Sword from the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 64 Separated by Life and Death
The Ren family relatives, who were wailing beside the coffin, were all trembling with fear.

Looking closely at the coffin, the coffin lid wobbled slightly again!
Now everyone can see it clearly.

"My God, it's coming back to life!"

"Old Master Ren has come back to life!"

People around screamed in surprise.

The Ren family members stumbled and crawled in panic. The visual impact beside the coffin was too great, and their legs went weak. They didn't care about their ugly appearance.

The timid ones were so frightened that they ran away.

He ran while shouting "Zombie!"
The mourners around the funeral hall stared at the coffin, and they all got goosebumps.

When their gaze fell upon Master Yi, they couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.

Who is this person?
Legend has it that the Tongtian Shenmu of the Bashu Heyi Sect can communicate between Yin and Yang, but that is just a rumor in the martial arts world.

Moreover, the scene before our eyes was even more bizarre than the rumors.

Then the young Taoist priest recited a strange and bizarre scripture, and it was revealed that the dead Old Master Ren was about to return from the underworld!

Compared to them, even the Heavenly Goddess seems like a greenhorn.

The members of the Tiankui Sect were all dumbfounded.

A strange man from Huai'an Prefecture went to Bashu and happened to meet another strange man by the roadside, who turned out to be a man who also manipulated yin and yang.

And
That's overly professional.

“This is not good. Did Master Yi misread the scripture?” Lü Wuxia took a few steps back.

"How did you turn the ritual of deliverance into a summoning of the soul?"

Ying Yu wanted to say, "Junior sister, it's not appropriate for you to question someone to their face like that."

But he immediately changed his mind.

Perhaps my junior sister wasn't wrong.

"Boom~!"

It got even louder!

The coffin lid of Old Master Ren was tightly closed, and it couldn't be pried open this time.

But Old Master Ren really did want to come out!
Dark clouds loomed low, a chilling wind swept through, and a muffled clap of thunder sounded, causing the red lacquered coffin in the mourning hall of the Ren family mansion to be stirred once more!
A crack was visible in the coffin lid.

An old hand reached out, and even the most daring mourners cried out "Oh my god!" and fled in panic.

The few who didn't run away did so entirely because of the mysterious Master Yi.

Despite such an eerie and strange sight, he stood in front of the coffin pacing back and forth, showing no fear whatsoever.

Look at the yin-yang banner next to him, could it be some kind of 'Ten Thousand Souls Banner' used to collect souls?
"quick!"

Ren Jingfu shouted, "Quickly, press down on my father's coffin lid!"

"What are you waiting for? Go now!"

"Yes!!"

Among the Ren family's guards, eight strong men, each weighing over 200 pounds, rushed out. Four of them were tied with hemp ropes, and four of them jumped onto the coffin lid.

"Hey everyone, give it your all!"

They shouted and coordinated, pulling the hemp rope while pressing down on the coffin lid.

"Boom" sound.

The coffin lid was pressed down again.

Ren Jingfu breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this and prepared to ask Zhou Yi what was going on.

suddenly
A fierce gust of wind suddenly emerged from the coffin!

"Bang~!"

With a loud bang, the red lacquered coffin exploded, sending wood chips flying everywhere!

The rope snapped into several pieces with a crack, and the four burly men pulling on it all fell backward from the strain.

The four people on the coffin lid were thrown off, and with a cry of pain, they knocked over the funeral hall decorations.

An elderly man with white hair, dressed in a burial shroud, leaped out from the swirling wood chips.

"This palm strike! Old Master Ren didn't even lose his power!" Ying Yu exclaimed in alarm.

When a person dies, their achievements are lost; this is the norm. Could it be that Old Master Ren is not dead?!

The Tiankui Sect members stared intently at the matter.

The old man's face was deathly pale, his eyes were empty and lifeless, devoid of any vitality.

Such an anomaly is truly perplexing and chilling.

"father!"

Although Ren Jingfu was afraid, he still took a step forward.

He stared at the old man's pale face, and cried out with a mixture of excitement and fear, "Father, have you come back?"

Without saying a word, Old Master Ren suddenly raised his hand and struck!
Ren Jingfu quickly leaped up and dodged the palm strike.

With a loud "bang!"
The mourning hall behind him collapsed, and a palm print was left on the wall, with dust billowing up, looking extremely fierce.

Ren Jingfu was taken aback.

"what happened?"

"This palm technique is not from my family's martial arts style!"

Zhou Yi stared at Old Master Ren, while Ying Yu drew his long, narrow sword.

"help!"

Several members of the Tiankui Sect rushed out, and Ren Jingfu hurriedly shouted, "My esteemed disciples, do not draw your swords!"

Ying Yu's sword was halfway through its strike when he heard this, so he quickly withdrew.

Upon hearing the news, Old Master Ren struck again.

Ying Yu had just withdrawn his strength, so he couldn't muster his full inner energy. He could only hastily raise his palm to meet the attack. His three fellow disciples raised their palms to help, but they were all sent flying by Old Master Ren's palm strike.

Lu Wuxia and another junior sister helped deflect the force, and the six of them together crashed down the other side of the mourning shed before finally stopping! "Senior Brother!"

Several people shouted, and Ying Yu coughed, clutching his chest, and quickly reminded them:

"There is a fierce aura in your palm; you must not take it head-on."

"Old Master Ren's condition is strange. Fortunately, he is not at his peak. Otherwise, with his skill, I would have been killed by this palm strike."

"cough cough"

Ying Yu coughed three times, and still spat out a mouthful of blood.

Lu Wuxia asked, "What exactly is going on?"

Just as I was wondering, another seven or eight men were knocked away, each blow fraught with danger.

If a knife is used, it will inevitably injure the body.

Ren Jingfu looked at his father's gloomy face and felt he couldn't bear to do it unless absolutely necessary.

He immediately stepped ahead of everyone else, deflected the palm strikes, and fought his father across the divide between the realms of Yin and Yang.

I only hope that my father's strength will be exhausted so that he can rest in peace.

Zhou Yi, watching from the side, gradually noticed something amiss.

The father and son use the exact same martial arts style.

When Ren Jingfu strikes, his movements appear gentle and weak, but in reality, each strike is quietly gathering strength, concealing immense power in silence.

After the next long breath, the power suddenly erupted!

This is the unique martial art "River Does Not Leave the Diagram".

The Ren family indeed has a connection with Taoist martial arts; the principles of tranquility and returning to one's origin are hidden in every move.

Old Master Ren's methods were the same as Ren Jingfu's.

However, the palm strike is quite different.

When he struck out, the force of his palm was extremely fierce from bottom to top, like a rising dark flame. The energy surged along the meridians of his arm to his palm, so every time he struck out, there was a chaotic force causing trouble!

If Ren Jingfu had fought in this way, his meridians would have been disordered long ago.

But Mr. Ren managed it well.

Zhou Yi noticed that Old Master Ren's arm was bulging with spasms as he kept walking.

His eyes lit up!
Suddenly, I felt as if the clouds had parted and the sun was shining through.

That’s it~!

"Eh~!!"

The head of the Ren family took another blow, but his son was no match for his father and was knocked down by Old Master Ren.

Although this helped to deflect the force, it caused internal injuries.

"There's no other way, your unfilial son has no choice but to resort to surgery on you."

Just as Ren Jingfu was thinking this, a figure suddenly flew in and blocked his way.

Upon closer inspection, who else could it be but Master Yi?!

"Taoist priest, be careful!"

He gave a warning, but Old Master Ren had already struck out with his palm.

The figure in the Taoist robe flashed and passed through the old man's palm.

With a chase and a dodge, Old Master Ren's three consecutive palm strikes all missed their mark.

His straightforward palm technique, no matter how fierce the palm wind, is unlikely to pose a fatal threat to a master of lightness skills.

Zhou Yi observed the energy surging around Old Master Ren's body, and when it reached his chest, he leaped over it.

At this time, there was an altar between them and Old Master Ren.

A row of candles was placed on the altar, and the candlelight was burning brightly.

Zhou Yi channeled his inner energy with both hands, and pointed a finger across the altar!
"Pfft~!!"

He used his strength to send the flame of a candle flying through the air, solidifying his finger energy into a line of fire that struck Old Master Ren directly.

One, two, three!

Zhou Yi plucked the candle faster and faster, urging it to burn seven times to ignite its flame!
All of them hit Old Master Ren in the chest!
The onlookers were all astonished, for they saw flames shooting out from a distance with a flick of the finger, a truly spectacular sight.

Until the last two candle flames were released simultaneously, Old Master Ren swayed, and the strange energy surging in his chest was dispersed by Zhou Yi.

This surge of energy that invaded his body was the real culprit behind his qi deviation.

The ominous aura dissipated instantly.

At this moment, Old Master Ren slightly turned his neck.

A hint of life appeared on his face as he looked in the direction of Ren Jingfu.

Before closing his eyes, a look of relief seemed to flash across his face.

"Dad~!!"

Ren Jingfu cried out in grief, ignoring his injuries, and rushed forward to embrace his father's body.

Just now, exchanging blows with his father reminded him of the scene decades ago when his father taught him martial arts.

The man, who was in his forties or fifties, seemed to have completely forgotten the strange events that had just occurred, and tears welled up in his eyes.

An irreparable sadness, difficult to express to others.

Zhou Yi took out the paper banner and lit it on the last candle.

At this moment, he softly began to recite the Taishang Dongyuan Scripture.

Ren Jingfu turned his gaze to the Taoist figure in robes across the altar.

In the flickering candlelight, that young face seemed shrouded in an indescribable mystery. He then bowed and said:

"My father is now at peace, thank you Master Yi."

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(End of this chapter)