All Heavens: Becoming a Saint Begins in Deep Space

Zhao Mo said, "I'll be getting married in a year or two. Remember to come and be my best man then."

"Okay, remember to call us in advance."

The three replied in perfect unison.

The two men brought two small yellow dogs, which were very energetic and looked very strong. They said they were the most authentic mountain guard dogs and asked Wang Li and Wang Xuan to take them to the city to see.

Wang Xuanyi said he wouldn't raise it anymore, citing lack of time.

After lunch, the four of them took a walk in the city and chatted for a long time, mostly about old times from their childhood. Wang Li knew in his heart that after this parting, they would never see each other again, and he cherished this time.

In the afternoon, Wang Li and Wang Xuan bid farewell to their parents and embarked on their journey home. Wang Li drove back to Ancheng, where he worked.

The next few days were peaceful. Wang Li spent his days reading the Daoist Canon and his nights practicing the Root Method Body Technique.

During this time, Aoki made a phone call, saying that the two men were not simple. One was a guest of honor of some elderly men in the chaebol. The man in black was named Sun Chengkun, a scholar and professor who had devoted his life to the field of ancient arts and achieved considerable success. His strength was once extremely powerful, but some accidents caused his strength to decline significantly. Otherwise, he would be much stronger than he is now.

As for the other person, Du Shu, his background is rather complicated. He was originally a member of the Xinxing Old Arts Family. He was expelled from the family for breaking some family rule and wandered among various organizations. He is quite powerful. It is said that the Old Arts Family had an ancestor who was a celestial being, but he has been keeping a low profile ever since.

Wang Li was very surprised when she found out.

He knew that there were indeed several families with ancient martial arts traditions on the Xinxing side, and that they possessed a large collection of ancient books, but he never expected that one of the people who attacked Wang Xuan came from those families.

"Now that we know who those people are, let's continue the investigation. Their three attacks are not only directed at me, but also a serious disregard for the old rules!" Wang Xuan urged. This matter cannot end here; we must find out who is behind it.

The next day, Old Chen returned and stayed in an ancient temple outside the city. That same day, he spoke with Aoki and told him that he didn't want to see those two boys and that they should never reveal his return.

In fact, Wang didn't want to see him either. The timeline had already subtly shifted because of him, and seeing Old Chen again might just lead to...

For now, the priority is to improve our strength. Tomorrow is the weekend, and I plan to visit a famous ancient temple outside the city. Can you drive me there?

At dawn, Wang Li drove Wang Xuan to Pufa Temple, which was bathed in the morning glow and looked magnificent from afar.

Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, the entire temple complex was bathed in golden light, its gentle radiance creating a sacred and solemn atmosphere that inspired awe.

Although it was still early, quite a few people had already come to offer incense. Wang Li stood at a distance, looking at the temple that had lost all its ancient charm, and sighed inwardly, "Rich people are so carefree. For their own safety, they spend a huge amount of money to renovate the original temple."

But no matter how well a building is renovated, if it lacks a core, a soul, it is ultimately a lifeless object. A magnificent exterior without substance is worse than no renovation at all.

As Wang Xuan walked outside the temple, he immediately sensed an unusual atmosphere: "There's a mysterious force at play!"

Wang Li pondered, "Is it time for the Ghost Monk to make his appearance?"

Wang Xuan led the way, passing through the spacious courtyard and the magnificent hall. Looking at the current state of the temple, he nodded and said, "If I were the abbot of this temple, I would also be willing to repair it. Who wouldn't want to live in a better place?"

After many twists and turns, they finally arrived at the original ancient tree, where Wang Xuan searched even more thoroughly.

Finally, he arrived at a high place and found a pool of water where a mysterious, faint energy was emanating from it.

Wang Xuan leaped up, found a suitable place to meditate, sat cross-legged, and began to circulate the pre-Qin root method to draw in mysterious factors.

Wang Li didn't go there because he could sense that the mysterious factors here were too scarce, not even enough for two people to absorb.

Suddenly Wang Xuan stopped what he was doing and stood up abruptly. He realized that he seemed to have absorbed something extraordinary!

After getting up, Wang Xuan felt uneasy and called to Wang Li that he was about to leave, wanting to return to the city to see if he had gained another senior figure by his side.

The evening drum had sounded at Pufa Temple, and most of the people who had come to offer incense had already left. The bright moonlight shone on the temple, making this ancient temple even more serene.

The stars twinkled, and Wang Li walked forward under their light. Wang Xuan's unease was written all over his face. After returning home and washing up, they went to bed.

In my dream, something unusual happened: an old monk sat beside me, his body black and festering, his eyes red, and blood flowing down his face.

There seemed to be a faint smell of decay emanating from the room. Wang Li felt incredibly heavy-hearted, thinking that things had gone beyond what was expected. He clearly hadn't absorbed the mysterious substance remaining in Pufa Temple, so why was the old monk still appearing in his dream?

Wang Li was not awakened. He had made some preparations early on, and the female sorcerer had also made preparations for this unusual occasion.

Wang Li tried to communicate with him, "What's your purpose?"

The old monk stepped back a little, his figure flashed, and he seemed to be in an unstable state.

Seeing this, Wang Li thought in surprise, "Did they get humiliated by Wang Laoliu again?"

Then the old monk manifested a scene.

In an instant, a hazy Buddhist light seemed to flow down, manifesting an extremely blurry scene: Bodhisattvas sat high on lotus thrones, Arhats sat cross-legged in the heavens, Bodhi trees swayed all around, and the sound of chanting rose and fell. It seemed that there were virtuous monks sitting in the main hall, expounding profound Buddhist teachings.

But for some reason, the main hall collapsed, the ancient temple disappeared, the Bodhisattvas took flight, the Arhats rose up, and all the scenery rose from the ground and flew into the depths of the starry sky.

Soon, the old monk could no longer hold on. His figure became erratic, and the scene he had created shattered into a shower of light, disappearing without a trace.

The old monk's figure dimmed and was about to disappear when suddenly a thick curtain seemed to cover his decaying body.

An old monk emerged from the darkness, his figure blurry, as if stepping out from the stone wall, having broken the chains binding his body.

Wang Li's consciousness fluctuated violently, but he did not wake up.

Wang Li was not intimidated by the old monk and said calmly, "When mortals pray to Buddha, they must offer incense and kneel in worship. But how should Buddha pray to mortals? Even the most skilled sorcerers, like the one in my dream, once passed on unparalleled immortal techniques to me."

As he spoke, he conjured up the image of a female Taoist priest in the Greater Khingan Mountains in his mind, making his words more real. Inside the golden bamboo lay a young woman with a high bun, delicate eyebrows, bright red lips, and pearly white teeth.

The old monk stared blankly, seemingly stunned, then silently demonstrated a martial art.

Wang Li saw some resemblance to the Vajra Fist in it, but it was still different. The original work seemed to mention that this was like the Bodhisattva Fist, which was not simple. The Vajra Fist was derived from this.

The old monk did his best, and he clearly saw how his body stretched and his internal organs vibrated. However, the old monk's demonstration was incomplete. He was trying his best to evolve the technique, but he was powerless. It seemed that something was preventing him from evolving the subsequent fist techniques. As a result, his figure began to disintegrate and collapse.

Wang Li said, "If you are capable, continue demonstrating. If not, don't disturb my sleep. I will discuss your problem with Wang Xuan tomorrow."

When Wang Li woke up the next day, he recalled the boxing style that the old monk had practiced in his dream. The external form was easy to imitate, but the internal form was very difficult.

Pushing open the door, he saw Wang Xuan practicing that kind of boxing technique and asked, "You ran into him too?"

Wang Xuan was somewhat surprised, yet it was also within his expectations; the female sorcerer from last time had only appeared in their dreams in the same way.