Zhu Tian: A journey of spiritual practice starting from Joy of Life

Chapter 228 Setting off for Shaolin Temple, Encountering the Ming Cult
"Mr. Leng!"

Qin Hongmian looked at Leng Feibai, who was about to leave, and couldn't help but say, "You promised me you'd have a spar with me!"

"Do we really have to fight?!"

Leng Feibai said helplessly, "You should know that you are no match for me. Besides, you probably haven't mastered the Five Tigers Severing Gate Saber technique completely, have you?"

Upon hearing this, a look of surprise flashed across Qin Hongmian's face.

The Sixty-Four Styles of the Five Tigers Severing the Gate Saber originated from Qin Gongwang, a chieftain of Qin Family Village. Five styles of the saber technique were lost during its transmission.

In this generation, the sword techniques of "Carrying a Child Across the River" and "Upholding Integrity and Righteousness" were lost.

To save face, the current chieftain Yao Bodang arbitrarily modified two variations, making a total of fifty-nine moves.

As a result, when he fought against Sima Lin of the Qingcheng Sect at Yanziwu, Wang Yuyan pointed out his weakness.

Later, in order to complete the lost martial arts, Yao Bodang and Sima Lin took command of the Murong family and became subordinates at Murong Fu's beck and call.

Qin Hongmian didn't say anything, she just nodded.

"Can you stand up now? If you can, come with me!"

As soon as Leng Feibai finished speaking, he turned and walked outside.

Seeing this, Qin Hongmian didn't understand what Leng Feibai wanted to do, but she still quickly followed.

In the open space outside the hut, Leng Feibai had already taken the silver scimitar from the gray-robed old man and stood still.

Although he had never practiced the Five Tigers Severing the Gate Saber, with Leng Feibai's foundation and comprehension, it would not be difficult for him to quickly learn an ordinary second-rate saber technique.

"Look carefully, I'll only practice for fifteen minutes."

After saying that, Leng Feibai held the silver curved blade and swung it in the air.

In an instant, the sound of blades slicing through the wind rang out outside the hut. Leng Feibai leaped and twirled in mid-air, practicing the sixty-four forms of the Five Tigers Severing Gate Saber Technique.

For some reason, Qin Hongmian felt her heart flutter as she watched the figure with flowing long hair practicing swordsmanship in mid-air, completely mesmerized.

A quarter of an hour later, Leng Feibai practiced the Five Tigers Severing the Gate Saber three times, then turned to look at Qin Hongmian.

"So, how much did you remember?"

Qin Hongmian came to her senses and nodded, saying, "About 70 or 80 percent, but Young Master Leng, how do you know the Qin Family Village's swordsmanship?"

"Oh!"

Leng Feibai lied with a straight face, "My elders have a hobby of collecting unique martial arts techniques. The Five Tigers Severing the Gate Saber was collected by one of our ancestors. When I was young, in order to improve my fist and foot skills, I would occasionally look through the martial arts manuals of swords, spears, and staffs, and try to find ways to improve my fist and foot skills by showing off!"

Qin Hongmian didn't ask any further questions after hearing this. She stepped forward and took another silver curved sword from Leng Feibai's hand, saying, "Thank you for teaching me swordsmanship, Young Master Leng. I will come back to spar with you again after I have mastered the new moves!"

"I will be leaving Jiangnan soon!"

Leng Feibai said calmly, "If you really want to fight me, come find me at Leigu Mountain in Henan Province a year from now!"

"it is good!"

Qin Hongmian said with a smile, "Then I'll be waiting to learn from Young Master Leng's skills in six months!"

After saying that, Qin Hongmian turned to leave.

Upon seeing this, Leng Feibai said uncontrollably, "Wait a minute, Miss Qin, there's something I may not be qualified to say. But if you ever meet a handsome and charming man surnamed Duan from Dali, you must stay far away from him. He's an irresponsible fellow who will ruin your life and cause you to die a tragic death."

Hearing Leng Feibai's reminder, Qin Hongmian was taken aback. Just as she turned around to ask,

Leng Feibai had already left the spot and flew away into the distance.

What did he mean by that?

Qin Hongmian frowned slightly, pondering Leng Feibai's words, before turning and leaving the small house.

After bidding farewell to Qin Hongmian, Leng Feibai did not linger in Jiaxing. He raised his hand and drew a Wind and Fire Escape Talisman, flying towards the Suzhou Canal Gang branch.

A moment later, Leng Feibai, disguised, dealt with the Suzhou branch of the Canal Gang and calmly entered Suzhou City.

As night fell, in a private room of a restaurant, Leng Feibai calmly ate the side dishes on the table, secretly planning his next move.

"The matter with the Grand Canal Gang is no longer a threat for the time being! As for Yangzhou..."

After carefully recalling the matter, Leng Feibai gave up his plan to visit Yangzhou.

After all, the Slender West Lake that I really wanted to see probably isn't as beautiful as people say it is now. As for Phoenix Island, most of the island's attractions were only successfully built during the Ming and Qing dynasties. If I went there now, it would just be a deserted island.

At best, you can only hunt some wild birds or other game on the island to have a snack.

"There's no need for sightseeing!"

Leng Feibai looked north and said, "In this world today, only that sweeping monk from Shaolin Temple who has mastered the Yi Jin Jing Black-Level Pagoda can make me fight with all my might! Let's just..."

Thinking of this, Leng Feibai couldn't help but lick his lips.

The Hong Kong comic version of the Sweeper Monk is incredibly powerful. In the end, he comprehends the White-Level Pagoda, a skill that only Bodhidharma could achieve, in the grand finale.

He attained Nirvana and became a Buddha, leaving behind a single relic before passing away.

Having made up his mind, Leng Feibai shoveled two more mouthfuls of rice into his mouth, preparing to head straight to Shaolin Temple on Mount Song the next day to spar with the Sweeper Monk, and then head straight to the Northwest Starry Sea to take Ding Chunqiu's head in exchange for the Flower Cultivation Technique of the Free and Unfettered Sect.

After eating and drinking his fill, Leng Feibai found a secluded spot and turned to enter the Garden of Flowers.

Looking at the three girls, Haitang Duoduo, who were still unconscious, Leng Feibai sighed, turned around and left the room, returning to the courtyard of a two-story building in Qunfangyuan.

A strong smell of paint filled the courtyard. Leng Feibai yawned, pushed open the door, and went inside.

The room was decorated with many framed paintings, including those of Old Madam Fan, Fan Jian, Liu Ruyu, and Fan Xian.

To be precise, all of Leng Feibai's blood relatives and friends in Joy of Life were painted into portraits and hung in this small building.

Leng Feibai sighed, said nothing, and plopped down in a chair, his face full of helplessness.

Meanwhile, in the dark space, Haitang Duoduo and the other two girls looked at Leng Feibai, who seemed somewhat depressed, and couldn't help but feel worried.

"elder sister!"

Sang Wen couldn't help but say, "Let's hurry up and figure it out, otherwise, won't my husband be too lonely outside all by himself!"

Seeing Leng Feibai's depressed expression, Haitang Duoduo felt a pang of pity, but she still stubbornly said, "He'll be lonely. I think he'll be looking for a fourth sister for us soon!"

Seeing this, Si Lili quickly nudged Haitang Duoduo and said, "Duoduo, don't talk nonsense. My husband isn't a lecherous man. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been so difficult for you and Wenwen to persuade him to marry me!"

"Humph"

Haitang Duoduo snorted coldly, but she also sat down cross-legged and continued to comprehend the two crystals in her palm.

After sitting in the studio for a while, Leng Feibai got up from his seat, spread a large sheet of white paper on the table, weighed it down with a paperweight, and began to sketch.

Two hours later, a beautiful painting of West Lake appeared gracefully on the paper. "It's a pity that most of the Ten Scenes of West Lake haven't been completed yet, otherwise this painting could depict even more of the beautiful scenery!"

After Leng Feibai finished speaking, he put away his paintbrush and waited for the ink on the painting to dry before taking it to be framed and stored away.

After finishing his painting, Leng Feibai looked tired. He waved his hand to shatter all the ruined pieces of paper on the ground, then turned and returned to his residence to quietly soak in the hot spring.

The next morning, Leng Feibai returned to the outside world in the form of a bird, and then found a secluded place to revert to his original form.

Suzhou may seem far from Mount Song, but if Leng Feibai were to fully activate his Cloud Steps, he could reach the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, one of the two main peaks of Mount Song, in just one or two days.

Just then, the sound of gongs and drums came from afar.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding people rushed forward as if bewitched, standing on both sides of the street. Their faces showed either infatuation or fear, and a few even revealed a hint of anger.

Upon seeing this, Leng Feibai felt a surge of curiosity, but he didn't have time to satisfy it right now.

He turned around and planned to buy some dry food and fruit before leaving Suzhou.

"Burn my broken body, raging flames. What joy is there in living, what sorrow in dying? To do good and eliminate evil, only for the sake of light..."

Hearing the commotion behind him, Leng Feibai's face darkened, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

The people of the Ming Cult are truly strange.

Not long after he had massacred three branches of the Canal Gang, the Ming Cult arrived in Suzhou.

Thinking of this, Leng Feibai did not show it too obviously. He turned around and walked to the wall to the side, crossed his arms and looked at the crowd that was only two hundred steps away from him.

He had already decided that if these guys weren't coming for him, he wouldn't bother with them.

But if these guys dare to lay a hand on him, he might as well kill them.

Before long, amidst the sounds of music and drums, a group of people appeared before Leng Feibai's eyes.

The three leading figures were dressed in traditional Persian clothing, with flame patterns embroidered on the front of their garments.

Behind the three men was a high platform carried by sixteen burly, strong men.

On the high platform, there was a large cauldron with three legs and two handles, and a raging fire was burning inside.

On either side of the platform, three Persian women each carried bamboo baskets and occasionally scattered flowers to both sides.

Behind the procession followed seven or eight women carrying banners with flame patterns.

Upon seeing the procession approach, the people knelt down, whether willingly or unwillingly.

The Persian man at the head of the group looked smug and smug, and seemed utterly deserving of a beating.

To them, these ordinary people were nothing more than tools to highlight their superiority.

Seeing them kneeling on the ground, the Persians couldn't contain their pride.

Just then, a white-haired boy looking up at the sky not far away came into their view.

Upon seeing that the boy ignored them, the Persian man in the lead became furious.

They were seen as foreigners by the people of the Central Plains, and the people of the Central Plains were no different from slaves in their eyes.

Since they arrived in Jiangnan, they have used countless methods, both overt and covert.

How many lives were lost, how much money was spent, to deceive so many believers into believing in them?

They never expected that this brat would dare to so blatantly ignore them.

Upon seeing this, the leading Persian man said to the Persian man beside him in Persian, "Kavier, that boy is disrespecting the sacred fire. Go and see what's going on."

"You audacious little thief."

The Persian man, called Kavil, strode up to Leng Feibai and, speaking in broken Chinese, pointed at his nose and arrogantly demanded, "Since you've seen our sacred fire, why don't you worship it!"

Leng Feibai stared directly at the Persian man in front of him, his eyes narrowing. Judging from the aura emanating from this Persian man, he was a master, no less than Cheng Jushu in the world of Qing Yu Nian.

"Saint my foot! You have the nerve to swagger around here with a bunch of broken fire!"

Leng Feibai stretched and cursed, "I'm an atheist, what do I care about this crap? You can worship however you want, it's none of my business. But you're blocking my way, get out of my way and don't stop me from leaving the city."

"asshole!"

Upon hearing this, Cavill flew into a rage, pointing at Leng Feibai and cursing, "Ignorant brat, how dare you humiliate the Holy Flame of the Bright Venerable! Quickly capture him and throw him into the Holy Flame as a sacrifice!"

It turned out that Cavill, seeing Leng Feibai's luxurious clothes, assumed that Leng Feibai must come from a very wealthy family.

In the past, when the Ming Cult lacked funds for development, it would often seek opportunities to extort large sums of money from wealthy merchants for the purpose of the cult's development.

If the merchants refused to pay, the Ming Cult would send its experts to kidnap their families, threatening to throw them into the sacred fire as a sacrifice, claiming that the merchants had offended the Ming Lord.

With no other options, the merchants had no choice but to pay the ransom to redeem the people.

But as soon as he said that, Leng Feibai's face darkened, and the true qi hidden in his body almost went berserk. He grabbed Kaville by the neck and burst out with energy, knocking the Ming Cult strongman who wanted to capture Leng Feibai to the ground.

"Throwing them into the sacred fire for sacrifice, so you bunch of bastards have done a lot of things like capturing people from the Central Plains and throwing them into the fire for sacrifice, haven't you?"

As he spoke, Leng Feibai increased the force in his hand, and Cavill immediately had difficulty breathing and stuck out his tongue.

The Persian man in the lead was about to step forward to stop him when he saw that Leng Feibai's eyes were bloodshot and he was in a state of madness, as if he had been touched by some bad memory.

The next moment, angry words echoed throughout the street.

"You bunch of scum, die!"

At the same time, Leng Feibai, the black-haired man in the sea of ​​consciousness, also changed his expression and muttered to himself, "This guy, it's been over a hundred years, and he still can't forget that matter!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Feibai suddenly released his grip, and his left hand shot out, with three fingers striking Cavill's body in quick succession.

Three-Finger Immortal Slayer - Soul and Form Destroyed - Countless Tribulations, Never to Be Reborn

The immense force instantly invaded Cavill's body, and in an instant, Cavill's bull-like body exploded and scattered all over the ground.

The onlookers were terrified and fled in panic.

The Persian man at the head of the group turned ashen-faced with fright. He never expected that this young man, who was not yet of legal age, would possess such wicked skills.

Leng Feibai ignored him and secretly channeled the power of Feng Hou Qi Men.

Kan character water bullet
Suzhou is located near Taihu Lake, so it naturally has no shortage of water.

In an instant, a huge ball of water fell from the sky and landed directly inside the cauldron, extinguishing the flames inside immediately.

Leng Feibai coldly stared at the leading Persian man and said sarcastically, "Come, tell me. Can the sacred fire you speak of be extinguished by ordinary water?"

(End of this chapter)