Fairy, please don't do this!

During the casual conversation, the slightly awkward and romantic atmosphere gradually returned to its usual warmth.

But it didn't last long before it was broken.

Just because the calico cat darted in through the window, and then in a few leaps it was up on the roof beam, as if it were hiding from someone.

Then, the accident happened.

A book bound in yellow thread was pushed off the roof beam by her hind paws and fell straight down.

Upon seeing this, Si Ruoyu raised her hand and caught it.

Looking up, I saw the title on the book cover: "Illustrations of Jade Feet, Volume 1".

She subconsciously looked at the open side, and what she saw was an illustration of a woman's feet. The skin texture and the nail polish on the toes were depicted with great realism.

Moreover, she wore sheer stockings, as thin as cicada wings, exuding a hazy allure.

Si Ruoyu looked at Gu Jinzhao, who was massaging her feet, and then at the illustration. Her face turned bright red instantly.

"I'm feeling better..."

She quickly pulled her feet away, put on embroidered shoes and stockings, and fled the room as if escaping.

A faint fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose. Gu Jinchao stared at Aunt Ruo's retreating figure, completely stunned.

He never expected that after experiencing his second social death not long ago, he would now face his third.

Moreover, it happened in front of Aunt Ruo!

How can a person die so many times?

If I had known this would happen, I should have burned this "Illustration of Jade Feet".

Gu Jinzhao, of course, had not forgotten the culprit, and without saying a word, he grabbed the calico cat from the roof beam.

The next moment, he pinned the cat down and, mimicking Mu Yiren's "punishment," tickled the back of her ears and back.

"Young master, what are you doing... Ouch... Don't tickle... It's so itchy..."

The calico cat's fluffy little body trembled incessantly; she tried to struggle and escape, but it was all in vain.

Chapter 76, "Senior Sister, your fiancé and Junior Sister are blocking the door!" (3.4K)

Qingyun City, bathed in the first rays of dawn.

A monk has appeared on the bluestone slabs of the East Market Square at some unknown time.

He was wearing a faded gray monk's robe and sat cross-legged on the ground with his feet bare.

There was no prayer mat beneath him, and no prayer flags around him, but a circle was drawn with ink three feet away.

A passing vegetable vendor stopped and looked him over curiously: "Young man, are you setting up a fortune-telling stall here, or are you begging for alms?"

Upon hearing this, the monk put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, you have misunderstood, benefactor."

"This humble monk is an outer disciple of the Chan school, with the Dharma name Huiyu."

“My master often says that I have never been able to grasp the essence of our school’s ‘Immovable Zen’.”

"When I sit in meditation and enter a meditative state, my mind can indeed calm down, but once I am struck with a ruler or disturbed by the slightest external disturbance, my meditation immediately breaks down and my mind becomes chaotic."

At this point, he sighed helplessly: "So, I came up with a clumsy method."

"Since I'm afraid of being beaten and disturbed... then I'll take the initiative to be beaten and disturbed!"

From the crowd, a Qingyun Sect disciple dressed in a turquoise sword robe stepped forward and asked, "So what are you doing here...?"

Huiyu clasped his hands together again, his expression extremely solemn: "Please give me a beating!"

Two words: earth-shattering!

The momentary silence brought a brief respite to the noisy edge of the square.

“My teacher taught me that the ‘immovability’ in ‘immovable Zen’ is not about rigidly resisting.”

"One must be like a high mountain, standing firm despite countless blows and chisels, only then will one know what 'blows' are and what the nature of 'mountains' truly is!"

His gaze was calm as he surveyed the growing crowd around him and continued, "With the upcoming gathering of heroes from the Six Sects, cultivators are thronging Qingyun City, and experts abound."

"Esteemed benefactors, if you have some free time, feel free to punch or kick this humble monk a few times, or even stab him a few times with a weapon..."

In an instant, you could hear a pin drop in the room.

Actively seeking a fight?

Or should we use fists, feet, and weapons?

This isn't cultivation; it's practically courting death.

After a brief silence, the Qingyun Sect disciple who had spoken first suddenly turned cold: "If that's the case, then I will grant my request, young master!"

He could tell at a glance that the monk was trying to cause trouble.

Qingyun City is the mountain gate of the Qingyun Sect, the place where the sect's prestige resides!

This monk talks about cultivating "Immovable Zen," but in reality, he uses this as an excuse to openly provoke the Qingyun Sect.

He wanted to use the disciples of the Qingyun Sect to spread his Zen reputation before the gathering of heroes from the Six Sects!

Huiyu seemed completely oblivious to the hostility in the other party, and simply raised his hand to indicate, "Benefactor, please!"

The disciple said no more, and with a swift movement, he thrust out his long sword, the tip of which was aimed directly at Huiyu's left shoulder!

This sword strike was not delivered with full force, nor was it intended to be fatal; it was clearly meant to test and teach a lesson.

However, when the sword tip was still three inches away from the skin, it seemed to have hit an invisible but indestructible wall and suddenly stopped!

Om-!

The longsword trembled violently, and the disciple's face instantly turned red. The veins on his arms bulged as he poured all his spiritual power into the sword, trying to advance it even a fraction further, but he couldn't do it no matter what.

That three-inch distance seemed like an insurmountable chasm.

Huiyu didn't even lift his eyelids, but merely moved his lips slightly and softly recited, "Unmoved."

As soon as he finished speaking, the invisible wall of energy around him suddenly shone brightly with golden light, and an overwhelming force suddenly rebounded!

The longsword shattered instantly, and the Qingyun Sect disciple was struck as if by a heavy blow. He was sent flying backward and crashed heavily onto the bluestone ground several feet away, rolling several times before barely coming to a stop.

"I'll do it!"

"I'll give it a try!"

Seeing this, several more disciples of the Qingyun Sect stepped forward from the crowd.

Bang—bang—

A series of dull thuds echoed.

The result was exactly the same: the group was blasted away one after another, crashing to the ground and spitting blood.

"Zhang Zhen, an inner disciple of the Qingyun Sect, humbly requests your guidance!"

Just then, a calm voice rang out.

A man dressed in a blue and white sword robe parted the crowd and strode out.

In the Qingyun Sect, the colors of the sword robes are clearly distinct.

Azure is the outer sect, blue and white is the inner sect, and purple and black is the true lineage.

Zhang Zhen, dressed in a blue and white sword robe, was clearly one of the best in the inner sect, with a status and strength far exceeding those of the outer sect disciples.

However, just as he was about to attack Huiyu, someone grabbed his shoulder and said, "Junior Brother Zhang, you can't move him."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhen was about to retort when he suddenly recognized the face of the person in front of him and immediately bowed respectfully: "Greetings, Senior Brother Gu!"

Although both are inner disciples, the one before him is the personal disciple of the Fourth Elder, whose status is comparable to that of a half-true disciple, far surpassing his own.

Gu Jinzhao nodded slightly, then his gaze passed over Zhang Zhen and landed on the calm and composed Huiyu.

"As the Buddhist saying goes, 'Do not cling to appearances, remain unmoved; this is called "Immovable Zen"!'"

"This Zen practice involves the body remaining still, the breath remaining still, the mind remaining still, and the nature remaining still in the four realms!"

"I observe that the young master's qi is perfectly balanced, and external forces cannot penetrate him in the slightest. He has clearly reached the second realm, and ordinary fists, feet, and weapons are no longer effective against him."

He stepped forward, his tone suddenly turning stern: "But you're still setting up this arena here, I'm afraid it's not for cultivation, but for some other purpose, isn't it?"

Gu Jinzhao naturally knew why Huiyu had set up the arena here.

The point is simply to tell the entire Cangyue Dynasty and even the Five Sects that you cannot shake even an outer disciple, let alone an inner disciple or a Zen master.

The return of Zen to the Central Plains is an unstoppable trend!

“Amitabha, you are mistaken, benefactor.”

"Although this humble monk has reached the second stage of the 'Immovable Zen,' my mind is still not stable. I still need to use the physical pain brought by external force to reflect on my own mind, grind away my restlessness, and seek an unmoving mind."

A hint of surprise flashed in Huiyu's usually calm and composed eyes.

He hadn't expected that this young Qingyun Sect disciple would be so knowledgeable about Zen cultivation techniques, even knowing the origin and classification of the "Immovable Zen" realm.

Gu Jinzhao scoffed: "Little Master's [Immovable Zen] has become a fortress, difficult for external forces to penetrate, so how can there be any pain?"

"If there is no pain, how can one use pain to observe the heart?"

"You're clearly deceiving yourself, burying your head in the sand!"

Huiyu didn't offer any further explanation, but instead stared intently at Gu Jinzhao: "Words are useless. Since you see things clearly, why don't you take action yourself?"

He could clearly sense that the other party's aura was as deep and profound as an abyss, far surpassing that of the previous disciples.

Gu Jinzhao stopped talking and placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist: "In that case, little master, be careful."

He drew his sword very slowly, so slowly that you could see the blade leaving the scabbard inch by inch.

Zheng—

But the moment the sword tip was fully drawn from its sheath, a sword cry rang out, and a sharp and domineering sword intent lingered.

Before the sword was drawn, the wind rose first.

Suddenly, all the dust in the square floated up, turning into a vortex that converged towards the tip of the sword, forming a powerful force.

Like a dragon that has been lurking in the abyss for millennia, it finally raises its head and opens its eyes, stirring up the very energy of heaven and earth.

The invisible wall of energy three feet in front of Huiyu was actually compressed by this power, causing it to cave in three-tenths of its depth.

At that very moment, Gu Jinchao drew his sword.

There was no sound of air being cut, nor any dazzling light; it was just a simple, uneventful thrust.

But wherever the sword tip passed, the air rippled like water, and those ripples stirred up momentum, like a dragon swinging its tail, crashing forward fiercely.

Click!

The soft sound of shattering glass rang out, and a crack was chiseled into the air wall, like a speck of dust suddenly reflected on a flawless mirror.

Huiyu finally changed color, formed a mudra with his hands, and his whole body shone with great Buddhist light.

However, a point of extremely condensed crimson light appeared at the tip of Gu Jinzhao's sword, like a dragon holding a pearl in its mouth!

The crimson light wasn't large, but it caused all the onlookers to close their eyes simultaneously.

The tip of the sword pointed towards Huiyu's brow.

Time stretched out in that instant.

As the crimson light drew ever closer, the aura wall, now imbued with Buddhist light, gradually developed spiderweb-like cracks.

The monk Huiyu's robes billowed without wind, and a red dot had appeared on his forehead, from which a bead of blood seeped.

Boom—

The next instant, the crimson light exploded half an inch from the center of his brow.

The bluestone slab beneath Huiyu shattered completely, and he slid backward three zhang (approximately 10 meters), suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Gu Jinzhao sheathed his sword: "You flatter me!"

Huiyu struggled to his feet and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Your sword is truly formidable, benefactor. I admire it."

After saying that, he turned and left.

If you're not as skilled as others, staying here will only bring you humiliation.