Two Realms High Martial Arts: Gathering the Heavens to Become a Great Luo Immortal

Chapter 145 My heart is burning with anger and resentment; I must be killed!

At the summit of the snow-capped mountain, the biting wind seemed to scrape off a layer of skin and freeze one's blood.

Li Xijun stretched lazily, completely unconcerned.

At this moment, he had clearly traveled a long way, clearly walked many steps,

But at this moment, Li Xijun seemed like a worker who had been working tirelessly day and night, and after sleeping for three days and three nights, he had finally rested.

He exuded a comfortable feeling of being full of energy and spirit.

"I was too hasty and too fast before. Although having a certificate for perpetual suppression doesn't pose a major problem."

"Compared to those martial arts masters like Dugu Bo, he ultimately lacks that touch of smoothness and freedom."

"Now I am truly ready in every way."

He was no longer as burdened as an ascetic.

He exuded a youthful spirit that was even more dazzling than the golden sunrise on the mountain.

Li Xijun, whose playful nature was aroused,

For the first time, he did something that someone his age would do.

He leaped into the air from the highest peak of the snow-capped mountain.

He was like a carefree bird, letting the fierce winds blow on the high peak, stretching his body freely, and enjoying the feeling of heaven and earth and himself at this moment.

Snow-capped mountains, blazing sun, fierce winds—he seemed to roam freely across the heavens and earth.

Until a moment later,

The boy did not use his mental powers as he was about to land.

It involves activating the body's internal energy and blood, then striking out with a palm strike from mid-air.

The wind scattered the snow that covered half a mile in radius, leaving a deep palm print on the exposed rock, and then gracefully flipped over and landed.

The young man, quite satisfied with the strength and timing of his move, nodded slightly.

At the foot of the mountain, a Tibetan girl grazing on a sparse grassland not far away watched in stunned silence.

"thump!"

Amidst the cattle and sheep, a Tibetan girl, dressed in tattered Tibetan clothing and appearing to be only about thirteen years old, suddenly knelt down in worship, repeatedly chanting, "Maha Karma! Mahakala!"

Before coming to the Western Regions, he had already learned the local dialects and a great deal of Buddhist knowledge along the way thanks to his strong mental fortitude.

He then realized that the other party seemed to have mistaken him, who had descended from the sky, for a Vajra protector deity of Tibetan Buddhism.

Seeing this, Li Xijun went over and first offered a few words of explanation, but when she saw that it had no effect, she realized:

The Western Regions of this Great Sheng Dynasty are not the same as the Western Regions of the main world.

The entire snow-capped mountains and plateau regions were all part of the Western Regions of Buddhism.

There is no exchange of knowledge here. Not to mention advanced knowledge from the West, not even a single Confucian classic could appear.

All scriptures and texts were in the hands of the Buddhist sects in the Western Regions and the noble slave owners who were affiliated with Buddhism.

Not to mention the mental constraints people face here, it's unparalleled not only in the main world, but even in the southeastern part of Dasheng, and places like Tianjin in the northern border.

This place is probably still at the level of a slave society.

"Get up and tell me which road leads to Tashilhunpo Monastery."

Li Xijun directly inquired.

This helped the kneeling shepherd girl adjust, and she cautiously pointed out the direction.

"There, along that mountain path, all the mountains, all the land, and all the water belong to the Living Buddha of Tashilhunpo Monastery."

"Are there any inns or other supply places there, or places that sell food?" Li Xijun asked.

"The market won't be open for another fifteen days."

"Aside from the market, are there no other places to buy food?"

"No, no, the barley and cattle belong to the lord and the temple. Only by working hard can we be rewarded with food."

As the shepherdess spoke, she secretly glanced up and saw Li Xijun's slightly furrowed brow.

He quickly took out a slightly dirty barley cake that seemed to have been sitting in his clothes for several days and held it above his head with both hands.

"Sir, please have some cake."

Her lowered face showed obvious reluctance, and her body was trembling.

But the long-standing belief in supporting Buddhism on this land led this thin girl, barely twelve or thirteen years old, to do such a thing.

This was beyond Li Xijun's expectations.

His lips moved slightly unconsciously, but after realizing the current era and region, he sighed silently and reached out to pick it up.

If he hadn't picked up the barley cake, the other person would have been living in fear for a long time.

"Take this as a reward, but don't let anyone else see it."

Li Xijun pinched off a small corner from a silver ingot and tossed it into the inner pocket of the other person's tattered Tibetan robe.

After doing all this, he turned and left in a few moments.

The shepherd girl, after looking down and seeing a small silver coin in her clothes, first looked around in alarm. Seeing only cattle and sheep, she hid the coin further inside, then bowed her head again, repeatedly worshipping and chanting something.

We had already rounded the foot of the mountain and were heading onto the mountain path leading to Tashilhunpo Monastery.

Along the way, Li Xijun witnessed many different scenes.

Emaciated serfs, their feet bound by shackles and chains, toiled in the fields, utterly devoid of life.

Beside them was a steward, a cultivator at the Skin Refining Realm, who was constantly whipping people with a bit of Qi and Blood.

Further away, a dark-skinned boy, about the same age as the shepherdess from before, lay prostrate on the ground, being ridden like a horse by the lord's son, who was dressed in gold and silver.

Before you know it,

Li Xijun felt a fire rising in his chest.

A surge of energy gradually emerged within him.

He continued walking until he came to a narrow mountain path.

It is said that from here begins the pilgrimage route to Tashilhunpo Monastery.

Anyone who sincerely worships Buddha and prostrates themselves along the way will receive the blessing of the Living Buddha.

On this very road, however, there is a group of people with furrowed brows.

Because on this pilgrimage route, a huge boulder that had rolled down from the mountain blocked the road, preventing all of them from passing.

In the end, it was a blacksmith with some status, at least better than most serfs, who stepped forward to take charge and led a group of people to begin excavating the road blocked by the giant rocks.

The "ding-ding-ding" sound reached Li Xijun from afar.

"Hey, young man, this road is blocked."

The foreman of the blacksmiths saw a ragged boy in the distance and quickly walked over to greet him.

"If you also have a mission to go to Tashilhunpo Monastery, then come with us and chisel this big rock."

He was saying this when he saw the boy's fair skin, and his voice softened, as if he was afraid of offending the nobleman.

Here, these people were killed by noblemen who had practiced martial arts, and that was it. Many of their lives were worth only the price of a straw rope.

Fortunately, the person opposite did not appear to be a noble lord from the Tibetan region, and his attitude was very amiable.

"Old craftsman, I'll help you move this huge boulder blocking the way. Could you please prepare a bowl of water for me?"

The boy walked forward nonchalantly and casually pushed the boulder blocking his path down the cliff in the distance.

This action prompted the surrounding civilians to kneel down immediately, chanting various Tibetan Buddhist mantras.

Only the blacksmith, who had traveled far and gained some knowledge, recognized the man as a martial arts master from the Central Plains, and so he braced himself and said:

"Sir, but we only have black water for the poor and blacksmiths to drink here. I'm afraid you won't be used to it."

"It's alright. If I can eat barley cakes, I can certainly drink black water."

The young man spoke casually, naturally accepting the broken earthenware bowl respectfully offered by the other party, and drank it all in one gulp.

In fact, with his current physical condition, he could go for months without eating or drinking.

But as Li Xijun walked along, he felt the fire in his chest burning hotter and hotter, and he couldn't help but want to drink some water.

"Old craftsmen, what are you going to Tashilhunpo Monastery for?"

"Sir, the Living Buddha of Tashilhunpo Monastery passed away because of those Westerners. The monastery's loudspeaker is ordering us to build a temple to house the Living Buddha's golden statue. We are all conscripted laborers."

Only when he realized that Li Xijun was not from this area did he dare to reveal a few words. His dark face, etched with the marks of time and wrinkles, revealed an unspeakable sorrow.

He has passed away.

After hearing this, Li Xijun recalled the old emperor's words.

In this way, Tashilhunpo Monastery, without the Manifestation of the True Lord, was indeed at his mercy to trespass.

As he pondered what to do next.

"thump!"

Among those who had just managed to sit down and catch their breath, one man suddenly collapsed and died.

His wife, son, and daughter wept bitterly, but the people around them were numb and indifferent, as if they had become accustomed to such sights.

To Li Xijun's surprise, after the three of them finished crying, they wiped away their tears, dragged the man's body, and suddenly threw it off the cliff at the foot of the mountain.

This made the poor people in the vicinity sigh and even feel envious.

"That's great, if I die on this road, I won't have to pay the corpse tax."

"Yes, my neighbor's male slave, Tsering, died. The monastery forcibly confiscated a sack of barley, a yak, and 20 silver dollars. Because his family couldn't afford the corpse tax, his wife, Drolma, and daughter were made into monastery slaves to pay off the debt."

Such a scene,

Li Xijun couldn't resist drinking the murky black water down his throat once more.

But the fire in my heart was not extinguished; instead, it rose even higher.

He suddenly realized that the fire could not be extinguished with water.

It requires wine, a knife, and blood.

"Gurgle, gurgle."

Li Xijun, who was sitting there, suddenly took off the wine bag he had been carrying and drank all the wine in it in one gulp.

In an instant,

He felt a burning sensation in his chest, as if a ball of charcoal was burning inside.

Scenes from his journey into this Tibetan Buddhist western region flashed through his mind, stirring his spirit and making him restless!

"No wonder the old emperor was willing to make a deal with the Seven Gods Church to kill the True Lord of the XZ Buddhist Sect."

"No wonder Senior Dugu asked me to come here to inspire my spirit."

He suddenly took a step forward, his figure appearing in the sky, causing the blacksmith serfs below to kneel on the ground.

But a fire rose within him, and he felt something naturally emerge and coalesce around him—Li Xijun.

But it flew relentlessly towards the end of that road, towards the white Tashilhunpo Monastery, which could be seen in the distance and was said to be made of milk, honey, ghee, and gold.

"Tibetan Buddhism deserves to be killed!"

(End of this chapter)