From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 387: The Enemy is Dark and We Are Bright
The rain stopped, and only the Buddha's light shone brightly, illuminating all directions.

The world was pristine, and the capital city itself seemed to tolerate neither a shadow nor a stain. Only the earth-shaking sound of chanting sutras filled the air, as if one had entered a paradise.

On the small pavilion in the middle of the lake, Mo Tingyu and Ning Qufei were both pale-faced, and Lin Yan's legs were weak.

At this moment, the three of them were lost in their own thoughts. Lin Yan felt that love was boring and wanted to convert to Buddhism, while Ning Qufei and Mo Tingyu felt that they should not have joined the Taoist sect in the first place and that it would be a good time to switch to Buddhism.

Those who came to besiege the lake, whether they were seriously wounded and waiting to die or still intact, including Confucian, Buddhist, Taoist, and martial artists, along with the black-clad messengers, all knelt on the ground, extremely devout.

Only Wang Er was not intoxicated. She flicked Lin Yan's forehead with one finger, and then pointed at Ning Qufei and Mo Tingyu.

The three of them woke up again and covered their heads, as if the pain had not yet subsided.

Wang Er stopped looking and looked up at the sky. She saw the Buddha image in the sky radiating surging Buddha light, as if the Buddha had truly descended to earth.

Although that tiny flame possessed an indomitable spirit, it was utterly insignificant before the true Buddha.

As the Buddha statue moved slightly, a palm pressed down. Even though it wasn't aimed at him, Wang Er felt a chill. He felt that the palm seemed to carry countless past events, embody the great principles of the world, and foreshadow future opportunities.

This palm seemed to encompass everything, ultimately becoming supreme light, as if it could turn all things in the world, and countless causes and effects, into a speck of dust under the great light.

"Although Qing Guangzi is a newcomer, he is not only no less powerful than Wusheng Luohan, but his prestige is even greater." Wang Er shook his head slightly. "The more powerful the supernatural abilities I see, the more I admire Li Weizhen. I just don't know what Meng Feiyuan will be like today..."

Wang Er looked up and saw that the wisp of flame swayed even more when the Buddha's palm pressed down, as if it could fall at any moment.

As expected, the spark of light could not move an inch after touching the Buddha's palm.

Then the Buddha withdrew his palm, grasping the wisp of spark in his hand. Instantly, the faint light of the flame disappeared, as if the great light of the world had completely extinguished the spark.

Lin Yan had already come to his senses. He rubbed his temples and saw the strange phenomenon in the sky. He wanted to draw his sword to help, but he realized that he was far too incompetent. He couldn't even chase after Qing Guangzi, let alone help him. He couldn't even find a trace of Qing Guangzi's aura.

"Junior Brother couldn't even last one round?" Lin Yan had no idea what to do. He felt he couldn't go home and explain to his two younger siblings, let alone Ying Ru. "It's over, the Third Miss was taken advantage of by Junior Brother!"

Lin Yan murmured blankly. He looked at Wang Er beside him and saw that Wang Er was frowning.

“Don’t look at me.” Wang Er was clear-headed. “I have no desire to resist, not even the courage to face him head-on with my sword. I have long lost the ambition of a warrior.”

"That old woman!" Lin Yan had lost all respect for her at this moment.

“Brother Meng…” Mo Tingyu raised his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“He’s not dead yet,” Wang Er said casually, then took a step forward. “Get out of here quickly.”

Lin Yan was not in a hurry. He quickly looked up and suppressed the bitter feeling of his eyes being illuminated by the great light. He saw that the Buddha's palm, which was radiating endless light, seemed to have countless cracks, from which many faint sparks escaped.

Then the sparks gathered together again and soared toward the sky, as if to ask the heavens how high they were and the Buddha how big they were.

Seeing that his junior brother was unharmed, Lin Yan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly followed Wang Er. Mo Tingyu and Ning Qufei also hurriedly followed.

"Where should we take refuge, Lord?" Lin Yan asked anxiously. At this moment, the sky and earth were completely white. Not only the area around the small lake, but also the entire Wang family mansion, and even the capital city itself, were bathed in light. When people walked around, they didn't even leave a shadow.

“Go to the Imperial Preceptor’s residence for refuge.” Wang Er said calmly. “If Meng Fei wins, then there’s naturally no danger. But if he loses, where can you escape to? And how can Ying Ruyi protect you?”

Lin Yan clenched his fists, remaining silent and looking preoccupied.

Wang Er had been the supervisor for a long time and was very familiar with Lin Yan. When she saw Lin Yan's appearance, she scolded him, "You and Meng Feiyuan were both taught by Nie Yannian. You are much older, but Meng Feiyuan has surpassed you because of your mental state. Don't worry too much now, relax! Besides, Meng Feiyuan has not yet opened his Heavenly Gate and has not yet used his full strength."

After saying this, Wang Er saw that Lin Yan still looked worried and was about to scold him again when Mo Tingyu caught up and said, "He's afraid that if he dies, his wife will run off with someone else!"

Wang Er frowned, and as expected, said no more, only showing a look of disgust, as if the words "good-for-nothing" were written all over his face.

The streets of Shenjing were deserted, mostly filled with government officials on patrol. But at this moment, no one paid any attention to them; they were all kneeling and worshipping Buddha.

When the group arrived at the Imperial Preceptor's residence, they found it in complete chaos. What was supposed to be a place of Taoist practice in the Qing Kingdom was now filled with people worshipping Buddha.

"Miss Wang." An old Taoist priest walked over, still having the leisure to slightly lower his head.

The old Taoist priest had a long beard, a withered face, and could not hide his sorrow; there was a clear sense of bewilderment in his eyes.

This old Taoist priest was none other than Master Ren, who came from the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion. Not only Lin Yan recognized him, but Ning Mo and the other man also knew him.

"Master Ren." Wang Er nodded slightly.

Master Ren, holding his whisk, pointed to the sky and asked, "Is it really Meng Feiyuan?"

“Of course!” Lin Yan replied immediately.

“Meng Feiyuan is not like Li Weizhen. Although he is a disciple of Fellow Daoist Ying, if he can truly attain the Dao, who will be able to restrain him in the future?” Daoist Ren had obviously thought a lot about this. “This is also the reason why martial artists have been suppressed generation after generation.”

"Then don't worry!" Mo Tingyu was quite insightful. "Meng Feiyuan is no longer a former subordinate of Fellow Daoist Ying, but rather Fellow Daoist Ying's new favorite!"

Upon hearing this, Master Ren was immediately dumbfounded. He paused for a moment, still not believing it, and then went to look at Lin Yan.

One was his former master, the other his brother; both were equally dear to him. Lin Yan couldn't say much, but he said solemnly, "My junior brother came to hide for Wan Qian, risking his life to fight the demon, with a heart that would never regret even if it meant dying nine times over. Daoist, you are a master, yet instead of thinking about how to help him, you come to inquire about trivial matters! Heh, no wonder the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion has declined to this state!"

Upon hearing this, Master Ren nodded in understanding and said, "Junior Sister Ying does have guts."

"..." Lin Yan didn't know what to say, so he could only look up at the sky.

The wisp of starlight continued to circulate around the Buddha image in the sky, and the Buddha image would occasionally reach out to catch the starlight, neither of them seeming to be exerting their full strength.

“Meng Feiyuan has not yet found Qingguangzi’s whereabouts, so he has not been able to exert his full strength. However, in this situation, the enemy is in the dark while we are in the light, and we are bound to suffer losses.” Master Ren saw this clearly. Seeing the fellow Daoists on Lin Yan’s face, he said, “There are many experts in Shenjing, and there are quite a few fourth-rank martial artists. If Meng Feiyuan fails, there will naturally be others who will draw their swords.”

“When Wusheng Luohan went to Lanruo Temple, no one drew their sword. Now that Qingguangzi is even more powerful than Wusheng Luohan, why would any martial artist draw his sword?” Wang Er sneered. “There is no Li Weizhen here, only Meng Feiyuan.”

(End of this chapter)