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

Chapter 230 Revealing Identity and Fighting the Sweeping Monk
At that moment, the two fighters stopped and retreated, heading in two different directions.

But in the next moment, a colorful force field descended from the sky, restricting the two who wanted to leave.

"hehe!"

With a calm laugh, Leng Feibai emerged from the shadows, his eyes full of amusement.

Just now, he thought of an even more fun way to play.

The one who managed to control himself was a white-haired boy who was not yet thirty.

One of the men in black robes shouted sternly, "Where did this little brat come from, daring to play tricks here!"

"who am I?"

Leng Feibai smiled slightly, raised his hand and waved, and the hoods and masks on the two men's faces immediately came off, revealing the faces of two middle-aged men.

"Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo!"

Looking at the two familiar faces, Leng Feibai revealed the truth, saying, "Xiao Yuanshan, how pathetic you are. To actually feel a sense of kinship with the culprit who killed your wife, how truly pathetic!"

These words immediately enraged Xiao Yuanshan to the point of rage.

"What nonsense are you spouting, you little brat!"

Xiao Yuanshan retorted angrily, "You're still wet behind the ears, what could you possibly know!"

"I actually know!"

Leng Feibai pointed at Murong Bo, who was sweating profusely, and said, "Five years ago, it was Murong Bo who sent a letter to Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin Temple, saying that Khitan warriors were coming to Shaolin to steal martial arts manuals. That's why Xuanci gathered more than twenty masters to ambush you at Yanmen Pass, causing your whole family to die tragically!"

"what!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuanshan looked at Murong Bo, who was covered in sweat.

Although he remained skeptical, seeing the other person's panicked appearance, he couldn't help but believe it a little more, but he still couldn't help asking, "Then why would he do that?"

"It's easy!"

Leng Feibai spilled the beans, revealing everything: "He, Murong Bo, is a descendant of the royal family of the Yan Kingdom during the Sixteen Kingdoms period. He has always wanted to restore the Great Yan. And you are the chief instructor of the Great Liao Shan Army. If your family members die because of the Song people, then after you escape back to your country, you will inevitably go south to raise an army to avenge your family members. At that time, he can take advantage of the chaos to raise an army and restore his homeland."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuanshan was so angry that he looked like Guan Yu reborn, staring intently at Murong Bo beside him.

Without uttering a word, Murong Bo used his lightness skill to escape.

Upon seeing this, Leng Feibai casually flicked out a finger with his right hand, striking Murong Bo's leg directly.

Murong Bodun felt a numbness in his legs and fell straight down from the air.

Seeing Murong Bo's actions, Xiao Yuanshan was immediately convinced. The anger that had been dormant in his heart for five years suddenly surged up, and he threw a punch at Murong Bo from a distance.

A stream of azure energy instantly burst forth in the air, rushing straight towards Murong Bo.

Seeing this, Leng Feibai raised his hand and drew out a series of talismans, setting up a soundproof barrier to prevent attracting the Shaolin monks later.

Murong Bo looked surprised and used his family's secret technique, "Shifting Stars," to block the airflow.

But in that instant, Xiao Yuanshan had already rushed to Murong Bo's front, launching a series of powerful punches and palm strikes.

Murong Bo was caught off guard and was able to resist one or two moves at first, but due to his leg injury, he was quickly overwhelmed by Xiao Yuanshan's increasingly frenzied and ruthless attacks.

"ah"

Xiao Yuanshan let out a low roar, as if he wanted to vent the pain of losing his wife and children over the past five years in one breath.

Leng Feibai watched calmly from the side, lest Murong Bo find a weakness and leave.

However, under Xiao Yuanshan's full force, Murong Bo was quickly unable to withstand the attack. He took two punches to the chest, spat out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed to the ground.

"That old scoundrel Murong!"

Xiao Yuanshan stepped forward and demanded sharply, "Tell me, how did you know I would be passing through Yanmen Pass with my wife and children!"

Murong Bo sneered after hearing this, "Do you think you'd let me go? Either way, you're going to kill me, so I won't..."

"oops!"

Leng Feibai calmly said, "Murong Bo lives in Canhe Manor, thirty miles outside of Gusu City, and has a seven or eight-year-old son at home!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Bo's face turned ashen, and he glared at Leng Feibai through gritted teeth.

"Humph"

Xiao Yuanshan kicked Murong Bo and said sharply, "Since you won't talk, I'll kill you first. Then I'll head south and kill your son. To avenge my wife and children!"

"Don't!"

Murong Bo panicked completely and begged for mercy, "I'll tell you everything, as long as you spare my son's life! You can take my life!"

Xiao Yuanshan didn't say anything, but simply stepped on Murong Bo's chest, his eyes filled with intense killing intent, forcing Murong Bo to tell the truth.

"It is Yelü Hongji, the current emperor of the Liao Dynasty."

Upon hearing this, Leng Feibai was taken aback, thinking to himself, "My God, there's an unexpected bonus!"

Xiao Yuanshan was furious and shouted, "What nonsense are you spouting!"

"Yelü Hongji is determined to wage war and annex the Song Dynasty, but because of your existence, he cannot easily launch a war. Seven years ago, I infiltrated the Liao Kingdom to find a way to make the Liao invade the Song Dynasty. I overheard his officials talking and thought I could use them. So I infiltrated the Liao palace and offered to help him get rid of you. He was very happy and told me that every year on your father-in-law's birthday, you would take your wife and children to celebrate. You would definitely pass through Yanmen Pass on that day..."

Before Murong Bo could finish speaking, Xiao Yuanshan channeled his energy into his feet and suddenly unleashed his power, shattering Murong Bo's heart and several ribs.

After killing Murong Bo, Xiao Yuanshan swayed, his eyes filled with disappointment.

Leng Feibai didn't say much, he just continued watching the show.

A moment later, Xiao Yuanshan turned around, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Leng Feibai, and said, "Thank you for telling me, young friend, so that I could avenge my wife."

Perhaps because Xiao Yuanshan has only been practicing Shaolin martial arts for a short time, he has not yet become the fanatic he will be thirty years later.

Now that his great revenge has been achieved, Leng Feibai actually saw a hint of world-weariness in Xiao Yuanshan's eyes.

"You are Welcome!"

Leng Feibai calmly asked, "I wonder what Mr. Xiao's plans are for the future?"

Xiao Yuanshan sighed and said, "I can't go back to the Liao Dynasty. Feng'er is now being raised by a couple from the Central Plains, so I don't need to worry about him. It's time for me to go find my wife."

After saying that, Xiao Yuanshan ignored Leng Feibai and used his lightness skill to fly away from Shaolin Temple.

Upon seeing this, Leng Feibai flicked his sleeve, and a sparrow flew out from his sleeve.

"Follow Xiao Yuanshan and see what he's up to!"

Leng Feibai silently ordered his clone, "If he tries to kill people indiscriminately, take care of him immediately."

After dealing with all this, Leng Feibai turned around and prepared to find the whereabouts of the Sweeping Monk.

But the instant he turned around, an old monk with silver hair and a long beard, dressed from head to toe in a gray monk's hat, robe, and shoes, stood in front of him. He was none other than the number one master in Tianlong, the Sweeper Monk.

Upon seeing this, Leng Feibai cupped his hands and said, "This junior greets the master!"

"You flatter me, benefactor!"

The sweeping monk calmly said, "This old monk is just a servant monk who has been sweeping the floor in the temple for decades; he can hardly be considered a master!"

Upon seeing this, Leng Feibai forced a smile and said, "Your martial arts skills have reached the pinnacle, and you are the only senior master in the world who can master the Black-level Pagoda. Naturally, I should address you as Master!"

Upon hearing this, the sweeping monk was taken aback, then laughed and said, "Benefactor, you have good eyesight. However, this old monk did not expect that there really are people in this world who are 'fateless,' people who can arbitrarily change the fate of others."

Leng Feibai frowned upon hearing this and couldn't help but ask, "Master, what is a person who is 'the one who is detached from destiny'?" "A person who is detached from destiny is someone who, from birth, can easily know the life of others, or even the life of a country or a dynasty."

The sweeping monk spoke calmly, as if he were discussing something utterly ordinary, "But such people often arbitrarily alter the future of others based on their own likes and dislikes. They might even decide someone's life or death, thus causing numerous variables and severely impacting future developments!"

Leng Feibai's lips twitched slightly after hearing this. The sweeping monk was most likely referring to those so-called time travelers.

"Grandmaster!"

Leng Feibai went straight to the point, "I have come here for only one thing: I would like to ask the master to give me some pointers so that I may know my own shortcomings."

After hearing this, the sweeping monk sighed and said, "Very well, since you have come all this way, I, the old monk, will give you some pointers. Please, let me do it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sweeping monk rose into the air like a gust of wind and flew away into the distance.

"This is the power of the Black-level Floating Pagoda."

Leng Feibai thought to himself, "At best, it will float between heaven and earth; at worst, it will create the world."

After saying that, Leng Feibai quickly chased after him and arrived at an open space near a pagoda forest on the back mountain of Shaolin Temple.

The sweeping monk looked calmly at Leng Feibai, then said, "This old monk has another question for you, young friend. A dozen days ago, a five-colored pillar of light fell from the sky over an overseas island. I wonder if it has anything to do with you?"

After hearing this, Leng Feibai calmly lied, "I don't know what the master is talking about, and I have never seen any pillar of light."

After saying that, Leng Feibai raised his hand in a salute and said, "Master, then this junior will confess."

The sweeping monk didn't say anything, but simply returned the greeting with a cupped hand and gestured for Leng Feibai to make the first move.

Leng Feibai knew that the Sweeper Monk was not easy to deal with, and a burst of crimson flames erupted from beneath his feet.

Five Qi Returning to the Origin - Fire

Then, Leng Feibai's entire body suddenly glowed red, his hands shifted and gathered power, and he suddenly pushed out, the fiery energy condensing into a crimson fire dragon that rushed straight towards the Sweeper Monk.

Fiery Cloud Palm - Fire Dragon Piercing the Mountain

The sweeping monk dared not be careless and instantly conjured a wall of energy in front of him, trying to block the fire dragon's true energy.

But the moment the true energy touched the barrier of energy, it actually passed right through it and rushed towards the Sweeper Monk.

Even with Leng Feibai's skill level, it would have taken him a great deal of effort to break through the qi barrier.

However, before arriving, Leng Feibai had already integrated the ability of the Sun and Moon Formless Skill to ignore appearances into the Five Elements One Qi Divine Skill, so he was naturally able to break through the sweeping monk's qi barrier.

"Um"

The sweeping monk was taken aback, then swung his palm out from a distance, unleashing a powerful palm strike that landed directly on the fire dragon.

The fire dragon was instantly shattered by the palm strike, but it also negated the rewards released by the sweeping layer.

This palm technique is none other than the Mount Sumeru Palm, one of the 72 Shaolin Arts, which, along with the Vajra Finger and the Prajna Palm, is known as one of the three great palm techniques of Shaolin.

"Excellent palm technique, Master. Be careful with your next strike."

After Leng Feibai finished speaking, he stepped back and created distance. He crossed his hands in front of his chest, then suddenly opened them, and a ball of fire the size of a basketball court burst forth, instantly swallowing the Sweeper Monk into it.

But Leng Feibai dared not be careless. His eyes flashed with golden light, fearing that the Sweeper Monk might suddenly make a move from an unexpected place.

The next moment, a burst of black light erupted from the flames, shattering all of Leng Feibai's fiery power.

The sweeping monk calmly emerged from the black light, raised his hand, and used one of the seventy-two ultimate skills, the "flower-picking finger," to lightly flick out three streams of soft, yin energy.

Leng Feibai dared not be careless. In an instant, the crimson aura around him transformed into an earthy yellow aura, and he grabbed at the mountain wall beside him.

"boom"

A cracking sound rang out, and three stone dragons, each two meters wide, flew out from within, circling around Leng Feibai and blocking the sweeping monk's finger beam.

"Master, take this move, Heaven-Covering Divine Dragon."

Under Leng Feibai's control, the three stone dragons, arranged in a triangular formation, crashed towards the location of the Sweeping Monk.

The sweeping monk remained completely calm, showing no alarm at all at the approaching stone dragon.

He then thrust out his right palm, and at the same time, a nine-foot-tall golden Buddha phantom appeared behind him, merging into the Sweeper Monk's body and transforming into a golden palm print that was then struck out.

"Great Vajra Palm"

Leng Feibai immediately identified the martial arts technique used by the Sweeper Monk and focused all his efforts on maintaining the stone dragon's powerful attack.

Under the heavy blow, the three stone dragons turned into a sky full of broken stones, swirling in mid-air.

"What a helpless situation!"

Leng Feibai gritted his teeth. In terms of true qi cultivation, he was hundreds of times stronger than the Sweeper Monk.

But when have you ever seen ten thousand catties of black iron comparable to a hundred taels of iron from the Northern Sea Divine Weapon?

Moreover, in the final part of the Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils comic, Murong Fu, who obtained the Yi Jin Jing Black-level Pagoda through the Sweeper Monk's transfer of power, was so badly beaten that even the three of them—Qiao Feng, Xu Zhu, and Duan Yu—who had reached the peak of their strength, were completely overwhelmed by Murong Fu.

If it weren't for the fact that after the Sweeper Monk passed away, he left behind a relic containing the power of a White-level Buddha, which he entrusted to someone to give to Qiao Feng.

It is estimated that Murong Fu is about to successfully restore his kingdom.

"Although the young benefactor is skilled, his martial arts level is far inferior to that of the old monk."

The sweeping monk calmly asked, "Do you still want to fight?"

"Grandmaster!"

Leng Feibai gritted his teeth and said, "I have created another unique skill these past few days, but this move is extremely powerful, so please be careful, Master."

After saying that, Leng Feibai paused on one foot and leaped into the air.

The next moment, nine great suns revolved around it, spinning rapidly, and instantly smoke and dust surged like wild waves, with tornadoes and gales forming.

Seeing this, the Sweeping Monk dared not be careless, because at that very moment, he sensed a danger that threatened his life. He then activated the Black-Level Pagoda with all his might, transforming it into a giant black hand that blotted out the sky, heading straight for Leng Feibai.

"The sun burns the sky"

Leng Feibai let out a low roar, and each of the nine great suns emitted a crimson beam of light.

They converged in mid-air and rushed straight towards the giant hand.

The two, wielding their respective ultimate techniques, began a battle over true qi.

In an instant, the sweeping monk felt his mind clear and his thoughts lucid. He comprehended something and then said, "Young friend, shall we continue fighting? How about this old monk counts to three, and we both stop our attacks at the same time?"

Leng Feibai gritted his teeth. The chaotic sea of ​​qi in his middle dantian had already consumed two-thirds of its qi in order to activate the Great Sun Burning Heaven technique. Continuing to struggle would not do him any good.

"it is good"

As soon as Leng Feibai finished speaking, the Sweeping Monk's voice rang out.

"one two three"

As the third sound rang out, Leng Feibai and the Sweeping Monk both withdrew their attacks, directly avoiding the backlash from their injuries.

The two returned to the ground at the same time, and Leng Feibai could not hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then the sweeping monk calmly said, "Today's battle is still undecided. If you still wish to fight, you can come to Shaolin Temple to find the old monk again in seven days."

After hearing this, Leng Feibai sighed inwardly, raised his hands in a fist salute, and turned to leave.

But before leaving, Leng Feibai calmly said, "Ultimately, Nirvana is about letting go of everything. Perhaps then one can comprehend the White Rank."

(End of this chapter)