Chapter 66: One should know that all consciousness is like an illusion, one should know that all actions in the world are like a dre

In an instant, Duan Yu, who was still in a daze, was swept into the area where the sandstorm's wind force was strongest. Before Xiao Feng and Wang Yuyan could save him, their robes were stained with mottled blood.

It was Duan Yu who had been turned into a tattered corpse by the incomparably violent wind and sand, with fresh blood splashing out.

"Virtuous brother!"

Xiao Feng's anger erupted. Like a mad tiger, he charged and struck, unleashing the "Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms," which could truly be regarded as the most masculine and upright in the world.

Facing the violent wind and sand that seemed as if it would never subside, he displayed the spirit of growing stronger as the enemy grew stronger.

His palm power, while striking with force, still retained residual power, appearing endless and flawless, thereby fighting the Sinking Sand Array to a standstill.

"Your Dragon Subduing Palms consume the most energy. If you continue to fight like this, you will sooner or later die from exhaustion," Wang Yuyan said to Xiao Feng while using the "Tianshan Six Yang Palms" passed down by Duan Yu.

"This evil monk's martial arts are unimaginable. The only way is to forcibly break through the sky-filling wind and sand," Xiao Feng replied in a deep voice.

Wang Yuyan said sternly:

"If this continues, you and I will surely die. I have a method that is nine deaths and one life; I wonder if you are willing?"

"Speak freely."

"I practice the Xiaoyao Sect's 'North Dark Divine Art.' The Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian and the Ren Meridian are the foundation of this martial art. Among them, the Shaoshang acupoint of the thumb and the Danzhong acupoint are the most essential; the former takes, the latter stores."

"It can take others' internal energy with Shaoshang and store it in one's own Qi Sea, so that for every part taken, one part is stored, never leaking, becoming thicker and thicker, like the vast pool of the North Dark, capable of floating a Kun of a thousand miles."

"And to practice this martial art, one must first dissolve one's own internal energy. Only then can one successfully practice the 'North Dark True Qi,' which combines yin and yang, is as scorching as a furnace in its masculinity, several times colder than ice in its yin softness, and compatible with all martial arts in the world."

After listening, Xiao Feng immediately understood the deep meaning. He looked at the blood-robed young monk in mid-air, who was like a demon, and said with soaring heroism:

"Martial arts and true Qi are merely external objects. Today, Xiao Feng wants to see if this monk has truly entered the realm of immortals and Buddhas."

He turned his head to look at Wang Yuyan and extended his left hand:

"Come!"

Wang Yuyan did not waste any words and decisively pressed onto Xiao Feng's pulse. In less than a moment, she had absorbed all his true Qi into her body.

With a "Boom," the sky-filling wind and sand were forcibly shaken away by an extremely thick true Qi.

A beautiful figure flashed across the sky. Just as she was about to strike the young monk in mid-air, she suddenly leaped and instantly arrived behind the group of high monks, then pressed onto Xuanji's back.

The stronger the internal energy of a practitioner of the "North Dark Divine Art," the greater its suction. In the blink of an eye, Xuanji collapsed to the ground, looking as if he had been drained.

"How bold!"

Nearby, Xuandu lightly touched his right thumb and index finger together, as if pinching a fresh flower. With a smile on his face, he flicked his left five fingers to the right, and an extremely sharp, yin-soft finger force struck toward Wang Yuyan.

Wang Yuyan's North Dark True Qi spontaneously protected her body; she did not fear the "Flower-Plucking Finger" at all and directly used the grappling method of the "Tianshan Zhemei Hand," instantly pinching Xuandu's arm.

The twenty-plus Xuan-generation high monks nearby, along with many Hui-generation monks, unleashed their signature ultimate techniques, but most were met with a counter-shock that made their arms ache.

Relying on her own incomparably tyrannical internal energy cultivation, Wang Yuyan actually absorbed all the internal energy of the Xuan-generation high monks in an instant. The sound of surging waves rose around her, and she took the opportunity to send all the monks in front of the Shaolin Temple gate flying.

Seeing this, the young monk said to the thin, withered old monk not far away:

"Old monk, do you think that with her current power, the so-called three-foot Qi wall is something that can be broken with a wave of the hand?"

"Amitabha, this female benefactor's power is already above this old monk's." The withered old monk never expected Wang Yuyan to suddenly attack the Shaolin monks.

Now, even if he wanted to warn them, it was too late. He saw Wang Yuyan absorb the internal energy of the high monks and then convert all the absorbed energy into North Dark True Qi.

She leaped up like a ghost and appeared behind the withered old monk. Just as she was about to grab him, she suddenly felt an extremely soft yet extremely hard barrier.

She took the opportunity to turn her claw into a palm, using the very proficient "Tianshan Six Yang Palms," unleashing yin and yang palm forces with ease and grace.

After only four or five palms, the barrier was shattered, and she took the opportunity to strike toward the withered old monk.

The withered old monk seemed to have no intention of fighting, avoiding the battle repeatedly, while Wang Yuyan followed like a shadow, entangling him constantly, and every move seemed to contain all the martial arts in the world.

"Old monk, this female benefactor's attainment in martial arts is truly extraordinary. Without having practiced martial arts, a casual pointer from her can make people's martial arts skills increase greatly, turning defeat into victory."

"And now, with a power that is ancient and dazzling, plus her previous martial arts cultivation..."

The young monk, stepping on clouds, seemed to be gloating:

"Old monk, you are in danger!"

"Amitabha, female benefactor, no matter how powerful the 'North Dark Divine Art' is, it is still a martial art and ultimately has its limits." The withered old monk dodged constantly and sighed:

"If you absorb this old monk's power, I fear you will explode and die."

"Less babbling! Today, even if I die, I will drag the evil monk to die with me!"

Wang Yuyan unleashed the martial arts most to her liking since she began learning. One could see that the palm techniques and grappling hands she unleashed contained ultimate moves of various weapons such as sword techniques, hidden weapons, claw techniques, whip techniques, and staff techniques.

Moves like the "One-Word Wisdom Sword," "Qing Zi Nine Strikes," "City Character Eighteen Breaks," "Dragon Claw Hands," "Dragon-Capturing Skill," "Great Dabie Mountain Soft Whip Thirteen Forms," and "Hubei Ruan Family Eighty-One Three-Section Staff" were all contained within.

The two fought for hundreds of rounds like this. The withered old monk was, after all, old and frail; even with incomparably mellow internal energy, his body could not avoid revealing gaps.

Wang Yuyan immediately seized one, using a grappling technique containing a hundred schools of claw techniques. Three fingers suddenly landed on the withered old monk's wrist, and her thumb and little finger then closed in.

The withered old monk's bitter expression deepened. Just now, he had reflexively unleashed his internal energy, but it caused his power to surge out, constantly pouring into Wang Yuyan's tiger's mouth.

In a moment, the withered old monk seemed to have aged countless times, his breath as thin as a thread, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Truly, 'blackening' makes one ten times stronger, while 'whitewashing' makes one three times weaker."

The young monk suddenly appeared behind Wang Yuyan, who was adjusting her true Qi, and placed a hand on her shoulder, saying lightly:

"Since you want the monk to die so much, I will give you this chance."

After saying this, an extremely abundant power poured fiercely into Wang Yuyan's body.

It was like a continuous, surging river and sea, pouring endlessly into her Dantian Qi Sea.

Wang Yuyan was already feeling extremely uncomfortable due to excessively absorbing the withered old monk's vast true Qi; her major meridians and Dantian Qi Sea seemed to have reached their limit. Now, with this massive amount of true Qi, she felt as if she were carrying an increasingly heavy mountain, ready to be crushed at any moment, leading to her being ground to dust.

She bit her silver teeth and said:

"Evil monk, today I will burn with you!"

A surging true Qi erupted from Wang Yuyan's body. The violent and peerless momentum instantly shook the withered old monk, who was in his final moments not far away, to death. Even the Shaolin high monks and Xiao Feng, who had no power left, had their internal organs shattered by the heavy force within the momentum, and they died on the spot.

Those remaining heavily injured martial artists also followed one after another to the Yellow Springs, and countless monks suffered collateral damage, receiving extremely heavy internal injuries, leading to their meridians being severed and their martial arts being completely lost.

The vines binding the four Mei sisters were quite spiritual, swiftly taking them away from this place of right and wrong.

"Boom!"

On the open space outside the Shaolin Temple gate, sky-filling wind, sand, and clouds suddenly rose. After a loud noise, besides a deep pit, only a blood-colored monk's robe remained at the bottom.

At this time, as if because its master had passed away, the spirituality of the vines on the four Mei sisters disappeared, no longer binding them.

"Master!"

The four sisters anxiously arrived at the edge of the deep pit. Seeing no one in the pit, they hurriedly looked around.

Just as they were at a loss, thinking their master had met with misfortune, the blood-colored monk's robe at the bottom of the pit moved without wind, emitting white clouds and smoke, and slowly floated up.

When the blood-colored monk's robe floated into mid-air, the white clouds and smoke gradually condensed into a human form; it was shockingly Zhuang Buran.

His eyes were slightly deep:

"The third level of reconstructing the physical body is incomparably exquisite, but it is ultimately a postnatal technique, which cannot compare to the natural perfection of the innate."

The young monk's mouth curled into a smile, and he silently said:

"Dying countless times in boredom, perhaps one day I can truly make the 'Nisheng' reach the heavens."

He lowered his gaze, looking at the overjoyed four sisters, then looked toward the front of the Shaolin Temple gate.

Many monks with low martial arts skills had just come out, all trying their best to rescue their heavily injured fellow disciples.

And at this moment, they were all staring at the young monk, who was like an immortal or Buddha in the world, with indescribable eyes.

Zhuang Buran's gaze lingered for a moment on a middle-aged monk whose expression contained hidden excitement, then he looked leisurely at the sky and said to himself:

"One should know that all consciousness is like an illusion, one should know that all actions in the world are like a dream. The monk has attained the Dao!"

After saying this, his body turned into a beam of white light and disappeared into the horizon.

The Battle of Shaoshi Mountain shocked the world, and the evil monk Xu Zhu became completely famous in the martial arts world, not to mention his background.

After this battle, seven or eight out of ten martial arts experts were buried at Shaoshi Mountain, especially the Shaolin and Beggar Sect, which were the leaders; the former sealed the mountain for a hundred years, and the latter lost all its high-level members, leading to chaos within the sect and endless fighting.

And the deeds of the evil monk Xu Zhu on that day were also spread everywhere, mainly because after this battle, many people in the martial arts world went to Shaolin to demand an explanation.

They could not believe that it was just a martial arts alliance meeting, so why did everyone who went die, and even the famous Xiao Feng, the Dali Duan clan, and the notorious Xingxiu Sect all died completely.

Shaolin had no choice but to tell the truth, and only then did the various people in the martial arts world truly understand the ferocity and ruthlessness of a certain evil monk.

However, hearing that he finally turned into a rainbow and ascended, they always felt that these monks were gilding their own faces.

Everyone could only barely believe that the evil monk Xu Zhu's martial arts were extraordinary and refined, capable of fighting a thousand alone, and ended up dying together with the heroes who participated in the martial arts alliance meeting.

Afterwards, the martial arts world naturally gritted their teeth in hatred for a certain evil monk. If it weren't for the fact that Shaolin Temple was also heavily injured and the Xuan-generation high monks had all died, they would definitely not let the matter rest.

Thus, the name "Evil Monk Xu Zhu" once became an existence that everyone in the martial arts world had to curse every day.

Just at this time, the Tianshan Lingjiu Palace entered the world, and hundreds of women used strange and peerless martial arts to plow through the entire martial arts world again and again.

They stated bluntly that anyone who dared to call Xu Zhu an evil monk would be killed without mercy.

Thus, using iron-blooded force to press those who had deep blood feuds with a certain evil monk, they praised Xu Zhu as a holy monk and living Buddha, saying that his killing was for saving the world, and what he cut down was not people, but the karma of the world.

Many sects, in order not to be exterminated, softened their knees one after another, just because one female demon was not scary; what was scary was having hundreds of female demons who could be called lawless, and whose martial arts were terrifyingly high.

So much so that the tough bones were all dealt with one by one, and it is unknown how many martial arts sects were destroyed.

In the time of sixty years, the evil monk Xu Zhu became a thing of the past, and the people of the world only knew that there had once been a holy monk who saved all living beings, whose Dharma name was Xu Zhu!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 67 =====