Reborn Tianlong: I practice martial arts for immortality

Duan Zhengchun was not optimistic about Jiang Weichen, even though Jiang Weichen had deposed the high priest of the Liao Kingdom a few years ago.

But the high priest of the Liao Kingdom was only a mid-stage grandmaster after all. Although it was said that he only used one sword strike, who saw it with their own eyes?

Ben Chen was also a little worried and asked, "Have you found out the identity of the Medical Saint Xuan Chenzi?"

Duan Zhengchun shook his head. "No, there has been no news of him since he left Dali."

"But I guess he is Jiang Weichen. Not long after Xuan Chenzi left Dali, Jiang Weichen came out and deposed the Liao High Priest with his Grandmaster status. How can there be so many Grandmasters in this world?"

"Xuan Chenzi... Jiang Weichen... I see." Ben Chen's brows relaxed. "Let's withdraw our troops and wait and see until the outcome is decided."

Duan Zhengchun nodded, then asked, "Royal brother, I wonder if Master Ku Rong has woken up yet?"

"No, when my uncle passed away, he was just at the peak of the early Grandmaster stage. It is difficult for him to go one step further or comprehend the realm of withering and flourishing. My ancestor once said that it would be difficult for him to wake up in the short term." Ben Chen shook his head.

The worry on Duan Zhengchun's face was obvious. He regretted taking over the throne. If he had known earlier, he would have let his brother pass it to Yu'er.

When the emperor's elder brother was in power, Dali was relatively peaceful, but now he has to pay huge annual tributes, and when famines occur in the country, he has no money to provide disaster relief. Now he has become a tyrant among the people.

Every day he received insults from all over the country, saying that he spent all day meeting with beautiful women and had no interest in state affairs.

God knows, after he ascended the throne, he was busy with state affairs all day long and had no time to meet his beloved.

Duan Zhengchun was about to go back when he was suddenly stunned. He turned around and asked, "Royal brother, what did you just say? Ancestor? Which ancestor?"

Ben Chen was stunned, and then he remembered that his royal brother didn't know that his ancestor was still alive, and even he only found out after he abdicated.

"Of course it's creation..." Before Ben Chen finished speaking, he suddenly saw the potted plants next to him withering rapidly.

"This...what's going on?" Ben Chen and Duan Zhengchun were shocked. How could a potted plant wither in an instant?

"The trees in the yard are withering. What's going on?"

"Strange! It's the height of summer, a time when vegetation is flourishing. How could this happen?"

"........."

The two heard the noise outside and quickly left the Buddhist hall, watching the green plants in the temple withering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Brother Abbot, do you know what is going on?" Ben Yin asked.

"I don't know either." Ben Chen was confused. He didn't know either.

"Could it be that Senior Brother Ku Rong has made a breakthrough?" Ben Guan looked towards the back mountain.

"No, Uncle Kurong is in the back mountain, very far away from here, and this phenomenon is centered on the Muni Hall." Ben Yin retorted.

Upon hearing this, Ben Chen stood on his high ground and said, "It is indeed centered around the Muni Hall. Our ancestors..."

Ben Chen landed, ignored his doubtful fellow disciples, and quickly headed towards the Muni Hall.

Duan Zhengchun, Ben Yin and others were puzzled and followed him in.

As soon as they entered the Muni Hall, they saw that the ordinary clay statue of the ancestor, which was originally made of clay, began to crack.

"The grass and trees are withering, and the clay statues of our ancestors are shattering. This is an ominous sign. Could it be that a disaster is about to befall Dali and our Tianlong Temple?"

The three of them didn't know that their ancestor was still alive, so they were a little panicked for a moment.

"Ancestors... Ancestors..." Duan Zhengchun looked at his royal brother in surprise and doubt. His royal brother had just mentioned ancestors.

When Ben Chen heard what Ben Yin and the others said, he immediately scolded them, "Shut up! This is the ancestor waking up, not a bad sign."

After saying this, he ignored the surprised crowd, and as the soil fell off, a figure gradually emerged in front of everyone.

This man had sharp eyebrows and eyes, a tall stature, and was even more majestic than Duan Zhengchun, who was now the emperor.

As the man's face gradually became clearer, Ben Yin and the others were horrified, "Ancestor... Ancestor is still alive?"

When they learned that Murong Longcheng was still alive, they wondered whether their ancestor was still alive as well.

It was a pity that the ancestor never showed up, and Uncle Ku Rong remained silent. In addition, the ancestor was more than thirty years older than Murong Longcheng, so they gave up their fantasy.

But unexpectedly, it turned out that the ancestor had been sleeping beside them. No wonder Uncle Kurong did not worship the big Buddha, but sat in meditation in front of this clay statue all day long.

The ancestor must be two hundred and three years old now. How could he live so long by practicing martial arts?

Chapter 398 Duan Yu finally learns martial arts

"Duan Zhengming, a descendant of the Duan family, pays homage to the ancestors." Ben Chen, who knew about this in advance, immediately knelt on his knees and kowtowed respectfully.

Duan Zhengchun followed closely behind, and Ben Yin and others reacted and hurried to pay their respects.

They no longer refer to themselves by their monastic names, but use their real names to show respect for their ancestors.

Duan Siping stretched his muscles slightly, and his joints made crackling sounds. He glanced at everyone and nodded calmly.

"Ancestor, you have woken up. Have you made any breakthrough?" Duan Zhengming asked.

Uncle Ku Rong told him that the last time Xuan Chenzi gave him guidance, his ancestor gained some insights and fell into a deep sleep.

Now that more than three years have passed, the ancestor has awakened and caused the strange phenomenon of the grass and trees in the yard to wither. There must have been a breakthrough, or at least some progress in the art of flourishing and withering.

Duan Siping nodded, "I do understand."

He only had seven years left to live, but he didn't expect that after three years of seclusion due to Xuan Chenzi's words, he had taken a step closer to understanding the artistic conception of withering and flourishing.

The power of his artistic conception allowed him to lock in more energy, his cultivation also increased, and he could absorb the essence of plants for cultivation.

"That's great. With our ancestors here, Murong Longcheng will never be able to force Dali again." Duan Zhengchun said happily.

Without any support, he, as the emperor, was in great fear, fearing that Murong Longcheng would come to Dali to convert him.

But now, I have a backer, so Duan Zhengchun feels more confident.

Duan Siping looked at Duan Zhengchun and shook his head, saying, "Although I have some understanding, my current mental strength can only maintain the power of a peak Grandmaster. I don't think I am a match for Murong Longcheng.

My resurgence this time is also a last-ditch effort to see if I can break through. As for Murong Longcheng, let him be."

Duan Zhengchun's expression froze. "Ancestor, if you don't intervene, then Dali will be no longer a country."

"I only have seven years left to live. I can protect Dali for a while, but not forever. You'd better take care of yourselves."

Time is running out, Duan Siping doesn't want to care about the secular world, he wants to go one step further.

Duan Zhengchun wanted to persuade him again, but Duan Zhengming spoke first, "Ancestor, the Xuanchenzi who came to Tianlong Temple last time was most likely Jiang Weichen.

He challenged Murong Longcheng to a battle outside Bianliang City on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month. I wonder what our ancestors think of this?"

Duan Siping frowned. If the two were the same person, and if he hadn't sensed it wrong, that person had just broken through to the Grandmaster level more than three years ago. How could he dare to challenge Murong Longcheng, who had broken through to the Heavenly Man level?

"I'll go and take a look." Duan Siping replied.

His revival this time was originally to seek a way to break through, or to further deepen his understanding of the artistic conception, so as to lock up more energy and break through the realm.

A battle at this level might be inspiring to him.

If it really doesn't work, we can learn something from Murong Longcheng's faith and vows. He himself is a person who has studied Buddhism in depth.

"You guys should leave now. How are you doing in normal times? In the future..." Duan Siping didn't finish his words, a look of surprise on his face, "Go and bring in the noisy boy outside."

Several people's faces turned dark. Who made the ancestor angry?

But the voice outside quickly gave them the answer. Several people looked at Duan Zhengchun, and Duan Zhengchun's face froze.

What a rebellious son! It would be fine if he was just acting weird normally, but he made the ancestor angry just as he woke up.

"Ancestor, please calm down. The man outside is my son Yu'er. I will discipline him strictly when I get back." Duan Zhengchun apologized quickly.

Duan Siping shook his head and said, "Bring him in."

"Yes." Duan Zhengchun responded, and came out with a dark face to ask a few questions. Only then did he find out that it was his son who was wandering around in the temple.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the temple caused by the strange vision just now, he slipped into the secret room and accidentally discovered and read the Six Meridians Divine Sword manual.

This Six Meridians Divine Sword has always been taught only to monks who have graduated from Tianlong Temple, and one must practice the One Yang Finger to the fourth level before being qualified to study this sword technique.

Now, his son, who had no interest in martial arts, had actually read the sword manual. What was worse was that he had been discovered by his ancestors. This rule was set by his ancestors.

Duan Yu saw his father looking at him angrily and shouted, "Father, I didn't see it by accident. Besides, I don't want to learn martial arts at all. Even if I saw the sword manual, I would never learn it.

I'm not breaking the rules by not learning it, and as for leaking it, I'm a descendant of the Duan family after all, so naturally I won't do that."

"Prince..." The follower was about to speak, but before he could finish his words, he was suddenly interrupted by Duan Zhengchun's roar: "Shut up!"

For a moment, the whole scene fell into silence.

I shut up and looked at Duan Zhengchun with hostility.

He thought to himself: Humph, is being the emperor so great? How dare you scold me so rudely!

Duan Zhengchun had obviously noticed Ben Cang's displeased expression. He quickly said with a smile, "Brother, please don't misunderstand me. I was just telling Yu'er to shut up. It wasn't directed at you, Brother!"

When I heard this, my ugly expression slightly improved, but when I heard Duan Zhengchun say, "I'll take Yu'er in first."

After saying this, without waiting for me to ask any questions, he grabbed Duan Yu's ear and walked into the Muni Hall nervously.

Duan Siping looked up and down at Duan Yu with a sharp gaze. With his spiritual sense, he saw that Duan Yu was surrounded by a layer of faint spiritual energy, and the concentration of spiritual energy around him was obviously higher than other places.

Duan Siping's eyes were filled with surprise. He didn't expect that he would meet such a person with great luck favored by heaven and earth just after he revived. He had never practiced any martial arts, but he could actually attract spiritual energy to gather around him. Such luck was really rare.

Spiritual energy lingers around the body. Although it cannot be utilized, over time, the body's physical foundation will become stronger.

If such people practiced cultivation, their progress would be extremely fast, and there would be no barrier to innate sensitivity to spiritual energy.

After breaking through the innate level, the speed of cultivation will also advance by leaps and bounds.

If one can always maintain the favor of heaven and earth, it will be easier for him to break through the limitations of the external environment.

For example, the outside world now only allows the Grandmaster to reach the middle stage. Under the same conditions, it is not certain that such a person can break through to the late stage.

Duan Siping frowned slightly and shouted in a deep voice, "You are blind. Such outstanding talent has been wasted for more than twenty years."

Duan Siping looked at Duan Zhengchun and asked, "You are his father, right? You are counting on me, your ancestor who is about to die, so why are you unwilling to teach your own son?

If someone with this talent had practiced since childhood, he would have reached the Grandmaster level at least by now, and it would not be difficult for him to become a Grandmaster in the future."

Duan Zhengming and others looked at Duan Yu. They didn't expect that Yu'er was so talented. They hadn't noticed it before.

Duan Zhengchun, who was standing nearby, felt a pang of anxiety when he heard this. He mustered up his courage, stepped forward, and bowed as he replied, "Ancestor, I do want to, but... this child has been studying Buddhist scriptures and Confucianism so hard all day that he's become a bookworm.

He is extremely disgusted by all things related to fighting and killing. Over the years, no matter how earnestly I have tried to persuade him, he has refused to learn martial arts.

When Duan Siping heard this, his face darkened slightly, and his originally calm face now showed some ripples.

With such excellent qualifications and luck, it is such a waste to not make progress and neglect the path of cultivation.