From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 201 Dao Sect
As the two masters stopped their attacks, autumn rain began to fall again inside and outside the messy street.

The night wind blew, and from time to time there were rustling sounds coming from the houses on both sides of the street, mixed with low sobbing sounds.

The thunderous sound that Nie Yannian had caused when fighting Xiong Wuwei before was like child's play in the fight between Master Jueming and Xie Yisheng. Whether it was the noise or the might of their magical powers, there was a huge difference.

However, the two masters were very familiar with the use of the magical powers of heaven. Although countless bluestone slabs on the long street were shattered and the houses on both sides of the street were also damaged, no innocent people were hurt. They only scared ordinary people.

The innkeeper and waiter had long since disappeared. The noise on the street was too loud, and many torches appeared in the distance, which seemed to be the constables of Qingtian County.

But those people shrank their heads and looked at him from a distance. Then they realized that he was someone they could not afford to offend, so they quickly put out their torches and retreated in time.

When Master Jueming appeared just now, he was very powerful and talked about cause and effect, and the staff that opened the way. He could speak Bodhi and destroy the way, and close his mouth and Buddha could move mountains and rivers. But in the end, he ended up sitting cross-legged on the ground, with no one left in his hand, and suffered a great defeat.

Lanruo Temple suffered another setback this time.

Meng Yuan activated his burning heart ability in his heart, holding the hilt of the knife in one hand and tightly holding Jiang Tang's hand with the other.

The battle just now opened Meng Yuan's eyes again.

The divine powers of heaven and earth that these two people rely on are extraordinary to begin with, and their use of them is even more proficient, and they seem to have discovered more ways to use them.

Meng Yuan still had only a vague understanding of Bodhi's Way of Extinction, and he still sighed at the vast sky. But just now when Xie Yisheng was connecting the Buddha to move mountains and rivers, he had glanced at himself and Taoist Li Wujiu.

When he looked at Li Wujiu, there seemed to be a hint of mockery in his eyes, as if he was saying that Qingyang Palace was sitting on a treasure trove without realizing it.

When looking at Meng Yuan again, there seemed to be some sarcasm from the seniors towards the juniors, as if saying that Meng Yuan couldn't even play with mud.

It was after this quick glance that Xie Yisheng combined with Feihong and rushed in front of Monk Jueming, and then used his supernatural powers to break Monk Jueming's Buddha Moving Mountains and Rivers.

The divine power of heaven used by Xie Yisheng was clearly the Rainbow and Smoke! But no matter its power or its natural meaning, it was far superior to Meng Yuan.

In this battle, Xie Yisheng was extremely calm. Monk Jueming, as the person sent by Lanruo Temple to settle the cause and effect for Jueyuan, must have amazing skills and two Dantian, but he was still defeated by Xie Yisheng.

At this moment, Xie Yisheng clearly still had the strength to fight again.

The autumn rain was rustling, and Xie Yisheng's hair was disheveled, but he did not look embarrassed at all. Instead, he stood there without saying a word, sheathing his sword, as if he had not experienced a great battle, but just encountered a light storm.

Everyone looked at it from afar, and they truly admired it as a towering mountain.

"Amitabha." Xuan Bei had washed away his panic and returned to his composure. He walked forward calmly and bowed deeply to Xie Yisheng. "Master Xie's skills are miraculous. He relies on his mind and uses secret skills. I admit defeat on behalf of my uncle."

Xie Yisheng nodded slightly, with no intention of making things difficult any further.

Xuan Bei bowed again, then stepped forward and fed Master Jueming two pills before helping him up.

"After decades of practicing Zen through martial arts, I have only gained the qualification to take a look at a true genius." Monk Jueming no longer had the violent feeling he had just now. Although he was injured at the moment, he seemed to have let it go.

His bright red cassock was no longer there, his linen robe was covered in blood, his face was pale and lifeless, and blood was slowly oozing out from all over his body.

Monk Jueming stood up with the help of his staff, put his only remaining hand together in front of him, and bowed to Xie Yisheng.

"If I fight again with the method of sacrificing my body to become a Buddha, what is the chance for you?" Monk Jueming said weakly, looking at Xie Yisheng hopefully. "You are asking this now, which shows that you have lost your spirit." Xie Yisheng seemed to look down on Monk Jueming. He gently raised the hilt of his sword and said, "Master, a warrior can break all laws with one force, and see the cause and effect in the place of life and death. You call yourself a warrior monk, but you are not a real warrior."

"Are you a real warrior, donor?" asked Master Jueming.

Xie Yisheng was silent for a while, shook his head slightly, and said: "I am just using martial arts to do things."

He looked around at everyone in the night rain and autumn wind, and continued: "In fact, most people who follow the martial arts path are not real martial artists. They are just ignorant people holding sharp swords and knives."

"The four great generals are not counted?" Master Jueming asked again.

"They are even worse than me." Xie Yisheng said.

"Where is Prince Xin?" Jueming asked.

Xie Yisheng was silent again, and after a long while he said, "You just said that one has to practice for decades to be qualified to see a true genius, but that's not true. Prince Xin is a man of extraordinary talent, and I am far inferior to him. As for whether he is worthy of being a warrior, I don't know."

Master Jueming nodded and asked no more questions.

"Uncle Master." Xuan Bei held the staff in one hand and supported Jueming with the other, and whispered: "Although the matter has not been accomplished, the cause and effect still exist. We will always have a chance to make a comeback."

The autumn wind blew over the street, and Xuan Bei supported Monk Jueming step by step and moved away.

"I am honored to have witnessed the extraordinary skills of the master of Qingyang Palace." Xuan Bei couldn't let his heart be empty after all. He was still resentful of Li Wujiu for standing by and watching, so he provoked him with words.

However, even without provoking him, Xie Yishen had already looked at Li Wujiu, clearly inviting him to fight.

Li Wujiu waved his robe sleeves, revealing the long sword on his back. He then moved his whisk and took three steps forward on the roof. He still did not come down, but just stared at Xie Yishen closely.

"Although you practice martial arts, you can be considered a member of our Taoist sect." Li Wujiu's tone was cold, his Taoist robe was blown by the wind and rain, and he really looked like an immortal.

Li Wujiu was not afraid of Monk Jueming's defeat. Instead, he felt somewhat unbridled. "May I ask where did you learn the divine power of Qingyang Palace from?"

"It's just Misty Rain and Flying Rainbow, why do you need to learn it secretly?" Xie Yisheng was very disdainful, "Turning decay into magic, I can use this method to defeat the monk of Lanruo Temple, it is a blessing for your Qingyang Palace."

At this point, Xie Yisheng turned his head slightly, looked at Meng Yuan, and said: "Meng Feiyuan, you only got the form, but not the meaning. The prince is not a warrior, he taught you this method, but he didn't teach you."

Xie Yisheng drew his sword again and continued, "You have learned too little. If you want to see the bright moon in the blue sky, you should change your teacher."

"Thank you for your guidance, sir!" Meng Yuan responded with a smile.

Xie Yisheng stopped talking and just turned around with his back to Li Wujiu on the roof, saying, "When I attacked the Taoist priest in Hulu Mountain last time, and when I was fighting with the monks of Lanruo Temple just now, the Taoist priest did not use the same method to fight back. It can be seen that he is indeed a great man."

"It's not that I don't want to launch a sneak attack, it's just that I don't want to do it." Li Wujiu said coldly.

"I have used up most of my strength and am injured. I would like to learn more from Master Li's magical skills." Xie Yisheng was very confident.

The autumn wind brought rain, but Li Wujiu was still hesitant to take action.

(End of this chapter)