I, the wanderer of the universe, love making friends

Chapter 168 This is the Ruyi Golden Cudgel

As we all know, Cihang Jingzhai is a very special place.

They hold a very respected position in the martial arts world and are the leaders of the white sect. All the righteous sects respect their orders, but those who know where Jingzhai is are unwilling to reveal anything about this sect.

It is said that the Taoist's number one master, San Zhenren Ning Daoqi, once visited Jingzhai to discuss martial arts with the abbot. However, the abbot allowed him to read the abbot's treasured book, the Cihang Sword Canon. Before Ning Qiqi had finished reading, he vomited blood and was injured, so he retreated.

However, this rumor is probably exaggerated. The Sword Canon was created by Dini specifically for women to cultivate the way of heaven through swordsmanship. It is mysterious and unfathomable, so it would be dangerous for masculine men to read it.

If a man wants to master this style of swordsmanship, he would probably have to castrate himself.

Although all the disciples of Jingzhai are women, not all of them are nuns. Many of them are kind-hearted people who practice Buddhism with their hair uncut.

Whenever the Central Plains was in chaos, he would send out his disciples to search for the true emperor and restore order to the world.

When the demon sects and evil spirits fight for the secret of immortality and the evil emperor's relics, Cihang Jingzhai will also come out to check and balance and save the world.

As for their stance, it doesn’t matter at all to Shen Lang.

As long as it's female and pretty, that's fine.

The pretty nun said politely, "Please go back, benefactor. We do not accept male pilgrims here. Please forgive me."

Seeing her so polite, Shen Lang did not rush to attack her, and asked politely: "Excuse me, is the host abbess Fan Qinghui?"

The pretty nun hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's right."

But I am curious about Shen Lang's origins.

Because not many people know about Cihang Jingzhai.

Not many people know the master of this fast, Fan Qinghui.

Shen Lang smiled slightly, "I have come here specially to visit the host, please let me know."

"This nunnery does not accept incense or see guests. If you don't have a name card as the owner, you can leave your name card first and I will inform you." The nun said seriously.

Shen Lang asked, "What if I really want to see you?"

The little nun's brows suddenly showed displeasure, she felt that although the young man looked handsome, he was very rude.

But she still clasped her hands together and said, "Please go back, benefactor. I will definitely inform you. May I ask why you are here?"

Shen Lang pulled out an item. "Little Nun, this is a life-releasing device I developed. I heard that Cihang Jingzhai is the leader of the white path, and is considered one of the two sacred places in the martial arts world, along with the Pure Mind Zen Sect. They also have many branches, such as Kongshan Yinan and Shangzhi Monastery. So I came here specifically to promote this device to the owner of the Nun, so that it can benefit the people."

The pretty nun was stunned. "Merit, infinite life-releasing potential? What is that?"

I didn't understand this word for a moment.

"This is no ordinary item! It's a treasure specially used to accumulate merit!"

Shen Lang explained solemnly, his eyes gleaming with sincerity. "May I ask, Little Nun, can releasing animals save those suffering? Can it help me accumulate abundant blessings and immeasurable merits?"

Hearing this, the pretty nun nodded subconsciously and replied, "That's right. All things in the world have spirituality, and God also has the virtue of loving life. If people can treat all living things with compassion, it can naturally be considered an act of immeasurable merit. However... I don't know what this thing has to do with releasing animals?"

Shen Lang smiled slightly, then pointed his finger at the magical life-releasing machine.

He explained, "After careful consideration, I realized that if fishermen had to fish every day and then have many believers buy the fish and release them, the whole process would be too complicated and tedious. Therefore, I came up with this method to simplify the process."

As he spoke, he took out a few lively fresh fish and skillfully tied them tightly to the release machine.

She continued, "Look, little nun, if I gently turn this handle over here, it means a fish has been successfully 'fished' out. If I turn this handle again, it means the fish has been freed and returned to the rivers, lakes, and seas."

Shen Lang gripped the handle tightly with both hands and began to shake it vigorously.

As he shook it, he explained, "As long as we keep turning this handle like I do, it will save us a lot of time and energy, and we can quickly accumulate merit!"

The pretty nun who was standing by and watching was stunned after seeing this operation.

Her originally fair and rosy face instantly turned bloodless and as pale as paper.

Her eyes widened and her lips trembled slightly.

He started to argue, "This is absolutely ridiculous! This isn't a release machine at all, it's a sin machine, torturing these fish for fun. It's not release at all. Releasing animals should be done with a sincere heart to do good deeds and accumulate virtue. How can you rely on these unorthodox methods to achieve your goal?"

Shen Lang waved his hand dismissively and retorted, "Master, you're wrong. How can this be considered unorthodox? I'm doing this so that my followers have more time to do other things. Isn't that a good deed?"

Hearing Shen Lang's unreasonable arguments, the pretty nun's pretty face turned red in an instant, like a ripe apple, and her anger was beyond words.

However, due to excessive anger, she was speechless for a moment, as if her throat was blocked by something and she couldn't utter a word.

It took a long time before the pretty nun finally caught her breath.

She raised her jade hand, pointed at Shen Lang tremblingly, and glared at him.

He shouted, "You are simply unreasonable and hopeless! Merit is a supreme, all-encompassing wisdom. It represents the lofty state of liberation and freedom achieved after the soul has gone through hardships. How can it be achieved through strange techniques?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Lang couldn't help but frown. "Hmph, how rude of you, little nun! Quickly invite your host out to have a good debate with me. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless and barging in to confront her face to face!"

Before he finished speaking, Shen Lang suddenly stretched out his right index finger, and a powerful energy suddenly gushed out, rushing away like lightning.

Only a soft "whoosh" sound was heard.

The pretty nun looked closely and saw a deep hole on the tall and majestic archway next to her.

Seeing this scene, her face turned pale as paper in an instant, and her eyes were full of horror and disbelief.

Without time to think, he quickly turned around and ran towards the mountain, shouting: "My fellow sisters, uncles, and uncles, something terrible has happened! The bad guys are here to attack us!"

Shen Lang slowly put the boundless merit into his pocket, then took a leisurely step and walked slowly towards the mountain.

However, he had only taken a few steps when a large group of graceful women suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

Among these women, some are nuns wearing plain clothes and shaved heads; others are women with long hair who practice Buddhism here.

But without exception, each of their pretty faces was covered with a layer of frost, and their hands were tightly grasped with sharp blades that gleamed with cold light, making them look murderous.

The little nun just now walked out quickly from the crowd and stood in front of everyone.

She pointed at Shen Lang and said indignantly, "My dear senior brothers and sisters, this is the man! He created something called the Infinite Merit Machine and even boasted that he would attack our Jingzhai!"

At this moment, the thirty-something woman standing in the front row glared at Shen Lang fiercely with a glare like lightning, and shouted coldly, "Who are you? Which sect are you from? Tell me your name quickly and truthfully!"

Shen Lang did not show any panic in the face of such a situation.

Instead, he smiled slightly and politely bowed, saying, "I am Shen Lang, just a wanderer in this vast world. I have taken the liberty of visiting your place in order to discuss with you the promotion of this Infinite Merit Opportunity."

Then, raising his voice slightly, he continued, "I would like to ask the Master to come forward so that we can discuss this matter together. If you are unwilling to do so, then I will be forced to come to Jingzhai. If I have offended you, I hope you will forgive me."

Hearing Shen Lang's words, the woman's eyebrows immediately rose and she angrily shouted, "What an arrogant fellow! How dare you threaten to attack our Jingzhai? You simply don't know your place! All disciples, listen to my orders!"

The female disciples beside them responded in unison: "Yes!"

All you could hear was the continuous sound of swishing swords and the dazzling flash of knives.

For a moment, the atmosphere was extremely tense and a fierce battle was about to break out.

Suddenly, a calm female voice was heard, "Since we have distinguished guests, we must not be rude." The disciples hurriedly put down their weapons and said respectfully, "Yes."

Then, a pretty nun wearing a gray cotton robe, who looked nothing special at first glance, walked out slowly from behind the crowd and looked at Shen Lang silently with a calm expression.

This nun looks to be around thirty years old.

Her face is plain and simple, yet she looks like she has seen all the worldliness. She has a feeling of vicissitudes of life that nothing can and will ever move her. She has a feeling of vicissitudes of life that nothing can and will ever move her.

Although her black hair was gone from her bald head, her face was even clearer, with beautiful contours like the undulating mountains and rivers, making people forget the mundane world. It seemed that thinking about worldly things outside the mountains would be a great disrespect to her.

Shen Lang bowed respectfully and asked, "May I ask who you are, Master?"

The nun stopped, clasped her hands together, bowed slightly to the other party, and said softly, "I am Fan Qinghui, a poor nun."

A faint smile appeared on Shen Lang's face. He clasped his fists and returned the greeting, saying, "So it's Master Fanzhai. Shen Lang greets you."

Fan Qinghui nodded gently and murmured the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

Then, she raised her head and looked at Shen Lang, her eyes clear and calm, and said slowly: "Mr. Shen, please follow me!"

Although the disciples around were puzzled and completely confused by what was happening before their eyes, no one dared to step forward to stop it.

He could only watch Fan Qinghui lead Shen Lang forward.

Everyone followed closely behind, as if afraid of getting lost.

Along the way, Fan Qinghui and Shen Lang passed through seven wooden doors one after another.

These wooden doors are simple and elegant in shape, and are all engraved with exquisite lotus patterns as door knockers, which look unique.

When the two finally arrived at the last door, Shen Lang discovered that this door was actually a bright maroon main door.

After pushing open the main door, the first thing that comes into view is an extremely spacious square.

The square is paved with bluestone slabs, as smooth as a mirror. At the end of the square stands a magnificent hall - the main hall of Cihang Jingzhai, the "Cihang Hall".

Fan Qinghui led Shen Lang into the reception room and asked someone to serve him fragrant tea.

After everything was arranged, she sat down again, her eyes quietly fixed on Shen Lang.

She asked calmly, "I wonder if Master Shen has come here to discuss the so-called infinite merits and virtues with me, or if there is something else important you want to share?"

Shen Lang smiled and responded, "Master, it seems you know me quite well."

"Since Jingzhai was founded by its ancestor, Dini, it has been stipulated that those who practice the sword art must enter the secular world to cultivate for three years. Since then, we have been drawn into the turbulent affairs of the mortal world, so naturally we have come to know some things."

Fan Qinghui said calmly, "Young Master Shen resolved a duel between Ouyang Xiyi and a foreign expert in Dongping County, and also struck down Yuwen Wudi. I know a few things about this, but I still don't know why Young Master came here."

"May I ask what Master thinks of the current world situation?" Shen Lang suddenly asked.

Fan Qinghui pondered for a moment and said, "The world is in chaos now, with rebel armies rising up everywhere. The people are suffering. We must end the war as soon as possible so that the people can live and work in peace."

Then he asked again, "Could it be that you came here for the sake of the people of the world?"

"Indeed." Shen Lang nodded without hesitation. "Right now, the world is full of wars. All the capable people want to conquer the world and become emperor. It is said that if you can get one of the Heshi Jade Bi and Yang Gong's treasure, you can pacify the world. I have learned the whereabouts of Yang Gong's treasure. Now I just need the Heshi Jade Bi."

"Oh?" Fan Qinghui cast her gaze towards him and said softly, "Young Master, do you also want to fight for the world?"

Shen Lang said, "The world is divided and the people are displaced. It's time to put an end to this conflict. Although I don't want to brag, I have the confidence to end this situation."

"Young Master, you seem quite confident." Fan Qinghui looked at him again and said softly, "Excuse me, Young Master, what are the similarities between Ying Zheng and Yang Jian?"

"They are all men, have been emperors, and are dead." Shen Lang said.

Fan Qinghui didn't scold him, but said slowly, "Young Master, you're joking. They were all emperors who reunited fragmented territories. Coincidentally, they all reigned for two generations. This shows that although they had the 'ambition' to unify China, they either lacked the 'talent' or the 'efficiency' to achieve it."

Shen Lang said modestly, "Please enlighten me, Master."

Fan Qinghui's eyes lit up with wisdom as he said, "The ambition of the world refers to the ambition and strength to unify and govern the world. The talent of the world refers to the ability to govern the world. The effect of the world refers to the effect of governing the world."

"The Qin Emperor had the ambition to rule the world, but after unifying the six kingdoms, he failed to practice benevolence and seek peace, and instead resorted to repression against the people, which backfired."

"After Yang Jian ascended the throne, he overcame all odds and ushered in the prosperous Kaihuang Reign. He also gradually pacified the south. He was a man of great talent and strategy. At the time, the only person in the world who could rival him was Song Que. However, Song Que's arrogance led him to retreat to Lingnan and accept his title. The Yang and Sui dynasties had great potential, but unfortunately they were defeated by Yang Guang. What can be done about it?"

Shen Lang nodded slightly, expressing his agreement. "So, the wise leader chosen by Cihang Jingzhai must not only harbor the ambition to unify the world, but also possess the ability to govern it, and have a high probability of ultimately achieving the goal of unifying the world?"

Fan Qinghui sighed softly and slowly replied, "How can we possibly be qualified to choose the future wise ruler? We simply hope to make a contribution to the suffering people, to offer support and encouragement with our meager strength, and to bring an early end to this chaotic world of disintegration and war."

Shen Lang continued confidently, "Although I wouldn't dare to be arrogant or boastful, I do possess all the qualities that the master just described. That's why I've come here specifically to seek the legendary Heshi Bi."

As he walked along, all he saw were the tragic scenes left by the war.

Towns and villages were reduced to ruins, fields were deserted, and displaced people with their families could be seen on both sides of the road.

Their faces were filled with fatigue and despair, and their eyes revealed an extreme desire for peace and a stable life.

But he knew his own business. If he became emperor, he would only be a licentious and immoral emperor.

Fan Qinghui smiled faintly and said softly, "Even someone as talented as you shouldn't pin all your hopes on the Heshi Bi. Even if you hold the Heshi Bi and shout loudly, it's impossible to make thousands of people submit immediately and wholeheartedly, thus achieving the unification of the world."

Shen Lang sighed, "Master Zhai is indeed compassionate and far-sighted. In this case, I will no longer be obsessed with the Heshi Bi. However, I would like to ask for another treasure from Jingzhai, and I hope Master Zhai will agree."

Fan Qinghui asked softly, "I wonder what Master Shen wants?"

"I beg to marry the master's disciple, the Saint of Jingzhai and the only successor, Miss Shi Feixuan."

Shen Lang took out the Infinite Merit Machine and said, "This is my betrothal gift. It has magical effects and can help believers quickly accumulate merit. If it is placed in the major temples and monasteries in the world, it will surely attract many devout believers and make the incense flourish."

When Fan Qinghui heard this, his expression changed slightly.

He stared at the infinite merit machine in Shen Lang's hand, secretly surprised.

She really didn't expect that someone would come to marry her favorite disciple with such a strange object as a betrothal gift.

What's more, this so-called infinite merit sounds too incredible.

Just as Fan Qinghui was stunned, Shen Lang smiled slightly, reached into his arms again, and took out another thing.

This time, a stick that was completely golden appeared.

Shen Lang held the staff in his hand and showed it to Fan Qinghui, saying, "Master, please look at this. This is another of my treasures. It's called the Ruyi Golden Cudgel. Although it can't grow or shrink as the legend says, it has its own unique features. It's compact and easy to carry, and it contains powerful spiritual power."

At this moment, Fan Qinghui, who had always maintained a calm expression, finally began to be moved.

Her brows, as beautiful as distant mountains, furrowed slightly, her eyes fixed on the Ruyi Jingu Bang in Shen Lang's hand, and she asked in a deep voice, "Sir, what exactly is the meaning of this action?"

Facing Fan Qinghui's questioning, Shen Lang explained sincerely, "Master, please don't misunderstand me. I have long admired Miss Shi Feixuan. Today, I have specially prepared these treasures and come here with sincerity to propose marriage. I hope that Master will grant my wish, so that my journey from a thousand miles away will be worthwhile!"

After saying that, Shen Lang bowed deeply, his eyes full of expectation and sincerity.

Fan Qinghui said coldly, "Could it be that you are here to tease me, young master?"

"Hey, Master, how could you misunderstand me like that?" Shen Lang waved his hands hurriedly. "I just thought that since you've been alone for so long, you must have some needs. That's why I offer you this treasure. I hope you will accept it."

(End of this chapter)