Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 169 He can read minds!
In the Dayan Palace, Jiang Ning'an sat beside Liu Qingmeng like a maid.

Watching Fang Can step forward, he suppressed the urge to speak, and finally waited for Fang Can to ask.

Faced with the question, the girl subconsciously smiled, then slowly restrained it.

"Master said to restrain myself, but since Fang Can asked me, I have to answer."

Thinking of this, the girl said politely: "Thank you for your concern, Junior Brother Fang. I have made great progress in martial arts in the past few days."

"Huh?" Fang Can subconsciously looked at the girl in confusion. Why did he feel that this answer was not like the style of the other party?

Just as he was about to continue asking, Liu Qingmeng interrupted him and said, "Alright, let's talk about the past later. How are your preparations for the game going?"

"Of course." Fang Can smiled confidently, "Senior Liu, just wait and see how I perform. But don't the champions get any other rewards?"

"Take your gun?" In Jiang Ning'an's resentful eyes, Liu Qingmeng noticed the spear behind Fang Can: "Why did you change to a weapon this time?"

"I'm a genius. I used to use my flesh and blood to stab people, which was so unrefined. I can use any weapon, but I'm more comfortable with spears."

Fang Can answered with a smile, which also reminded the people around him of the evaluation of the proficiency of various weapons in the previous Shenglong Ranking.

"And... I feel so relaxed." Seeing Fang Can's relaxed and carefree look when facing the fourth turn, the people at the scene didn't know how to comment.

Even the guys from Jiejian Mountain around had subtle looks in their eyes, thinking that their own leader was too easy to talk to.

Without being polite, Fang Can saw that there was a seat next to Liu Qingmeng and asked directly: "Senior, is this seat taken?"

"Originally there were some, but they said that disciples should not overstep their authority, so they all stood. You can sit if you want."

"Then I'd rather obey than be disrespectful." Fang Can smiled and walked directly to Liu Qingmeng's side and sat down obediently. Only then did he have the opportunity to observe the surrounding environment.

It was not until then that he had the opportunity to observe his surroundings. He looked around and unexpectedly saw a number of familiar faces.

The entire venue was divided into two areas in a semicircle. The royal family and officials sat in one area, while the major sects and schools sat in another area.

The most noteworthy sects are divided into four groups, namely, Diandao Sect, Jiejian Mountain, Taixuan Sect, and Tianshahun Sect. These four are all top sects with four-turn masters in charge.

Among them, the main focus of the Inverted Sect is to cultivate flesh and blood, and to practice by visualizing the friction of particles in the body to generate energy. They are all big guys.

Most of the people in Jiejian Mountain are female swordsmen. After ascending to the Heavenly Road, they place the light of their souls on the swords in their hands.

The Taixuan Sect is composed entirely of Taoists. They do not cultivate inheritance but only cultivate life. After one transformation, they can draw talismans, perform rituals, and slay ghosts and eliminate demons.

As for the last Tiansha Soul Sect, they are all dead ghosts. They tempered their flesh and blood when they shed their mortal bodies, and then sat in meditation when they were reincarnated, letting their souls devour their flesh and blood. When they fight, they look like ghosts that will linger.

In addition to these four major sects, almost all the warriors who could be contacted in the entire Dayan were invited.

Among these sects, Fang Can even saw the leader of the Tiger Demon Sect, Yang Duan, but the other party was looking at him with his eyes and nose, as if he didn't recognize Fang Can.

The first round of angel investment was given by Patriarch Yang. Now that the other party was unwilling to expose the truth, Fang Can didn't dare to step forward and talk to him.

In the area for the royal family and officials, in addition to Prince Qing and the princess, Fang Can also saw an old acquaintance, Mr. Yang.

However, the other party was wearing a golden armor and sitting cross-legged in an area close to the core. As if noticing Fang Can's gaze, Liu Qingmeng asked, "Why, do you know General Yang?"

"Yang... Old General? Senior Liu, do you know him?" Fang Can looked back in confusion. It was okay for a first-turn master to be recognized by a fourth-turn master, but could he be addressed with such respect?

"Of course, General Yang Qifeng, who is at the peak of the third level, leads a hundred thousand imperial guards. If the army charges, even I will have to temporarily avoid the sharp edge." Liu Qingmeng said calmly.

"Third turn...peak?" Fang Can turned around blankly and looked at the veteran.

He said no wonder, this old Deng looked like he was about to die, and his fists were terrifyingly heavy, it turned out that he was fighting monsters above his level.

The two of them did not avoid others when talking, so Old Yang knew that he was exposed. Facing Fang Can, he showed a simple smile on his face, which made Fang Can's fists stiffen.

"Do you know him?" Liu Qingmeng asked.

"You look so familiar with him. I thought he was just a turn-around. He's been beaten for more than half a month." Fang Can said speechlessly, but the content of his words made people around him look over.

"I'm talking about a turn. It's not like I haven't played it before. How can it be so outrageous?" Fang Can muttered to himself.

At this moment, the singing official outside the banquet shouted: "Master Luo Yanmo, the elder of the Fanyin Temple in the Western Buddhist Kingdom, has arrived..."

Following the shout, everyone looked towards the door and saw a senior monk in white robes slowly walking in on the stone steps illuminated by the sun.

The monk had a peaceful face, half-closed eyes, and a look of great compassion between his brows. In his left hand he held a string of ancient Buddhist beads. Although he was a monk, he had shoulder-length black hair, which gave him a sense of otherworldliness.

The other person walked slowly and calmly, his monk robe was spotless, as white as the snow in early winter. The moment everyone saw him, they felt as if the noise in their hearts had been purified.

The monk bowed with one hand and said calmly, "Amitabha, I, Luo Yanmo, greet all the donors."

"Something is wrong, there is something wrong with this monk." Sitting in his seat, Fang Can frowned.

When he saw this foreign monk, Fang Can felt peaceful in his heart. He felt that the guy in front of him had very pure eyes. He subconsciously believed that the guy in front of him was a good person and would never harm him.

But his subconscious mind immediately rejected it. Fang Can subconsciously felt that he had been put under a bewitching spell by the other party. After experiencing the Wang Peng incident, Fang Can became somewhat sensitive to this kind of thing.

"Senior Liu, am I being affected by an illusion?" Fang Can said subconsciously, "Why do I subconsciously feel that this guy is a good person?"

Not only him, many warriors at the scene noticed the difference in their hearts.

"This is the magical power of the Brahma Temple [telepathy]." Liu Qingmeng spoke lightly, which could be regarded as an answer to the people present.

"Buddhism requires monks not to tell lies, so how can we prove this? Naturally, we should reveal our attitude to all living beings."

“There are three levels of meditation in Zen Buddhism: seeing a mountain as a mountain, seeing a mountain as not a mountain, and seeing a mountain still being a mountain.”

"And the master has cultivated the Buddhist Zen telepathy to the third level of perfection, showing his superb state of mind."

“The first level of telepathy is to understand the minds of others.”

“You can feel other people’s emotions towards you, understand what they are thinking, and be free from worries.”

(End of this chapter)