Day and night tour

Chapter 430 Ancient Buddha Relics
Yun Ziliang's current cultivation level is inferior to Li Changxun's.

However, Li Changxun, the bottom-ranked member of the Sky Dome, was not as experienced in battle as Yun Ziliang. Simply put, he lacked combat intelligence.

"Changxun, tell him to start the battle. What kind of battle did you start?"

Yun Ziliang is a disciple of the Gan Ying School who seeks dragon veins. He can sense the terrain of mountains and water, and at the same time, he can influence the terrain of mountains and water.

Mountains are firm, water is gentle; green waters encircle green mountains, in harmony with nature, so people walking among green mountains and clear waters feel open and carefree.

Yun Ziliang altered the natural order of the mountains and rivers. Water, being solid, blocked everything, while mountains, being soft, made muddy and difficult to traverse, binding the opponent's feet.

This is the mountain and water prison that Yun Ziliang set up in a short period of time.

The side rooms of the Maha Temple were no longer side rooms, but an endless sea of ​​mud. The Fish Bodhisattva stood motionless, yet his body sank uncontrollably, as if he were about to be swallowed by the mud.
However, this sophisticated prison was almost destroyed by Li Changxun.

Li Changxun's skill mainly lay in using the "Wind Control Technique," where he condensed a whirlwind array and swept it across the mountain and water prison.

In terms of sheer scale, the wind formation is magnificent, truly "vast and boundless," but in terms of its effect—it's more like a superficial rain, not only failing to achieve its purpose but also causing some disruption.

The mud sea formed by Yun Ziliang was originally designed to be "the gentlest of humankind," using softness to overcome hardness. However, Li Changxun's wind was too strong, like laying a layer of hard tiles on the mud sea. The sinking momentum of the fish-like bodhisattva was actually stopped.
If it weren't for the fact that Yu Pusa was still in Zhou Xuan's "colorful play" dream, he could have broken free of the cage and escaped again with just this one opportunity.

"Grandmaster, look at the power I'm wielding! I've never been this strong before, and you're still scolding me?"

"So what if I scolded you? Look at your useless skills."

Yun Ziliang quickly pointed out Li Changxun's flaw, saying, "Changxun, I used the water as a barrier and the mountains as ropes to bind that mad monk's feet, but you were blown in by a strong wind, like laying a hard floor on a muddy swamp."

"Is she complaining that the mad monk didn't escape fast enough?"

Li Changxun thought about it and felt that there was some truth to it, but even though he understood the reasoning, what should he do next?

He was in a dilemma again.

With his combat intelligence, he couldn't think of a countermeasure at all. In a flash, it was Li Changxun who came up with the idea, saying, "Changxun, you live up to your name, you're incredibly lazy. Let our grandmaster teach you a lesson."

Your winds should not sweep over the mountains, but seep into the earth, lifting up my softest, most rugged terrain layer by layer, creating a series of "layered peaks and cliffs."
Then my terrain would no longer be terrain, but an endless sea of ​​mud, from which even the mad monk with boundless spiritual power would never be able to escape.

With Yun Ziliang's guidance, Li Changxun finally understood and immediately blew down the raging wind, which seeped into the soft terrain set up by Yun Ziliang.

With this change, the once gentlest of mudflats truly became a vast ocean, with the wind whipping up mountain-like mud waves that destroyed several surrounding rooms into pieces.

The waves of mud crashed down one after another, suffocating the fish monk.
He finally came to his senses and asked Zhou Xuan, "Master Xuan, why are you doing this? Are you having your old disciples spar with me, a newcomer? To test my abilities?"

"What makes you so special that I'm here to test your mettle? I'm here to kill you."

Zhou Xuan finally revealed his true intentions, saying to the link on his wrist, "Sister, you can come over now."

He has a connection to the Zhou family's ancestral tree, so he can call in reinforcements at any time.

In an instant, three illusory figures flashed out: Zhou Lingyi, Yuan Buyu, and Mr. Bai Liu slowly walked out.
Zhou Xuan was used to the appearance of his sister and master, but Mr. Bai Liu was truly a rare guest.

"Mr. Shirayuki, what are you doing here?"

Mr. Bai Liu was also a storyteller, and in terms of skill level, he was slightly better than Yuan Buyu. He also had a Dream Fish in his possession.

Before Bai Liu could reply, Yuan Buyu interjected, "After we parted ways in Jingchuan Prefecture last time, I invited Mr. Bai Liu to try my cooking at the Zhou family troupe, and he actually came."

"Mr. Shirayuki, how is my master's skill?"

Zhou Xuan asked again.

Yuan Buyu blurted out again: "Your master's cooking skills are far superior to those of incense offerings. He has already helped Bai Liu break her bad habit of eating vegetarian food."

Everyone chatted amiably, one after another, but Fish Bodhisattva couldn't stand it.

What's harder to accept than being imprisoned is the shattering of a beautiful dream.

Like a helpless person drowning in a vast ocean, the fish bodhisattva cried out frantically, "Master Xuan, you said you would make me the only free will in the starry sky, you can't abandon me."

"Did I say that?"

"You said it yourself."

“I’ve almost forgotten that,” Zhou Xuan said coldly. “I only remember one thing now: to kill you, you demonic monk.”

Zhou Xuan took out a domino from his pocket; it was a painter's domino.

Because things happened so quickly, and Zhou Xuan was unable to contact Zhou Lingyi through the link while in the "spiritual realm," there wasn't enough manpower to organize.

Now, the only ones who can still rush to help from afar are painters who are incredibly fast.

The dominoes were crushed by Zhou Xuan, and a few moments later, a familiar figure tore through space and emerged.

"Master, why are you in Huangyuan Prefecture?"

"Old Hua, don't ask so many questions yet. This evil monk uses human lives to refine pills, and he's also an incarnation of an ancient Buddha, one of the twenty-one dhyana masters. Let's go together and kill him."

Zhou Xuan took the lead and, after setting up his sister's sea of ​​red spider lilies, he received "incense offerings in return," and his combat power rapidly increased.

"The gods rise up."

Zhou Xuan then used his bone teeth to pierce the tattoo of "Nuo God's Right Hand" in mid-air, then cut his right palm, flung his hand forward, and splattered blood onto the tattoo.

With the double blessing, his incense offering power has reached the level of "sitting at eight and looking towards nine".

"Demon monk, come and fight!"

Zhou Xuan put on the mask of the Dao Ancestor and voluntarily entered the prison set up by Yun Ziliang and Li Changxun.

He floated on the sandy sea, his figure drifting with the waves, yet he did not lose his imposing presence. This is the "Taoist non-action" in the "True Scripture of the Valley".

The Daoist who practices non-action goes with the flow, yet never loses his true self; he reveres nature, yet possesses great power.

Unaffected by the muddy sea, Zhou Xuan nimbly approached the fish monk and unleashed a punch.

The fish monk also follows the "Vajra" path, prioritizing the physical body over the Taoist arts.

He exchanged a punch with Zhou Xuan.
The moment their fists met, Zhou Xuan immediately felt that the Vajra Strike was far too powerful.

He immediately changed his approach again, switching from "The Way is inaction" to "The Sage is boundless".

The sage is boundless, devouring heaven and earth. The power of heaven and earth blesses him, and no mortal can harm him.

The hardness of Zhou Xuan's punch immediately rose to a new level, and when it collided with Yu Pusa, it produced a loud bang that was deafening.

“Good sir, you actually know the unparalleled secret of Taoism—the True Scripture of the Valley.”

The clash of punches caused Zhou Xuan's internal organs to churn, and the fish monk fared no better; due to the immense force, fine golden cracks appeared on his face and hands.

"Zhou Xuan, you've fooled me terribly. But you few can't kill me."

The divine power of that attack just now has completely awakened the Fish Bodhisattva from his dream of colorful entertainment.

He finally understood that Zhou Xuan wasn't testing him, but truly wanted to kill him.

With two cages and several helpers, it's impossible for the fish monk to say he was fearless.

But at this point, he had no choice but to fight back.

"I am the wrathful fish bodhisattva."

The Fish Bodhisattva roared, bolstering his spirits, and instantly conjured a tall and majestic golden Buddha image.
The expansion of the Buddha statue completely destroyed the side rooms and main halls of the Maha Temple.
Broken planks and shattered bricks fell down like leaves scattered across the sky.

"Thief monk, try my fire."

The painter activated the "Laws of Space," and after appearing above the fish monk's head, he blew a ball of "Dao Flame" downwards.

The fire, known as "Dao Yan," contained the essence of the Dao. In an instant, it ignited the fish monk's head, making his appearance even more ferocious.

"How could a mere fire possibly harm me?"

The Fish Bodhisattva sneered repeatedly, saying, "I am an alchemist, and I have spent half my life battling fire..."

His boastful words came to an abrupt halt as the fire intensified.

"No, this fire is different. Why is it burning inside my internal organs?"

"It can even burn your soul." The painter distanced himself from the fish-bodhisattva and gently blew on it.
The "Daoist Flame" burning in the heart of the Fish Bodhisattva gathered at the "chest center and lower abdomen dantian" and was about to burn his soul.

Fish Bodhisattva was terrified of the fire and wanted to chase after the painter, while Mr. Bai Liu and Yuan Buyu harassed him with fans.

Both of them were storytellers with seven incense sticks in their ranks. For storytellers, killing across borders was as easy as turning their hands, but there were limits to crossing borders—clearly, the fish monk's level far surpassed theirs, and their dreams could not take effect.

Without dreams, a storyteller is like a tiger without claws and teeth, unable to shoulder the responsibility of being the main force in battle, and can only play a supporting role.

Even though they were just playing a supporting role, these two storytellers were extremely serious. They twirled their two folding fans like butterflies among flowers, fluttering up and down in front of the fish Bodhisattva.

If you ignore the fan, it will aim to strike your eyes, philtrum, and neck.

If you try to control the fans, they will turn around and fly away, disturbing the fish bodhisattva and making him angry.

"If you're really a tough guy, then face me head-on and fight me to the death. Sting me once and then leave. What kind of hero are you, like those annoying mosquitoes? You're just insidious and despicable!"

Fish Bodhisattva never imagined that one day he would use the word "insidious and despicable" to describe someone else.

"We'll have to compete. Okay, I'll do it."

Zhou Xuan once again condensed the "Boundless Sage" and used his magnificent Dao body to meet the wrathful Vajra.

Still reeling from the force of that punch, the fish monk felt a chill run down his spine when facing Zhou Xuan again, and instinctively retreated.
Zhou Xuan, not one to back down, continued his relentless attack, throwing in some trash talk: "Fish Monk, look, if I don't fight you head-on, you call me treacherous; if I do fight you head-on, you get upset."
You, this ancient Buddha incarnation, are truly difficult to please.

The fish monk blushed with embarrassment and could only grit his teeth and clash with Zhou Xuan again.

Such primitive tactics are most likely to distinguish the victors and vanquished the vanquished. Zhou Xuan's "Boundless Sage" made him stronger with each battle, while the Fish Monk's Vajra Body had lost its arrogance.

"The Daoist Scripture of Valleys and Valleys is indeed quite profound."

"You wicked monk, this is Huangyuan Prefecture, not our Mingjiang Prefecture. If we were in Mingjiang, after I borrowed that 'Worldly Method,' and we only considered the betting skills, you would have been dead long ago."

The "world-class strategy" refers to Zhou Xuan's ability to leverage the power of a single prefecture.

However, this kind of influence cannot be borrowed casually; it requires the people of that prefecture to have a very high level of recognition for Zhou Xuan.

In short, it is about winning the hearts of the people; whoever wins the hearts of the people will find all things coming together.

“Master, there’s no need for the Heavenly Method anymore. This mad monk is already doomed to defeat.”

Li Changxun's voice suddenly came over.

While everyone was engaged in a fierce battle, Li Changxun and Yun Ziliang were not idle either. The two of them condensed a grain of sand in the cage.

This grain of sand, just like the drop of water that Li Changxun condensed a few days ago, may be small, but the killing power it contains is enough to cut through nine incense sticks.

“This grain of sand was formed by me and the patriarch together. Mad monk, if you dare to touch it even a little, this sand will pierce your heart. You will not be a living bodhisattva, but only a dead monk.”

Li Changxun had a rare moment of glory.

The fish monk looked up at the grain of sand. He was a discerning person and knew that with his current strength, he had no chance of winning against that grain of sand.

The Dragon Seekers are like this: among their sects, they are the best in Taoist magic, but their magic takes too long to activate, and they are defeated before they can generate any power.

However, given time, the true power of the Dao will emerge—a power so awe-inspiring that few in the world would dare to directly confront its might.

“I, the Fish Bodhisattva, have cultivated for a thousand years and was the first of the Twenty-One Dhyana to awaken. Now, I have perished here. I am not reconciled... I am not reconciled.”

At this point, Fish Bodhisattva suddenly roared at the sky, "Lu Xingzhou, you've been watching this show for so long, aren't you going to show yourself?"

"Do you intend to watch me perish here, leaving Huangyuan Prefecture unable to find its river god again?"

He was certain that Lu Xingzhou, the leader of the Bitter Ghosts, must be here.
The people in front of him were all unparalleled masters. When they entered the mansion, the ancient tree and golden bell of Huangyuan Mansion would surely ring.

In the past few days, Huangyuan Prefecture and Jingchuan Prefecture have suddenly merged, creating a border between the two prefectures and causing widespread anxiety. Lu Xingzhou has been working tirelessly on this matter, constantly touring Huangyuan Prefecture.
Now that the Maha Temple has suffered such a great calamity, Lu Xingzhou couldn't possibly be unaware of it.

Gurgle~ Gurgle~
A series of crisp, clear sounds of water rang out.

This is the sound of a suffering ghost appearing.
Rivers have their share of suffering ghosts, and these ghosts are inextricably linked to the water.

"The waters of the great river come from the sky."

A handful of muddy river water poured down from the sky, landing on the ground and forming a puddle.
Lu Xingzhou emerged from that extremely shallow pool of water.

He still sported a fish head and still held a round fan, but his demeanor remained as refined as ever.

He smiled at the fish monk and said, "Master Yu, those who cultivate themselves accept their fate in life and death. If you lose by betting your skills, you lose. Making a scene not only disgraces the Buddhist spirit but also damages civility. That's not good."

The fish monk, being observant, saw Lu Xingzhou's nonchalant attitude and was certain that this miserable leader didn't want to help him.

"Lu Xingzhou, aren't you going to help me? Besides me, who else in the world can help you find the River God?"

You are the Nine Incense Sticks, and the Nine Incense Sticks that can slay the gods in heaven. If you and I join forces, how could Zhou Xuan and his group be a match for us?
"If you save me, I'll help you find the River God within ten years—no, not ten years, three years, give me three years."

Lu Xingzhou smiled and shook his head, saying, "Master Yu, three years after three years, it's been over a thousand years, where is the River God?"
Those previous leaders, Ren, trusted you time and time again, and were repeatedly intimidated by your supposed "Twenty-One Zen Master" persona, which allowed you to grow in power and become a cancerous growth in Huangyuan.
Since I took over as the leader, the thing I've wanted to do most has been to get rid of you. Now that I have this opportunity, how could I let it slip by?

"Kill me, and you will never find the River God again."

"It can be found."

After bowing to Zhou Xuan, Lu Xingzhou said, "Master Yu, I naturally believe that this great man can find the God of Pain and Calamity, and he can also find the River God. But I don't trust you as much."

Having said this, he turned to Zhou Xuan and said, "Master, the Fish Bodhisattva has been entrenched in Huangyuan for many years, deeply rooted in the land. He has now become the supreme faith of the people of Huangyuan."

"I am from Huangyuan, and it is inappropriate for me to act directly. I can only trouble you, sir, to eliminate this wicked monk who is bringing disaster to the people and welcome the return of the White Deer Alchemist."

Zhou Xuan glanced at Lu Xingzhou.

He understood the underlying meaning in Lu Xingzhou's words.

Since he left the "Spirit Realm," he had never told anyone about the "White Deer Alchemist," but Lu Xingzhou knew about it.

This indicates that Lu Xingzhou is able to enter the "spiritual realm".

"Mr. Lu, you can also enter the Spirit Realm?"

Zhou Xuan asked.

Lu Xingzhou pointed to his fish head and said with a smile, "Those who can enter the Spirit Realm either rely on profound methods, such as the Great Master's 'Synchronization with Heaven,' or they rely on their bloodline and status. That fish monk is an incarnation of an ancient Buddha, so naturally he can enter."
As for me? I possess the blood of the River God, and this fish head is the manifestation of my ancestor.

Zhou Xuan asked, "So the river god you mentioned is also a fish?"

“A very, very big fish,” Lu Xingzhou said, gesturing.

Zhou Xuan immediately understood.

Today, he entered the Spirit Realm, which seemed dangerous, but with Lu Xingzhou secretly accompanying him, he would not be in any real danger.

Lu Xingzhou's level is truly high. When he was in the spiritual realm, neither the fish monk nor Zhou Xuan noticed him.

Keeping a low profile is the most skillful way to conduct oneself in the state of Jing.

Zhou Xuan immediately said, "Since Mr. Lu has entrusted me to kill the fish monk, then I will accept the task without hesitation."

He beckoned to Li Changxun with his finger.

Li Changxun and Yun Ziliang immediately activated that grain of sand.
That grain of sand transformed into countless flying stones, which hurtled towards the golden statue of the fish monk.
The majestic golden body was shrunken by the force of the attack, while the physical body was gradually destroyed.

The fish monk's vitality was also rapidly fading away, but apart from resentment, he felt little sorrow, only anger.

"Zhou Xuan, Lu Xingzhou, I, the Fish Bodhisattva, have cultivated for a thousand years, refining elixirs every day. What is it all for? It is for freedom. I want to break free from the influence of the ancient Buddha on me."

Originally, I was about to succeed very soon, within a hundred years at most, and I would no longer be that damned Twenty-One Zen, but you... ruined my thousand years of hard work.

The fish monk dug his right hand into his heart, took out a relic, and said,

"Today, in order to save my life, I have no choice but to humble myself before the Ancient Buddha once again. But... Zhou Xuan, Lu Xingzhou, don't forget the grudge between us. If I ever make a comeback in the future, I will wipe out your entire Lu and Zhou families."

The relic in his hand emitted faint, ethereal chanting.
The sound of the chanting was soft, creating a sense of tranquility in the ears.

As the chanting of Buddhist hymns began, a vast blue ocean appeared around the fish monk...

(End of this chapter)