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

Chapter 504 The Ancestor was beaten up, and now I'm going to get beaten up too!
The void is boundless, without stars or moon, without day or time.

Suddenly, Ren Shaoyang's vision changed as black mist enveloped him. From the darkness and nothingness, he heard countless sharp and eerie sounds, seemingly present yet absent, like the howls of demons and the wailing of ten thousand ghosts.

Its eerie and terrifying nature surpasses even that of the Avici Hell.

"Who are you? Tell me your name!"

Suddenly, a shrill scream rang out.

These figures were like lost souls trapped in hell, unable to find reincarnation. Their faces were contorted with rage, and they let out venomous howls, staring intently at the moon-like white robe, about to struggle and pounce upon it.

Looking around, the figures included men, women, young and old, as if they were being squeezed together by a giant hand, and could only futilely stretch out their withered arms, reaching out and grabbing at the person in front of them while making strange noises.

As the source of all evil arts in the world, the projector of martial arts history, and the place where the karmic consequences of all beings in this world are determined.

The Nine Void Boundless Realm is constantly tempting and intimidating those who come from the future, trying to drag their spirits into the abyss and make them one of the countless ghostly figures.

The same applies now when facing someone in a white robe.

These ghosts howled wildly, but the next moment...

"The law is extinguished!"

A streak of crimson sword light flashed past.

These wicked thoughts, amidst screams, turned into ashes and finally vanished into nothingness.

Ren Shaoyang was bathed in moonlight, his eyes lowered in a smile, and the dragon-capturing weapon in his hand trembled slightly.

"It's a good place for spiritual practice."

Upon hearing this, the heavens and earth seemed to turn upside down, twisting like a vortex and generating immense suction.

Ren Shaoyang flashed and, with a "pop," plunged into it.

It was like a pebble being dropped into water.

In the next moment, the world changed, and everything transformed.

Ren Shaoyang heard the sound of flowing water and could feel it beneath his seat. Looking up, he found himself in a picturesque, quiet, and harmonious little town.

He now sits in a small boat, moving on its own even without wind, drifting on the town's river.

"Where is this?"

Ren Shaoyang shaded his eyes with his hand and looked around, "Is anyone there?"

Suddenly, his expression changed, and he turned to look.

Then you see a burly monk in a patchwork robe standing quietly on the river, as if the river surface has become one with him.

This high-ranking monk had a broad forehead and a full beard; judging from his appearance, he was a foreign monk.

Ren Shaoyang scrutinized him closely: "Crossing the river on a reed? That must be Bodhidharma." Thinking of his own mastery of the Yi Jin Jing and his attainment of the "Black Level Two" realm, he couldn't help but smile.

"But what will the Yi Jin Jing be like in this world?"

Just then, dozens of people came in single file from another path, some old and some young, all bald and wearing monks' robes, striking wooden fish and chanting Buddhist scriptures.

A group of monks stopped at the shore. The old monk in the lead, wearing a kasaya, put his hands together and said sternly, "Bodhidharma! You hold perverse and distorted doctrines, disrupting the orthodox teachings of Buddhism. Today, this humble monk will deliver you from suffering!"

Ren Shaoyang glanced at him sideways, thinking to himself, "This monk's kung fu is quite good, almost on par with Qin Shuang, he can be considered a master." His eyes darted around, looking at the foreign monk, "Could he be a match for Bodhidharma?" Thinking this, he repeatedly pursed his lips and shook his head.
Bodhidharma stood on the water, smiling broadly and calmly.

"Mute?"

The old monk roared, leaped up, and rushed to Bodhidharma's side in a few bounds. "Today, our Buddhist sect will not let you, you scoundrel, get away with this!"

"Bodhidharma is the great demon!"

"Slay the great demon, restore order to Buddhism!"

The monks behind him followed suit, shouting angrily in unison.

Ren Shaoyang rested his chin on his hand, watching the fight like he was in a movie, and chuckled, "They're starting to fight already? It's like a Hong Kong movie, no dialogue, just straight to the punches?"

As he spoke, he pulled a packet of chestnut cakes from his pocket, his face immediately lighting up with a smile. "Hey, not bad! Perfect for eating while we watch!"

Just then, the monks' figures bumped into the white robe, but it was as if a phantom flickered a few times before passing right through them.

Ren Shaoyang, with a piece of chestnut cake in his mouth, muttered, "Wow! It's 3D without glasses!"

"Amitabha!"

Bodhidharma placed a palm in front of his chest and said in a deep voice, "When the mind is clear, the Dharma is free; when there are delusions, demons will come. We are all Buddhists, so why insist on clinging to external circumstances and rigidly distinguishing between right and wrong?"

"fart!"

The old monk slightly extended his right hand and placed his left palm across his chest, assuming the first move of the "Vajra Palm," "Homage to the Tathagata." Even with just this initial move, his entire body was enveloped in an invisible force that struck straight at him.

"Today, I will set things right in Buddhism!"

Bodhidharma shook his head and sighed: "Supreme enlightenment, Prajna Buddha mind." Before he finished speaking, he casually flicked his hand and pressed down.

The old monk was struck as if by a heavy blow. He cried out and his body flew backward several feet like a kite with a broken string. He fell into the water and sank with a "glug" sound, unable to support himself with his hands and feet.

This change was extremely abrupt!

The monks were stunned by what they saw and could not believe it was real.

"He killed the abbot! He killed the abbot!"

"Everyone, charge! Avenge the abbot!"

The monks were furious and drew their daggers, rushing forward.

Seeing that the monks were still deluded, Bodhidharma sighed and said, "Observe things as they are, and do not be ignorant of existence and emptiness."

But then I saw that his fist technique also changed. He made a twirling motion with his right thumb and forefinger, smiled, and flicked his sleeves three times.

Ren Shaoyang glanced at it and was immediately captivated. He thought to himself, "In 'The Legend of the Divine Heroes,' the Shaolin abbot Tianzheng's 'Finger of Flowers' was already quite remarkable, but compared to Bodhidharma, it was like a mudfish seeing a real dragon—immeasurable!"

The finger technique used by Bodhidharma is the "flower-plucking finger" technique, which uses a gentle and mellow strength, and can be controlled and released at will.

At that moment, Bodhidharma thrust out a finger, a broad smile on his face, calm and composed. The monks, who had felt as if they were bathed in a spring breeze, suddenly stiffened and fell into the water with a series of "plop, plop." "Bodhidharma, the Patriarch, truly lives up to his reputation!"

Ren Shaoyang was secretly alarmed. "The moves are simple and straightforward, but there is no discernible element at all!" Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly turned his gaze towards the shore.

Then he saw Wu Tianxia watching Bodhidharma's martial arts demonstration intently. When he saw something exciting, he rubbed his hands together and even tore off a piece of his clothes, bit his finger, and tried to memorize it.

"Hey kid!" Ren Shaoyang couldn't help but exclaim, "Why are you biting your fingers?"

Wu Tianxia was taken aback: "I want to record the martial arts of Bodhidharma."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "This is the spiritual world; neither you nor I are physical entities. If you want to record things, why not just visualize paper and pen?"

Wu Tianxia was taken aback. He looked at the clothes in his hand and the bleeding fingers, and realized he had made a fool of himself. He couldn't help but smile awkwardly.

He immediately closed his eyes, concentrated, and carefully visualized.

A moment later, he felt a weight in his hand, and there really was paper and pen!

Wu Tianxia was overjoyed: "Can it really materialize?" He clasped his hands in a fist salute to Ren Shaoyang, "Thank you, Sword God Ren!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and turned to look at the middle of the river.

Then Bodhidharma casually picked up a waterweed, flicked his wrist, and it stood straight and stiff. With a series of swift movements, the sword flashed and scattered in all directions.

But the approaching monks cried out in alarm and fell into the water. Their shiny heads bobbed up and down on the surface of the river like dumplings being boiled, shouting incessantly.

"it is good!"

Ren Shaoyang clapped his hands and laughed, unable to resist demonstrating, "The Bodhidharma Sword Technique, only when used by Bodhidharma, is it truly an indestructible sword."

Seemingly having heard this, Bodhidharma slowly turned his head and smiled slightly at Ren Shaoyang.

"You flatter me, sir!"

As they were talking, the Hu monk lightly touched the surface of the river, and with a few quick movements, stepping on the bald heads of the monks, he landed on Ren Shaoyang's boat!
"Amitabha!"

Bodhidharma clasped his hands together, a broad smile on his face. “Not tempted by material things, without attachment. When mind and Zen are in harmony, one will naturally gain something. This is the greatest skill throughout history.”

"Ah?!" Wu Tianxia exclaimed in shock, "Bodhidharma could actually see us?"

Ren Shaoyang remained expressionless, as if he already knew, and asked with a smile, "What is it?"

Bodhidharma's eyes gleamed: "The Yi Jin Jing, Reigning Supreme!"

Ren Shaoyang asked in surprise, "You're practicing this version too?"

Bodhidharma chuckled: "Bodhidharma is just 'Bodhidharma'."

Ren Shaoyang tilted his head and looked the Hu monk up and down: "Can you travel through the heavens and Mount Sumeru, and roam the illusory sea?"

Bodhidharma said, "When the mind is without boundaries, the original self and other self are all me."

Seeing that Ren Shaoyang was still somewhat bewildered, Damo smiled slightly and was about to explain when his expression suddenly changed, and he looked up at the sky!

At this moment, the sunlight faded, and the surrounding fields became dark.

Ren Shaoyang suddenly sensed something was amiss, looked up and was also shocked.

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, churning and swirling, resembling a giant eye of heaven, gazing intently upon the mortal world.

A towering figure draped in a cloak appeared in the sky, his long, black hair flowing like a lion's mane and billowing in the wind like a flag.

Bodhidharma's expression turned solemn: "What a formidable figure!"

Wu Tianxia glanced at him once, and blood flowed from his eyes. He covered his eyes and cried out, "Who, who is he?" Before he could finish speaking, with a "poof," his figure exploded and disappeared.

Looking at that figure who seemed to seize the very essence of heaven and earth and scheming against the mysteries of ghosts and gods, Ren Shaoyang couldn't help but murmur, "The leader!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a strange change occurred in the sky. The dark clouds churned a few times, and then, with a whoosh, a bolt of purple lightning descended from the heavens.

The burly man laughed loudly: "Old Hu monk, take this!" With that, he drew a circle with his hand, and in a flash, a shower of purple lightning gathered towards the small boat.

Bodhidharma frowned, and a surge of black energy erupted from his body.

Tsk!

A bolt of golden lightning erupted from Bodhidharma's body and soared into the sky!

Golden battle patterns appeared on his forehead, and his eyes blazed with lightning. He unleashed a powerful punch that defied the heavens!

"What a magnificent Yi Jin Jing!" the burly man roared like thunder. "Behold my 'Heavenly Fire Fellowship'!"

"when!"

With a resounding clang of the gong, Bodhidharma cried out "Ouch!" and flew backward like a cannonball, skimming across the river like a water skimmer, cutting through the waves and creating a huge shallow ripple.

Rumble!
A thunderous roar exploded on the river's surface, sending up waves tens of feet high. The entire space flickered and seemed on the verge of collapse.

The small boat that Ren Shaoyang was sitting on was also thrown into the air by the big waves.

Hooray!
Thunder rumbled, dark clouds churned, and flashes of white lightning appeared intermittently, illuminating the world.

The burly man revealed his face, revealing thick eyebrows, fierce eyes, and a resolute demeanor. He stood with his hands on his hips, his cloak fluttering in the wind behind him.

He really does look remarkably like Xiao Feng!

Just then, the leader looked around with disdain and finally his gaze fell on the white-robed man sitting in the small boat.

Ren Shaoyang was filled with excitement and met his gaze without flinching.

The leader's thick eyebrows furrowed, and his voice boomed like thunder: "What are you looking at?"

Ren Shaoyang was taken aback, and almost instinctively retorted, "What are you looking at?"

"Ouch?" The burly man's eyes widened, and he laughed loudly, "Kid, you've got some nerve!" His cloak billowed behind him, and he slapped down with a whoosh.

"You take my 'Skyfire Fanfic' attack too!"

(End of this chapter)