The God of Heavens

Chapter 263 Qiankun Bag
Yu Wutong and the monk Jingren appeared at the same time, two figures, one in black and one in red, standing side by side, their auras completely different.

Yu Wutong's black robes fluttered, and a chilling wind swirled around him. Five golden-winged corpse kings circled around him. He shouted sharply, "Jingren monk, let's join forces and quickly capture this person!"

However, Monk Jingren did not make a move. Instead, he stared intently at Lin Yu, his eyes filled with shock: "Where did you learn your Destruction King Dharma Form?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Wutong's expression changed drastically. He never expected that this remnant of the Great Zen Temple who had defected to him seemed to have some connection with the powerful enemy before him.

"Not good!" A strong sense of alarm rose in Yu Wutong's heart, and he made a decisive decision—

Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, running away is the best.

"Three elders, there's plenty of time! Let's go! Soul-Binding Rope!"

He suddenly let out a long roar, and the Yin Soul Command Flag in his hand shook wildly. In an instant, several thick black wisps of energy roared like evil dragons and rushed straight towards the true form of the Ming King in the sky, trying to disrupt Lin Yu's perception.

At the same time, he swayed, and the command flag transformed into a gust of cold wind, carrying him swiftly away from the city.

Within the black mist, the three black-clad elders, resembling desiccated corpses, reacted swiftly, each choosing a direction and transforming into three black shadows as they scattered and fled.

As the eerie wind howled, the members of the Witchcraft Cult scattered like birds and beasts. In the vast Heavenly Witch City, only a burly figure remained, standing alone amidst the ruins.

The monk wore a black gold robe and stood as tall and immovable as an iron tower. He was about forty or fifty years old, with large hands and feet, and his prominent ears were particularly striking.

His head was not shaved, with stubble of dark blue hair just beginning to sprout, and nine dark ordination scars that gleamed faintly in the sunlight, clearly indicating that he was a genuine Buddhist monk.

Lin Yu gazed in the direction the Witch Ghost Path members had fled, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "The Witch Ghost Path, indeed, they're quite ruthless when it comes to betraying their teammates."

The four black-clad Taoists escaped from Tianwu City in an instant, but Lin Yu had no intention of letting them go.

Above Lin Yu's head, a wisp of pure energy rose up and transformed into four enormous hands that blotted out the sky. Yin and Yang rotated, and the Five Elements were forbidden. The palm lines were crisscrossed with grooves and the fingerprints were clearly visible, as if the hands of gods had descended to earth.

The three black-clad elders fled in panic, only to be struck by a giant palm with a gentle press, instantly becoming as if struck by lightning and suppressed completely.

The dark-skinned, thin Taoist priest's eyes were bloodshot. At the same time, the five golden-winged corpse kings opened their mouths and spat out five golden inner cores.

The inner core had just touched the edge of the giant palm when it exploded with a bang, and thousands of golden sword energies burst out, frantically shredding the surroundings. Wherever it passed, the air cracked open with white marks.

After the cut, the Corpse King suddenly opened its mouth and inhaled, and the sword energy turned into golden primordial energy, which was swallowed into its belly.

In the blink of an eye, a new inner core condenses in its mouth, repeating this process endlessly.

However, the giant hand remained motionless, its five fingers slowly closing, and the golden sword energy relentlessly slashed and killed, but to no avail.

The dark-skinned, thin Taoist priest looked ashen-faced as he watched helplessly as the colossal hand, obscuring the sky, pressed down like the heavens.

"Ten thousand ghosts gather, demons gather, the Heavenly Corpse Emperor's Corpse, the ancient witch god, the Heavenly God and Demon, the Supreme Demon Lord descends."

The dark-skinned, thin Taoist priest let out a sharp shriek, his command flag waving violently, thick black energy gushing out and condensing into a huge head the size of a small mountain.

The head resembles a bull's head, but it has strange, spiraling horns that are definitely not bull's horns.

Its mouth and nose are exaggerated, its fangs are faintly visible, and its eyes seem to be open and closed. A desolate, ancient, vast and distant ancient aura slowly spreads from it.

"Supreme Demon Lord, it's a pity he only has one head, not enough to impress you."

Lin Yu chuckled softly, and a thought shot out from between his brows, then split in two.

In an instant, the Radiant Sun Tathagata appeared in the world, and the Dark Mysterious Heavenly Dao Venerable descended. One light and one darkness collided violently, and the lotus phantom and mandala intertwined, filling the world with light and darkness.

Boom!

A massive barrier appeared out of thin air, intertwined with light and darkness, instantly sealing the head of the Supreme Demon Lord within it!
At the same time, four black-clad Taoist priests fell into the city like kites with broken strings, rolling on the ground. All their magical power was sealed, and they were unable to move.

At the same time, Lin Yu found himself holding a cloth bag.

This bag is neither silk nor linen, and its color is strange. It looks like leather, but it is not the skin of any animal.

Upon closer inspection, you'll find that the material of the bag resembles human skin!
The large bag was tightly tied with a rope, which looked like a tendon, but it didn't seem to be an animal's tendon; rather, it seemed to be a human tendon.

With a soft "thud," Lin Yu landed gracefully, a cloth bag in his hand, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"Amitabha."

The monk Jingren walked up to Lin Yu, put his hands together, and chanted a Buddhist prayer.

“This destructive image of the Wisdom King, benefactor,” the monk Jingren said with lightning-fast eyes, but his voice carried a hint of hesitation, “I wonder what connection this has with my Great Zen Temple?”

Lin Yu chuckled upon hearing this: "I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you, Master. I am not a disciple of the Great Zen Temple, but a member of the Great Qian royal family."

His tone was frank, his eyes clear, and he clearly disdained empty talk.

Although Monk Jingren was a peak martial saint, he was only one step away from the ultimate realm of martial arts, the realm of human immortals.

He didn't feel he would lose anything if they didn't want to join him; he was determined to get the Qiankun Bag!
The burly monk Jingren trembled slightly, his nine ordination scars gleaming with a dark light, his heart filled with unspeakable bitterness.

When the Daqian dynasty attacked and destroyed the Dachan Temple, they seized the "Future Sutra," and the "Past Sutra" and "Present Sutra" were lost.

He took the Qiankun Bag and went to the Witchcraft and Ghost Path, hoping to rebuild the orthodox lineage one day. However, he never expected to encounter a member of the Great Qian imperial family who had mastered the true meaning of the Past Scripture.

"Amitabha, is this the will of Heaven?" Monk Jingren murmured softly, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes, but in an instant, the Martial Saint's resolute will regained the upper hand.

He took a deep breath, his blood surging like a tide, and said in a deep voice, "In that case, this old monk will have to learn from your superior skills today!"

He slowly assumed a fighting stance, his palms probing the abyss like dragons. Although he knew the odds of winning were slim, the dignity of the Martial Saint did not allow him to back down.

Lin Yu:...

Although Lin Yu didn't know how the monk Jingren had come up with his own ideas, he wouldn't back down from the challenge.

Half a day later, the two stopped fighting, and the square of Tianwu City was completely unrecognizable.

Amidst the ruins, the monk Jingren sat cross-legged in a corner where the wall had not yet collapsed. His robe was torn, his nose was bruised, and there was still blood on the corner of his mouth.

Those iron fists, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, now hung limply on their knees, the knuckles torn and bleeding.

The monk stared blankly at the mess on the ground, seemingly lost in thought.

Lin Yu ignored the reclusive monk Jingren and walked up to the group of Wugui Dao members, looking down at them and asking, "Are you willing to submit?"

"Wu Gui Dao pays respects to Your Excellency!" Yu Wutong and the three elders knelt down and bowed deeply to Lin Yu.

Lin Yu nodded slightly and said, "Very good. You shall restore order here immediately and then take my warrant to the seaside to meet the fleet."

After speaking, he instructed Yu Wutong to gather all the Wugui Dao cultivators and place restrictions on them to ensure that they would behave themselves.

"Yes!" Yu Wutong and the group of Wugui Dao cultivators responded. Their souls and thoughts were almost entirely controlled by Lin Yu, leaving them powerless to resist.

At this moment, Lin Yu sat on the highest throne in Tianwu City, looking down at the kneeling crowd below. He could easily feel the power of faith continuously blessing him.

"The power of faith came so quickly, or is this just how the wilderness is, where the strong prey on the weak?"

Lin Yu felt the surge of faith power, his gaze sweeping over the Wugui Dao cultivators whose beliefs had been destroyed and rebuilt, and his heart was filled with clarity.

However, these powers of faith were mixed and impure, and as soon as his thoughts touched them, he felt contaminated.

If one accepts all these offerings and prayers, one's own beliefs may be distorted, ultimately turning one into a puppet deity in the eyes of others.

However, this is not a big problem for Lin Yu.

"The future is without birth, but the primordial spirit is immortal!"

Lin Yu activated the Future Without Birth Sutra, and these colorful powers of faith entered the top of his head, gradually forming a halo that made him look like a deity in a temple.

The members of the Witchcraft Sect immediately felt connected to a great being, a being so vast and warm that they couldn't help but want to worship him.

"Greetings, my lord!"

The crowd shouted in unison, their voices resounding through the sky. Their eyes shone with a fervent light, as if they had found the destination they had been searching for all their lives.

Lin Yu nodded slightly, flicking his sleeve: "Go and get to work."

"Follow the law!"

The members of the Witchcraft Sect bowed again, then transformed into streaks of black shadows and scattered in all directions.

……

After the members of the Witchcraft Sect left, Lin Yu took out the Qiankun Bag.

This Qiankun Bag can only be opened by masters of Taoist arts and ghost immortals. Back then, when the monk Jingren fled to the wilderness, he also brought this bag with him. In order to survive and escape pursuit, he had no choice but to seek refuge under the tutelage of the Witchcraft and Ghostly Path.

This cloth bag naturally fell into the hands of Yu Wutong, the sect leader of the Witchcraft and Ghost Path, and is now his possession.

Lin Yu exhaled a breath, and a powerful thought followed, condensing into a gentle breeze that blew onto the Qiankun Bag, lifting it and making it float in the void.

As Lin Yu's divine sense moved, the Qiankun Bag suddenly became incredibly heavy, like a mountain.

"Open the Qiankun Bag!"

With his thoughts focused to their peak, Lin Yuqing shouted, and instantly...

buzzing-

A strange sound came, as if from another world. The sound was ethereal and distant, as if it came from the depths of the cosmos, yet it seemed to linger in one's ears.

Suddenly, the Qiankun Bag burst open, and a stream of azure energy shot out. Upon landing, it instantly condensed into a giant gate, three zhang high and over ten zhang wide.

This colossal gate was formed from condensed air currents, its entire body glowing blue, like a mirage, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Behind the door, the light and shadows were hazy, and a gentle breeze carrying a clean scent wafted in. Lin Yu's spirits lifted the moment he smelled it, as if the area behind the main door was a pure and sacred fairyland.

He then stepped through the giant gate, and in an instant the world changed drastically; heaven and earth were no longer what they used to be.

Before me was a stable, square little world.

The sky was low, no more than a hundred meters high, with no sun, moon, or stars in sight, only a layer of bright and soft blue clouds, as warm and smooth as jade.

The ground beneath my feet was like a film of water, rippling with every step. It seemed soft, but it was actually indestructible. Even stomping my feet only caused the ripples to expand slightly, without any deformation.

At the edge of the small world, there was also a ring of jade-colored light.

"Let's see how many treasures the Great Zen Temple has hidden." With a thought, Lin Yu understood the situation inside the Qiankun Bag.

In the center of the Qiankun Bag, there were eight plazas, each with a warehouse.

Gold, silver, jewels, jade, diamonds, and many other treasures; a mountain of white rice; many chests containing weapons, bows and crossbows, and armor; medicine chests and bottles of all sizes; countless books; and various silks and satins.

Treasury, silver treasury, grain depot, jewelry storehouse, weapons and armor storehouse, medicine storehouse, silk storehouse.

The eight warehouses, arranged according to the directions of the eight trigrams, exude an indescribable magic.

(End of this chapter)