Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 150 is fun, really fun!

The full moon casts its shadow on the bow, and the stars appear at the tip of the sword.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, its vast expanse of light flowing like the Milky Way, making the world crystal clear.

A monk who looked very proper and honest arrived in Luoyang.

Perhaps due to days of travel, he looked weathered and disheveled.

When he arrived outside a tall building in the east of the city, he looked at the magnificent building and admired its imposing presence. He then glanced at the full moon in the sky and leaped up, like a large bird soaring onto the roof.

it's here.

There was someone waiting for him.

This was a young man dressed in extremely luxurious clothes, with a face as beautiful as if sculpted, and a melancholy air about him.

It's a sense of detachment that comes from having satisfied all desires and being unable to muster any interest in anything else.

A snow-white fox fur cloak was tied to his back, fluttering slightly in the wind, and a long sword inlaid with jewels and pearls was slightly revealed at his waist.

"Greetings, Ninth Young Master!" The monk stepped forward and greeted him respectfully.

"You are... an honest monk?"

The man turned around and carefully examined the honest monk several times before finally recognizing him.

They had actually met several times before, so they couldn't be considered strangers.

The honest monk let out a soft breath and continued, "I have met the Ninth Young Master before."

The man nodded, then said somewhat coldly, "You've come at the right time. I'm lost. Take me back."

His tone was nonchalant, but what he said was quite absurd.

This person is Gong Jiu.

A very intelligent, arrogant, and genius person.

However, Gong Jiu can also be absent-minded, get lost, and sometimes can't even do basic arithmetic within ten.

He is an extremely complex person.

The honest monk nodded and replied, "Alright." Then he said, "Ninth Young Master, Huo Xiu is dead."

Gong Jiu didn't react. To him, Huo Xiu was not worth his attention, whether it was martial arts, power, or even wealth.

What does it matter if a nouveau riche dies?
Anyway, Qingyi Tower has been almost completely infiltrated, so it won't be a problem to let the honest monk in front of us take over.

How about we rename it "White Socks"?
"The one who made the move is the master of the 'Divine Sword Capturing Dragon'."

"Oh?"

Gong Jiu became interested. He rubbed the clear blue ring on his finger and said with a smile, "Shall I show you a few moves?"

"Amitabha!"

The honest monk put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Two swords."

"Why were there two sword strikes?" Gong Jiu frowned, rubbing his fingers around the ring even harder. "Did he hold back?"

The honest monk shook his head and chuckled, "I don't know. Maybe Huo Xiu is even more powerful than our intelligence suggests?"

Gong Jiu suddenly smiled and said, "Interesting." After that, he lost interest in asking any further questions.

The honest monk continued, "All the major sects have received secret reports. Wudang's Master Mu has gone to Shaolin Temple to discuss matters with Zen Master Dabei. Tomorrow morning, news of the birth of the 'Divine Sword Capturing Dragon' will break in the martial world."

Gong Jiu smiled slightly: "It's starting again."

"Yes, it's started again," the honest monk sighed. "Only this time it's for real."

The two of them then gazed at the moonlight, neither of them speaking.

Snapped!
The honest monk suddenly slapped himself hard; the slap was so heavy that half of his face immediately swelled up.

Gong Jiu asked curiously, "Why are you hitting yourself?"

The honest monk stammered, "Because I just had some bad thoughts, which was really inappropriate."

"What kind of thinking is that? It's so bad."

The honest monk sighed and said, "I'm actually thinking that if the Ninth Young Master and the master of the 'Dragon-Capturing Divine Sword' were to fight, I wonder who would survive."

Snapped!
After saying this, he slapped himself again and chanted Buddhist prayers: "Amitabha, as a monk, how could I have such evil thoughts? I deserve to die! The Bodhisattva should punish me by making me crawl back."

As he spoke, he actually lay down on the ground and crawled down from the roof like a caterpillar, using both his hands and feet.

Gong Jiu didn't speak, looked at him for a long time, and then suddenly laughed.

"I also want to know."

After saying that, he leaped up and suddenly pointed his finger, and a thin, clear blue thread shot out and landed on the eaves in the distance.

The white-clad young man swayed in the wind and disappeared into the night.
-
After a spring rain, the Shaoshi Mountain was shrouded in mist and haze.

Inside the abbot's room, there was a burner of sandalwood incense, two cups of tea, and a monk and a Taoist priest sitting opposite each other.

The old monk was tall and had a kind face; he was none other than the Great Compassionate Zen Master.

The Taoist priest was also tall and wore a tattered Taoist robe with many patches. He had a carefree smile and a calm and detached expression.

"Please accept my condolences, Zen Master."

The Great Compassionate Zen Master remained calm and composed: "I should be happy for my suffering junior brother who has already ascended to the Pure Land."

The unconventional Taoist, or rather, Elder Mu of Wudang, asked, "Any news about the three of them?"

“They have done something big again,” Zen Master Dabei said slowly. “They killed Benefactor Huo Xiu in Luoyang.”

"Huo Xiu, the richest man in the world?"

The Great Compassionate Zen Master nodded, then hesitated and said, "However, the subsequent news I received is something I find hard to believe."

"Oh?" Master Mu smiled and said, "Old Zen Master, tell me about it."

The Great Compassionate Zen Master took a deep breath and said, "The one who killed Huo Xiu is the true master of the 'Divine Sword Capturing Dragon'."

“We all know that,” said the Wooden Taoist. “What’s so unbelievable about that?”

The Great Compassionate Zen Master looked at him calmly and said slowly, "Elder Mu, what I meant by 'truly' is the word 'real'."

The wooden Taoist stopped stroking his beard.

Suddenly, he vaguely sensed something, and his expression became extremely solemn, even somewhat uneasy.

"for real?"

"According to the intelligence, it's true."

"That one?"

"Yes!"

"Sword God, Blood-Clad Man, Blade Emperor?!"

The Great Compassionate Zen Master nodded: "That's right." The Wooden Taoist couldn't control his voice and exclaimed, "How can a person live so long?"

Amitabha!

The Great Compassionate Zen Master put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist mantra: "This is why I can't believe it. They are not only alive, but still young."

"Ha! Immortal!"

Master Mu picked up his teacup and drank it all in one gulp: "Zen Master, do you know that once this news is leaked, everyone will go crazy and the world will be overthrown?"

He stared intently at the old monk opposite him: "No one can resist the temptation of immortality! Martial arts practitioners, high-ranking officials, old demons, and even the one on the dragon throne."

“I know.” Zen Master Dabei remained calm, but his next words left Mu Daoren speechless: “After learning this news, I also developed desires that I shouldn’t have had.”

"This is troublesome!" The wooden Taoist sat there blankly, his heart filled with great fear. "I've been dragged into this by this old monk!"

He knew that this was going to be a catastrophe for the martial arts world.

On one side is the martial arts legend of a hundred years ago, and on the other side are people all over the world who covet divine weapons and the secret to immortality.

As the saying goes, the world is a vast and turbulent torrent.

The martial arts legends possess astonishing skills, but can they contend with the people of the world?
I'm afraid not.

Similarly, if a tsunami strikes, the Shaolin Temple, located at the center of the vortex, could very well be destroyed and its inhabitants killed.

The wooden Taoist's face grew increasingly withered, and his expression as he looked at the Great Compassionate Zen Master became more and more sorrowful.

Aren't you fucking pushing Wudang into a fire?
Mu Daoren couldn't help but feel envious of Shi Yan, who was currently in seclusion.

Indeed, the less you do, the fewer mistakes you make; if you do nothing, you're on the right track!
The wooden Taoist looked at him coldly: "Zen Master, what are you going to do?"

The Great Compassionate Zen Master paused for a moment, then solemnly said, "In order to prevent the righteous path of the martial world from being destroyed in this calamity, we can only make those three martial arts legends suffer a bit."

The wooden Taoist glanced at him and asked, "Do you intend to definitively identify them as the true culprits?"

"They have the 'Divine Sword to Capture the Dragon,' so they must be the real culprit, and can only be the real culprit."

After a long silence, the Great Compassionate Zen Master said, "I have already sent letters to the leaders of various sects to come to Shaolin to discuss matters." He looked at the Wooden Taoist, "including the Six Doors of the Imperial Court."

Master Mu sneered: "That's right. With Jin Jiuling, the 'Number One Constable Under Heaven,' around, Shaolin has an official mouthpiece! The 'Three High Heroes' were a legend in the martial arts world a hundred years ago, but so what? Now, they are nothing more than evil spirits, hated by everyone."

The Great Compassionate Zen Master said calmly, "Elder Mu, I know you don't like it. But only by doing this can we keep the truth under our control to the greatest extent possible."

Mu Daoren's heart trembled, and his expression darkened as he said, "The Zen Master dragged the righteous path of the martial arts world and the imperial court into this mess, first suppressing those three with force. Then, he made the world believe that they were murderers and demons! He fundamentally severed the connection between the 'Three High Heroes' and them."

The Great Compassionate Zen Master's gaze was profound: "People in the world only believe the 'truth' they want to believe."

"Yes, people are foolish and follow the crowd. With the court and righteous sects repeatedly calling for and brainwashing them, how could they possibly think about such an absurd truth?"

The Great Compassionate Zen Master smiled and said, "As long as the propaganda is done well, what does it matter if the truth is eventually revealed? If it's too contrary to popular belief, how can they believe it?"

"As I said before, people in the world only believe what they believe."

Master Mu sighed, "Operating in this way is like catching a dog in an alley. When you're chasing and blocking them, you have to corner those three in one place as soon as possible."

The Great Compassionate Zen Master smiled and said, "When the time comes, we will naturally invite the participating sects to close the gates and beat the dog, completely eliminating this calamity and protecting your lineage and lives. At the same time, it will also satisfy the imperial court. It's killing three birds with one stone, so why not?"

"Upright and honorable, yet using power to intimidate others." Master Mu sighed. "In this catastrophe, Shaolin is not only a victim but also a leader. Chang Kong Han Hai, I admire you!"

The Great Compassionate Zen Master said calmly, "Wudang also provided full assistance in eliminating the evil forces that were threatening the martial arts world. Elder Mu deserves the greatest credit for his noble character."

The wooden Taoist said bitterly, "This humble Taoist has no reason to refuse."

The Great Compassionate Zen Master said, "This matter is like a tsunami. When Elder Mu arrived at Shaolin, he had already been riding the wind and crossing the sea."

"However, I have another question."

"Please say."

Master Mu stared intently at Zen Master Dabei: "What if! What if those three really mastered martial arts to the point of becoming immortals, and could defeat the world and change the very color of the sun and moon?"

The Great Compassionate Zen Master's hand trembled slightly, revealing a half-smile.

"If they could do that, they wouldn't be human."

"Unfortunately, there are no gods in this world."
-
The next day, before dawn.

A shocking piece of news has been spread to all sides like an undercurrent.

Upon hearing the news, all the martial arts giants and heroes of the Jianghu were deeply moved and their expressions changed. Even the leaders of various sects lost their composure repeatedly.

"what?"

"The Divine Sword Capturing Dragon has reappeared?"
"Three young men obtained the Dragon-Capturing Technique, and then killed the Shaolin monk Kuqing?"

"They went to Mount Emei and defeated Dugu Yihe, rendering him completely incapable of martial arts?"

"It is said that they killed Huo Xiu, the 'richest man in the world,' in Luoyang and seized all his wealth!"

"Is the news accurate?"

"How is that inaccurate? Jin Jiuling, the 'Number One Detective Under Heaven,' has declared to the world that he is pursuing Ren Shaoyang, Ren Hongxiu, and Li Ding'an with all his might! If they are not the murderers, then who are they?"

"Yes, yes! The righteous sects such as Shaolin, Wudang, Kongtong, Qingcheng, and Huashan have all responded. The leaders and elders of the major sects are personally leading teams to Shaolin to discuss the grand plan to eliminate the demon!"

"My god, that means," someone swallowed hard, "that these three not only possess the world's most powerful weapon, but also the world's greatest wealth?"

"That's not all!" someone shouted. "Shaolin has announced to the world that whoever can capture these three and bring them back to Shaolin, and verify their identities, will have the Sutra Repository opened to them for a month to peruse the secret manuals!"

"Holy crap! My sword is itching for a fight!"

"What are you waiting for?"

"Come on!"

"Boom~!"

Everyone went crazy and rushed out the door.

Such dialogues and reactions were playing out almost simultaneously in different places.

At the same time, Ximen Chuixue, who had just killed Hong Tao, shook off the blood droplets on his sword, got into the carriage without saying a word, and turned to head towards Luoyang.

South China Sea.

The same extremely luxurious carriage headed straight for the heart of the Central Plains.

At the summit of Kunlun Jade Dragon Peak, a black-robed man wearing a jade mask stands with his hands behind his back, gazing at the moon. Behind him are three elderly men dressed in dark green embroidered robes and wearing tall white jade and gold crowns.

"Wait for the right moment," the jade-faced man chanted. "Bring back 'Candle Flower Red'."

"Yes! Sect Master!"

East China Sea.

An old man with a round face stood with his hands behind his back amidst a cluster of colorful flowers, gazing westward and chuckling, "Stir it up, stir it up, the more the merrier!"

"Haha, this is so much fun!"

(End of this chapter)