Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 410 A New Chapter in a Century: The First Grand Event is Before Us
Bang bang! !
After Chu Tianshu finished carving the stone tablet in front of him, he patted it twice, and stone chips fell down in a flurry.

A few pebbles bounced to the edge of the small pavilion in the middle of the lake and fell into the water.

The fish in the lake thought they had food, so they quietly swam over, touched it a couple of times, and then avoided it when they found there was no smell of food.

"Come on, come on, take a look at how well I've carved it!"

Chu Tianshu called out, and the group of people who were drinking tea, wine, snacks, and practicing martial arts in the small pavilion in the middle of the lake all gathered around.

"Excellent! Exquisite craftsmanship, unparalleled skill! In my opinion, the contents of this stone tablet are exactly the same as those on the original stone slab, and even more vivid!"

Old Madam Gao, holding her wine bowl, launched into a tirade of praise without a second thought.

Master Yinsha, in front of his own disciple, had to maintain some composure. He stroked his beard and examined the stone for a moment before nodding and saying, "Indeed, it is exactly the same as the one on the stone slab."

Lu Yuande stroked his beard and nodded in agreement.

The master and disciple from the Purple Mansion Sect moved with remarkably synchronized rhythm.

Xiao Liang was more straightforward.

"Why are you carving this? I don't think just memorizing it and carving it on the stone tablet a few times will help you understand the content."

This information all comes from those stone tablets of the Tongxuan School.

The stone slab itself is not particularly special in terms of material; it is simply not as easily weathered, similar to the stone slab used to record the general outline of Penglai.

Chu Tianshu found records about the legends of immortals at the Tongxuan Sect.

Knowing that these stone slabs might have come from those fellow villagers who clung to their grottoes back then, only to have them swept away along with the winds of transformation.

However, he would prefer to take the "Tai Xu Tian Yan" back to his hometown.

Once the Qi gauge is full, I wonder if the extra accumulation will be enough to carry more solid scriptures.

Therefore, he planned to memorize it by rote first, whether he understood it or not was another matter, as long as he could make a perfect imitation.

Within the Tongxuan Sect, he had already memorized the partially deciphered scriptures and blueprints regarding the weapon-refining content on these stone slabs.

Unfortunately, how to transform weapon crafting into cultivation is something Zhang Tongxuan himself has only realized after many years of experience.

Only a small portion of the techniques were recorded by Zhang Tongxuan in writing for his disciples, such as how to use a small amount of Daoist Qi to cause changes in the gaseous Qi of the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Armor, automatically turning it into a liquid state.

How exactly did he cultivate the "Great Void Heavenly Eye," a treasure not found on the stone slab? How did he allow the Great Void Heavenly Eye to roam freely within his physical body...?

He didn't know whether he was unwilling to write most of this content or unable to describe it accurately; in any case, he couldn't find the manuscript.

"You don't understand this."

Chu Tianshu said to Xiao Liang, "Just seeing with your eyes and memorizing it in your heart is only equivalent to your brain memorizing it."

"If I personally carve it several times, it's as if all my muscles, bones, and blood have been memorized several times as well."

Xiao Liang laughed and said, "Alright, you always have a point. I'll go see how Old Man Huang is doing."

Chu Tianshu glanced at the sky outside.

"It's almost lunchtime. I'll go and see what dishes those people are preparing today."

The eight enlightened beings who were rescued were all carefully selected by Zhang Tongxuan. None of them had ever practiced demonic arts on their own, and all of them were of sound mind.

Even Chen Wenxin of the Chen family was among the most renowned of the prominent families. Back then, he not only encouraged scholars from humble backgrounds to pursue their careers, but also had a set of policies to support the common people, various industries, and soldiers.

Zhang Tongxuan wanted something that contrasted sharply with the nature of the demonic path, so that it would be suitable for use.

Unfortunately, Chen Wenxin's third son indulged in empty talk and pleasure, drinking and composing poetry, and lingering in romantic affairs. Moreover, this third son had little affection for his many grandsons, but there is no need to elaborate on these points.

Because Chen Zhuangzhi not only killed his own brothers and father, but also his second and eldest uncles. His clansmen were either lackeys, human furnaces, or corpses under his control.

Therefore, Chen Wenxin returned to the Chen family home first.

However, the Huangshan Patriarch was not in a hurry to return to Huangshan. Instead, he came to this manor with four enlightened hermits to recuperate.

Chu Tianshu and Xiao Liang went to the East Courtyard and saw the Huangshan Patriarch writing.

A large calligraphy brush, as tall as itself, is dipped directly into water and used to write on the dry stone brick floor.

When a person leaves, so does their pen. It's said that one uses the pen, but it's also like using a gun, and even more so, it's a way to heal wounds.

Of the four hermit elders, only one was here, squatting on the railing of the corridor, holding a calligraphy scroll in his hands. He looked at the scroll for a while, then at the handwriting in the courtyard, nodding frequently.

“Back then, there was a mountain monk who was practicing calligraphy but couldn’t get the hang of it. I stayed at his small temple for a few days, caught two snakes, and threw them in front of him, so he could watch the two snakes fight.”

The old man who was studying calligraphy praised him, saying, "He has accumulated a lot of knowledge and experience, and has finally grasped the beauty of strength. He has suddenly become enlightened, and his calligraphy skills have immediately developed into a style of his own."

"Although I can give him pointers, I may not be as skilled as him in calligraphy. But seeing Brother Huangshan's calligraphy today, I can say that he is far inferior to that monk."

Looking at the writing in the courtyard, Chu Tianshu felt a sense of vigorous beauty arise in his heart.

Its strokes are like arrayed formations amidst clouds, its movements like a powerful crossbow snapping, its dots like stones falling from a high peak, and its lines like withered vines that have stood for millennia.

The left-falling stroke is like a foot moving swiftly, the right-falling stroke is like a crashing wave, and the side hook is like a crossbow releasing its full force...

Such a big pen, such big characters.

Once you can write well, it's easiest to showcase the magnificent aspect of calligraphy.

The Huangshan Patriarch wrote Sima Xiangru's "Shanglin Fu" (Rhapsody on the Shanglin Park), and given the size of this courtyard, it's only enough to copy a small section of it.

The writing stops at "The Dan River flows south, and the Ziyuan River flows north," and then continues with "The eight rivers flow in opposite directions, each with its own unique character."

Although the pen stopped, Chu Tianshu could feel the energy flowing through the eight meridians of the Huangshan Patriarch's body, each with a different momentum.

The rise and fall of the Qimen Eight Meridians, their narrowing and expanding, can be roughly perceived by outsiders, but they can still imagine that there must be meticulous details involved.

Chu Tianshu's heart stirred; this was somewhat similar to the internal energy technique he had comprehended, "One Stream Flows Across the Heavenly Mountain."

Even now, he still uses this technique when practicing the "True Scripture of the Mountain Man Boiling the Sun," but he relies on mental regulation and control.

If you find an article with a suitable artistic conception and use your writing style to guide the flow, it will be more natural and effortless.

After Huangshan Patriarch regulated his breathing, he turned his gaze slightly and first bowed to Chu Tianshu.

Upon seeing this, the elderly man, who had been engrossed in calligraphy, was also startled out of his reverie and rose to bow.

"Greetings, Master Chu."

The old man with the calligraphy scroll said in a hurry, "The Master himself has come, but the dishes that those three old geezers said they would prepare for the Master have not yet been delivered. I will go and urge them right away!"

He turned and left, walking very quickly.

These people, having been saved by Chu Tianshu, were eager to repay his kindness.

While it might be acceptable for others, these four reclusive old men had no family fortune.

Whether they lived in seclusion or roamed the world, their greatest strength lay in offering guidance to those they found pleasing, based on their rich experience and profound understanding.

However, with Chu Tianshu's cultivation level, there was no room for them to offer guidance.

For every sentence they uttered, Chu Tianshu could launch into three.

In the end, they actually gained more.

Chu Tianshu found these old men quite inspiring, especially since they had been imprisoned in the Tongxuan Sect for so many years and had a unique perspective on the sect's teachings.

However, they racked their brains to find another way to repay him, and inadvertently discovered that Chu Tianshu had a great love for food.

Three out of the four were people who loved to eat and knew how to enjoy food.

The various dishes they've made these past few days have really whetted Chu Tianshu's appetite.

Every day, as he watched the time approach noon, he couldn't resist taking a few strolls over here.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Xiao Liang was delighted to see this. Huangshan Patriarch stroked his beard and smiled, saying, "Master Chu, today, besides the delicacies made from the ingredients in the manor, perhaps we can also try the banquet outside."

Chu Tianshu asked curiously, "Which one?"

"Ha, there's no need for Master Chu to go out; someone will bring it to you."

The Huangshan Patriarch said, "Today is an auspicious day."

"Old Huang, that's your only bad thing, you're starting to keep us in suspense again."

Xiao Liang bluntly stated, "It must have been after Chen Wenxin returned home that she reorganized things, contacted various parties, and then Gao Min from the Northern Dynasty spread the word that everyone had arranged to visit and deliver gifts today."

The Huangshan Patriarch laughed and said, "Your Excellency guessed correctly right away."

Chu Tianshu had already faintly heard some noises several miles away.

I initially thought it was a joyous occasion like a wedding, so I didn't listen carefully.

Now, as he listened intently, he immediately recognized that they were indeed speaking in the tone of people from the martial arts world.

As the number of people gradually increased and the crowds gathered, people from different sects and factions met on the street, with each family having anywhere from six or seven people to dozens of people.

Those who held official positions in both dynasties, as well as those who were wandering the martial arts world, seemed to mingle among them, but their total number was less than that of the martial arts sects.

Chu Tianshu's manor originally belonged to Shen Minglai. It was located in the suburbs of Denglaishan Village, with almost no other houses nearby and a flat road.

At this time, the main road was packed with people, the procession stretching for miles, filling the roadside weeds, and the bustling voices of people exchanging greetings everywhere.

Even sects with old grudges do not want to take action today.

"The swordsmen of Zhuojun naturally presented famous swords, but what treasure did the Jie Liang Zhu Mian Hong Qiang family present?"

"Alright, it's just thirty Shu brocade robes."

"Hiss, making a robe with Shu brocade. People in the Sichuan and Chongqing martial arts world don't really know this skill. On the contrary, it is your Jie Liangren's unique skill. You really put your heart into it."

"Master Chu founded a sect. Although most of his disciples are still working in Jiyin County, they will definitely need the robes in the future. We Jiangzuo swordsmen also give this kind of gift."

Many people rode side by side on horseback, discussing amongst themselves, some with a desire to outdo each other.

Others, however, were unsure whether the gifts they sent would suit Chu Tianshu's taste.

Many people were still watching the procession of the old patriarch of the Chen family. Chen Wenxin rode alone on a horse, followed by a procession of carriages and horses.

He had lost a bit of weight since he left the Tongxuan Sect, but his spirits were much stronger. He nodded slightly when his eyes met those who looked familiar.

Many people recognized that there was a renowned chef in the group behind him, and secretly admired him.

I've heard that Chu Tianshu has a good reputation, but he hasn't been in business for long. I'm afraid the manor won't be able to prepare enough banquets to entertain all the guests today.

The people Chen Wenxin invited naturally took this into account.

On the other side, Gao Min's team was even more impressive, with herds of mules and horses, and mostly cooks, ingredients, tables, chairs, and drinks.

Chen Wenxin's gaze swept across the crowd, then suddenly froze.

"The Northern Celestial Master!"

His voice was sharp and clear, transmitted subtly, "Brother Kou, you've come too?"

Among the crowd were several Taoist priests on foot, the older one at the head of the group smiling and looking up.

"I, the hermit of the mountains and fields, have also prepared a small gift. I did not expect to meet Brother Chen on the way. I would like to ask Brother Chen to introduce me to you later?"

He didn't speak through telepathy; he spoke frankly and openly, in a clear and loud voice.

No matter how many people were nearby, with varying levels of skill or differences, they could all hear clearly and felt refreshed, as if their fatigue had lessened.

A few highly skilled individuals seemed to discern a medicinal fragrance within the sound.

The auditory and olfactory responses are a spicy, dogwood-like fragrance that is more palatable and refreshing.

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

Seeing his composure, Chen Wenxin burst into laughter.

"I have been trapped for a long time, and the Northern Celestial Master has been in seclusion for even longer. Now that we have met today, it is all thanks to the karmic connection of True Man Chu. We should go together."

Chen Wenxin moved swiftly, descending from mid-air and grabbing Kou Tianshi's wrist.

Master Kou smiled faintly and also rose into the air.

The two of them soared through the air and, in the blink of an eye, were hand in hand heading towards the mountain villa.

The crowd erupted in commotion, finally realizing the old Taoist's identity. Their excitement intensified, and each person secretly channeled their inner strength, riding without disturbing the dust, they sped towards the manor.

When the prominent figures from various factions arrived at the manor, they found themselves speechless, staring blankly at the sky above the manor.

Those with weaker martial arts skills, though unaware of the reason, were also affected by the solemn atmosphere and gradually stopped.

They looked up at the sky above the villa, but could see nothing.

However, as more and more people stopped in their tracks, Gao Min took the lead and dismounted.

When everyone's eyes were focused on the sky above the manor, even the weakest martial artist could see the magnificent scene above the manor as if by the power of the crowd.

The ordinary air, like a thin sheet of paper being peeled away, revealed a scene that left them speechless with amazement.

A divine spear moved like a dragon, sometimes gathering and dispersing like smoke, then transforming back into a dragon with scales and armor. The dragon's eyes, both kind and majestic, made everyone tremble as if they were children seeing their teacher.

There are calligraphy scrolls hanging in the air, half-open and half-closed, each character gleaming with gold. There are short knives, like kitchen knives, yet their blades gleam with the clear light of blue water.

There was an iron palm, suspended slightly at an angle, its palm glowing red, with ever-changing flames, as if roasting a hundred delicacies from the mountains.

A purple aura, resembling both a lingzhi mushroom and a lotus flower, accompanied a dragon-headed walking stick, seemingly intoxicated, with light snorting emanating from its nostrils.

The white snake is lazy, gently stirring up wind and rain, so carefree that it seems it could escape from everyone's heart at any moment, leaving only a faint coolness.

There was also a pure and ethereal immortal, leisurely leaning against the clouds, his robe billowing as if about to fly, as if he were taking a nap with his eyes closed, with a golden-red sun hanging behind him.

At this moment, two more images approached the immortal.

Firstly, it resembles a ring-shaped jade disc, white with a hint of yellow, and has minor flaws in its jade quality.

Firstly, it resembles a Vermilion Bird soaring in the sky, holding a celestial herb in its beak, its long tail swaying, and the firelight gentle and not fierce, fully displaying the grandeur of Taoism.

"Attaining enlightenment..."

Gao Min let out a low sigh, her eyes filled with undisguised shock.

The higher one's skill level, the more one can sense the profound and mysterious aura of those who have attained enlightenment.

No matter how shocking the news was, it was still too far removed from reality.

For many people in the martial arts world, this moment marked a profound realization and became an unforgettable day.

The ten enlightened beings guarded the immortal.

This is undoubtedly the most important event in the world today.

The number one person in the world!
"Now that this lineage is still called the Ghost Gate, it really is a bit inappropriate..."

Feeling the presence of so many guests in the courtyard, Chu Tianshu thought of the matter of establishing a sect's name that Lu Yuande had mentioned to him several times, and smiled inwardly, agreeing readily.

The question remains the same throughout the ages, but it's nothing more than leaping over the Dragon Gate.

To swim upstream on the Yellow River is incredibly difficult; let us add another Dragon Gate for the sake of all the people of the world.

Chu Tianshu's voice rose from the manor, spreading far and wide.

"Chu Tianshu of Longmen Dojo thanks everyone for coming to offer their congratulations!"

(End of this chapter)