Sword from the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 160 The Wonders of Heaven and Man
The people of the four major ethnic groups in Bayannur stared intently at the awakened Yi youth.

The living dead who had entered the gates of hell opened their eyes from their closed state.

Then, as his blank, lifeless eyes focused and became clear, his face regained its vitality, displaying the emotions a living person should have.

Feng Zhen, Chuan Mouxun, Jiao Luofeng, and Si Na, the four leaders of the Ba Meng, were shocked yet also felt a sense of relief.

Since the BAFTA suffered its first crisis, they have been hoping that someone could turn the tide.

But fate was against their wishes; only the living dead and the dead kept appearing.

Even if Sina invited the reclusive and secluded Tongtian Shenmu, who was cultivating in seclusion within the Heyi Sect, it would still be a futile effort.

The calamities befalling the four major clans are beyond anyone's ability to avert.

Even with everyone exhausting their inner strength, they could only allow their relatives and friends to stay in the mortal world for a few more days.

Those elders, in their efforts to save their people, suffered severe depletion of their true energy, which led to their own calamity.

The cause of the outbreak in the Barisan Nasional (BN) was unclear, and the people were filled with anxiety.

This is why the Grand Commander could be invited when there were constant disputes within the alliance.

Despite the mysterious rumors, it was only considered a last resort.

Who can think of
The other party really pulled the living dead back from the brink of death!

The kind of spiritual disturbance that seemed to sever chains, and the method of reversing Yin and Yang and extending life through the Seven Stars, were, in the eyes of the Ba Meng people, nothing more than a Yin-Yang magic.
After seeing his people gradually recover, Yi chief Feng Mouxun's gaze towards Zhou Yi completely changed.

He looked at the Seven Star Lamp just like Alliance Leader Feng and Jiao Luofeng, realizing that the other party came from Wolong Mountain.

The leaders even imagined that the Wuzhuang Temple might be located next to Zhuge Liang's thatched cottage.

When the goddess was helpless and the Yi people were at a loss as to what fate awaited them because of this calamity, a person suddenly appeared from Wolong Mountain who could turn the tide. The Seven Star Lamp of Wuzhangyuan was extinguished in the body of the Yi people's descendants and transformed into life.
The four particularly exclusive clans not only found a sense of kinship, but also a solemn sense of destiny.

The usually hot-tempered Feng Jiangchuan Mouxun, this Yi ethnic elder, instantly changed his gaze towards Zhou Yi to one of friendliness.

Once someone like him has made up his mind, he won't waver.

Monkey King Feng, the leader of the alliance, moved even faster, getting ahead of Chuan Mouxun and Sina, and quickly walked to Zhou Yi's side.

"Grand Commander, how is he?"

As Feng Zhen spoke, he glanced at the Seven Star Lamp again.

Having lived a comfortable life in Sichuan for so long, this time he deeply experienced the outside world, and the Grand Commander was completely different from what he had imagined.

Therefore, their judgment on the general trend of the world was also wrong.

Following the leader's self-reflection, Zhou Yi's calm voice came: "His chronic illness has been cured, and he will recover fully after a month of rest. During this time, he must avoid stirring up his emotions and should not engage in internal energy battles with others, so as not to leave any hidden dangers."

Therefore, there was no major problem, and the four leaders were relieved.

Sina couldn't help but ask, "May I ask, Grand Commander, what was it that dragged him to the brink of death?"

"The web of the mind, an invisible web."

The Heavenly Goddess interrupted her beloved disciple, "What do you mean? Why didn't I notice?"

Zhou Yi turned to look at her: "In your words, the ability of a medium should lie in the spirit. When the spirit is extremely strong, it is enough to see beyond the void. You can't perceive it only because your spirit is not strong enough. You still need to cultivate the spirit within the aperture."

The old woman was agitated; her eyes seemed to sink even deeper into her withered, cold face, and her long, curved nails dug into her arm muscles.

She secluded herself for many years, diligently practicing spiritual arts for over sixty years, only to end up like a frog at the bottom of a well.

If one didn't know the exact age of the person in front of them, one would really suspect that he was an old monster.

Only through such arduous practice as hers can one truly understand how difficult it is to cultivate the spirit within the acupoint.

Feng, the leader of the alliance, who was also a master from Sichuan, was somewhat confused at this moment.

"Grand Commander, what is this 'Mind Network'?"

"It can confine your heart to a spiritual world, cut off from the mundane world, and then gather the three treasures until all your energy and spirit are drained, and your heart is also devoured, unable to support the spiritual world anymore, and falls into the abyss."

Zhou Yi analyzed the situation meticulously and pointed out, "Therefore, no matter how much true energy you inject into him, it will be of no use."

"Only by breaking down his mental world can we bring him back."

The members, elders, and even leaders of the four major clans, upon hearing this, felt not only that it was mysterious, but also had great doubts.

Can't understand!
This mental net is incredibly strange, directly trapping people in the gates of hell. It sounds like a terrifying and profound martial art, but I couldn't quite grasp its essence at the moment.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt there was a huge chasm between himself and this white-robed Grand Commander.

The Heavenly Mother was the first to react, realizing that Ba Meng had been ambushed by a martial arts master, but her aged face was full of doubt:

"How is that possible?"

“When you guide your spirit outside the body, even if it merges with true qi within another person’s body, it cannot last long, just like when a person dies and their qi dissipates. Essence and qi detached from the human body are dead things.”

Zhou Yi's gaze toward the Divine Granny was somewhat presumptuous, as if he were looking at a greenhorn.

Are you cultivating the ultimate spiritual realm?

"Yes."

"Then let me ask you, what is the ultimate goal of refining the spirit within the acupoint?"

Everyone looked at the Goddess, whose silver ornaments and precious stones trembled all over her body, and she was slightly curled up, as if she dared not answer.

This master from Sichuan was stumped by the question.

The old woman had the answer in her heart, and if others asked or had not experienced this place, she would definitely answer immediately.

Looking at Zhou Yi's all-knowing gaze, she felt utterly insecure.

If decades of arduous practice are entirely wrong, wouldn't one invite ridicule?

However, I am also eager to know the answer.

She sighed inwardly, disregarding all pretense of saving face: "Master, what is the ultimate goal of refining the spirit?"

When Zhou Yi saw that the old woman's attitude had changed drastically, he realized that she had never seen the Four Great Classical Books, or even the spiritual secrets of the Great Ming Sect.

Seeing that she was still full of curiosity despite her age, I responded seriously:
"That's exactly the opposite of what you're saying. The ultimate spiritual realm doesn't sense anything beyond the void, nor does it become a dead thing after leaving the human body."

“The spirit can be substantial. For example, Guang Chengzi, the teacher of the Yellow Emperor, after he wrote the Longevity Formula, broke through the Vajra and used his primordial spirit to break through the void and go away.”

"If the essence and vital energy dissipate as soon as they leave the body, how can one refine the spirit and break through its shattering?"

The spacious room fell into a deathly silence, and most people couldn't even get a word in edgewise.

The old woman remained silent for a while, her withered face devoid of any expression. She blankly thanked Zhou Yi, her eyes looking much like those of the living dead when they first awoke, as if she had suffered a major blow.

After years of arduous cultivation, I suddenly discovered the truth: my understanding had always been wrong.

It was like a sharp knife stabbing into her chest; if her mental strength hadn't far surpassed that of ordinary people, she would have collapsed by now.

Sina looked at her master, feeling very worried about her.

The leader of the alliance was even more respectful:

"Grand Commander, there are still many in our Ba Alliance who are trapped in the web of the mind and teetering on the brink of death. Could you please use your skillful hand again to pull them back as well? This favor is as heavy as Mount Tai, and the Ba Alliance will never forget it!"

Zhou Yi's gaze swept over the other leaders of the four major clans, finally settling on Feng Zhen.

"From urgent to less urgent, the Alliance Leader first sent over the clansmen in critical condition who were on the verge of death. Breaking their mental and emotional defenses was also very tiring and exhausting for me. I could only rescue them one by one."

Upon hearing this, the four leaders bowed deeply in thanks.

Before long, the seven-star lamps in the main room were lit again.

The Bamen people then brought in two more undead people who were on the verge of death.

One of them was an elder of the Yao ethnic group.

If Zhou Yi hadn't been here, this elder would have been dead without a doubt.

The Heavenly Goddess stopped speaking. Her white hair was disheveled, and she leaned against Zhou Yi the whole time, like a female zombie, watching him use his magic to awaken the Yao clan elder.

This elder was an old acquaintance of hers, but no one spoke at this moment.

After saving the person, Zhou Yi sat down to meditate and could not be disturbed.

The awakening of the Yao elder greatly excited the people of the four major tribes of Bayannur, confirming that the Grand Commander was their savior.

Even the Heavenly Goddess knows the rules.

Zhou Yi circulated his internal energy to regulate his breathing, so she stood further away to avoid being disliked.

During this time, she went to study other undead.

But the result was the same; I couldn't sense the mental network.

Even Feng Zhen, Jiao Luofeng, and others tried, but even though they knew the answer, they couldn't get it right, which was discouraging and frustrating.

Many people even suspect that all of this is just a cover-up.

The truth is that the Grand Commander entered the underworld and had some kind of secret pact with King Yama, so he ordered Ox-Head and Horse-Face to unlock the chains and release him.

This also aligns with the ancient myths and legends passed down among the four major clans.

On his first night in the ancient village of Bayannur, Zhou Yi woke up six living dead.

The Heavenly Goddess observed the whole thing, occasionally finding a moment to ask a question.

After Zhou Yi finished speaking, she went to the side to study on her own.

Shi Qingxuan had already put away the Bagua mirror, so it seemed there was no chance of it appearing in the dark.

She was closer than the sorceress, and watched him save people and meditate up close.

The concepts of Yin-Yang mediums and spiritual magic were all new to her, so she didn't find them boring.

For the next six days, day and night, life went on like this.

Two major phenomena have emerged in the BAFTA.

After Zhou Yi arrived, no new undead appeared.

Those who regained consciousness recounted their experiences while half-dead in the village.

Stories of gods, ghosts, and monsters are naturally indispensable.

These ghost stories were always associated with Taoist priests, which led to ordinary people in the villages of the Qiang, Yi, Miao, and Yao ethnic groups also hearing them.

The stories that have been passed down among the common people have become increasingly legendary.

In the realms of Yin and Yang in Sichuan and Chongqing, the Heavenly Goddess originally stood proudly, her position as stable as Mount Tai.

Now, however, he has been suppressed by the Celestial Master and has become an old spiritual medium who has received guidance from the Celestial Master.

Just as the undead in Ba Meng were about to awaken, the Three Heroes of the Yellow River and Shi Li Kuang were leading their men to bid farewell to Feng Zhen.

"Following the Alliance Leader, now that this matter is settled, we will return to Guanzhong to send a message to Lord Peng."

Wu Sansi handed over a letter.

"This is?"

"Please trouble the Alliance Leader to pass this on to the Grand Commander."

Feng Zhen was in a good mood and smiled at this Zhuge Liang: "Why not stay a few more days and celebrate with us? Wouldn't it be better if you personally delivered this letter to the Grand Commander?"

Wu Sansi smiled and declined, "Thank you for your kindness, Alliance Leader, but we've already been delayed for quite some time. Master Peng must be getting impatient."

"As for this letter, I'll trouble the Alliance Leader to pass it on."

"Ok."

Feng Zhen put the letter into his sleeve, then suddenly looked serious: "Please pass on a message to Brother Tao: Ba Meng will no longer be able to turn towards Guanzhong."

Wu Sansi was not surprised at all.

“My husband Peng didn’t mean that either.”

"Oh?"

His words surprised Feng Zhen: "According to geography and the situation in the world, isn't Brother Tao working for the Li clan?"

Wu Sansi said, "The gang leader has never sided with the Yellow River Gang with the Li Clan."

As the deputy leader, his words naturally carry weight.

Leader Feng wasn't a fool either. Judging from the Yellow River Gang's reaction before and after Zhou Yi's ascent of the mountain, this matter was clearly not simple.

However, if the Bameng's attitude can change, the Yellow River faction might as well.

The charm of the Li family is far less than that of the man in the village.

"Take care on your journey, I await news from Brother Tao."

"Farewell."

The three heroes of the Yellow River and Hu Xiuhuai bowed to each other, glanced at the ancient village of Bayannur, and then turned and left.

I have a lot to say, but it's not the right thing to do.

After all, the Yellow River Gang doesn't actually make the decisions.

They could have stayed a few more days, but Li Yuanji had already arrived at Duzun Fort. If he asked them to come, they would not be able to refuse, and they would end up pleasing neither side.

"The most important thing right now is to return to Guanzhong and have a proper discussion with Master Peng."

"good."

Fan Shaoming clicked his tongue in amazement:

"Fortunately, we have Lao Hu's connection, otherwise we might have gotten ourselves into big trouble. The waves in Jianghuai are too big, and we can't board the Li clan's ship. I can't think of any way that Li Yuan can compare to this Grand Commander. Pengye should wake up."

Wu Sansi nodded in agreement: "The Ba Alliance has received such a great favor, and will surely side with the Grand Commander just like the Sichuan Gang. Although the Western Turks have a relationship with the Ba Alliance, I'm afraid it can't change the fact that Bashu is left with only Duzun Fort."

Xi Jie said, "Jie Hui is a rather stubborn person."

Wu Sansi shook his head: "It's no use. No matter how stubborn he is, he only has one life."

"The most terrifying thing about this Grand Commander is that he is too young. The three great masters of the martial arts world are very old and therefore rarely interact. But he has plenty of time. Our Yellow River Gang should not offend such a person."

Hu Xiuhuai was quite straightforward: "If Master Peng decides to stick with the Li family, I will leave the gang and return to my hometown of Longquan, never to concern myself with the affairs of the martial world again."

Wu Sansi patted him on the shoulder and comforted him:

"Don't worry, Master Peng isn't stupid. He doesn't have that deep a relationship with Li Yuan."

"If it's really as you say, Lao Hu, then I'll leave the gang too."

"Yeah~!"

Fan Shaoming and Xi Jie shouted in unison, "We don't want to be ungrateful either, so let's just leave without offending either side."

Apart from the gang leader, the Yellow River Gang members have the most say.

The four of them traveled and discussed along the way, and just as they were about to leave Chengdu, they indeed received an invitation from Li Yuanji.

However, they had already embarked on their return journey, and with a pressing reason, they left without any apparent difficulty.

The three families of Li Yuanji, Liangdi, and Xiqin are currently entangled with Jie Hui at Duzun Fort.

Once involved, one must join forces with Duzun Fortress to fight against various experts who covet the Evil Emperor's Relic.

The four were thankful they had left in time.

They continued their journey, heading straight for Jinshan County.

Meanwhile, in the Ba'an region, Zhou Yi awakened the last living dead.

The four clans suppressed their excitement and joy for a day.

The next day, after Zhou Yi had meditated and recuperated, the grand feast began.

He saved over a hundred people, and on the day of the banquet, Feng Zhen personally served him a bowl of wine from a hundred families, which represented the friendship of the Bayannur League.

After Zhou Yi finished drinking, those from the four major clans who had been saved by him collectively offered another toast.

Next, he drank with the four leaders of the Qiang, Yao, Yi, and Miao ethnic groups.

The disaster in Palestine was quelled, and the celebrations were as lively as if it were Chinese New Year.

After the guests had enjoyed themselves, Zhou Yi sat alone with the leaders of the four major clans and expressed his intention to leave.

Chuanmouxun, a member of the Yi ethnic group, was the first to stand up:

"Please stay a few more days, Grand Commander, so we can have a few more drinks!"

"Yes!"

"If I don't drink for ten days or so, others will laugh at me for being impolite."

Zhou Yi smiled and said, "I thank you for your kindness, leaders, but the matter of the Sichuan Gang has not been resolved. I promised Chief Fan, and I cannot break my promise."

The others also knew about the coffin palace, so they couldn't offer any further advice.

Feng Zhen was very straightforward and said directly: "After a while, the three families of Bashu will hold a meeting, and our Qiang, Yao, Yi and Miao ethnic groups will stand on the side of the Grand Commander."

Sina, Jiao Luofeng, and Chuan Mouxun all nodded. The four major clans had already made various considerations in private, and there were no more disputes; they had reached a consensus.

Zhou Yi bowed and thanked him, then suddenly asked:

"I heard that the Western Turks are putting pressure on you in this matter?"

"That's right. Tongyaghu sent people to ask us to support the Li clan, as they want to help the Li clan fight against Jieli Khan."

Feng Zhen put on a serious face: "Grand Commander, you can rest assured that although the Western Turks have offered generous benefits, they cannot influence our decision."

"The only obstacle now is Duzunbao."

"If we cannot persuade Jie Hui, even if the Ba Alliance and the Sichuan Gang speak out for the Grand Commander together, the situation in Bashu will still remain deadlocked."

Zhou Yi was not worried at all, and instead advised Feng Zhen: "This is the worst outcome of this trip, but I can accept it."

The four understood what he meant.

Chuan Mouxun's old face was stern and solemn: "We will do our best to persuade Jie Hui. If we fail, the Ba Alliance's position will never change before the world is settled."

Both Jiao Luofeng and Sina shared this attitude.

Feng Zhen reminded him, "Jie Hui has had many exchanges with the Li clan. Li Yuan must have made many promises to him by sending Li Yuanji here this time. I wonder how the Grand Commander plans to discuss this with Jie Hui?"

"After learning about the attitudes of the others and Chief Fan, my thoughts have changed."

"Oh?"

The four leaders all looked at Zhou Yi, and saw him smile.
"With the support of your two families, the troops of Bashu will find it difficult to advance down the river. This is in line with my wishes. It is not my desire to disrupt the peace of the people here. It would be best if there were no war and they could continue to live in peace."

"What attitude Jie Hui holds at this moment is actually no longer important."

"Therefore, I will give him a chance to choose."

“If he makes the wrong choice after I go to Duzun Fort, he will regret it later.”

For some reason, the four leaders felt a chill run down their spines as they listened to his soft words.

The Martial Arts Judge has been a formidable figure in Sichuan for many years, and even the leaders of the Ba Alliance have to show him deference.

However, in this person's eyes...

Duzunbao seemed to lack any authority, and his purpose was completely different from that of the Li clan and the people from the Western Qin Liang Kingdom.

It wasn't about asking Duzunbao to do something, but about making him realize his place.

But these boastful words, when applied to this person, made the people of the Barisan Nasional feel that it was as it should be.

The alliance leader, observing the situation, immediately expressed his opinion:
"Although Duzun Fortress is powerful, as long as we agree with Chief Fan, it will be impossible for Duzun Fortress's army to sail down the Three Gorges. We can guarantee that."

That's enough.

Zhou Yi smiled with satisfaction and chatted with the four leaders for a few more minutes.

Then, accompanied by thousands of people from the four major clans, they left the ancient village.

"Heavenly Master."

Less than a mile from the ancient village, an old woman with white hair waited on the left side of the road by a stream.

It was none other than the Heavenly Goddess.

With the help of members of the Sichuan Gang and the Yellow River Gang, Shenmu also learned about Zhou Yi's other identities.

When he turned his gaze towards her, the old woman spoke again: "I have a question I would like to ask you."

"tell me the story."

The Heavenly Mother asked, "From which aperture should one refine the essential spirit?"

"It's not fixed, but the Great Aperture at the Top of the Sky is definitely possible."

"Thank you!"

A sinister smile appeared on the gaunt, cold face of the old woman. In fact, she wanted to express her gratitude, but that was the look on her face when she smiled.

She's too old to figure it out anymore.

Zhou Yi's one sentence saved her years of hard work.

"If the Celestial Master needs manpower, he may send my Unity Sect. Although our sect is not as famous as the Sovereign Fortress, it is still the largest sect among the three major powers in Sichuan and Chongqing. We can easily gather several thousand people."

Zhou Yi was slightly surprised; this old woman was indeed quite intelligent.

"By refining the Heavenly Peak Great Aperture, you will circulate the spirit and primordial energy within the aperture nine times, condensing them into a single thread. Once your spirit and primordial energy resonate sufficiently, you will understand what spiritual substance truly means."

The zombie-like face of the Heavenly Goddess instantly broke into a wide grin, filled with surprise.

She was startled and turned around to see that the young man in white and the girl in blue had already left.

He immediately prostrated himself on the ground and shouted:
"I am old and nearing the end of my life, but I have received the Heavenly Master's blessing, which is like giving me a second life. I will enshrine him in a shrine and never forget it."

The old woman cried out, but there was no one in sight ahead.

She had been grieving deeply a few days ago, but now she was overjoyed. In her daze, she was helped up by her beloved disciple, Sina, who had rushed over.

Sina never expected that her master would be so excited.

She arrived late and had no idea what had happened.

He glanced around and saw no one except for the Divine Mother, only a small bridge over a stream, wildflowers and weeds: "Master, why is this?"

"Hey hey hey"

The old woman laughed gleefully, her white hair flowing freely, appearing almost mad.

Only those who sincerely practice martial arts and cultivate diligently can understand how difficult it is for her to control her emotions after suddenly gaining insight.

“Disciple, from this day forward, our Unity Sect will undergo a complete transformation. When I return to the sect, I will immediately register the Celestial Master in the sect's annals and enshrine him according to ancestral laws.”

"Also, you must remember that no matter what other people's attitudes are, you must stand on the side of the Celestial Master."

Sina nodded; this was the attitude of the BAM.

He then added, "I suspect there will be some trouble at the Duzun Fortress meeting this time."

"so what?"

The old woman sneered: "What kind of martial arts judge is he? He's nothing. If trouble arises, it's only because he's blind."

"The Celestial Master has already expounded the ultimate spiritual realm and attained the wonders of the divine. His power is unimaginable. The mere Duzun Fortress is nothing but a clay chicken and a tile dog. He really thinks he is someone important. He is extremely foolish."

Sina's face twitched slightly.

Master, you weren't like this before.

The goddess's transformation was so swift that it caught her completely off guard.

If my memory serves me right, about two weeks ago, my master harbored some resentment towards this Taoist master from Nanyang who was using his name to his advantage.

It's only been a short time, yet they already hold it in such high esteem and admiration.

While she was lost in thought, the old woman began to extoll the virtues of the Celestial Master, and took the opportunity to praise the people of Ba Meng and the Sichuan Gang.

The martial arts master Judge, who dominated Sichuan and Chongqing, was criticized by the Divine Mother as utterly worthless.
At the beginning of the hour of You (5-7 PM), the scenery in front of Zhou Yi changed drastically.

Ancient cypress trees reach for the sky, bamboo groves flourish, and red walls surround an inner pagoda that soars into the blue sky, while the temple buildings stand tall and majestic.

That is the Great Stone Temple.

"Among the temples near Chengdu, this one is the largest. Although it cannot compare to the Jingnian Temple in Luoyang, it is considered magnificent in Sichuan."

Shi Qingxuan stayed here for two years and became very familiar with everything around Dashi Temple.

Not hearing Zhou Yi's response, she turned to see him listening intently.

There are people inside, and quite a few of them.

Although Shi Qingxuan did not hear it, she believed in his hearing.

"Chief Fan said that all the monks in Da Shi Temple had run away, and the origins of these people who have taken over the temple are unknown."

Is there a shortcut around the back of the mountain?

"Okay, come with me."

After speaking, Shi Qingxuan led the way. Her martial arts skills were not high, but her lightness skill was outstanding.

The two walked around a bamboo grove outside the courtyard wall.

Shi Qingxuan focused her voice into a line and explained the approximate location inside the courtyard wall to him.

From the Hall of Heavenly Kings, the Hall of Seven Buddhas, and the Great Buddha Hall, then circle around to the Sutra Repository.
This temple is indeed quite large.

Upon reaching the back of the mountain, the bamboo and trees became even denser. A spring breeze rustled through the forest, occasionally punctuated by a clear bird song, creating a serene and tranquil atmosphere.

The Green Bamboo Cottage that Shi Qingxuan mentioned was not inside the temple's courtyard, but it was very close to another detached kitchen.

Intermittent voices could be heard from the other side, and wisps of smoke rose from the chimney, mingling with the aroma of rice and meat.

"This is it."

She focused her voice and pointed to a dilapidated two-story house.

It was clear that no one had taken care of it for a long time, as there were spider webs on the eaves and windows.

Gently push open a window, jump in one after the other, and you'll see Shi Qingxuan standing still, looking around as if she's trying to recall the past through the things from that time.

finally.
Her eyes lit up, she lifted a tattered straw mat, and then went to knock on the mechanism on the ground.

It is similar in structure to Lu Miaozi's comfortable nest.

With a "click," the wooden board opened.

However, what appeared was not a road leading down, but only a small storage space, less than half a zhang in length and width, and no more than four chi in depth.

There were some items inside, covered in a layer of old dust.

The fake relic should be a yellow crystal. Zhou Yi had a clear goal and his eyes swept over it instantly.

However, no matching item could be found.

The most abundant thing there was books.

After shaking off the dust, Zhou Yi opened the book and found it contained medical books, books on mechanical engineering, and musical scores.

However, these things do not look old, especially a thick medical book, which contains some pictures of flowers and plants, but they are not complete and are drawn in a very messy way.

"Did you draw it?"

"Yes, that was a long time ago."

Zhou Yi put down the medical book and searched again, but there was no yellow crystal. The most useful thing was a book wrapped in cowhide.

He glanced at it and realized it was a martial arts manual.

Upon closer inspection, the contents were surprisingly insightful.

"Grand Commander, that was left to me by my mother for practicing martial arts."

"Oh, sorry."

Zhou Yi smiled and handed the book back to her.

Shi Qingxuan didn't take it: "I'm not interested in this. Since you've already seen it, I'll give it to you."

Zhou Yi didn't refuse and promised:

"If you don't like martial arts, then I'll have someone find medical books, musical scores, and mechanical arts to send to you."

"No, I can't finish reading all my books."

She smiled lightly, not giving Zhou Yi a chance to speak: "The fake relic isn't here. Aren't you disappointed?"

"It's alright, I'm not the one who's anxious about Duzun Fortress."

Shi Qingxuan didn't want to ruin his plans, so she thought for a moment and said, "Let's go ask Master Yuan. If he doesn't have it either, I'll take you to the Evil Emperor Temple."

She took a short flute from under the storage mechanism and then closed the mechanism.

Just then, footsteps approached from the kitchen.

The machine clicked, and a burly man staring at the half-open window heard it clearly.

"Who is there?!"

A muffled shout, accompanied by strange syllables, came from someone who either had difficulty speaking or was not fluent in Mandarin.

Zhou Yi prefers the latter.

Shi Qingxuan gestured for him to leave, but then saw him cover the rotten straw mat back up.

At this moment, several more people rushed over, clearly having heard the shouts.

If the two of them were to leave at this moment, they could still easily shake off the person.

But as soon as Shi Qingxuan stepped out, she discovered that Zhou Yi, who had closed the window again, was not heading towards the back mountain, but instead was being confronted by a burly man wielding a steel gun.

The burly man was broad-shouldered and nearly eight feet tall. He had a long scar on his broad forehead, and below it, his eye sockets were deep-set. His eyes were unusually fierce, and his face was full of scars. His mouth opened and closed wide enough to frighten a child into stopping crying.

Upon seeing Zhou Yi rush out of the window, he didn't say a word and immediately thrust his gun at him!
Strangely enough, the fierce man's aura changed drastically the moment he wielded his spear.

His gunshots were like a torrent of water, full of the fierce and indomitable spirit of the battlefield, as well as an indomitable and domineering aura.

Once the momentum starts, it is accompanied by psychological pressure.

This imposing presence can create immense psychological pressure, causing opponents to frighten before the battle even begins.

Zhou Yi initially thought they were Jieli's Golden Wolf Guards, but he immediately dismissed that idea after they made their move.

First, avoid the spear thrust of the burly man in front of you.

Instead of retreating, they advanced and moved closer to the other three who were rushing towards them.

Like the burly man, the three men each wielded a long spear, and their spear techniques were exactly the same.

The four formed a spear formation and, seeing Zhou Yi only dodging and retreating within the formation, assumed they had it in the bag.

"Kid, die!"

The burly man roared, unleashing his top-tier strength to the fullest. He unleashed a spear flourish the size of a bowl, and a peculiar burst of energy appeared at the spearhead, highly concentrated, before emitting a white light that struck towards Zhou Yi's protective aura.

"Which martial arts school is this?"

Zhou Yi looked surprised.

"Hehehe~!"

Beside the burly man, the tall man mocked in broken Chinese, "Boy, you're blind! This is the invincible Canhe Jin, which is specifically designed to break through protective true qi. No matter how slippery your movements are, how long can you hold out?"

Mixed forces?
He realized: "Northern Overlord Spear? So you are the Murong clan of Tuyuhun."

The burly man, as strong as a bear, sneered: "That's right, prepare to die!"

The four men were surging with unparalleled true energy, their spear tips flashing white light, blocking all of Zhou Yi's escape routes. They stared at their prey, knowing this would be a fatal blow.

However.
The prey, which had just been relying on its agility to maneuver, suddenly changed its tactics.

A strange sense of spatial contraction suddenly appeared at the tip of the spear. Just as the spear lost its strength, a flash of light appeared on the white sleeve, and all four spears were caught.

The four were utterly horrified.

The next moment, a strange force rushed into their minds through the spear, shattering their mental pressure!
Such a profound mental shock caused them to lose their focus and become disoriented during the battle.

A sharp pain shot through my chest, and my eyes were already stained with blood.

Zhou Yi seized the four guns, threw them backhand, and the guns roared, penetrating the hearts of the four men.

At that moment, numerous footsteps could be heard inside the Dashi Temple.

One of the sounds of wind being cut was extremely sharp.

Zhou Yi didn't want to deal with this, so he flashed away and caught up with Shi Qingxuan, who was waiting in the bamboo forest, and fled into the depths of the forest.

After a while, seeing that no one was chasing them, the two slowed their pace.

Shi Qingxuan asked curiously, "Why don't you just leave?"

"not too good."

"Why?"

In the bamboo forest, Zhou Yi glanced at the Great Stone Temple behind him:
“If you had left directly just now, the things you left behind would have been discovered, and they might have burned them.”

"Oh, it's nothing important."

“Those were all Miss Shi’s childhood belongings. Because I destroyed them, I will be in big trouble.”

As if he had heard his words, a bright, melodious laugh, like the sound of silver bells, rang out amidst the rustling of the wind through the bamboo forest.
……

(End of this chapter)