Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 395 Zhang Yuanzhu: Pray, everyone (4000)

"It's been a long time since I've heard any news about him."

The old man's aged face was filled with memories, and his eyes were brimming with sorrow.

Zhang Yuanzhu flipped his hand, and a jade slip stained with blood appeared in his palm.

Snapped!
The jade slip was placed on the wooden table and slowly pushed in front of the blue-robed elder.
“In the Demon Mountain, I spoke with him and gave him a moment of peace, in which he was given the book ‘The Crossing of the Kasaya of Maha’.”

"This is the jade slip that he personally inscribed."

The old man lowered his gaze, looking at the bloodstains on the jade slip, his body trembling slightly.

"My junior brother entered the Holy Enlightenment Temple with me. Although he had limited talent, he was also compassionate and wanted to save all living beings. After stopping at the Foundation Establishment stage, he went on a journey."

"I never expected that we would be heading to the Demon Land."

The old man in the blue robe sighed softly.

He stretched out his palm, grasped the jade slip, and poured his spiritual consciousness into it.

As time passed, the old man's sorrow deepened.

After an unknown amount of time, the old man put away the blood-stained jade slip, clasped his hands together, and stood up to pay his respects.

Sincere and solemn!
"Young friend, I am deeply grateful for your return of my belongings."

"This old monk has a word of advice for you."

The old man slowly raised his head and uttered each word carefully:
"Young friend, the weight of your karma is rarely seen throughout history. It must be a scheme orchestrated by the True Lord. Please leave immediately."

Zhang Yuanzhu picked up his teacup and took a sip:
"Thank you for your frank advice, senior. I will pay attention to it."

The old man in the blue robe gazed at the young man, nodded slightly, and slowly sat down.

"It was the old monk who spoke too much."

"In any case, I must repay the kindness of returning your belongings to my friend. Please speak frankly."

The young man's eyes were deep and unfathomable. He rubbed his fingers together in the teacup and spoke aloud:

"Senior, could you please go to Qingyangzhai for me? It doesn't need to be too close, just a hundred miles away is fine."

The old man in the blue robe stiffened slightly, his gaze fixed on the young man.

"What do you want to do?"

With a smile, Zhang Yuanzhu took out an array plate from his storage bag and handed it over.

The array plate was cyan in color, covered with array patterns, and engraved with dense runes, with strands of cyan light emanating from it.

"I've heard that Qingyangzhai has stunning scenery, and I long to visit it. If I have the chance, I'd love to see it for myself."

The old man took the array plate, examined it carefully, and frowned.
"A memory array?"

"No, that's not right, the array patterns are even more intricate."

"It's just a formation that transmits images across space."

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled, picked up his teacup, and took a small sip.

"Senior, would you be so kind as to set up an array for me?"

The old monk remained silent, gently stroking the array plate with his palm, his heart filled with some inner turmoil.

In recent years, Qingyangzhai has been gentle internally, but increasingly domineering externally, putting pressure on Buddhism. However, it is still one of the leaders of the righteous path.

"What are you hesitating about, senior? Do you think I would harm Qingyangzhai?"

"Or rather, what harm could I, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, possibly cause to Qingyangzhai?"

Zhang Yuanzhu finished the tea in his cup.

Snapped!
He put down his teacup and spoke directly:
"If you do not wish to go through that ordeal, return the array plate and I will go myself."

Although he was trapped in the Immortal City and could not leave at will, he still had other means to send the array plate out.

It's just a matter of making an extra preparation now.

The old man in the blue robe remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking:
"Qingyangzhai is only 100,000 miles away from the Immortal City. I'll go there."

"it is good."

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded.

He stretched out his hand, picked up the teapot, poured himself another cup of tea, and drank it.

While sipping tea, he asked:
"Senior, you have been in the city for many years. Do you know where the tailless black snake and the Spirit-Melting Flower exist?"

"A tailless venomous snake? A spirit-melting flower?"

The old monk's eyes were cloudy. He picked up a folding fan from the table and gently waved it.

"Both items are highly poisonous. I have never heard of them in the Immortal City, or rather, they are usually traded privately and not brought into the open."

After a pause, the old monk seemed to have thought of something, and took out a token from his sleeve, handing it over:

"There will be a private transaction in two days. You are welcome to go and take a look."

"I see."

Zhang Yuanzhu took the token, gazing at the character 'Spring' engraved on it, his eyes filled with contemplation.

After exchanging a few casual words, the young man got up to leave.

The old man in blue robes suddenly spoke to Fayan and Fading, who were standing to the side:
"Fellow practitioners, would you please stay and have a chat with this old monk?"

Zhang Yuanzhu paused slightly, glancing at the two women out of the corner of his eye, waiting for their response.

Fayan clasped his hands together and parted his red lips slightly:
"You're too kind, senior. My senior sister and I don't have anything to discuss with you."

As the words drifted by, he stood up and followed the young man outside.

For a moment, the teahouse fell silent, with only the sound of footsteps.

Kong Yu watched the three figures gradually disappear into the distance, the cloudiness in her eyes clearing, and with a thoughtful expression, she murmured:
"A reincarnation?"

The old man's voice contained uncertainty and doubt.

Finally, it all turned into a soft sigh, and the old figure slowly faded away, disappearing from the teahouse.

Outside the teahouse, the three used various methods to conceal their figures and auras, and quickly left the ruins.

They walk the streets, experiencing the hustle and bustle of the world.

Zhang Yuanzhu went to various shops, paying a price to hand over a square array plate, which the merchants then used to bury it at Qingyangzhai.

"Brother Dao, whatever you intend to do, the greater the commotion, the higher the chance of being detected."

Fa Yan followed beside the young man, looking at the stalls on both sides with a puzzled expression in his eyes.

The young man smiled slightly and casually handed over a cyan array plate:

What might be discovered?

The woman took the array plate, and Buddhist light shone from her fingertips as she explored it with all her might.

After a moment, Fa Yan shook his head:

"Nothing was found; it was just a normal image-recording formation."

Zhang Yuanzhu placed his palm on the long ruler and spoke:
"It's a memory formation!"

"Even if a Golden Core True Lord were to appear before me, it would still be true and not false."

The young man strode forward, walking towards a nearby stall, his gaze sweeping over it.

what!
His gaze lingered on a sparkling gemstone.

This gemstone is crystal clear, with sparkling starlight flowing within it, dazzling like a dream, and extremely beautiful.

"Dream quartz is quite rare."

Dreamy Stone is an extremely rare but not precious spiritual material. It is fragile and contains very little energy, but its appearance is absolutely stunning.

"Fellow Daoist has excellent eyesight. This stone is flawless and has always been a favorite of female cultivators. Would you like to buy it?"

A middle-aged man in a Taoist robe pointed at the gemstone and asked a question, his eyes filled with hope.

He acquired this piece of crystalline stone by chance and has never sold it.

In reality, this kind of gemstone is just for decoration; it's useless for refining weapons or casting arrays, and it's not cheap either.

Now, finally someone has come to inquire:
"price?"

"Three hundred high-grade spirit stones."

Zhang Yuanzhu did not hesitate and made the purchase immediately.

After the deal was struck, the young man led the two women away from the stall and forward along the street.

Fa Yan and Fa Dong looked at the dazzling gem in the young man's palm with a strange expression.
“Brother Dao, we have supported each other all the way, there is no need for such a generous gift.”

Zhang Yuanzhu paused slightly, glanced at Fa Yan with surprise, then smiled and remained silent.

He flipped his hand, put the gem away, and continued forward.

Afterwards, the three traveled through the immortal city, immersing themselves in the mortal world and witnessing all sorts of wondrous scenery. Until the bright moon set and the sun rose, a ray of dawn pierced the darkness.

Zhang Yuanzhu, Fayan, and Fading had just finished their visit, rented a cave dwelling, and began their cultivation, awaiting the opening of the secret realm.

The room was spacious and covered with patterns, with a spiritual aura that seemed to float in the air like clouds and mist.

Zhang Yuanzhu sat cross-legged in the center of the room, gently patting the bag at his waist.

call out!
A yellow shadow flashed by, and a dog demon the size of a calf appeared in front of the red shadow.

"Wang Wang~"

Big Yellow barked a few times, sounding a bit aggrieved, then tilted its head down and affectionately rubbed against the Daoist Master's robes.

Zhang Yuanzhu reached out and patted the dog's head, a hint of apology flashing in his eyes.

Since stepping into the Plains of Passing River, Da Huang has never left the pet pouch and has been cultivating ever since.

"Big Yellow, I need your help with something."

"Wang~"

With a low growl, the beast's body tensed.

"Please speak, Lord Dao. I will risk everything to not disappoint you."

Da Huang was shocked, and then felt happy from the inside out.

It was needed!

Zhang Yuanzhu looked serious as he raised his hand from the dog's head, revealing a blue array plate in his palm.

With his other hand, he took out a talisman containing a mysterious aura from his bosom and affixed it to the array plate.

In an instant, the energy belonging to the array plate was completely contained, without any leakage.

Extend your palm and place the array plate in front of Big Yellow:

“Dahuang, I’ve used the Guizang Talisman (Golden Elixir Talisman) to conceal this array plate, so even a Golden Elixir True Monarch would overlook it.”

"I need you to take this array plate, travel across ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains, and bury it beneath the gate of Qingyangzhai Mountain."

As the words drifted by, streaks of light flew out from the storage bag.

There were emerald green jade slips, talismans wreathed in lightning, and bottles of elixirs.

Zhang Yuanzhu pointed to the object floating in front of him:
"The jade slip contains the location of Qingyangzhai, the talisman I personally inscribed is capable of killing beings who have just entered the Ning Sha realm, and the jade bottle is full of healing pills."

"Even with so many methods, this trip is still dangerous. You must proceed with caution."

The net set up by the Golden Core True Lord tightened layer by layer, binding him along a fixed path.

And now.
Monks are not to be trusted!
The entire city's chamber of commerce is also untrustworthy!
Only Dahuang, whom I've known since childhood, grown up with, and stayed with to this day, can be entrusted with this responsibility.

"Lord Dao, Da Huang will definitely fulfill your mission. All enemies deserve to die."

The dog demon's sharp teeth were exposed, its ferocity tinged with murderous intent.

After a few words of conversation, it naturally sensed the pressure the Dao Lord was facing.

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled and patted the dog's head.

Then, he placed the spiritual items one by one into the storage bag under the fur on Big Yellow's neck.

"Put yourself first. If things don't work out, just come back alive."

"I, the Dao Master, still have many methods to defeat my opponents."

Once all the spiritual items were placed into the storage bag.

The young man flipped his palm, and a crystal-clear, exquisitely beautiful gem appeared in his hand.

Big Yellow stared fascinated at the gem in its owner's palm; it had loved such sparkling and bright things since it was a child.

Zhang Yuanzhu smiled, his five fingers gently holding the Dream Stone, and wisps of powder slipped off and drifted into the air.

After a few breaths, he spread his five fingers, revealing a crystal-clear bell.

The bell jingled melodiously as the palm gently swayed.

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his hand and placed the bell around the neck of the big yellow dog:
"Safe journey!"

In the next instant, the man and the dog had disappeared from the room.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Zhang Yuanzhu reappeared, sitting cross-legged on a futon.

His eyes were icy cold, like millennia-old ice, radiating a chilling killing intent. He muttered to himself:

"Pray, pray that I will never reach the Golden Core Realm in this lifetime, otherwise I will settle accounts with everyone."

The young man took out the meteorite and placed it on his abdomen. His double pupils closed, and strands of lightning burst forth from his abdomen, enhancing his cultivation.

As time passed, the thunder gradually dimmed, and the entire room fell into darkness.

A whisper came from the darkness.

"The world is filthy and disgusting!"

Time flies like water, and two days have passed in the blink of an eye.

The night was deep, and a gentle breeze was blowing.

A figure shrouded in mist and wearing a blue phoenix mask stood in front of a pavilion.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked up at the plaque above the pavilion, where the three characters "Yingchunlou" came into view.

'Was this chosen location for a private transaction?'

The young man whispered to himself as he stepped into the attic.

boom!
Light gauze fluttered, the scent of rouge filled the air, and the sounds of women laughing and joking reached our ears.

Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly as he scanned the surroundings.

The world is enchanting, and beautiful women abound.

There were beautiful and charming women, dressed in red gauze, dancing gracefully.

There was also a woman with a cold expression, standing on the upper floor, looking down at the guests who kept coming in.

You can find women of all kinds here: young girls, beautiful women, passionate and unrestrained women, cold and aloof women, and female Taoist priests.

'Just as I imagined, this is the place.'

Zhang Yuanzhu looked helpless as he strode forward, passing one beautiful figure after another.

"Young master, what brings you here? I'd like to make some arrangements."

Amidst a soft, delicate voice, a scantily clad, beautiful woman quickly approached the young man, her face flushed with shyness.

Zhang Yuanzhu did not hesitate and directly took out the token given to him by Kong Yu:
"Lead the way!"

In an instant, the beautiful woman's smile vanished, replaced by calm, and she whispered:
"So you're an important figure participating in the transaction. Please follow me, senior."

The woman turned and walked towards the stairs.

Zhang Yuanzhu followed closely behind, climbing the steps.

The two walked upwards, passing one beautiful woman after another, and entered the ninth-floor pavilion.

A scantily clad, beautiful woman walked ahead, her swaying movements exuding a strange allure.

tower!
The woman stopped in front of a bronze door, her red lips bright red:

"This is the place for private transactions. You may go in, senior."

Turning around and walking away, her voice became soft and charming as she passed the young man:

"After the trade fair, you may freely choose any lady to spend the night with in Yingchun Pavilion."

Zhang Yuanzhu glanced at the woman indifferently before stepping into the bronze door.

Extend your palm and exert force.

Crunch!

The door opened, and I stepped inside.

The room's environment came into view.

The candlelight flickered, casting a dim glow. A long bronze table stood in the center, with twelve bronze thrones arranged on either side.

Ancient and weathered, bearing the marks of time.

Eight figures were already seated on the bronze throne, each one blurry and indistinct, using various means to conceal their identities.

At this moment, as the young man arrived, all eyes turned to him.

Zhang Yuanzhu's face beneath the mask was calm and expressionless.

Ignoring the various gazes, he walked to the bronze throne at the back and slowly sat down.

He raised his hands, rested his chin on them, and scanned the cultivators.

(End of this chapter)