One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 330 Chapter 331: Abandoning the Name and Bearing the Cloud
The world is quiet.

One cave, one world; one thought, one heaven and earth.

The cave was silent, and thoughts were extinguished like a lamp.

Zhao Fuyun stood there holding a lamp, breathing slightly. This breathing was not only due to physical fatigue, but also came from the high-load conversion of Dharma thoughts. The spells in the Dharma thoughts were opened and closed to be cast, and the casting of each spell was a decision made in an instant.

After intimidating the opponent with those last few moves, he used the Golden Slash Evil Technique combined with the Sword Weapon Technique to kill the opponent in one breath, almost without any delay. He would never let the opponent have any chance to breathe.

His spells were also continuous and very particular, from the first four spells of suppression, sealing and ban to the last one "destroy", it was a complete set. The first four spells were for control, while the last one "destroy" was the killing spell.

Moreover, that spell of "destroy" did not kill him completely, he used the sword and weapon tactics combined with the golden light to cut through his soul, and only then killed him completely.

Standing there, he took a deep breath, and spiritual energy seeped out from the nothingness and penetrated into his body with his breathing.

The mystery of the Taixu Wujie Sutra lies in that it transforms itself into nothingness, and within the nothingness there are countless spiritual mysteries.

It is just as the saying goes, nothing is the beginning of all things, and existence is the mother of all things.

There were countless spiritual auras in the void merging with his body.

The lamp in his hand was so hazy at this moment. He just stood there, and his whole body looked like a faint shadow, and even the light was unreal.

A bird flew up from the lamp and circled around him. Everything seemed unreal. When he emerged from that illusory state again, the golden bird fell back onto the lamp.

Zhao Fuyun opened his eyes, walked to the blind master, and took off his treasure bag. He looked down at him. There was a burnt spot between his eyebrows where his sword had pointed. There were no scars anywhere else.

He came to Zhao Ze again. His body had been burned to charcoal, but because the flames were burning from the inside out, his clothes were still intact. The treasure bag fell to the ground. He picked it up and put it away without looking at what was inside.

He turned and walked out of the cave, following the mountain road towards the top of the highest mountain. People kept flying out of the mountain and flying up the mountain. He did not deliberately hide his figure. When he stood at the highest point, he overlooked the city of Zhao and the State of Zhao.

He found that the area below the mountain was brightly lit, with lights on in every house. In the center of the city, Chengze was already engulfed in flames. He could see people on the street running around like ants startled from their nest.

Panicked like an ant.

The mountains surrounding the central Zhaocheng were also shining brightly. It was obvious that the cultivators on the mountains knew that something had happened, but the king was already dead, so these cultivators didn't know what to do, nor did they dare to do anything.

Zhao Fuyun looked at this scene. The place that was originally like a nightmare in his heart now felt strange. When the resentment in his heart dissipated, everything here had nothing to do with him anymore.

Looking at the lights all over the city and the burning mansion, he seemed to see his childhood turning to ashes.

He once heard someone say that as people grow up, they gradually begin to miss the past, while the process of human practice is to constantly discard the bad memories in life.

He felt that if one wanted to miss something, one should miss the good things, and if one wanted to give up something, one should give up the pain.

He stood there, and the firelight in the city in the darkness in his eyes had become hazy and vague, as if it had gone far away and became unreal.

He suddenly felt that when people go through things, every time they get rid of a piece of pain, it is like the process of a snake shedding its skin and turning into a dragon.

There are tribulations in cultivation, tribulations of heaven and earth, and tribulations of man. He felt that by returning here, he was overcoming the tribulations of man and ending his worldly resentment.

Some people saw him, but no one approached him. After all, his image of wearing an orange robe, with black hair that reached down to his waist, and walking barefoot on the ground had already been seen and remembered by others.

Suddenly, a cry of pain rang out in the city. It was a female voice, Zhao Yan's voice.

"Zhao Rang, you killed your father and your relatives. You are unworthy of being a son. You are a demon. Come out and kill me too. To save your reputation, if you kill me, no one in this world will ever accuse you of killing your father and your relatives. Come out."

Her voice was so loud that it echoed among the mountains throughout the State of Zhao.

Zhao Fuyun listened in silence. After a while, he spoke: "Have you heard that if the father is not a father, the son will not be a son. He is a father without manners and a husband without virtue. All the reasons are due to his evil thoughts. From today on, I will return my surname to you. If you want revenge, come now. I am here and you can see it."

As soon as Zhao Fuyun finished speaking, everyone with higher cultivation in the city saw him. Beside Zhao Yan, there were other people. They were all children of the Zhao family, including the younger brothers who grew up with him in the Zhao Mansion.

Before Zhao Fuyun passed away, they all cursed him and said they must avenge their father. The reason they knew Zhao Ze was dead was because the soul lamp in the ancestral hall had been extinguished, but they still didn't know where Zhao Ze died.

That's why they all vowed to avenge their parents.

But when Zhao Fuyun opened his mouth, they all fell silent. Zhao Yan wanted to speak again, but someone grabbed her hand and looked at her pleadingly.

She found that everyone else was also frightened and silent.

Someone nearby said, "Princess, that man is heartless and cruel. Please don't set us on fire again." Zhao Yan looked at everyone, and everyone looked at him. The fire around them was still burning, and the flames shot up into the sky, reflecting on everyone's faces, making them all red.

After a long while, a voice came from the void: "Haha!"

Zhao Yan only felt that his face was burning, and then they saw a golden light rising from the top of a distant mountain, as if it rushed into the starry sky and disappeared.

The news about Zhao State gradually spread. Suddenly, the whole Zhao nation became panicked and turbulent.

There were rumors that the demons from the nearby bottomless abyss were coming out to occupy Zhaocheng, and then there were rumors that the neighboring country was going to attack.

However, not long after, Princess Zhao Yan announced that Master Gushe of Miaotou Cave in Gushe Mountain was invited to be the state teacher of Zhao State, and the undercurrent of unrest slowly subsided.

The status of the Huang family in the city rose overnight.

In the back house of the Huang family, Huang Miaohua and her senior sister, who was also her cousin Chunyu Yan, were sitting there.

Huang Miaohua picked up the wine glass, stood up and pushed open the window, and said, "Cousin, you don't know how arrogant Zhao Fuyun was at that time. He said, if you want revenge, come here now. I'm here."

"No one in the Zhao family dared to answer." Huang Miaohua said vividly.

Chun Yuyan thought of the monk with a feminine face, and she couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect that he was also born here. It's a pity for the Zhao family."

"What a pity! Didn't Master say that the Zhao family was blind and Zhao Ze married her with malicious intent, but treated her like that in the end? You can't blame others for coming back for revenge." Huang Miaohua said.

"After all, it is a bad reputation for a son to kill his father." There was a cup of tea in front of Chunyu Yan.

"Is a good reputation as important as living long? As long as you live long enough and outlast those nagging people, no one will say anything anymore. I don't think he is wrong. However, he said that his surname is not Zhao anymore. So what is it? Or no surname at all? If he doesn't have a surname, then wouldn't he be a child without a surname?" Huang Miaohua's voice was like a string of cannonballs, and he asked questions one after another.

Chunyu Yan ignored her words and sat there, looking quiet and peaceful. She picked up the tea on the table and took a sip. After Huang Miaohua finished speaking, she asked, "Practice well and achieve golden elixir soon. Don't be left behind by your peers. Master said that she felt the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was flourishing, and some kind of restriction in the dark seemed to be fading."

"Then I must practice hard. I, Huang Miaohua, want to dominate the world and become the third most powerful female fairy in the world."

The two sisters were chatting in the house, talking about the future, Zhaocheng, cultivation and magic weapons.

After leaving Zhao State, Zhao Fuyun walked all the way back, but when he passed by Cangzhou Prefecture, he fell down.

There is a friend in this city. Her name is Zhuang Xinyan. When she was in Wuze County, her brother died there. She was weak at that time, and Zhao Fuyun was also weak. The two had some interactions.

Later, when he passed by there again, Zhuang Xinyan treated him to a banquet, but she did not mention the difficulties her family was facing at that time.

Zhao Fuyun was unable to help a family get out of the trough, but at that time he was impulsive and killed a prince.

There is no benefit, it is just arbitrary.

Because people always have the idea of being chivalrous and helping the weak, even though he was hunted down later, he had no regrets. Decades have passed, and he just happened to take a look when he passed by here.

But when he found the place according to his memory, he discovered that the words on the plaque of a mansion had changed.

He asked people nearby where the original owner of the mansion had gone. Young people didn't know, only people of a certain age knew and told him, "The Zhuang family fell into decline, and the former eldest daughter of the Zhuang family sold the mansion and the spiritual fields. As for where she went, no one knew."

Zhao Fuyun asked several questions before he learned from an old man who used to live in the manor that a prince had died here.

Not long after, Zhuang Xinyan sold her property and left quietly. The reason she gave for leaving was that she heard a call in her dream and she had to follow the instructions and find a new place to settle down.

So many years have passed, and no one knows where she went.

Zhao Fuyun left silently. He didn't know whether killing the prince would implicate her, but he thought that she was very sensitive to danger.

Zhao Fuyun remembered that she had the blood of a cat demon, so the calling and guidance she mentioned was not impossible.

Things in the world are unpredictable. In life, when you see wind, you have to ride the wind; when you encounter rain, you have to wade through it. Don't expect someone to hold an umbrella for you.

He no longer walked in the light, but walked on the ground with strength, from day to night.

Out of the city and into the wilderness.

The sky is full of stars, and there is a river ahead blocking the road. The stars in the sky are reflected on the river. There are ships on the river and small boats shuttle through it. The light from the ships is reflected in the waves and connected with the stars. In the distance, it seems as if there is another world.

(End of this chapter)