Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 123 Battle with the Sweeping Monk

But based on his recent attack, Wu Xingyun judged that he was far inferior to Xiaoyaozi, and asked in a deep voice:

"You're at the Grandmaster level?"

The sweeping monk said, "If one seeks me through form or sound, that person walks a false path and cannot see the Tathagata."

The path to enlightenment is likened to a raft; once crossed, it should be abandoned. So what is the difference between a master and an ordinary person?

Wu Xingyun snorted coldly:

"If it is, then it is; if it isn't, then it isn't. I hate your babbling nonsense the most."

Whether it's true or not, a test will tell!

Having said that, the old woman rushed out like a gust of wind, intending to go straight for the Sweeper Monk's face.

Just like Xiao Yuanshan before, she was blocked by the mysterious aura wall of the Sweeper Monk. However, unlike Xiao Yuanshan, Tong Lao did not crash into the aura wall and get injured. Instead, she nimbly flipped backward and landed steadily.

Realizing that she too could not break through the strange aura barrier of the Sweeping Monk, the Child Granny's face turned ashen, and she picked up a huge rock from beside her.

All the onlookers saw was an eight or nine-year-old girl who easily lifted a huge rock weighing a thousand pounds, and then, like a bird in flight, shot straight toward the old monk.

The boulder, however, split open inch by inch just a foot away from the old monk, turning into countless pebbles that fell and piled up into a small heap.

Bai Wuchen tugged at Luo Qingyi's sleeve and said, "Qingyi, is this the same little girl who came with us just now...? She's more capable than your master, isn't she...?"

Luo Qingyi was intently watching the rare duel between masters when Bai Wuchen interrupted her. She tugged at her sleeve and coldly retorted, "He's even more powerful than your master... Ah, look!"

Just as the boulder was about to shatter completely, the girl suddenly formed a complex hand seal and then raised her middle finger.

But then the side of the boulder facing the old woman also exploded. After the boulder fell, the girl pointed her middle finger repeatedly, and a series of "whoosh" sounds were heard in the air. Everyone around was puzzled.

The sweeping monk smiled and said, "Wu Jutu, the Six Meridians Divine Sword is a closely guarded secret of the Dali Duan family. Where did you learn it from?"

However, your training is far inferior to Duan Siping's...

Duan Yanqing and Duan Zhengchun, who were watching from a distance, were surprised when they heard the old monk mention his ancestor Duan Siping. Judging from his tone, he had actually met his ancestor, but that was more than 150 years ago!

Could it be that this old monk, who looks to be in his eighties or nineties, is actually nearly two hundred years old?

When the 96-year-old Granny Tong heard the other party mention a person from 150 years ago, she was startled. Her cultivation of the Longevity and Immortality Technique could prolong life and reverse aging, and she had already learned from their recent exchange that the other party's martial arts were superior to hers. Could he really be an old monster who had lived for two hundred years?

Wouldn't that make me just like my master?

But his strong-willed nature wouldn't allow him to bow down to a stranger. With two fingers, he activated the Shaoshang Sword, Shangyang Sword, Guanchong Sword, Shaochong Sword, Shaoze Sword, and Zhongchong Sword in succession, recreating the Six Meridians Divine Sword Formation that no one had been able to achieve since Duan Siping's death.

Only then did everyone realize that the girl was using an invisible sword aura by extending her finger, which was exquisitely varied in length, strength, and softness.

Duan Zhengchun and Duan Yanqing disregarded the tension between them and rushed to Tong Lao's side to observe her swordsmanship.

What shocked the two even more was that even when the girl used the Six Meridians Divine Sword, which was known as the number one sword in the world by the Dali Duan family, she was still helpless against the old monk opposite her.

Who exactly is this old monk?

Everyone present was a skilled martial artist, and they could naturally see that the two men's martial arts skills were beyond the limits of what ordinary people could imagine.

Even the Child Granny's sword formation couldn't do anything to the Sweeper Monk; at most, it only caused the air wall to tremble slightly.

The sweeping monk said, "Master Wu, you are already close to the edge of the realm. I'm afraid that in a few more years, you will be able to step into a new realm."

But you, layman, have too much murderous intent and too much violence. Reaching a higher spiritual level is not necessarily a good thing for yourself, or even for all living beings.

Then she raised her right hand, and the old woman felt the surrounding air begin to compress towards the center. There were air walls in front, behind, left, right, up, and down. The air that she used to breathe freely had now become an endless cage.

The old woman was lifted into the air and then slammed heavily to the ground, creating a deep hemispherical pit. The land inside sank under the immense force, but instead of cracking, it remained smooth and flat, which drew gasps of amazement from the crowd.

The eminent monks, including Xuanji and Xuantong, saw that this monk's words were full of profound Buddhist principles and that the heavens and earth trembled when he raised his hand. They wondered if he was some kind of Bodhisattva or Arhat incarnation, and immediately wanted to pay their respects.

The old monk ignored the old woman's blood-spitting glare as she tried to climb out of the pit but couldn't, her eyes fixed on him. Instead, he turned to Xiao Yuanshan and said:

"The layman has avenged his great grudge, but he still wants to commit more killings. When will this cycle of revenge end? It would be better to let this karmic debt be settled by this old monk alone."

Then, with a light tap from a distance, Xiao Yuanshan, who was in Qiao Feng's arms, immediately felt a blow to the top of his head and died instantly.

Qiao Feng discovered that his father, whom he was holding, had stopped breathing and had no pulse. He cried out in anguish, "Father! Father, what's wrong with you?!"

Seeing the old monk still standing there with a compassionate expression, as if he were saving someone rather than killing them, he was filled with rage. Even though he knew he couldn't beat the monk, he still rushed forward.

He thought to himself, no matter how much his father had died, even if he was beaten to death, he could not sit idly by and watch his enemy leave.

However, he was knocked to the ground by the invisible wall of energy that the sweeping monk had erected in front of him, and his body was injured.

Many heroes present cheered when they saw that his father was dead and his son was injured.

"Alright, Master! Kill this Khitan puppy!!"

"Yes, that old Khitan thief is dead. Don't be soft-hearted, little Khitan thief either. It's just a pity that the Tibetan villain escaped..."

"Chief Qiao, don't talk nonsense! Chief Qiao is not some Khitan villain. He is a great hero and a good man. He has never indiscriminately killed innocent people, nor has he learned any Shaolin martial arts. Why kill him?!"

"I see you're just another Khitan lackey! Heroes, keep an eye on this old beggar, capture him soon!!"

The Sweeping Monk ignored the words of those present, and didn't even glance at Xiao Feng or Wu Xingyun again. Instead, he looked at Murong Fu, who stood out like a crane among chickens at the very front of the crowd, and put his hands together, saying:

"Master Murong, your Murong family has always harbored ambitions to restore your kingdom, but the Great Yan has been destroyed for six hundred years. Why are you still so stubbornly clinging to your delusions? Your grandfather was like that, your father was like that, and you are like that too..."

Even though this old monk has lived in the temple for a long time, I know that your Murong family has been recruiting soldiers and accumulating wealth and grain...

Murong Fu was displeased upon hearing this and said, "Hey, old monk, don't talk nonsense. I, Murong Fu, have no intention of restoring any Great Yan or Little Yan."

In his heart, he cursed Murong Bo again: Damn it, you're gone, but the blame is still being pinned on me.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding heroes were also filled with righteous indignation:

"Master, why don't you take him in too!"

"I'd heard that Murong Fu and the Khitan dog had become sworn brothers; it turns out they're all the same kind of people."

"Don't talk nonsense. Young Master Murong and Chief Qiao were both framed by Kang Min and Bai Shijing, which is why they joined forces. They had absolutely no intention of overthrowing our Great Song Dynasty..."

"How come that old beggar is still here? Brothers, let's get him!"

"You are not allowed to disrespect Elder Chen!!!"

The sweeping monk realized that Murong Fu's martial arts level was in no way inferior to Wu Xingyun's, and was astonished that he possessed such talent at such a young age. When Murong Fu last entered the temple, he had only just entered the Innate Realm...

Knowing that countless opportunities exist in this world, but fortunately having foreseen them, he was able to instruct the young master before he became a grandmaster, saying, "Xiang, young master Murong is young and impetuous; why not cultivate Buddhism with me for a few years..."

As he spoke, the sweeping monk waved his hand, intending to send Murong Fu flying back towards him.

Murong Fu sensed that the old monk had made a move, cursed inwardly, but also activated the Mingyu Skill, his feet seemingly rooted to the ground yet he remained as immovable as a mountain.

Knowing that his cultivation level was inferior to the monk's, he could not fight for long. So he channeled his inner energy into his fingertips and flicked his fingers repeatedly, sending countless sword-like projectiles flying towards the sweeping monk, which crashed into the energy barrier the monk had just erected.

Because Murong Fu's Mingyu True Qi was light blue, completely different from Tong Lao's Eternal Youth Skill which was formless and colorless, all the heroes present could see his internal energy being released as an attack, unlike the previous battle where both sides were formless and colorless, and could only be vaguely discerned by sound and the sense of air.

When Bai Wuchen learned that the young master surnamed Murong was actually Murong Fu, the number one person in Jiangnan, he was excited. Now, seeing that Murong Fu was not even thirty years old, yet he could release his internal energy, he was completely stunned.

However, compared to seeing an eight-year-old girl wield the Six Meridians Divine Sword, it's still a bit lacking.

The sword strikes landed haphazardly on the invisible wall of energy, like raindrops hitting banana leaves, but they were even more powerful than the Six Meridians Divine Sword of the Child Granny.

But the air wall, though constantly trembling, remained standing, as sturdy as a banana tree battered by heavy rain.

"Cousin, use the toe sword!" Wang Yuyan called out from the side. She knew that Murong Fu had broken through to the Great Perfection realm of the Innate Body-Breaking Formless Sword Qi a couple of days ago, and its power was astonishing.

Although it was her first time seeing the old monk's aura barrier, she figured it must be the Grandmaster realm her grandfather had described—controlling qi and creating barriers with a wave of the hand...

Ultimately, it comes down to the difference in the level of true energy application. Although my cousin's cultivation level was lower than his opponent's, the quality of his true energy was definitely superior. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to make that qi wall tremble so badly when he flicked his sword.

Murong Fu was already debating whether to use the Overlord Sword, the Righteous Sword, or the Toe Sword. After listening to Wang Yuyan's suggestion, he chose to trust his cousin's martial arts insight, which was superior to his own. In his area of ​​expertise, he listened to the expert.

So he used his lightness skill to float out, and when he sensed the wall of energy, he twisted his body, raised his leg, and then kicked down, with a trace of invisible sword energy already attached to his toes.

With the immense strength of his body and the sharpness of his sword energy, he cleaved through the wall of energy with a single strike.

"Cousin, strike him in the chest with the Overlord Sword!"

Upon hearing Wang Yuyan's shout, Murong Fu, who had already drawn his sword, smiled slightly and accepted his cousin's suggestion.

Before he could even land safely, his left hand twisted the sword into threads that wrapped around the sweeping monk's sides, already ruffling his robes. His right thumb gathered a large amount of sword energy, and the domineering sword aimed straight at the sweeping monk's chest.

The sweeping monk, who had been completely calm and collected, and hadn't even opened his eyes when fighting the Child Granny, was surprised when he sensed Murong Fu's sword breaking through his qi barrier. He pondered for a long time, wondering what move Murong Fu had used that was even sharper than the Six Meridians Divine Sword, which was known as the number one sword in the world.

They were even more surprised to be attacked simultaneously by two completely different attacks, one hard and one soft, from the same person.

He stirred the air around him with his inner energy, easily defending against the soft sword, but the incomparably fierce and domineering sword forced him to take a step back.

Just as he was about to speak, he felt Murong Fu's second strike, the Overlord Sword, coming at him.

Third entry.

Fourth entry.

Fifth entry:

After Murong Fu's power increased significantly, coupled with the mastery of his innate body-breaking formless sword energy, the power and efficiency of his Overlord Sword were greatly enhanced. Now, he can launch a maximum of ten Overlord Swords in a short period of time, and any more than that would cause his true energy to run out.

Now, Murong Fu was already nearby, and he unleashed eight powerful blows at the Sweeper Monk. The eighth blow, in particular, broke through the Sweeper Monk's protective aura and struck him in the chest, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood and suffer serious injuries.

Then Murong Fu used a soft sword to entangle the monk, who was too late to raise his qi to defend himself and had half of his beard cut off by Murong Fu.

Murong Fu did not intend to kill the Sweeper Monk. He initially attacked him because the Sweeper Monk framed him and then attacked him.

Cutting off half of the other party's beard was a minor punishment to serve as a warning. Murong Fu believed that the spectacle of his actions today would spread like wildfire throughout the martial arts world within three days. In the future, perhaps no one would dare to pin the blame on him again. His plan to lie low had taken a big step forward.

To Murong Fu's surprise, the old monk's favorability towards him was 50 points when he first started picking on him, which was at least higher than that of an average person. This was the main reason why Murong Fu did not kill him.

He didn't let go of anyone with a low level of favorability, except for Mu Wanqing.

But after defeating the old monk, his favorability rating actually reached 80.

This puzzled Murong Fu somewhat.

He had encountered many people who, after being beaten, would verbally express submission, but whose goodwill towards him actually dropped to single digits, clearly intending to plot against him later. But this old monk was different from those people.

Murong Fu said, "Old monk, what do you think of my Body-Breaking Sword Qi?"

The sweeping monk put his hands together and said, "So this move is called Body-Breaking Sword Qi."

It is indeed infinitely mysterious, more exquisite than any martial art I have ever seen in my life.

This old monk is truly impressed.

I also believe that Layman Murong had no intention of stirring up trouble in the world or causing widespread suffering to the Holy Spirit.

Murong Fu, however, was curious and asked, "Hmm? How could you believe that?"

The sweeping monk said, "Hehe, internal strength might be a matter of chance, but the exquisiteness and proficiency of martial arts moves are real."

Murong Jushi's swordsmanship is exquisite, something this old monk has never seen before. If he were not devoted to martial arts and extremely skilled in swordsmanship, how could he have mastered such a superb skill at this age?

Moreover, although your swordplay is sharp, it is full of leisurely spirit. Although it is a domineering sword, it does not have the aura of a king and does not have much ambition.

I have seen too many martial arts prodigies who missed the chance to reach the grandmaster level because they were distracted and lost focus.

Mr. Xiao is, and so is your father, Mr. Murong...

Furthermore, this old monk has not sensed that you, Layman Murong, have practiced any Shaolin skills. It seems your father's actions were unrelated to you; this old monk has misunderstood, and I apologize for this."

Murong Fu nodded slightly upon hearing this, "Yes... My martial arts skills are indeed the result of my own dedicated practice; they are the product of hard work and sweat..."