I am Jinshan Youxia

Su Xinghe did not practice the Beiming Liangyi Gong, for reasons unknown.

Even though Zhang Chengyi had figured out the path to the mental demon of skipping classes a few days ago and was researching and perfecting the technique, he was indifferent and had lost the desire to become stronger.

Zhenru left after dropping the two off at the small courtyard, as there were many things to do at Huimin Medical Clinic.

Su Xinghe got busy again, tidying up the room, buying ingredients, and preparing dinner. As a multi-talented person, his cooking skills were naturally excellent. Because he had been living in the Valley of Immortality for more than 30 years, he had not wasted much time cultivating his martial arts, but his various miscellaneous skills had been improving by leaps and bounds.

Wu Yazi was amazed that his disciple had already surpassed him in miscellaneous studies.

Zhang Chengyi was no different from before; during the boring wait, he quietly began to study martial arts.

Due to multi-threaded operation, he had also come into contact with martial arts in some worlds, such as Little Li Flying Dagger and Dragon Gate Inn. His strength may not be as great as in the Tianlong world before him, but there are still some new things in terms of martial arts concepts.

Moreover, the martial arts in these martial arts worlds are basically similar but not identical. They are all called internal energy, and they all circulate in the meridians, but their effects are different. By drawing inferences from one instance to another, many of his ideas would be applauded by Wu Yazi and Tianshan Tonglao.

Otherwise, there would be no way to discuss martial arts with those two martial arts masters.

Soon, it got dark. After the two had dinner, normally they could just stay there quietly for the night and wait for the Venerable Master Shenshan to appear at the Dharma Hall to give a sermon the next day. Then they could go directly to him to get the main teachings.

But how could Zhang Chengyi stay idle?

While Su Xinghe was clearing the table and washing the dishes, he took advantage of the darkness to leave the courtyard, releasing a certain amount of true energy to connect with spiritual energy in mid-air to conceal his figure and disappear into the clouds.

Even with the updated version, being able to fly is still a very rare thing.

After all, those who can fly are limited by the amount of true energy they possess, and it is difficult for them to fly for long periods of time, let alone fly covertly. Once everyone has figured out how to connect with spiritual energy, flying will probably become more widespread.

Therefore, no matter how poor Zhang Chengyi's control over spiritual energy was, he was not worried that someone would be specifically watching the sky to study it. In order to make it easier for him to overlook the entire county, he specially summoned more clouds and mist, letting the clouds drift with him.

So a strange scene appeared in the sky above Wutai County: large swathes of clouds seemed to come alive, moving from place to place with a gurgling sound, drifting much faster than ordinary clouds, which quickly attracted the attention of many people.

As we passed through an area with many taverns and inns, a drunken man climbed up to a high place. He seemed to be quite skilled in martial arts and shouted towards the clouds:

"Hey, is it Buddha or Bodhisattva? Hiccup~ Or maybe a demon, the Dragon King or something, send me some rain! Send some rain!"

Zhang Chengyi ignored him, rode the cloud and continued onward, checking the city's situation and wondering where the people on the sacred mountain were.

If it were a local monk, but of low status, it would be impossible for him to find out where the person in charge of Qingliang Temple lived. If he were to inquire rashly, he might just have a monk soldier come to visit him.

"Hey!"

The drunkard continued his chase below, playing a game of cat and mouse with several patrolling monks while shouting at the sky, "Damn it! Can't you hear me, it's raining!"

Shouting, he casually threw his boots up hard.

To be honest, it was quite strong. Its boots shot up into the already low-lying clouds like a shooting star, spreading a foul, sweaty smell that even turned a patch of the clouds yellow.

Zhang Chengyi, who was controlling the clouds through spiritual energy, turned green with shock. His senses were extremely sharp in the state of spiritual connection, and when he suddenly inhaled the smell of sweaty feet, he almost vomited.

Damn it, does someone who once proclaimed themselves invincible have an inextricable connection with boots?

To ensure he wouldn't suddenly emerge from the clouds, Zhang Chengyi first threw down his boots to clean out the clouds that had been contaminated with the smell. Then, looking down at the drunkard arguing with the monk soldiers and constantly shouting for rain, he was suddenly filled with malice.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock."

"Splash~"

"It's raining! It's raining! It's really raining!"

The raindrops fell slowly, then suddenly poured down, leaving not only the drunkard stunned, but even the monk soldiers were dumbfounded.

Since the rain only fell on a small part of the street where they were fighting, could it be that the clouds really contained gods, Buddhas, bodhisattvas, demons, and monsters?

The drunkard tilted his head back, opened his arms, and let the 'rain' pour over him, shouting, "It's raining! Damn it! It's raining! Dad, can you see that? It's raining!" As he shouted, tears streamed down his face for some reason.

Then he knelt in the rain, and fueled by the last of the alcohol, sobbed and collapsed to the ground with his head tilted to the side.

The monk soldiers came over, took a look, and their faces turned ashen.

A deafening snoring sound rang out. The drunkard smacked his lips, wondering if it was just his imagination, but in his hazy state, he felt that the rainwater tasted somewhat sweet amidst its sourness.

It tastes much better than regular water.

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It tastes good, doesn't it?

This is genuine holy water.

Zhang Chengyi shook himself, put on his pants, and let out a long sigh of relief.

You want rain, right? Water falling from the clouds is rain. By modifying the values ​​in your bladder to make them constant, and then channeling your true energy and spiritual energy into the clouds while you're draining it normally, isn't that just heavenly rain?

Moreover, it contains spiritual energy formed by the unique local landform. Although it is wastewater produced by him, drinking it is definitely beneficial.

It would be considered holy water in any world.

In a ghostly world where people fear yang energy, it's not a dream that a single 'rain' could make all the demons and monsters vanish.

His ability to modify values, developed through his frenzied use of multithreading, has long since allowed him to develop special abilities that he was previously unwilling to use due to his values ​​and bottom line. The next holy water is nothing to worry about.

In one world, because the body he replaced was in a special place, he accidentally drank a huge mouthful of something called the "Spring of Drowned Mothers," and then began to cause rain to fall freely all over the world by vomiting...

You're welcome, he's the legendary living XX.

In one world, because his physical body was too weak, he even developed a terrifying martial art called the X-Style Hellish Style. He could fly, escape into the air, dispel evil spirits, and defeat opponents. He was practically invincible. Whether it was his opponents or passersby, they would all be terrified when they saw him use this peerless martial art.

Note: Each use requires several glycerin suppositories, hemostatic spray, a set of clean clothes, and a river that is currently very clear but will soon become a distant relative of the Ganges.

This is why Su Xinghe always felt that Zhang Chengyi was becoming increasingly eccentric.

There's no other reason than that his identity as a human being has been destroyed by countless non-human bodies, and his will as a player and a cheat engine has been carried out. Kingsoft Game Ranger's bottom line is simply unfathomable. To defeat him, it's not about numbers or skills, but about at least being on par with him on the bottom line.

Terrible terrible.

I need to take a leave of absence.

As the title suggests, I need to take leave once a month. This will be a good opportunity to adjust my sleep schedule and update time.

Chapter 131 The Three Dharma Seals

"This seems to be troublesome again."

Zhang Chengyi was just thinking about how a downpour would prank the drunkard who threw his boots at him.

But the problem was that the clouds slowly moving around the city was already attracting attention, and many people were watching. The fact that the drunkard was chasing the clouds and fighting with the night patrol monk in public was even more hard to ignore.

As a result, the drunkard shouted a few times, dropped another boot, and then it really started to rain, though only in a small area of ​​the streets.

Such strange phenomena were either gods, Buddhas, or monsters, so the number of people chasing the clouds quickly increased, while the drunkard who had started chasing the clouds was fast asleep.

If it were just chasing, that would be fine, but these people have gone mad from worshipping Buddha so much. A significant number of them throw all sorts of things into the sky while loudly shouting their wishes, which is incredibly annoying.

When other people make wishes, they at least wish on a cup, a dragon, or at the very least, a ball. How come here people are making wishes on clouds?

Zhang Chengyi had no intention of causing any trouble beforehand; he simply couldn't stay idle and came out for a stroll to familiarize himself with the terrain and see where the people on the sacred mountain might be.

He hadn't even considered whether the clouds would attract attention. Under normal circumstances, his clever mind would tell him that he should just push through whatever came his way.

Especially in a world like Tianlong, where martial arts prowess isn't particularly high, people are too lazy to consider the consequences of their whims.

He was already quite impatient when he found himself surrounded and chased by a crowd of idiots. This bunch of fools were throwing all sorts of random things at him, so he simply flicked his finger, condensing the moisture in the clouds into small ice cubes, which he then smashed down with a crackling sound.

"Ouch!"

"God is angry!"

Some were startled by the sudden hailstorm, while others were intrigued. Using the ground, walls, and rooftops as leverage, they twisted their bodies and soared three zhang (approximately 10 meters) into the air. Their inner energy surged through them, and with a final push of their feet, they shot straight into the sky, laughing loudly:

"Watch me soar through the clouds and witness your power—"

"See your mother." Zhang Chengyi raised his hand and slapped him, using the spiritual energy of the Five Elements to slap this master of lightness skills into the wall below like swatting a fly, the kind of wall that would be difficult to pry out.

This version of the martial artist is tough and thick-skinned; it's hard to kill them unless they're stabbed to pieces on the spot. Through body tempering and training, their physical attributes are multiplied, including the ability to withstand blows and recover. In addition, with the addition of true qi and spiritual qi, the possibility of being fatally struck by ordinary blunt force is very low.

"Someone's inside the clouds?!"

"Playing tricks and deception."

Zhang Chengyi was far away in the clouds, and with the cover of a large amount of gathered spiritual energy, those below couldn't sense him. Suddenly, he made his move, and those who were knocked down were clearly attacked by an invisible force, as if a hornet's nest had been stirred up.

The monks from Wutai County all came out to observe the unusual clouds, which was normal. However, it was a different story if they discovered that someone was up to no good inside the clouds.

After all, the abbot of Shenshan was going to preach, and many masters from Qingliang Temple had gathered here. In the blink of an eye, dozens of people rushed up, either using their lightness skills or briefly flying through the air.

"call!"

A sudden gust of wind rose, parting the clouds and fog. Zhang Chengyi decided to stop hiding himself. Concealing his true self was not suitable for a refined gentleman like him. He raised his hand and controlled his spiritual energy to form a large fly swatter, which he then swung high into the air.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The people who rushed up fell down at several times the speed they had come from, thumping and creating craters in the ground.

"Hiss!" The old monk, dressed in a plain robe, stood on a distant pavilion, his hands forming a peculiar mudra. He pointed at the uninvited guest in the sky, and a pale golden light pierced the night sky.

"Hmm, interesting."

Zhang Chengyi was enjoying the strike when he noticed the sneak attack. He turned his face to avoid the faint golden energy. This strike couldn't be taken lightly with his face, because it contained 'inner demons'.

If Wu Yazi's inner demons were simply about controlling others and making them unable to control their own bodies, then the old monk's seal was the Buddhist salvation. In short, it was a garbage message transmitted to one's instincts through Buddhist scriptures, which was purely disgusting to receive.

Moreover, the internal energy inside is strange; how come it's golden?

In the world of Tianlong, true qi has no color; it is all uniformly colorless, since its essence is 'qi'.

To be able to refine true qi into gold, Mount Wutai is something else.

Zhang Chengyi immediately became interested. With a thought, he used his spiritual energy as a bow and his true energy as a string. In a flash, he appeared opposite the old monk and asked with a face full of curiosity, "What was the origin of that move just now?"

The old monk was startled; this speed was probably even faster than his master's...

He suppressed his emotions and said in a calm tone, "Amitabha, this is the Three Dharma Seals, a unique technique of Qingliang Temple."

The Three Dharma Seals?

This name is very representative. In the Buddhist commentary on the Mahaprajnaparamita Sutra, there is a sentence that says, "All Hinayana sutras are sealed with the three Dharma seals."

Zhang Chengyi recalled Buddhist scriptures. Although he had no interest in Buddhist philosophical theories, he had come into contact with some Buddhist scriptures while traveling to various worlds, and he was familiar with well-known ones such as the Three Dharma Seals.

He then asked, "Was that move just now the Seal of Impermanence of All Things, the Seal of Non-Self of All Phenomena, or the Seal of Nirvana and Tranquility?"

These are the Three Dharma Seals: the Seal of Impermanence of All Things, which states that all phenomena are impermanent, arising and ceasing in every moment; the Seal of No-Self of All Dharmas, which states that all phenomena, whether existent or nonexistent, are without self; and the Seal of Nirvana, which states that all suffering of birth and death is extinguished, and that Nirvana is a state of non-action and tranquility.

The old monk did not answer, but changed the subject, saying, "What brings you here, benefactor?"