Transcending Heavens: Starting with the Ancient Tomb Sect

Chapter 156 Internal Strife within the Esoteric Sect, Jinlun Loses an Arm!

I'm so angry!

Phagpa, the young monk, felt as if his head was about to explode, and his temples were throbbing.

Holding the golden alms bowl, the little monk didn't chat with Yue Que in detail, but instead left the military camp with his head hanging low.

After glancing back and seeing Yue Que's figure disappear from sight, the little monk Phasiba walked out slowly with a serious expression.

With each step he took, it was as if a chilling aura emanated from his body, making it impossible for anyone to avoid him.

The soldiers walking inside seemed to ignore the little monk in red, as if they hadn't seen him at all. Even when they got to the side, they seemed to be affected by something and just let him walk out of the camp.

Why are you angry?

To put it simply, it's like finally encountering a golden boy with the potential to become a Buddha, but regardless of whether the other party is willing or not, this golden boy is exploited and turned into an Arhat. Even if he can return to his original position later, many twists and turns will be added in the process.

Even if the other team still comes in first place in the end, the feeling is different.

What did those enchantresses take the Golden Boy for?

Is it a training tool?

How could Phagpa not be furious? What angered him even more was that the Golden Boy seemed quite willing to indulge in women.

Once the thought of being a know-it-all arises, the desire to kill will naturally follow.

The fact that Phagpa didn't kill someone on the spot shows how much restraint he showed.

Turning back, he gazed towards the military camp for a long while before the young monk Phagpa withdrew his gaze and recited:

Om Mani Padme Hum!

Calm the mind! Calm the thoughts! Calm the mind! Calm the desires!

After passing through the four towns, the young monk Phagpa completely regained his composure.

But with that one glance, he determined that the person was destined to be his.

The other party must be a member of my Buddhist community.

He awaits the next opportunity to meet, where he will personally witness those demonesses who have drained the life essence of the golden boys.

I will definitely give them a good talking-to when the time comes.

As for converting the other party?

Do not!

In the eyes of the young monk Phagpa, such a golden boy could not be converted, but rather he could make him willingly step into the Buddhist order.

Moreover, as he carefully savored the wonderful feeling he had just experienced upon meeting, that sense of familiarity, the young monk Phagpa exclaimed, "We are destined to meet!"

Since it's so fitting, then you should join my Buddhist sect and my Flower Sect.

As for how to willingly enter the Buddhist order, that's another matter.

In the military camp.

After watching the little monk in red leave the military camp, Yue Que wandered around inside for a long time, secretly investigating the situation. In particular, he observed the situation of Darba and Huodu under the cover of night. Only then did Yue Que belatedly realize what had happened when he left the military camp.

"wrong!"

Something feels off!

Recalling his previous encounter with the little monk in red, Yue Que now felt that the situation between them was very strange.

Given his current abilities, he shouldn't have only reacted instinctively after bumping into someone.

Even though he had cultivated the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique and his own strength had knocked the other person upside down, the pink and tender little monk showed no signs of injury or anything unusual, which was quite remarkable.

Do people unconsciously become less intelligent at certain times?

Yue Que subconsciously pressed his temples, feeling that he had never encountered anything so outrageous in his life.

What's even more surprising is that Yue Que found himself having a very good impression of the little monk.

It should be noted that since joining the Ancient Tomb and experiencing the park, Yue Que no longer held a very good impression of anyone from the beginning. Even if he had a good impression of someone, he would still maintain a certain degree of vigilance and wariness deep down.

This was the result of Yue Que learning from his mistakes.

When facing that little monk just now, Yue Que hadn't been wary at all.

It's not normal.

From the moment Yue Que entered the military camp, he was constantly using the Soul Transfer Technique, just like Qing Tianzhu, treating this method from the Nine Yin Manual as if it were his Sharingan.

But even in this state, Yue Que felt as if he had been tricked.

He even had the thought that it would be nice to have such a cute, pink-cheeked child as a son.

"A kindred spirit?"

Yue Que had some doubts about whether the pink-clad little monk possessed abilities similar to the Soul Transfer Technique.

But how is that possible?

That pink-haired little monk wasn't an old monster, nor had he practiced the Eight Desolations and Six Directions Supreme Skill, so naturally he wouldn't be like the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny.

Yue Que could tell that the little monk was probably no more than ten years old, and his actual age was probably around eight.

Surely it's not that Buddhism has inherited the legacy of the Free and Unfettered School?

That kid could be eight years old?

If he is truly eight years old, then the word "genius" cannot describe him.

But with the example of the Heavenly Child Granny, Yue Que's vigilance had already been aroused.

In fact, within the Song Dynasty's territory, there weren't that many strange and unusual martial arts techniques. But once you stepped outside the Song Dynasty's territory, the outside world was full of absurdity and strangeness.

In the Central Plains of China, there is still moral restraint and the suppression of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, preventing things from becoming too unrestrained. But in the outside world, it truly is a morally low-lying place.

Given that they treat people like dirt, it's normal for them to develop some strange martial arts techniques.

Those are all skilled practitioners.

In other words, the more bizarre and strange a martial art seems, the more bloody and cruel its creation process is.

Many moves that seem unseen or unimaginable are actually discovered through human experimentation.

I heard this viewpoint from Yin Zhiping when I was studying the Daoist Canon under my uncle Yin Zhiping at the Quanzhen School.

Because the collected texts contain clear records of this.

Sometimes, even a change of just one word requires someone to risk their life to make that decision.

Many of the extraordinary skills and martial arts in the Central Plains were born during periods of war and chaos, such as the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms and the Northern and Southern Dynasties.

Within this realm, any martial art involving the Three Flowers on the head, especially the Divine Path, is extremely dangerous and wicked.

Most martial arts in the world, regardless of which meridian they follow, are martial arts that condense the five elements in the chest. If they can be connected to the essence of the three flowers, then they are at the level of divine skill; if they are connected to the qi, then they are the existence of peerless divine skill.

The path of the gods, however, is a forbidden path.

Does our Quanzhen Sect have this?

Yue Que recalled the question he had asked when he was young on Zhongnan Mountain. He still remembered it very clearly from his martial uncle.

Yin Zhiping just smiled at the time, and then asked him to study medical books as well, saying that medicine and medicine are inseparable.

The saying "medicine and Taoism are inseparable" doesn't actually mean treating others; rather, it's about Taoism using emotions to govern oneself, right?

This reminded Yue Que of the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top Palm technique, which had been removed from the Quanzhen Sect's scriptures and whose authenticity was unknown!

I agree!

After reciting it once, Yue Que smiled, took the matter of the little monk to heart, and then turned and left.

Midnight.

The crescent moon hangs obliquely in the sky.

Suddenly.

The once quiet camp was disrupted shortly after the Golden Wheel Monk's return, when an unexpected incident occurred.

"Huodu!"

A furious roar erupted from Darba, its sound waves echoing around: "Why!!!"

"Hahaha!"

A sharp, shrill laugh echoed through the military camp. Huo Du, dressed in bright red, stood there with a long sword in hand, covering his face and laughing wildly.

Next to it were torn yurts, scattered haphazardly on the ground.

Behind him lay a pile of fallen soldiers, the unfortunate souls whose throats he had slit with a single sword stroke.

But what's most eye-catching is an arm that's been severed at the root, lying at Huo Du's feet.

Look at the yellow monk's robe on that arm; it is indeed the right arm of the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

At this moment, the Golden Wheel Monk's face was contorted with rage, veins bulging, and he was desperately clutching his right side with his remaining left hand, his expression one of utter astonishment and disbelief.

He looked at his young apprentice, Huo Du, with a complex expression of anger and fear.

The Golden Wheel Monk still doesn't understand what happened.

He was just worried about his little apprentice's situation, and he didn't know which of his words had caused his little apprentice Huo to completely explode.

Why?

"Ha ha!"

"That's why!!!"

Huo Du tugged at his bright red robe with his left hand, then pointed to the flower at his temple, then to his lower body, and finally to his index finger...

He pointed vaguely at his senior brother Darba and said, "And the one who caused all of this is you, Master!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Du turned his sword, and the blood on the blade vanished, transforming into a streak of light that shot towards the Golden Wheel Monk.

Despite his injuries and pain, the Golden Wheel Dharma King desperately unleashed the Five Wheels Technique, but unfortunately, he could only throw out two wheels before losing control and completely losing his fighting ability.

With a swift movement, Huo Du dodged the wheels and continued his attack.

The soldiers guarding the surrounding area immediately stepped forward to block their way, but unfortunately, they were powerless to stop Huo Du, who had become strange. Blood spurted out as all those who stood in front of him were killed.

The long sword thrust out towards the Golden Wheel Monk from afar.

"!"

Darba's eyes were contorted with rage, his eyelids cracking. His junior brother's actions had enraged him to the point of bursting blood vessels. Facing the sword, he stood directly in front of his master, and recklessly smashed the golden pestle in his hand towards Huo Du.

He adopted a suicidal fighting style.

He, Darba, can live, but his junior brother, Huo, must die.

The sword hesitated for a moment, then deflected again, and Huo Du, who had just retreated, caused his senior brother Darba's golden pestle to miss its mark!

Then Huo Du advanced again, thrusting his longsword once more.

The two sides had unexpectedly formed a strange turn-based system.

dark place.

Yue Que, who was mixed in with the soldiers, stared in astonishment at the scene before him, thinking to himself, how could it be that the Golden Wheel Monk had lost an arm? And it was his right arm that was lost!

According to Yue Que's plan, things shouldn't have turned out this way.

The Golden Wheel Monk could be severely injured, but not this ruthlessly. Judging from the current actions, Huo Du was clearly aiming to kill the Golden Wheel Monk.

If the Golden Wheel Monk were to die, it would not be a good thing for the Quanzhen Sect or for Yue Que.

The fact that the Golden Wheel Monk was able to only lose an arm in response to Huo Du's surprise attack is already quite remarkable.

Although the Golden Wheel Monk suffered a severe injury, he still achieved Yue Que's goal, but at this point he knew that someone had interfered.

He was always the one who interfered with others, never the other way around.

Yue Que is very unhappy right now.

For some reason, Yue Que remembered the pink-haired little monk he had seen in the military camp before.