Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike.

The monk carefully examined the dust stains on the bookshelves. The dust on one row of bookshelves was about 30% thinner than that on the adjacent rows.

Someone used a key to open that row of bookshelves, took the books out, and then put them back.

He paused, the prayer beads resting for a moment in his palm. "My uncle has one key to that bookshelf, and I also have one."

I tried my own... but it wouldn't open. So, it must have been my uncle who opened it.

He took the book about the Golden Flame of the Burning Sea, tore it up, or hid it. In short, he didn't want this humble monk to see it.

"So you still came."

“This humble monk is a wanderer of the world.” Mingxin raised his head, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly, as if he wanted to laugh, yet also as if he couldn’t.

The two golden halos trembled violently for a moment, then dimmed like oil lamps blown out by the wind.

In that instant, his face changed from a "precious appearance" to a "human face"...

A young, twenty-six-year-old face, bearing a hint of weariness that had never been allowed to show.

"Wandering the world is to walk the path my uncle doesn't want to walk. He doesn't want to die, so this humble monk is here to die."

Wang Wu remained silent for a long time. "Do you hate him?"

"This humble monk is a Buddhist disciple. I harbor no resentment."

"Then what are you after?"

Mingxin looked down at the string of prayer beads in her palm.

The beads gleamed a dull black under the snow's light, and the golden luster of the Sanskrit inscriptions was gradually fading.

He did not answer Wang Wu's question. After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice so soft it was as if he were talking to himself: "This humble monk came to the mountain at the age of ten. I am twenty-six this year."

My master said this is a once-in-a-century event... but he didn't say whether someone who appears only once in a century should die in a once-in-a-century place.

He clasped his hands together and slammed the vajra pestle on the ground.

The four deities rise up behind you simultaneously...

Dhritarashtra holds a jade pipa, Virudhaka holds a vajra sword, Virupaksha has living dragons and snakes wrapped around his arm, and Vaishravana holds a treasure umbrella that sprinkles frost all over the sky.

Glazed golden light, ghostly blue flames, golden saliva... the power of the four phases swept through the long street.

"Well..." He slumped onto the street, munching on sunflower seeds, his crotch soaked. "It's like gods are fighting..."

"Stop, stop looking! Let's go!"

"My legs are weak! I can't walk!"

Wang Wu bent down to pick up the knife and shattered the ice shell on its surface.

The blade was riddled with nicks and chips; the sharpened edge, honed all night, now looked like a piece of metal chewed up by a dog. He gripped the hilt and took a step forward, shattering the frost beneath his feet.

“Monk,” Wang Wu’s voice was rough, “I don’t know what your uncle owes you. But I do know one thing…”

He drew his knife.

"...If you're killing someone at the execution ground, no matter what scriptures you're chanting...it's all wrong."

The strongest move of the Fengyun Liuhe Blade is "Wind and Clouds Rise".

The blade flashed, drawing a dark red arc through the snow...

That was the color of blood left on the blade that had congealed at low temperatures.

The blade struck the image of the Heavenly King Dhritarashtra, and the sound waves traveled back from the blade. Wang Wu's sleeves shattered into pieces, and his arm was ripped open with countless tiny cuts. The blade bounced back, creating another gash.

The second cut. The third cut.

Wang Wu was panting heavily. The blade rested on the Dharma image for half a second, hissing and emitting white steam.

He wasn't thrown off. He pressed the blade down, staring at the face of the Buddha, a face sculpted from glass, and said, "My blade isn't meant to cut you. It's meant to tell you... you can block a blade, but you can't block a person."

Then he was bounced back.

He staggered back seven steps, kneeling on one knee on the ice. The scabbard-covered knife finally slipped from his grasp and flew out, landing with a clatter a few steps away.

"Father!" Wang Jingya struggled in the pool of blood, "Stop chopping! You can't chop anymore!"

"Even if you can't chop it, you have to." Wang Wu knelt on the ground, his hands bracing against the ice, blood dripping from his tiger's mouth and melting small holes in the ice. "In my life... I haven't accomplished anything significant..."

"You've run a security escort agency! You've worked as a deliveryman..."

"Helping people transport goods is no big deal at all..."

"You taught me..."

"Even if I taught you, you still wouldn't learn... Don't waste your breath on me!"

The Mind-Enlightening Pestle struck again.

The four aspects unite as one, like the wrathful Vajra.

The power of the four elements—earth, water, fire, and wind—condensed into a five-zhang-tall golden giant hand, which pressed down, blotting out the sky and the sun.

The palm strike crushed the bluestone slab inch by inch, the fragments rolling into the air and grinding into powder.

Wang Wuyi shielded Wang Jingya behind him, and ice spikes pierced his shoulders, arms, and back. His clothes were pierced, and his flesh was frozen and cracked. Before the blood could flow out, it was frozen into dark red ice crystals.

He shattered the ice spikes with a single punch, his hand covered in bloody cuts from the ice, the skin and flesh of his knuckles peeling back to reveal the white bone fragments.

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Chapter 198 A Thousand Pieces of Gold for Loyalty, Sweeping Away (Please Subscribe)

He sneaked into the imperial prison at night, casually killing a few people and saving a few others.

Li Xin completely put aside the matter of Wang Wu and Tan Shaoyang and focused on honing his true qi.

Improving one's cultivation level is one thing, but mastering it to a refined and subtle degree is quite another.

It requires long-term perseverance and practice.

After sleeping in bed for two hours, Li Xin looked at the sky and saw the rainbow appearing. He then sat cross-legged on the couch, closed his eyes, and examined his body.

The internal energy flowed along the meridians, and after completing more than half a circle, it suddenly stopped completely when it reached the Yongquan acupoint on the left foot.

There was a chilling coldness blocking the acupoints on the soles of my feet, just like stepping barefoot into ice water in the dead of winter. The coldness was firmly rooted in my meridians.

When the warm internal energy rushes to the knees, it is gradually depleted by this cold energy and can no longer advance downwards.

Not only the soles of the feet, but also the meridians on the inside of the arms were blocked.

The moment the true energy reached the elbow, it was as if it had hit an invisible wall, making it impossible to pass through, and it could only turn back the way it came.

Even the Guanchong acupoint at the tip of the ring finger is a dead knot. When the airflow reaches the fingertip, it dissipates completely in an instant, just like a match that burns out completely at the end.

These three blocked meridians are like three flowing rivers that have completely stopped flowing at the same time, effectively trapping his cultivation.

Even with these three constraints, his golden true energy is now more than three times stronger than when he first returned to the capital.

congratulations.

Having endured numerous life-or-death battles and been tempered by dragon energy, his foundation is now vastly different from what it once was.

Seeing that his Faith Power had increased to 9.8, he thought for a moment and added 8 points of Faith Power to Agility. He felt his body become a little lighter and his speed a little faster, and he sighed with satisfaction.

In the current situation, the need for trust is increasing.

It seems I can't slack off anymore. I need to focus on the training of these junior disciples and also cultivate the bond between master and disciples.

If we don't sow seeds in spring, how can we expect to reap a harvest in autumn?

He focused his mind on his sea of ​​consciousness, and a pale blue attribute panel slowly appeared, clearly displaying his current status.

[Constitution: 41.5] [Agility: 43.3] [Spirit: 50.2]

[True Qi: Nine of the twelve primary meridians are open (three remain unopened)]

[Confidence: 1.8]

Li Xin stared at the panel for a few moments, his mind at peace. He knew how to improve his combat power more quickly.

These places where his meridians were interrupted were the key breakthroughs for him to advance his cultivation.

If the old path is blocked, then forge a new one, break through these constraints, and his cultivation will reach a new level.

He focused his mind and calmed himself, and the faint yet resilient golden sensation between his brows reappeared.

He had long seen through the key point: the Four Seas Peace Array that Erlang Shen wanted to break, and the array eye that the old monk Wuchang had guarded for sixty years, were essentially seals that locked the dragon veins of heaven and earth.

Breaking the formation should mean breaking the Black Dragon Devouring Dragon Formation, which is what they call the Four Seas Peace Formation.

The strange dragon swallowed the dragon, suppressing the dragon energy of the Yanhuang people for three or four hundred years.

Unless this formation is broken, the people will never have a chance to rise up.

He had to take this step, and he had to succeed, firstly for the rise of China.

Of course, this was also to perfectly digest the second layer of Erlang Shen's intentions and prepare for breaking through to the third layer.

……

The midday sun was scorching and bright, and the outside of the window was bathed in light...

Zhuang Hongxiu pushed the door open and walked in without knocking, looking much more flustered than usual.

Li Xin had excellent hearing; she noticed the commotion as soon as she stepped into the courtyard.

He slowly opened his eyes, raised his hand to put away the silver bottle containing the pills on his lap, his movements calm and composed, without a trace of panic.

"Young master, Master Wang Wu has gone to the market."

Zhuang Hongxiu was slightly out of breath, her eyes filled with anxiety.

Li Xin raised his hand to pour tea, slowly filling the cup with steady, calm movements. He asked in a flat tone, "He returned home disappointed last night. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be going to the execution ground, right?"

"He definitely didn't intend to force his way in to rescue them,"

Zhuang Hongxiu caught her breath and said in a low voice, "I heard from Jingya that they were just seeing Mr. Tan off. They might also want to collect his body and make sure he has some dignity in death."

But Senior Sister Feiyan sent a message saying that Mr. Tan had just been taken to the execution ground when Master Wang Wu and his group were already surrounded by a large number of imperial guards.

Li Xin put down the teapot, picked up the teacup and took a small sip, his tone still calm: "Where is Senior Sister Jingya?"

They all went.

Also, Zhao Laoquan, Heita, Zhou Dashan, and others from Zhili and Mobei all rushed to provide support.

Zhuang Hongxiu frowned, her heart filled with worry. "Young Master, they arrived at Caishikou at dawn and are now surrounded, unable to advance or retreat."

A crisp clinking sound rang out as the teacup landed steadily on the table, the sound crisp and clear, like a pebble falling into an empty bowl, exceptionally distinct in the quiet room.

Li Xin silently stood up, slung the new Marquis over his shoulder, and reached out to take down the coiled dragon spear standing by the wall, holding the slightly cool spear shaft in his hand.

As he reached the door, he turned back and casually instructed, "Guard the house well, I'll be right back."

He still couldn't bring himself to sit idly by.

Zhuang Hongxiu hurried to the courtyard gate, her lips trembling slightly. She swallowed back all her worries and simply watched his departing figure.

Li Xin walked steadily, and in the blink of an eye, he turned the corner of the alley and disappeared completely from sight.

Stepping out of the alley, the midday sun was blindingly white, sharp as a drawn blade.

The light illuminated every crack and every mottled spot on the bluestone pavement, giving the entire long street a somber and desolate atmosphere.

When he rushed to the market, he was still too late.

……

The execution is complete.

Several people were decapitated, and there were sighs and cheers all around.

It's unclear whether they actually awakened the world.

Tan Shaoyang's head had rolled off the yellow earth, rolled twice on the bluestone slab below the execution platform, and finally came to rest on its back.

His eyes were wide open, and a calm smile still lingered on his lips, making him appear even more open and upright than when he discussed Taoism at Li Garden that day.

With passion and pride, he ultimately couldn't weather the storms of this chaotic world.

Wang Wu stood stiffly in front of the execution platform, his entire left arm covered in frost from the shoulder down, stiff and motionless, looking like a dead object detached from his body, clearly having completely lost consciousness.