Chapter 307

The system of the Great Universe of the World of Life is extremely susceptible to interference from heaven and earth and the influence of momentum; this is a disadvantage, but also an advantage.

If playing an uphill battle, one will be restrained to death by heaven and earth, with not a single possibility of a comeback; if the momentum wants you dead, you must die.

But if playing a downhill battle, it will be incredibly exhilarating; the speed of leveling up ranks in the top three among the endless multiverse.

The Desolate Heavenly Emperor ascended to the Human Dao Supreme realm in two hundred years, which already counts as peerless talent throughout the ages, born for cultivation, arriving to meet the tribulation, the first in history, breaking the curse of no Supreme at five hundred years old.

However, in the Great Universe of the World of Life, a certain reckless Jin Gang Primordial Heavenly Lord can ascend to the Other Shore realm in two hundred years!

A two-hundred-year-old Human Emperor is called a protagonist; a two-hundred-year-old Immortal Emperor is simply playing with cards face up, cheating without concern.

Cultivating the Body as a Seed, with great power returning to oneself—this kind of rigor is not something a cultivator of the Great Universe of the World of Life can imagine.

Similarly, the cheating speed of the Great Universe of the World of Life can make a Shrouding the Heavens cultivator cry to death.

In the Great Universe of the World of Life, the mastery of space, matter, and time is extremely subtle. As long as the understanding of the Dao is reached, there is no need to accumulate energy, no need to grind with time; the multiverse will automatically help you with empowerment.

This is the unique legendary system of the Great Universe of the World of Life, aggregating the power of all the myriad heavens and worlds and the parallel universe selves.

Lin Xian enlightened the other-self of "Under One Person," the other-self of the Heavenly Pivot Great Emperor, the other-self of Han Guang... he could clearly sense his own strength improving every single minute and second.

Most crucially, as long as there is a world where an other-self exists, Lin Xian can descend without needing the power of the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

【Qingyuan's exploration of the Ananda Pure Land side mission has been completed】

【All missions completed. Do you wish to return to the Six Paths of Reincarnation Space?】

After a long struggle with Gu Xiaosang, the cold voice of the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation finally rang in Meng Qi's ears.

"Is the Ananda Pure Land behind the stone gate?"

"Senior Brother Qingyuan has his own exclusive mission; no wonder he did not travel with us."

The group was momentarily dazed, then immediately chose to return, escaping Gu Xiaosang's attack.

Once bitten, twice shy. After the customary healing, summary, and exchange, Meng Qi gazed around and muttered: "Senior Brother Qingyuan did not return with us?"

"Senior Brother Qingyuan's strength is far above ours." Qi Zhengyan analyzed seriously: "Perhaps he enjoys different treatment from the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation; maybe he left early, or perhaps there are follow-up missions?"

"We can also go to the Pure Yang Sect in reality to find Senior Brother Qingyuan." Jiang Zhiwei thought while resting her chin on her hand: "We will meet sooner or later."

The group nodded, and Meng Qi echoed the sentiment, though he sighed in his heart. He was currently still a servant monk with a low status, unable to leave Shaolin Temple and unable to travel the martial arts world like the others.

After one black and one bright flash, they returned to the Real World.

Meng Qi sat cross-legged in his meditation room, having just barely comprehended the Ananda Precept-Breaking Saber technique obtained from the back mountain of Shaolin Temple, when suddenly a voice echoed in his ears.

"Junior Brother Zhen Ding, Junior Brother Zhen Hui, Head Monk Wusi invites you to the Bodhi Courtyard." Someone shouted outside the door: "The Grand Uncle-Master says you have performed a great service and wishes to reward you."

"Great service? When did I perform a great service?" Meng Qi was stunned, then realized it was because he had previously reported someone trying to sneak into the stone gate within the stone wall at the back mountain of Shaolin Temple.

He did not expect there to be a reward for reporting; it seems Shaolin Temple is still quite fair.

Meng Qi thought happily, preparing to welcome a beautiful future. The moment he stepped out of the room, a flash of inspiration struck his mind, and his smile stiffened.

Wait... the stone gate at the back mountain of Shaolin Temple?!

He had discovered a secret passage at the back mountain of the Lotus Mountain Shaolin Temple, and then entered the reincarnation world to find an identical Shaolin Temple on Shaohua Mountain, an identical secret passage, and even comprehended the Ananda Precept-Breaking Saber technique from the stone gate of that secret passage.

Is all of this really a coincidence?

Inside the Bodhi Courtyard, three monks were arguing over Meng Qi's reward.

Xuan Bei wanted to take Meng Qi as a disciple, but was rejected by the high monks of the "Wu" generation in the Bodhi Courtyard, who believed Zhen Ding's mind was too deep. Although he had acted to help those in need, it was ultimately using violence to suppress violence, which did not conform to the true essence of Buddhist Dharma.

"Nephew Xuan Bei, why not slow down and let Zhen Ding temper himself in the Martial Monk Courtyard for a period of time, trying to smooth out his temperament."

Kong Wen's head disciple and Head of the Bodhi Courtyard, Wusi, chanted a Buddhist name and shook his head: "Although Zhen Ding has merit and can be rewarded with the Seventy-Two Ultimate Techniques, he should not be taken as a true-transmission disciple."

Xuan Bei insisted on his own view, not only because Meng Qi had performed a great service, but also because he was Meng Qi's biological uncle in this life.

"Donor Han Guang's demonic arts are indeed outstanding; he impersonated this old monk to cause disaster, subtly inducing people to fall."

"In just a few decades, Shaolin Temple has actually fallen to this point."

Suddenly, a sigh rang out. The divine monk Kong Wen, along with Mr. Lu Da, Daoist Chong He, and Lin Xian, appeared in the Bodhi Courtyard.

"Master?"

"Grandmaster!"

The people in the Bodhi Courtyard were stunned. Discussing the future of a small servant monk—how did it attract the Abbot, and with two Dharmakaya masters in tow?

Why is Abbot Kong Wen holding the Ananda Saber? Who is he going to fight?

Or could it be that without them knowing, the righteous Dharmakayas and the demons had already fought a battle!

"Wusi, Wuxiang, Wujing..."

The divine monk Kong Wen looked at his disciples and sighed: "You were originally upright, but now I fear you are upright to the point of being pedantic, deviating from your true nature."

"The Demonic Master Han Guang lurked in Shaolin for decades and led you all astray."

"Zhen Ding using violence to suppress violence is certainly not a good thing, but you are so harsh on a junior disciple—where is the compassion?"

"Selecting true-transmission disciples is not interrogating criminals or demonic followers; Buddhist disciples should not demand that good people be saints."

The monks in the Bodhi Courtyard were stunned, and then their expressions changed drastically.

They had been demonized by the Demonic Master Han Guang, their original hearts shifted—why did they not have a single shred of suspicion?!

If the previous Kong Wen was fake, then how can they be sure the current Kong Wen is real?

At this moment, the role of Daoist Chong He and Mr. Lu Da was reflected; one could impersonate a Dharmakaya, but no one could impersonate three Dharmakayas.

After all, three demonic Dharmakayas joining forces would be enough to wipe out Shaolin Temple; there was no need to lie.

"Shaolin Temple is filled with demons; this is this old monk's fault."

Having finally accepted this fact, before the monks could calm down, Abbot Kong Wen raised his eyelids, seemingly having discovered something. To verify his own identity, he raised the Ananda Saber and slashed toward the Servant Courtyard, the most inconspicuous and easily overlooked place in Shaolin Temple.

In an instant, a fat monk with a protruding belly let out a scream and manifested his demon race form. It was actually a Bai Ze, covered in white fur and born with wings on its back!

"Xuan Xin?!" Looking at this scene, the monks of the Bodhi Courtyard were stunned. There really were demons in Shaolin Temple, and Xuan Xin was actually a transformation of a Bai Ze!

He snuck into Shaolin Temple—could it be that he wanted to rescue the Bai Ze Demon King suppressed by the sixth-generation Abbot, Grandmaster Yuankong?!

Meng Qi, who was rushing to the Bodhi Courtyard, felt something and looked back sharply, seeing this scene. His gaze went blank; Xuan Xin, who told them stories in the Servant Courtyard, was actually a monster.

"Uncle-Master Xuan Xin is so amazing." Zhen Hui, next to Meng Qi, said blankly: "The stories he told before—could they all be true?"

"If they are true, so what? If they are fake, so what?"

After a long time, the dust settled in the Bodhi Courtyard. A leisurely voice rang out. Lin Xian pushed open the meditation door and performed a Daoist salute toward Zhen Hui: "When the fake is taken for real, the real also becomes fake; where there is nothing, there is something. Daoist Qingyuan greets the divine monk Zhen Hui."

"Zhen Hui greets True Lord Qingyuan." Zhen Hui hurriedly returned the salute, then said honestly: "I am just a little novice monk, not a divine monk."

"Then I am likewise not a True Lord." Lin Xian said meaningfully. Looking at this little novice monk, who was a wisp of consciousness of Erlang Shen, he was just about to say something when he was interrupted by a voice.

"Senior Brother Qingyuan!" Meng Qi was dumbfounded, almost losing his voice: "How are you here?"

Lin Xian disappeared from the stone gate of the Shaolin Temple on Shaohua Mountain, yet appeared in the Shaolin Temple of the main world—this is too bizarre.

"Good, good. Donor Qingyuan came to save this old monk."

The divine monk Kong Wen led the high monks of the "Wu" generation out, looked at Meng Qi, recounted the events, and smiled slightly: "Donor Qingyuan rescued this old monk from the back mountain of Shaolin Temple, and joined forces with Mr. Lu Da and the True Immortal Chong He to shatter the Dharmakaya of the Demonic Master Han Guang, so that he can no longer stir up trouble."

"All of this is thanks to you discovering the secret passage in the back mountain, Zhen Ding; you have performed the first merit!"

At this moment, Meng Qi felt as if he were in a dream, wanting only to say "Holy crap" and remark that this could also happen!

Seeing him bathed in golden light, with dragons, phoenixes, tortoises, and qilin floating around him, as if an emperor had descended to the mortal world, he shouted: "I am the Heavenly Emperor, I shall suppress all enemies!"

What kind of power is this? Could it be that the back mountain of Shaolin Temple is a passage between two worlds?

Just as Meng Qi was bewildered, Abbot Kong Wen pressed his palms together and asked kindly: "Zhen Ding, what reward do you want?"

Since ancient times, no merit is greater than saving the sovereign. Although Meng Qi did not exert much effort in rescuing Abbot Kong Wen, he was a link in the chain.

As long as it is reasonable and within his capabilities, Abbot Kong Wen is currently a wish-granting machine.

For a moment, Meng Qi's gaze was fiery, and he said with utmost firmness: "This disciple wishes to learn Shaolin divine arts and become a righteous hero!"

A very simple wish. The monks of the Bodhi Courtyard had expressions of "as expected," then asked Meng Qi what he wanted to learn.

Just as Meng Qi was about to shout that he wanted to learn the "Tathagata Palm," the Ananda Saber in Abbot Kong Wen's hand seemed to sense the aura of the saber technique on him, suddenly flying out and circling Meng Qi.

This scene was something none of the Shaolin Temple monks had expected, and they could not help but look at each other in dismay.

Abbot Kong Wen looked at the Ananda Saber thoughtfully, pressed his palms together, and said: "Zhen Ding, you are indeed fated with my Buddha. Are you willing to be taken as a disciple by this old monk, learn the Ananda Precept-Breaking Saber technique, and if you achieve success in the Dharmakaya realm in the future, you can wield the Ananda Saber on my behalf!"

Gazes were cast one after another—questioning, shocked, appraising, excited... all different.

The divine monk Kong Wen taking a disciple is something rarely seen in many years.

If Meng Qi agreed, his status would leap a thousand feet.

"The Ananda Saber is the town-temple magic treasure of Shaolin Temple." Lin Xian saw this and joked: "Wielding the Ananda Saber is equivalent to wielding Shaolin. This Daoist wishes to congratulate the future Shaolin Abbot, the divine monk Zhen Ding."

Shaolin Temple Abbot, divine monk Zhen Ding?!

Meng Qi imagined himself wearing a bright red cassock, holding a monk's staff, with a solemn appearance, and immediately shivered, hurriedly refusing: "Abbot! How can a servant monk like me wield the Ananda Saber? I am truly not being humble."

"You old gentleman should please ask someone more capable; I am just a little monk of the 'Zhen' generation. The next generation of Shaolin Temple Abbot should be a high monk of the 'Wu' generation."

He still has to return to secular life; how could he become the divine monk Zhen Ding!

"Grandmaster, the generations are messed up." Xuan Bei took the opportunity to come out and secretly told the divine monk Kong Wen that he was Meng Qi's uncle.

Shaolin has the generation order of 【Heart, Empty, Wu, Xuan, Zhen, Pure, Wisdom, Deep】. Abbot Kong Wen belongs to the "Empty" generation, a full three generations higher than Meng Qi's "Zhen" generation.

"This old monk was unseemly." The divine monk Kong Wen also came to his senses, feeling that it was inappropriate, and then agreed to Xuan Bei taking Meng Qi as a disciple.

Xuan Bei is Kong Wen's authentic grand-disciple; entering his lineage makes him a successor of Kong Wen's branch, and he can be kept by his side to be guided at any time.

The high monks of the "Wu" generation also breathed a sigh of relief. They did not want to be fellow disciples with a little brat; Meng Qi becoming Xuan Bei's disciple was a good thing.

Even if Meng Qi were to wield Shaolin Temple in the future, that would be a matter for the generation after next, having nothing to do with them.

Thus, the monks of the Bodhi Courtyard, who had just been rejecting Meng Qi, now praised him highly, firmly supporting Xuan Bei in taking him as a disciple, and presented scriptures and Buddhist artifacts as congratulations.

Meng Qi was both sad and happy, speechless. Although the Shaolin Temple Abbot is also a righteous hero, even a great righteous hero, who has sat firmly in the first or second chair of the righteous path for years, standing at the peak of the martial arts world.

But becoming a high-virtue and prestigious divine monk is not the style he hoped for. The reckless Jin Gang hoped to be a young man in white, walking the world with a sword, unrestrained and wild, grand and spectacular, enjoying vengeance, and defeating all the heroes of the world!

The divine monk Zhen Ding received a large number of rewards for participating in the rescue of the Shaolin Temple Abbot.

And for Lin Xian, who had greater merit, Abbot Kong Wen had nothing to repay him with, and could only press his palms together: "Donor Qingyuan, if you have any needs of this old monk in the future, just make your request; I will definitely do my utmost."

"No need for now." Lin Xian smiled slightly: "Inside Shaolin Temple, within the Suppression Pagoda is exactly what I need."

"A monster?" Abbot Kong Wen was thoughtful, gazing at the seven-story glazed Buddhist pagoda suppressed by countless sarira relics in the back mountain.

The top seven stories of the Buddhist pagoda are where sarira relics are kept, while the bottom seven stories are where demons, monsters, and ghosts are suppressed.

The monster Lin Xian wants to take away is not the Dharmakaya-level Bai Ze Demon King, but a Demon-Summoning Banner.

As well as a Kunpeng descendant on the first floor that seems somewhat harmless to humans and animals.

"This monster beast is not much of a threat; it's just a bit annoying." The monk guarding the pagoda said with a strange expression: "Its mouth is too loose."

Lin Xian gazed into the depths of the cell and saw a small bird lying there. It looked very ugly, its body round like a ball, its two wings short and small, covered in black feathers. On its head, there was no bird beak, but a fish-like mouth.

"What are you looking at? I don't change my name when I walk, and I don't change my surname when I sit. My Daoist name is 'Chui Yi Zi', and I am a descendant of the Kunpeng clan!" The little bird hopped around, chattering: "Who are you, kid? How did you get in? Why are these bald donkeys so respectful to you? Speak up, are you unable to speak..."

Nonsense came, and purity was interrupted. Lin Xian took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to beat Chui Yi Zi to a pulp, and carried this Kunpeng descendant away.

Seeing that Lin Xian had no intention of harming him, Chui Yi Zi immediately pushed his luck, outputting another pile of nonsense: "Do you know about the Kunpeng? My Kunpeng clan has inherited for I don't know how many tens of thousands of years. My grandfather's grandfather's grandfather once..."

"Shut up! If you talk nonsense again, I will let you know what it means to have a Kun so big that one pot cannot hold it." Lin Xian said gloomily: "Take me to the Demon Emperor Palace."

"Demon Emperor Palace?" Chui Yi Zi was stunned, stuttering for a long time, and asked suspiciously: "Why are you going to the Demon Emperor Palace? Only the demon race can enter there. You, a human..."

"Actually, I have long been a member of the demon race!"

Lin Xian said leisurely, transforming into the appearance of a human head and snake body, tears and scales appearing at the corners of his eyes. In an instant, he changed from a Daoist with an immortal temperament into a beautiful young man with an enchanting and evil aura. His black hair was like a waterfall, his gaze flowing and soul-stirring, radiating a primeval aura, as if he were a True Dragon Demon God walking out from the ancient times!

"Demon, Demon Emperor!"

Ancient racial inheritance memories awakened from the depths of his bloodline at this moment. Chui Yi Zi trembled, and he, who had been chattering incessantly, became as silent as a cicada in winter.

Similar, too similar. Lin Xian's current appearance was like an Innate Dao Body, the Dharma Image of the Wa Emperor, capable of making all demons submit!

Real World, East Sea Eye.

Swish, swish, the vortex of the Sea Eye surged, its color dark and deep, unable to see the bottom, not knowing where it led—the unknown and mysterious are the most terrifying.

"It's so dark, I'm so scared!!!"

Chui Yi Zi's noise rang out, and he was slapped unconscious by the unbearable Lin Xian.

Just at this moment, a charming voice rang out in the void, laughing in a low voice: "The Kunpeng made the North Sea Eye its home back then; I did not expect its descendant to be such trash..."

Lin Xian looked out and saw an ancient and obscure palace appearing in the distance, with a plaque written in demon script above it.

It was precisely the Demon Emperor Palace!

Standing at the entrance of the great hall was a female demon, her red dress turning white, like an ethereal elf, hiding a bit of the nobility and disdain of a phoenix ruling the world, with several fluffy fire-red tails raised behind her, extremely seductive.

"Qingqiu fox."

Lin Xian's eyes turned, looking at the little fox, and he pondered: "Successor of the Demon Saint?"

"Of course!" The little fox was proud, lifting her head high, but then said with a bit of disappointment: "Still a little bit off."

"Oh." Lin Xian nodded, understanding that she was still in the assessment period. If she found someone to fall in love with, perhaps she could pass the Demon Saint's test.

After all, the Demon Saint was a love-brained person of extreme emotion and nature back then; innate gods have always been indifferent to emotions, valuing the Great Dao above all.

But it is fine if one does not move toward love; once moved, it is either the great love of Houtu incarnating into reincarnation, or the extreme of the Demon Saint's life after life. Even the Demonic Buddha did not escape the kitchen knife.

"Can I pay a visit to the Wa Emperor?"

Lin Xian asked.

The little fox glanced at Lin Xian's Dao body, silently stepped aside, and muttered: "Demon Emperor Majesty might not be home; I begged for a long time and the door didn't open."

The Wa Emperor Palace was tightly shut; even with the quasi-successor of the Demon Saint present, there was no sign of it opening.

Lin Xian was noncommittal, simply walking to the front of the Wa Emperor Palace and kowtowing three times, saying with utmost respect: "Junior Lin Xian requests to see the Wa Emperor Mother!"

A faint immortal sound rang out, and the doors of the Demon Emperor Palace creaked open. From within, an immortal zither and zither score flew out, landing in Lin Xian's hands.

"Du Tian Zither!"

"Fuxi Divine Heaven Sound!"

(End of chapter)