After returning to the village, start chasing the mountain from binding Emei

Chapter 848 The Sword Cuts Through the End of Dharma, Zhang Zhixing of Chunyang Temple!
"This……"

Upon hearing this, Mofa paused for a moment, and the two behind him exchanged glances, seemingly at a loss for words.

"What? Don't you trust me?" The middle-aged Taoist raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat displeased. "If you don't trust me, then leave. Or, you can wait here if you want, just don't bother me..."

After he finished speaking, he was about to walk into the cave.

"No no no..."

Mofa hurriedly said, "We are here on orders to find Senior Zhang..."

"By order? By whose order?" The middle-aged Taoist interrupted him before he could finish speaking.

The old man didn't panic. Instead, he took out an antique jade thumb ring from his pocket and handed it to the middle-aged Taoist. "When Senior Zhang sees this thumb ring, he will know who he is looking for. Please pass on a message to Senior Zhang, saying that the owner of the thumb ring is waiting for him at the usual place and looks forward to a chat..."

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at the ring in his hand, his brows furrowed tightly. "Why not just say it directly? Why the riddle about the owner of the ring? Why be so mysterious?"

The monk gave an awkward smile, then took out a dark-colored bottle and handed it to the middle-aged Taoist priest. "There are a few drops of the Three Corpse Divine Water in this bottle. It's a small token of my appreciation for you, young brother. Please be sure to pass on our message..."

"Corpse fluid? What is that?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at the object in his hand, clearly becoming wary.

It turns out this Taoist priest knows nothing and can't recognize a gem inlaid with gold.

The monk then explained the origin and effects of the Three Corpse Divine Water to him.

"light and spacious."

The middle-aged Taoist priest beamed with joy upon hearing this, "Don't worry, I will definitely pass on the message to you when my master returns."

"Thank you, brother. We have important matters to attend to, so we won't stay any longer. We'll meet again another day if fate allows."

The monk replied very politely and immediately prepared to leave.

But this turn of his head startled him.

Forty or fifty meters away, at the intersection where they had come from, a young man was standing there, seemingly out of nowhere.

The young man stared straight at him. In this desolate wilderness, it was quite frightening to suddenly have such a person appear.

Because he was backlit, he couldn't see the young man's face clearly, but he could feel the man's sharp gaze and assumed he was also a disciple of the Purple Orchid Cave.

But when he adjusted his pupils and saw the other person's face clearly, he was indeed instantly shocked.

"what?"

The monk let out a low cry, his soul nearly leaping out of his head.

On this sweltering day, I felt a chill run down my spine, from the top of my head to the soles of my feet, and then from my feet to my heart.

Although he had never seen the young man's face in person, he had seen photos of it and it was all too familiar to him.

Isn't this the person the cult leader has been wanting to get rid of?
Chen Yang!

That's right, the person who came was Chen Yang.

At this moment, Chen Yang was also surprised that there were actually hermits on Mount Er'e.
Moreover, it's so close to Zizhi Cave.

He had been to Er'e Mountain twice and had also visited Chen Tianyang's cave in Zizhi Cave, but he had never found anyone else in Zilan Cave.

What does this monk from the Dharma-ending Age want to do, coming all this way and taking such a great risk?
Looking for someone? Who are they looking for?

"The Dharma-ending Monk of the Gu God Sect?"

Chen Yang asked, "I've heard of your name before, so this is what you look like."

Even in the Dharma-ending Age, he still dressed like a monk, wearing a simple robe, with a string of prayer beads around his neck and short hair about an inch long, looking neither like a monk nor a layman.

He looked to be in his sixties or seventies, and wasn't ugly, but his eyes were a typical case of "three-white eyes" (eyes with the whites showing above the iris). People with this type of eye are generally not good people.

Behind the end of Dharma, there were two people. One was younger and should be the driver Huang Can mentioned. He was only in the middle stage of the Spirit Realm.

The other person was about the same age as the End of Dharma, dressed casually, with a long sword wrapped in cloth on his back. He should be a sword cultivator, and his cultivation level was also in the late stage of the Creation Realm.

Mo Fa stared intently at Chen Yang, already secretly communicating with the sword cultivator behind him. The two of them tacitly assumed their stances, as if facing a formidable enemy, ready to make their move.

"How will you be here?"

The Dharma-ending Age slowly opened its mouth.

A golden pestle slipped from his sleeve and landed in his palm, its sharp tip gleaming in the sunlight.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that? You guys are really bold, coming to Emei at a time like this. Do you really think the most dangerous place is the safest?"

Chen Yang looked at him with a mocking smile, "To be able to escape from so many powerful people, you're quite capable. I just wonder if you'll be so lucky today?"

"Do it!"

No sooner had Chen Yang finished speaking than Mo Fa let out a fierce shout and launched an attack on him.

The vajra pestle in his hand flew out instantly and headed straight for Chen Yang.

"Shh!"

The short pestle was extremely sharp, carrying powerful energy, and its sound of cutting through the air was extremely piercing.

Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, so Chen Yang dared not be careless. The Crimson Sky Sword appeared in his hand, and with a flick of his wrist and a bit of skill, the short pestle was sent flying.

At the same time, the sword cultivator also made his move. He drew his long sword from its sheath and instantly unleashed his sword intent, attempting to lock onto Chen Yang. His sword energy was suddenly released, and the sword light left a trail of afterimages as it swiftly attacked Chen Yang.

The monk let out a muffled groan. The Vajra pestle that Chen Yang had knocked away circled in the air under his spiritual guidance before attacking Chen Yang's back again.

Attacking from both sides was a tactic designed to kill Chen Yang.

"Out of control."

Chen Yang snorted coldly, and his primordial spirit pressure was suddenly released.

The sword intent of the sword cultivator in front shattered instantly, and before the sword energy could even reach Chen Yang, it was crushed into nothingness by the power of his primordial spirit.

The monk's face turned deathly pale instantly, and the Vajra pestle fell to the ground with a thud. Both of them felt as if their necks had been suddenly gripped, and their bodies felt as if a huge mountain had been pressing down on them.

Fear, immense fear.

This feeling was very familiar to both of them, who were at the late stage of the Creation Realm.

It is the oppressive power of the primordial spirit.

How could this young man possess such a powerful spiritual aura?

Is he a Dao Realm expert?
How can it be?

The two men's faces flushed red instantly as they desperately tried to fight against the oppressive force, suppressing their fear and attempting to escape.

However, how could Chen Yang possibly give them a chance?

With one step, Chen Yang arrived in front of the swordsman and casually threw a punch.

Under the suppression of the primordial spirit's pressure, the sword cultivator was unable to resist at all. The power of several dragons exploded on his body, and he was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing heavily onto the embankment of a field not far away.

The person sank completely into the ground and fell silent instantly.

An ordinary late-stage Creation Realm cultivator could hardly withstand Chen Yang's punch. If that punch landed, their internal organs would probably be completely destroyed, leaving no chance of survival.

At the entrance of the cave, the middle-aged Taoist priest originally wanted to scold them and stop them from fighting there, but Chen Yang's punch successfully shut him up.

He was terrified and quickly retreated to the cave entrance, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

At this moment, Chen Yang had already arrived in front of the monk of the End of Dharma.

"what!"

The monk roared and forcefully broke through the suppression of the primordial spirit, but Chen Yang's fist was already coming towards him.

He had no time to dodge and could only brace himself against the attack.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang.

Without any suspense, the monk of the Dharma-ending Age was also sent flying by the terrifying force of the punch.

Unfortunately, it crashed onto the edge of the field, and moreover, it landed on the swordsman from before.

This scene left the remaining Spirit Realm cultivator and the middle-aged Taoist at the cave entrance completely dumbfounded.

Chen Yang walked directly towards the edge of the field.

As Chen Yang passed by the Spirit Realm cultivator, the cultivator's legs went weak, and the moment he brushed past him, he actually sat down on the ground with a thud.

"If you dare to run, I'll kill you."

Chen Yang simply left a sentence, without even glancing at the Spirit Realm cultivator, and quickly passed by, arriving at the edge of the field.

"Cough cough!"

The monk of the Dharma-ending Age was still alive; his brothers acted as human cushions, causing him to lose a great deal of power.

He struggled to get out of the muddy embankment, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Chen Yang's heavy punch had clearly injured him badly.

He looked up in horror at Chen Yang approaching him. He had no fighting spirit left and turned to run away without saying a word.

A red thread shot out from Chen Yang's hand, and under the control of his mental power, it quickly caught up with the monk of the End of Dharma and instantly entangled him.

Pfft!
The monk rolled directly into the vegetable garden, getting covered in mud.

Chen Yang strolled over.

Looking down from above, the Buddha was bound and lay on his back on the ground. Many of the wild gourds in the field were crushed, and the red thread had even wrapped around his face, making him look rather comical.

It has to be said that people look truly pitiful when they are dying.

"A disgraced disciple of Faxiang Temple? Didn't he cultivate the Marrow Cleansing Scripture? How could he be so pathetic?" Chen Yang said calmly.

Upon hearing this, the Buddha almost vomited blood again.

Is the Marrow Cleansing Classic something that just anyone can practice?

Only a small number of elite disciples in the temple were able to access this technique. Unfortunately, when I was at Faxiang Temple, I was not among the elite and had no right to cultivate this divine skill.

Coincidentally, the reason he betrayed Faxiang Temple was precisely because of this martial art.

Back then, this guy befriended an elite disciple in the temple in order to obtain this divine skill. During a training trip, he used some tricks to tie up and interrogate the elite disciple, and obtained the contents of the Marrow Cleansing Classic from him.

But the truth came out quickly, and the man didn't dare go back to the temple at all; he simply fled.

It's a pity that the Marrow Cleansing Classic taught to disciples in the temple is not complete. Instead, only the Jade Bone Chapter is given when they reach the Spirit Realm, and the Immaculate Chapter is given when they reach the Creation Realm.

The disciple he bound was only at the Spirit Realm, so the cultivation technique he obtained only went up to the Jade Bone Chapter.

Over the years, he joined the Gu God Cult and tried every possible means to obtain the contents of the Immaculate Chapter.

However, to be honest, his aptitude was still lacking. Although he had the resources of the Gu God Sect, he still failed to master the Immaculate Chapter.

Although he hadn't cultivated a demigod-like physique, his body was still much stronger than others of the same level. Otherwise, Chen Yang's heavy punch just now would have been enough to take him away.

Because Er'e Mountain was not bound by Chen Yang, Chen Yang could not see the attribute information of the monk of the end of Dharma, but according to Chen Yang's estimate, this person's physique should be around 500.

Chen Yang is also over 500 rank, but he has a primordial spirit and is enhanced by spiritual pills and cultivation techniques, so his strength far surpasses that of someone over 500 rank.

Upon hearing Chen Yang mention the Marrow Cleansing Classic, the monk was clearly furious.

His life was both made and broken by the Marrow Cleansing Classic.

Without the Marrow Cleansing Classic, he would never have been able to reach his current level of cultivation with his talent. However, it was precisely because of the Marrow Cleansing Classic that he was regarded as an outcast by the Faxiang Temple, which forced him to hide in the mountains of Raojiang, where he dared not show his face for fear of being captured and taken back by the Faxiang Temple.

What awaits him is at least the loss of all his cultivation, and he might even have to pay for the life of that disciple from back then.

"Enough with the nonsense, just kill me if you want."

The monk closed his eyes, his attitude resolute, as if he were not afraid of death at all.

"kill you?"

Chen Yang shook his head. "Why would I kill you for no reason? We haven't even finished talking."

"you……"

The monk, his face flushed, spoke incoherently with a red thread binding his mouth. "Don't waste your energy, I won't say anything."

He looked like he was going to his death with great courage.

"Ding Huanchun certainly raised a good dog."

Chen Yang sneered, "Since you want to die, then I'll grant your wish."

"Speak," she said, as the Crimson Sky Sword fell upon him.

Chen Yang had questions about why this person had come here, but since the other party wasn't cooperating, he could simply ask Elder Wu to take action later, as the memories obtained would be purer.

"Shh!"

Just then, a blur of light streaked through the air.

"Keng!"

A small pebble struck the blade of the Crimson Sky Sword.

The powerful force caused the sword to tremble; had he not been strong enough, the longsword would have almost slipped from his grasp.

"stop!"

A low shout followed immediately.

Chen Yang frowned slightly and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw an old man carrying a basket on his back rapidly approaching through the mountains and forests.

The distance of 100 meters was closed in just a few breaths.

The newcomer wore a Taoist robe covered in mud, had gray hair standing on end, and a long beard reaching his chest, giving him an air of otherworldly elegance.

At that moment, his gaze was fixed on Chen Yang.

"Master."

The middle-aged Taoist priest hiding at the cave entrance rushed towards the old man as if he had seen a savior.

The old Taoist priest took off his basket and tossed it to him.

The middle-aged Taoist priest put the basket on the ground and hurriedly told the old man what had just happened.

The old Taoist priest nodded slightly.

He glanced at Chen Yang, then at Mo Fa and the sword cultivator whose fate was unknown. "Young man, what deep-seated grudge could drive you to such a brutal act?"

Chen Yang's eyes flickered slightly.

He could clearly sense the aura emanating from the old Taoist priest.

He is definitely a powerhouse at the Dao True Realm.

There are actually powerful Dao Realm experts living in seclusion on Mount Er'e?
For a moment, Chen Yang was momentarily lost in thought, but he quickly regained his composure. "Junior Chen Yang, a lay disciple of Baoguo Temple of Emei, may I ask how you should address me, senior?"

Upon hearing this, the old man frowned slightly.

"Haha."

At this moment, the End of Dharma suddenly burst into laughter, "You have eyes but don't recognize a true god, kid! The man before you is Master Zhang Zhixing of the Chunyang Temple of Emei, a powerful figure in the mid-stage of the Dao True Realm. Hehe, kid, you can't escape now..."

At this moment, the middle-aged Taoist priest handed over something.

It was the jade thumb ring that the monk from the end of Dharma had handed over earlier.

The old Taoist priest paused slightly upon seeing the thumb ring.

After laughing, Mo Fa shouted at the old Taoist priest, "Master Zhang, I am Mo Fa of the Gu God Sect. Please take action and kill this brat..."

Upon hearing this, the old man frowned even more deeply.

However, before Mo Fa could finish speaking, Chen Yang moved the Crimson Cloud in his hand.

A flash of cold light, and a line of blood appeared on the neck of the monk in the Dharma-ending Age.

The voice of the end of Dharma abruptly stopped, eyes wide with disbelief.

His mouth was slightly open, but he could no longer make a sound. He seemed to be saying, "How dare you kill me in front of a mid-stage Dao Realm expert?"
"Ah You……"

The old Taoist priest was clearly not expecting Chen Yang to make a sudden move. Seeing that Mo Fa was already dead, he couldn't help but turn icy cold. "Young man, you are too violent. He has already been captured by you. Why do you still want to take his life?"

Chen Yang's gaze fell on the old Taoist priest, and his words were firm and powerful, "Senior, you live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, so you may not know what is happening in the outside world. The Gu God Sect has been destroyed, and its leader, Ding Huanchun, has been executed. These three are all remnants of the Gu God Sect who are being pursued by the authorities..."

"what?"

The old Taoist was clearly shocked by Chen Yang's words.

But he quickly regained his composure. "Even so, you shouldn't have taken their lives?"

"Ah."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang laughed, "Senior, are you sympathizing with these demons? Why are you so eager to exonerate them? Could it be that you're also colluding with the Gu God Sect?"

"Bullshit."

Upon hearing this, the old Taoist priest immediately rebuked him, "Young man, you have too much bloodlust..."

"Demons and evil people should be killed by everyone."

Chen Yang responded calmly, "Senior, you should really think about how to sever ties with the Gu God Sect. I just overheard this demon talking to your disciple about how you seem to have a close relationship with the sect leader. If the authorities investigate this, you might even be wanted by the authorities..."

"You are so slanderous."

Before the old Taoist could speak, the middle-aged Taoist behind him shouted, "My master doesn't know any Gu God Cult Master."

Although he didn't know anything about the Gu God Cult, he knew from Chen Yang's words that it was definitely not a good thing, and he didn't want to be wanted by the authorities.

"Whether you recognize it or not is not for you to decide; it should be your master who says so. How do you explain this ring on your thumb?" Chen Yang looked at him with a leisurely air.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was startled upon hearing this and instinctively threw away the jade thumb ring as if it were something dirty.

He stood behind the old Taoist priest, not daring to say another word.

At this moment, the old Taoist priest had clearly calmed down. "You said you are a lay disciple of Baoguo Temple?"

"Genuine, no doubt about it." Chen Yang nodded slightly.

"It's really a terrible life."

The old Taoist priest took a deep breath, clearly having carefully considered the matter, and abandoned his previous lecturing tone. "I have been in seclusion for many years and am long past the age of worldly affairs. I have no desire to, nor will I, participate in, worldly matters. Take him away. I will pretend I never saw you. I only wish for peace and quiet and do not want to cause trouble..."

Chen Yang stood still.

The old Taoist frowned. "Do you have anything else to say?"

Chen Yang said, "Senior, it's no longer a question of whether you want to cause trouble or not. The remnants of the Gu God Sect have come after you, and you've already been dragged into this. It's best to make some things clear..."

(End of this chapter)