan-wielding man, who were locked in a fierce battle, stopped fighting as if by telepathy, and then surrounded the man from the front and back.

"Where do you intend to go, sir?" the man holding the fan asked in a soft, feminine tone.

Tu Zhen gripped his knife and approached: "You heartless pretty boy, today I will chop off your hands to warn the world!"

The man's expression hardened as he pondered how to escape. Just then, the sound of a flute rang out from the vast desert.

Its sound was melodious and domineering. Even though Tu Zhen and the others had cotton stuffed in their ears, they were still shaken by the sound attack, causing their blood to surge and vomit blood.

Before the person was seen, a pleasant and dignified female voice could be heard.

"He has already mastered the 'Qin Music Classic' of my Miaoyin Sect, so he can be considered a disciple of my Miaoyin Sect. How dare you rogue cultivators act so presumptuously?"

The man's eyes lit up, and he bowed in the direction of the voice, saying, "Thank you for protecting me, Senior Sister!"

(End of this chapter)