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

Chapter 290 The Right Thing
On the mountain path of Panlong Mountain.

Ren Shaoyang sat on the back of a giant cat that had appeared out of nowhere, slowly descending the mountain. The soft sunlight shone on his face, making him look golden, like a Buddha.

He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the gentle breeze on his face and the birdsong in the early morning, enjoying a rare moment of leisure.

How strong is Eagle Edge?

So, when he was eighteen, he officially ascended to the throne of Living Buddha. On that day, Chuanying's thick-backed sword suddenly appeared in the main hall.

On that same day, Yingyuan completely forgot his unparalleled martial arts skills and became someone who knew nothing about martial arts. From that day on, he became the most respected living Buddha.

In other words, Ying Yuan was already able to break through the void at the young age of eighteen.
Suddenly, Ren Shaoyang turned around.

Then a Buddhist chant came from the mountain: "Amitabha!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly, knowing that the tiger was saying goodbye to him, and turned to ride away on its back.

Yingyuan's chant of the Buddha's name was like a morning bell and evening drum, resounding throughout the entire palace, startling countless masters, and naturally also alarming Zhu Yuanzhang.

"What's going on?" Zhu Yuanzhang's white eyebrows trembled. "Who's making a fuss?" He spoke casually, but his gaze was icy cold.

The old eunuch said, "Your Majesty, it should be the Living Buddha Yingyuan saying goodbye."

Zhu Yuanzhang stared at him for a moment, then slowly asked, "Is Yingyuan in the palace?"

"Yes, he is in a village in Panlong Mountain."

Zhu Yuanzhang said coldly, "He has quite the nerve."

Only at this moment did this ruthless emperor, who had ruled the world for decades, realize that the Tibetan Living Buddha he had been searching for was actually hiding right under his nose.

Liao Wudao said, “Your Majesty, Pang Ban, Ren Shaoyang, and Lang Fanyun have gathered in the capital. Fortunately, the Living Buddha Yingyuan is here; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.” He then explained the situation.

Zhu Yuanzhang listened silently, pondered for a moment, and then slowly asked, "When did Yingyuan arrive here?"

Without telling the truth: "Three years ago."

"Three years!" Zhu Yuanzhang's old eyes flashed with a sharp light as he shouted sternly, "You dare to hide this from me?"

Liao Wu slowly said, "Your Majesty, it's not that I don't want to say it, but that I cannot say it."

Zhu Yuanzhang sized him up and sneered, "Why can't you say it?"

Liao Wu sensed the suspicion in his words and continued slowly, "If the Living Buddha Yingyuan doesn't want me to tell anyone, then I can't tell anyone. If he doesn't want others to know about his existence, then others can't know."

"Then why did he say goodbye today?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked abruptly.

"My wish has been fulfilled, and I have nothing to worry about now." There was no reply.

"What about my safety?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked.

“The Living Buddha Yingyuan met with Pang Ban early this morning. Pang Ban has already left Jinling with Fang Yeyu and Zhen Sushan,” Liao Wu said. “Last night, Sword God Ren went on a killing spree, causing rivers of blood to flow among the allied forces beyond the Great Wall. If Pang Ban hadn’t intervened, Fang and Zhen would not have been able to escape either.”

Zhu Yuanzhang said, "Good!"

The two were no longer at each other's throats, and now they seemed nonchalant and indifferent.

"Such a momentous event occurred last night." After a brief silence, Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly asked, "Brother Xu, have you been holding back your troops all this time?"

Liao Wubai twitched his eyebrows and whispered, "This is strange. I heard that Xu Yeyue was about to go out, but was stopped by the Ghost King."

Zhu Yuanzhang chuckled, "This old fox is getting impatient." His laughter gradually subsided, and he said coldly, "Prepare the feast, Lang Fanyun is coming. We lost to this ugly man in love back then, and we don't want to lose face again."

"Your Majesty, Lang Fanyun is not what he used to be." Cold sweat broke out on Liao Wu's back. "I can sense that he has lost his resolve and is on his final, desperate step. It would be too dangerous for you to see him."

"It's no big deal."

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled, his eyes gleaming, and said, "In this life, there are some things that must be done by oneself and cannot be delegated to others! Besides, no matter how dangerous Lang Fanyun may be, is he more dangerous than Ren Shaoyang?"

"No!" Liao Wudao said. "Whether it's Lang Fanyun or Pang Ban, they still think before they kill. But Ren Shaoyang just draws his sword whenever he wants; he has no scruples at all."

"I survived facing him, so what if Lang Fanyun becomes an immortal or a Buddha?"

"Your Majesty, your spirit is astonishing." Liao Wuhua said, a hint of relief in his voice.

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled, patted the old eunuch on the shoulder in a seemingly friendly manner, and said, "Let's go to the Hall of Supreme Harmony."
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"Glug glug~!"

On a hot summer morning, in the cloud room of Lulong Temple, a clay stove was set up, inside which white jade tofu and pickled vegetable strips cut into mahjong tile pieces were bubbling and boiling with the boiling broth, and the heat rose up to the roof beams.

The little beggar was drinking fermented rice wine and cracking peanuts nearby, thoroughly enjoying himself.

In the courtyard, Ding'an and Xiaoban Daoren were counting their treasures. Even though they were sweating profusely under the scorching sun, they were still laughing like fools, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

"Fatty, you're bad at math with a broken hand, you'll have to put in some effort," said Hongxiu calmly. "Pay close attention, okay?" "Oh my!" The little Taoist priest laughed so hard his eyes almost disappeared. "Don't worry, Sister Hongxiu, I'm the most meticulous one!"

Hongxiu took a sip of fermented rice wine and said earnestly, "Fatty, what you're counting isn't just the portion for Wudang, but also the portion that will be taken from the people and used for the people in the future."

The man paused, looked up, and asked, "Sister Hongxiu, do you intend to use the treasure for the benefit of the people?"

“That’s right,” Hongxiu said matter-of-factly. “We could never spend all this treasure in several lifetimes. We might as well do something meaningful.”

The young Taoist priest looked at the girl in the room and suddenly asked, "What can be considered meaningful?"

"Hmm~!" Hongxiu thought for a moment, unsure how to answer, then called to Ding'an, "With a severed hand, what do you mean by this?"

Ding An said without looking up, "Just do what you think is right."

"Well said." The half-Taoist chuckled. "Even if others think you're fools?"

"So what if I'm stupid!"

Ding An looked up and chuckled, saying, "Anyway, the cripple and the little beggar always say I'm simple-minded."

The half-hearted Taoist said, "The Yellow River is flooded, Shanxi is suffering from a severe drought, and the border is plagued by the remnants of the Mongol Yuan dynasty. Sister Hongxiu, the treasure may seem plentiful, but it's just a drop in the ocean compared to these problems!"

"If it can make things better, even by the slightest bit, then do it."

At this moment, Ren Shaoyang's clear voice came, and he strode in, dressed in a white robe.

"What we cultivate in our spiritual practice is our mind, which originates from the emotions deep within our hearts."

Ren Shaoyang walked up to Xiaoban Daoren, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Use your own heart to replace the heart of heaven, and your own will to replace the will of heaven. If you deny yourself because of some established difficulties, then your path of cultivation will be cut off."

"Fat Taoist, after you've finished counting the treasures, set aside a portion for me. I'll take it to someone. This person will surely put this treasure to good use."

The little Taoist nodded and sighed sincerely, "I have cultivated Taoism for half my life, yet I am still tempted by gold and silver. I don't even know where my cultivation has gone."

"Haha, don't rush." ​​Ren Shaoyang patted his shoulder with a smile. "If you flatter Hongxiu and make her happy, she can pass on a few secret Taoist techniques. Then your Taoist skills will increase rapidly, and you might even become famous for generations to come, becoming a Taoist ancestor!"

"Hey! Is there really such a good thing?"

Ding An laughed and said, "Although we've never been to a brothel together, we've been through thick and thin together and have a deep friendship. Of course, I'll think of you when something good happens."

The three men burst into laughter. As the laughter subsided, they heard the half-Taoist whisper, "Ding'an, if you're looking for a place to patronize, I, Fatty, know a good one."

Ding An remained calm and righteous, but his stomach made a faint sound: "Slurp."

The little Taoist priest secretly glanced at Hongxiu, who was still eating tofu and drinking fermented rice wine, and then said very quickly and in a very low voice, "Xiangzuifang!"

"How does it feel?" Ren Shaoyang and Ding An asked with determined eyes.

The half-baked Taoist raised an eyebrow: "Soul-stirring~"

After saying this, the three of them squinted their eyes, their faces filled with longing.

Suddenly someone asked, "Is it that good?"

"What do you mean by 'good'? It's quite something." The half-baked Taoist suddenly realized something was wrong, his face turned pale as if struck by lightning, and he quickly changed his words, "It wasn't me, I don't know, it was my friend."

Before he could finish speaking, a small, white fist slammed down with tremendous force, almost cracking his skull so hard that he couldn't even scream.

The young Taoist saw stars before his eyes, and in his dizziness, he fell straight forward with a "plop" into the pool, splashing water high into the air.

Shao Yang and Ding An looked terrified and slowly turned their heads to look.

Hongxiu stood with her hands on her hips, looking at them indifferently. The sun shone behind her, but her face was hidden in shadow, with only her large eyes shooting out a murderous gaze.

"What are you looking at?" Hongxiu's voice was deep, like muffled thunder. "Wash your hands and eat!"

"oh oh!"

"I'm coming!"

Ren Shaoyang and Ding An felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and like two rabbits, they jumped up and ran towards the cloud room.

The speed was far greater than usual.

As for the fat Taoist priest, amidst the churning waves in the water, he cried and struggled as he lunged toward the shore, screaming in agony.

"My head, my head is going to split open!"

(End of this chapter)