Chapter 430: Will This Body Return to Tang?

Outside Yujing City.

Meng Shenji stood at the ruins of Yang Pan’s estate, brushing his hand over the ground, now turned to glass, pondering how intense the flames must have been when they erupted.

The Shangdao lineage had been passed down since ancient times; Meng Shenji had inherited its legacy, mastered the Eternal Realm, and essentially uncovered most of the world’s secrets—like knowing the sun and moon beyond the Taiqian World were of equal size, knowing the ancient Golden Crows were sons of the sun, and knowing thousands of Golden Crows existed beyond the world. Yet now, as Meng Shenji touched the earth, sensing traces of the Golden Crows, he felt something different.

This Golden Crow was not like a son of the sun—it was the sun itself.

This pure yang energy would greatly aid in achieving Yangshen.

Meng Shenji noted this in his thoughts, then turned his gaze toward the imperial palace. Meng Bingyun had just sent word about ZaoHua Dao—yet this ghost immortal had died inexplicably. Meng Shenji sensed something suspicious beneath it.

But Meng Shenji was not in a hurry. First, he went to Sanhua Pavilion. The affairs of the imperial city would become clear when Yuwen Mu arrived in Yujing City.

Now, Meng Shenji needed to meet Gu Qing first.

“Yinyue the Monk!”

As Meng Shenji arrived at Sanhua Pavilion, he spotted a familiar figure.

In this world, the absolute human immortal—the Fighting Buddha Yinyue.

This living human immortal was also inquiring after Gu Qing’s whereabouts.

“He’s gone.”

Meng Bingyun’s expression carried a hint of strangeness.

“Gone?”

Fighting Buddha Yinyue formed a mudra before his chest, naturally radiating Buddhist dignity. As the Holy Maiden of Shangdao, Meng Bingyun, facing this human immortal, felt as if she beheld a Buddha herself—her heart instinctively braced in caution.

“When will he return?”

Yinyue asked.

“Perhaps soon.”

Meng Bingyun lowered her eyelids.

The Great Qian Dynasty, ninety-nine provinces—Zhongzhou, Dachan Temple.

While Yinyue the Monk journeyed to Yujing City, another Yinyue the Monk stood outside Dachan Temple—his every movement identical to the original’s, surrounded by monks, entering the temple.

Dachan Temple housed tens of thousands of monks, its Buddha halls layered one upon another, eternal lamps burning day and night. As Gu Qing entered, he saw monks riding horses to collect rents, coming and going. It was autumn; Dachan Temple owned vast tracts of land in Zhongzhou, and along his path, Gu Qing saw the temple’s monks practicing fist techniques.

Ox Demon strength training, Tiger Demon bone forging.

This method was the finest in the world for cultivating the physical body’s foundation—the very base Hong Yi would later train in upon entering cultivation.

“Master Yinyue, we heard you went to Yujing City—why have you returned?”

A Grand Master-level monk bowed respectfully.

“There’s nothing left worth seeing in Yujing City.”

Gu Qing mimicked Yinyue’s demeanor, waving his hand. “Meng Shenji avoids battle; Yuwen Mu is all reputation and no substance. But the current emperor, Yang Yunji—his cultivation of ZaoHua Dao is extraordinary, and he’s set his sights on our Dachan Temple.”

Dachan Temple was indeed destroyed under Yang Yunji’s command; Gu Qing was not lying. As he spoke, he arrived at the temple’s main hall.

Aside from Yinyue the Monk, this human immortal, Dachan Temple housed other peak martial saints like Yinhui and Yinhai, as well as figures like the Hundred-Zhang Heavenly King, the Guardian Heavenly King, the Earth-Tolerant Heavenly King, and the Secret-Treasure Heavenly King. Upon learning of Yinyue’s return, these top figures of Dachan Temple all came to pay their respects.

“I’ve returned because I’ve received a secret piece of information—and gained new insight into martial arts.”

Gu Qing said: “I must immediately enter the Scripture Library to close off and study, cross-referencing all past texts.”

Yinyue the Monk was Dachan Temple’s supreme combat force. His sudden return and newfound insight naturally compelled the entire temple to create conditions for him. Gu Qing, having absorbed the most Buddhist martial arts along his journey—especially Yogic Esoteric Transmission—now occasionally practiced them. As he spoke with the monks, every word and gesture remained true to Buddhist doctrine, yet his martial intent carried hidden meaning, allowing these martial saints to grasp deeper truths.

Once inside the Scripture Library, Gu Qing shut the door and casually pulled out Dachan Temple’s secret texts to read.

In the Yangshen world, in ancient times, the Immortal Emperor Changsheng molded humans from clay and founded cultivation methods, later taking Pan Huang as his disciple. After Pan Huang came other Holy Emperors, one of whom was Emperor Yuan—he had already achieved Yangshen. His disciple “Chan” founded the Dachan Temple lineage.

This was a Holy Emperor’s lineage. The Past Amitabha and the Present Buddha were both Emperor Yuan’s arts; the Future WuSheng Scripture was Emperor Yuan’s own scripture, refined over centuries by Dachan Temple’s monks into an ultimate method.

Now, with Gu Qing returning as Yinyue, all of Dachan Temple’s martial secrets lay open before him.

Having cultivated to this level, Gu Qing no longer needed merit points to memorize texts. He scanned each martial scripture in an instant, his mind already arranging their essences.

Gu Qing already possessed Great Brahma Prajna, the Heavenly Book, and secret texts from the Bao Lian Deng world’s Chan and Jie sects—his perspective was supreme. Now, viewing Dachan Temple’s foundational texts was like standing atop a high building—everything within reach, instantly usable.

“Past Amitabha Scripture.”

After reading other Dachan Temple texts, Gu Qing pulled out the temple’s three most important scriptures, beginning with the Past Amitabha Scripture, studying the illustrations within.

The key to Dachan Temple’s Past Amitabha Scripture surpassing all other paths lay in this painting: to see it was to see hundreds of one’s past incarnations—almost as if anchoring the soul in the past. Thus, even if the current soul suffered repeated damage, one could restore it through contemplation of the past soul.

This was the most suitable method for soul cultivation.

“This Chan was truly extraordinary.”

After reading Dachan Temple’s scriptures, Gu Qing gazed at the Past Amitabha Scripture and felt Chan’s serene detachment, effortless freedom. Once he grasped this mindset, every Dachan Temple fist technique came alive.

“Present Buddha Scripture.”

Gu Qing glanced briefly at the scripture, observing the recorded Buddha Palm, silently deducing its mechanics, aligning it with Emperor Yuan’s philosophy, savoring its differences—then turned to his true goal in coming to Dachan Temple: the Future WuSheng Scripture.

This scripture required faith energy to cultivate.

As Gu Qing read, the temple suddenly trembled. Amid a clattering sound, the Scripture Library was completely surrounded.

Yinhui and Yinhai entered the Scripture Library, staring at Gu Qing, demanding sharply: “Who are you?”

Dachan Temple had always maintained contact with Yinyue. When news arrived that Yinyue was in Yujing City, Dachan Temple had refused to believe it—only after double-checking did they confirm Yinyue was truly there.

The Gu Qing here was immediately targeted by Dachan Temple’s monks.

The Future WuSheng Scripture spun before Gu Qing’s eyes—its contents already memorized. He raised his head, revealing his true face, and looked at Yin Hai and Yin Hui.

“I am Gu Qing.”

Gu Qing returned the Future WuSheng Scripture.