Mang Shusheng's Ink Painting Practice

Chapter 163 The Demon-Conquering Taoist Sect
Everyone in Jinya Village has suffered a great loss this time.

They hadn't expected that the 'Ghost Seer', a name with a high resemblance rate in the martial arts world, would really be a ghost this time. He would start fighting as soon as they disagreed with him, and he wouldn't let anyone go...

The key is that no one has died yet, it's just to make sure everyone has some aftereffects.

Even if someone has lost their limbs, they will still have difficulty in moving. It's okay for them to do some physical work, but they will definitely not be able to engage in murder and robbery.

Those who were hit on the forehead would be in even worse shape. Because of Zhao Yifu's understanding of medical principles, it was estimated that they would all suffer from hidden diseases such as migraines in the future.

It turns out there's no such thing as a wrong nickname...

Liang Zhongzhi said, "Your method is a bit too cruel."

Zhao Yi Fu shook his head and said nothing. He didn't kill anyone.

Wu Zhong sighed and lamented beside him.

This loyal servant really felt sorry for the situation. Originally, after the young master had crippled someone like this, it should have been his turn to reap the rewards. Unfortunately, the young master didn't allow him to kill anyone now...

This person must have some special hobbies.

Liang Zhongzhi didn't say anything more because he realized that Zhao Yifu didn't kill him and had left a bottom line.

They continued north.

However, everything became strange after entering the southwest province of Beijing.

The originally orderly order in Daxu was shattered here. They had just turned a hill and encountered another group of bandits, who also had calls that sounded either loud or vulgar.

Liang Zhongzhi, with great humor, once again promoted the two people's names: Crazy Taoist and Ghost-Seeing Man.

Zhao Yifu was very worried. He regretted following his master out. Who knew that his master would be so noisy when he was away from home?

All he could do was to vent his hatred on these blind guys.

Lingxu's finger snapping has now become his specialty.

However, what made him speechless was that it seemed that his master also started playing with Lingxu's finger snapping technique.

However, unlike his finger snaps that could accurately achieve the target, the stones shot out by his master seemed to be infused with some fire spiritual power.

The landing point of the stone is usually not very accurate, but when it reaches the same place, a large ball of fire will suddenly explode, igniting all targets within a five-meter range.

“Hahaha, funny.”

Liang Zhongzhi was immersed in the role, looking crazy.

Zhao Yifu saw that several people were burned over there, and he was too embarrassed to go and fix it. He could only follow suit and inject cold and yin energy into a stone, then throw it over to put out the fire for them.

Well, putting out a fire is easy.

But after putting out the fire, these people didn't feel any pain from the burning. Instead, they all shuddered suddenly, as if a coldness had entered their bodies...

Liang Zhongzhi looked at his apprentice speechlessly again and said, "You have damaged their yang energy. I'm afraid they will suffer from this."

Zhao Yifu said disapprovingly, "It's just a serious illness at best. If you cultivate yourself and do good deeds, you'll be able to recover."

Liang Zhongzhi was speechless. "You want these bandits, whose bodies have long been hollowed out by alcohol and sex, to do good deeds and recuperate? I think they will not only get seriously ill, but will also attract some unclean things..."

Zhao Yifu said, "That's their own fault."

"What's more, we, the master and the disciple, were just following our own path, and they were the ones who were blocking the way."

Liang Zhongzhi frowned and thought that although Zhao Yifu's style of handling the matter was a bit cruel, he chose to accept it after all since he was his apprentice.

However, he changed the subject and began to talk about the current situation in southwest Beijing.

"Because this southwestern province of Beijing is where the northern and southern forces clash, many powerful figures in the martial arts world gather here, treating it as a grand stage."

"If you make a name for yourself here, you'll have a great reputation outside."

Zhao Yifu said curiously, "If a martial artist breaks the law by using chivalry, or a chivalrous artist breaks the law by using martial arts, then the Lu Jinglüe here won't do anything about it?"

"Why did I hear that the southwest of Beijing was able to maintain stability under Lu Jinglüe's rule?"

Liang Zhongzhi sneered and said, "Lu Zhao? He's just a villain who keeps the enemy at bay."

"Why do you think there is such a mess here?"

"Isn't this Lu Zhao's deliberate manipulation of the situation? He made the court think that the situation here is chaotic and that he must be the one to suppress it in order to maintain the court's rule."

Zhao Yifu asked in surprise: "What about the output?"

"The southwest of Beijing is so vast, and so many people have to farm to support the border troops stationed there, right?"

Liang Zhongzhi said, "Lu Zhao wouldn't care about this. He could even use this as an excuse to demand huge military funds from the court every year... It can be said that the military in the southwest province of Beijing definitely has the largest military budget quota, and since he alone takes up so much military funds, other places can only cut back."

Zhao Yifu suddenly realized, "Then this Lu Zhao is truly despicable. How about I just assassinate him? Teacher Zhou is also coming to the southwest of Beijing to take up his post. Killing him will give Teacher Zhou some peace of mind."

Liang Zhongzhi said unhappily, "He is, after all, an official appointed by the imperial court, blessed with the dynasty's luck. If cultivators like me were to kill such a person without authorization, we would probably suffer the backlash of the dynasty's luck."

Zhao Yifu frowned and said, "So what if there's a backlash? A gentleman should do what he can."

This time Liang Zhongzhi cursed directly: "What a bullshit!"

"So assassination in secret is a gentleman's behavior?"

Zhao Yifu saw that his master was angry, so he quickly lowered his head and said, "Master, you are right."

In fact, he was complaining in his heart: Can't we just kill him openly?

As the master and disciple were chatting, it got dark.

Then both of them felt something and frowned...

Liang Zhongzhi was surprised and asked, "Why are there so many wandering ghosts gathering here?"

Zhao Yifu thought for a moment and understood. "It must be that my disciple is carrying the 'Netherworld Messenger Order' with him. They want to go to the underworld and be reborn."

As he spoke, he took out the token and injected true energy into it... The next moment, the passage to the underworld was opened.

It is good to have this token. He only needs to inject a certain amount of true energy and no longer needs to consume yang and spiritual energy.

The Ghost Gate is looming in the fog, and the dead souls appear in waves, and then walk into the Ghost Gate in waves.

Liang Zhongzhi asked, "How could there be so many wandering ghosts here?"

Zhao Yifu said, "Yes, it's always like this in turbulent places."

"Most of them died in vain, lingering in the world unwilling to enter the underworld. As a result, they become wandering ghosts, unable to go anywhere they want."

"Now that the gates of hell are open, those who can enter are those who have stayed in the mortal world for too long and have burned away enough resentment and hatred that they are willing to go back."

"Those who still hold grudges and hatreds are probably still wandering in some desolate mountains and wilderness, seeking opportunities for revenge and fulfillment of their vows." He has recently gained a lot of experience in studying the underworld.

Liang Zhongzhi was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "Jun Xin, I wouldn't blame you if you killed those people during the day."

Zhao Yifu laughed and let it go.

However, at this moment, perhaps because the noise of the Ghost Gate opening was too loud, they attracted other cultivators nearby...

This person looked like a monk, with a fat head and big ears. He walked out of the dark jungle and saw Zhao Yifu and Liang Zhongzhi. He chanted the Buddha's name one by one: "Amitabha, it turns out that you are two underworld messengers here to guide the souls of the dead. I am honored to meet you."

Liang Zhongzhi frowned and was about to explain his identity.

Zhao Yifu raised his eyebrows and said, "This is my master, the Crazy Taoist. I'm worried about seeing ghosts. What's the monk's name?"

The monk-like figure was somewhat surprised to hear this. He said, "I am the Heart Torch of the Giant Buddha Temple. I never thought that these two donors could actually act on behalf of the Underworld Envoy."

It wasn't surprising that the monk Xinju discovered in just one sentence that they were all human beings and not ghost messengers.

Zhao Yifu said implicitly, "It was only recently that I finally received the recognition of the Impermanence God. All my years of hard work have finally paid off."

Liang Zhongzhi was speechless. How could his disciple be so evil? He even deceived a monk.

But is Zhao Yifu a liar?
That's not happening. Which of his words was a lie?

Moreover, if you tell lies in front of such a high-level monk, you will probably be exposed on the spot, but the monk generally won't expose you.

So every word Zhao Yifu said was true, but when put together, it made people think he came from a sect that worshipped the God of Impermanence...

Monk Xinju smiled and said, "I see. I never thought there was such a miraculous inheritance in this world."

Liang Zhongzhi held back his words, but secretly told himself that the Danqing Sect's inheritance was indeed magical and strange.

Zhao Yifu asked, "Master Xinju, are you practicing in the southwest of Beijing?"

Monk Xinju shook his head and said, "No, I was originally traveling in the Southern Dynasty, but I received important news and planned to go north to see the excitement."

This time, even Liang Zhongzhi became interested. He asked, "What kind of excitement could attract a great monk like the Master to go there?"

Monk Xinju felt that the elder man's words were very pleasant to the ears and were as polite as a modest gentleman.

He said, "By now, word has spread throughout the cultivation world that the Three Sects Exchange Conference of the Chunyang Sect will be held on Difei Mountain in Tianyuan Prefecture. This is a grand event rarely seen in the cultivation world in hundreds of years."

Zhao Yifu and Liang Zhongzhi looked at each other and both had a bad feeling.

Because their three-line exchange conference should have been the Chunyang Sect's own affairs, but now it has become known to the whole world, it is really not good.

After all, a big tree attracts the wind. The more powerful the Chunyang Sect is, the more trouble it will probably cause.

Liang Zhongzhi suddenly pressed Zhao Yifu's shoulder, meaning that he should ask the next question.

This man had previously acted like a modest gentleman, but after hearing about the affairs of the Chunyang Sect, he revealed a disdainful smile: "They have a wealthy family and a great business, what does it have to do with me?"

This smile was frivolous and even a little crazy, but combined with his previous politeness, it made people feel as if he had suffered a loss at the hands of the people from Chunyang Sect.

There is no doubt that he completely accepted the identity of this "mad Taoist" just to make it easier to gather information.

Monk Xinju glanced at Liang Zhongzhi with suspicion, confirming that he indeed had that 'madness' about him. He then chanted a Buddhist name and said, "If this is really just a Three Veins Conference, then for cultivators like us, it would be a very beneficial event if we could listen to the three veins' discussion, but it wouldn't be considered a grand event."

"The real excitement is that the Demon Subduing Sect has for some reason clashed with the Pure Yang Sect. They've already threatened to personally visit Difei Mountain during the Three Sects Conference and consult with the various sects of the Pure Yang Sect to determine whether the Demon Subduing Sect's Martial Saint inheritance is more powerful, or the Pure Yang inheritance is superior."

Monk Xinju burst out laughing at this point and said, "This matter has become a big deal, but fellow Taoists in the cultivation world are all confused about it."

"After all, the Chunyang Grand Sect is the orthodox lineage of the mainstream Golden Core Great Dao, and the Demon Subduing Dao Sect is actually the 'Demon Subduing Sword Sect,' a fighting sect that focuses on the sword path and uses martial arts to achieve enlightenment."

"These two things are completely unrelated."

Zhao Yifu was stunned after hearing this. He stood obediently by the side and didn't dare to make a sound.

Liang Zhongzhi suddenly remembered something and glanced at Zhao Yifu's sleeve thoughtfully.

There seemed to be no doubt about what was going on; it must have been someone's fault.

It seems that these two bosses have a big disagreement on how to educate this disciple.

Liang Zhongzhi pondered deeply.

He suddenly clapped his hands and laughed: "Excellent, wonderful, wonderful."

"This kind of battle between major sects is truly wonderful. If I am lucky enough to witness it in my lifetime, my life will be worthwhile."

Then he suddenly stopped laughing and politely said to Monk Xinju, "Thank you, Master, for telling me this good news. I originally wanted to travel more in the southwest of Beijing with my disciple, but now it seems we have to head north."

Upon hearing this, Monk Xinju became very worried about the mental state of this 'mad Taoist'... He wondered, could this kind of inheritance related to the underworld make people crazy?

Thinking of this, he didn't want to stay any longer, so he said, "You two are going north too? That's really wonderful."

"But the monk has his own path, and you two have your own paths. The monk's path hasn't been completed yet, so he's leaving now."

Liang Zhongzhi bowed politely and said, "Farewell, Master."

Zhao Yifu quickly followed suit and bowed.

Monk Xinju was a little surprised. He didn't expect that these two people were so straightforward and there was no sticky feeling at all.

When his mood improved a little, he said, "Goodbye, you two don't need to see me off."

As he spoke, he moved away from the two of them and strode forward until he disappeared into the night.

Zhao Yifu asked curiously, "Master, what is the origin of the Giant Buddha Temple?"

Liang Zhongzhi said, "That is a secluded Buddhist temple in the Shu Mountains. It is not a secluded place. They often open their doors to receive pilgrims, and there are also travelers who come down from the mountain to travel around the world."

"That Heart Torch must be the wanderer who came down the mountain from the Giant Buddha Temple."

Zhao Yifu nodded and said, "This master has a bold and unrestrained character, and seems like a chivalrous hero. I didn't expect he was actually a monk."

Liang Zhongzhi looked at Zhao Yifu strangely, always feeling that his apprentice had a deep misunderstanding of the monk.

However, he didn't want to dwell on the monk's affairs. He just looked at Zhao Yifu dimly and said, "Jun Xin, it seems you've caused trouble for the entire Chunyang Sect."

Zhao Yifu asked nervously, "Then what should I do?"

Liang Zhongzhi looked around, then whispered, "No one else knows, just don't admit it."

Finally, he felt a little guilty, looked around again, and emphasized: "Don't admit that this has anything to do with you!"

Zhao Yifu nodded heavily.

(End of this chapter)