Chapter 193: Daoist name Mr. Nian! Resembling Li Yishan (5k-word chapter)

Tonight's wind and moon are exceptionally different.

The white walls of the hospital looked like solemn spirit banners in Ji Fengting's eyes, and the smell of disinfectant made Mo Yun's cold corpse appear in his mind.

Since cultivating in Maoshan, besides comprehending Daoist techniques, the cultivation of one's character is also very important.

Therefore, although his nature was arrogant, his original heart was very kind.

However, at this moment, for the first time in his life, he had developed a murderous intent, an unprecedented murderous intent.

In Ji Fengting's eyes, the monsters of the Wu Wei Sect all deserved to die, all of them deserved to die; even an ant among them had great sin.

Such sin, only killing can stop it, only killing without salvation.

"Damn it... all of them should die... Wu Wei Sect..."

Ji Fengting whispered to himself, as if possessed. His eyes were covered with bloodshot veins, and in his mind, he constantly imagined and visualized scenes of torturing Fang Changying and torturing Jiang Li.

It seemed that only in this way could he feel a little better.

"Immortals are originally made by mortals; I only fear that mortals' will is not firm..."

Just then, a slow, indifferent voice sounded in his ear, pulling Ji Fengting's thoughts back.

Ji Fengting turned his head and saw a doctor in a white coat sitting on a bench, as if he had just come out of the operating room.

This doctor was not old, about thirty years old, with fair skin, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and looking refined.

"When I went traveling before, a Daoist priest in the mountains told me..." the gold-rimmed glasses doctor laughed lightly.

"Are you all Daoist priests?"

Ji Fengting was stunned for a moment, looked at the operating room, and couldn't help asking: "Doctor, how is my Senior Brother?"

"He is out of danger, but he lost too much blood and needs to rest for a while," the gold-rimmed glasses doctor comforted.

Ji Fengting breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said: "Thank you, Doctor."

"You're welcome, it's part of the job," the doctor pushed his glasses and laughed lightly.

Ji Fengting remained silent, looking at the ground.

"Want to kill someone?"

Just then, the gold-rimmed glasses doctor spoke again.

As soon as these words were spoken, Ji Fengting's expression changed drastically, his fists clenched tightly, and he looked at the gold-rimmed glasses doctor with some disbelief.

"You..."

"The Daoist priest in the mountains once told me that the greatest pain in the human world is impermanence. Friends and relatives around you suddenly die, and sorrow arises from it; this is the suffering brought by impermanence..."

The gold-rimmed glasses doctor said to himself, took out a box of chewing gum from his pocket, and handed it to Ji Fengting.

Ji Fengting stood there stunned, but didn't take it.

The gold-rimmed glasses doctor took out a piece himself, unwrapped the packaging, and put a piece into his mouth.

"The sorrow of ordinary people lies in 【the heart following the environment】... When the current situation changes, the inner heart changes along with it, giving rise to endless troubles."

The gold-rimmed glasses doctor said to himself: "Often at such times, the thing Daoist priests fear most will be born."

"What?" Ji Fengting asked subconsciously.

"Thoughts!" The gold-rimmed glasses doctor chewed the gum and spat out two words.

All phenomena are impermanent, thoughts must arise first.

Precisely because this world is false and impermanent, all sentient beings will give rise to various thoughts.

Just like when the weather gets cold, you feel cold; at this time, various thoughts will sprout: should I add clothes? Will I catch a cold? Can I still wear last year's clothes? Should I buy new clothes...

These thoughts will affect people's behavior, consume people's spirit, and damage people's Qi and blood...

That is the greatest tribulation and obstacle in cultivation.

The heart follows the environment, and ten thousand thoughts arise.

Once a thought arises, there must be a manifestation.

"Did you just have the thought of killing someone?" The gold-rimmed glasses doctor laughed lightly.

"You..."

Ji Fengting looked blankly at the young doctor in front of him, really unable to imagine these words coming from the other party's mouth.

"The Daoist priest in the mountains also gave me a sentence, and I will give it to you..." The gold-rimmed glasses doctor lived to himself, and without waiting for Ji Fengting to react, he continued.

"Ten thousand conditions arise from thoughts; all actions are not yet formed, thoughts arise first. If you want to become an immortal and a Daoist patriarch, ten thousand thoughts must be reached to become true."

As he spoke, the gold-rimmed glasses doctor patted Ji Fengting on the shoulder, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"If thoughts arise, if they don't become true, how can they be reached? If they are not reached, they will inevitably become inner demons..."

The gold-rimmed glasses doctor's voice became lower and lower. He leaned into Ji Fengting's ear and whispered: "Whatever you think, just do it..."

"Cultivation should be doing whatever you want."

"Ji Fengting!?"

Just then, a soft call came from the side. Ji Fengting came back to his senses, looked up, and saw Xiao Qiji and Zhang Fan already standing in front of him.

"What are you talking to yourself about here alone?" Xiao Qiji said in a deep voice.

"I..."

Ji Fengting turned his head and pointed to the side, but the bench beside him was empty; where was the figure of the gold-rimmed glasses doctor?

Ding-dong...

Just then, the light in the operating room lit up, the door opened, and a doctor in a white coat walked out from inside, surprisingly the man wearing gold-rimmed glasses just now.

"Doctor, how is it?"

"The patient is out of the danger period, but needs quiet rest. You cannot see him for the time being."

The gold-rimmed glasses doctor's eyes were covered with bloodshot veins, looking a bit tired.

"Trouble, Doctor." Xiao Qiji and Zhang Fan looked at each other and thanked him.

"Have you been inside the whole time?"

Just then, Ji Fengting walked over, looked at the gold-rimmed glasses doctor, and couldn't help asking.

"Hmm!?"

The gold-rimmed glasses doctor was stunned for a moment, then his expression became strange: "If I'm not inside, who is performing the surgery on the patient?"

"But you clearly just..." Ji Fengting stopped mid-sentence.

The strange behavior made Xiao Qiji and Zhang Fan cast strange looks.

The gold-rimmed glasses doctor looked Ji Fengting up and down, then said in a deep voice: "Neurology is on the third floor, go take a look."

As he spoke, he took off his mask and turned to leave without looking back, still muttering to himself.

"These religious people are always so superstitious."

"Little Ji, are you okay?"

Zhang Fan looked at Ji Fengting and asked with concern.

For this newcomer who had just started, the changes tonight were indeed hard to accept. His Junior Sister died, his Senior Brother was injured, and he witnessed everything but was powerless.

He truly realized the cruelty of this world and the ruthlessness of life and death.

Even for Daoist cultivators, there are things they can do nothing about, things they are powerless to change, and things they are forced to do.

"I... I'm fine," Ji Fengting shook his head.

"If you're fine, go back and rest early. We'll be here." Zhang Fan patted Ji Fengting on the shoulder, then turned and left with Xiao Qiji.

Tonight, they hadn't come away empty-handed; they had captured a live one.

"All phenomena are impermanent, thoughts must arise first..."

Ji Fengting stood still, looking at the empty corridor, whispering to himself.

It was late at night.

Mount Luohuang, Master Juemiao Temple.

Bai Buran held a flashlight and pushed open the dilapidated, ancient temple door. A cold wind rose suddenly, blowing the candlelight to tremble.

"You rarely come up the mountain so late."

Just then, an indifferent voice came from inside the ancient palace temple.

"Tonight, Yujing City is not peaceful..."

Bai Buran looked into the depths of the cold temple, as if with deep meaning: "Someone from the Wu Wei Sect caused a huge disturbance in Yujing City..."

"I already know."

"You know?" Bai Buran said in astonishment.

His expression changed drastically, and a deep fear and dread surged deep in his eyes.

"Can you walk out of Mount Luohuang?"

"Not yet."

The indifferent voice came again, unable to tell any anger or joy.

"However... Yujing City now has a particularly interesting little guy. His thoughts are incomparably intense. If the heart has thoughts, there must be feelings..."

"Little ghost, you probably forgot my Daoist name."

Whoosh...

As the words fell, a wild wind rose suddenly, blowing the dilapidated, ancient palace door and stirring the chaotic, bright candlelight.

Bai Buran's expression was solemn, his mouth opened slightly, and he spat out a name.

A name that made even him feel inexplicable awe.

"Mr. Nian!"

Master of Master Juemiao Temple, Mr. Nian!!!

"What did you do?" Bai Buran asked with a trembling voice.

"Nothing, I just sent a big gift to Maoshan!"

Under the jumping candlelight, a figure seemed to be swaying, and the slow laughter dissolved in the quiet temple.

"Tonight, above Maoshan, the stars are brilliant and bright."

"What exactly did you do?" Bai Buran said uneasily.

"I saw a very interesting young man... The future is chaotic, the heavenly secrets are mysterious. I fear Maoshan's incense will be passed to this person in the future."

As the words fell, Bai Buran's expression condensed slightly, and he remained silent.

He knew that what the owner of this Daoist temple said was not false. He had the ability to predict the unpredictable, and perhaps he could really calculate the will of heaven and see a corner of the future.

"What did you do to him?" Bai Buran asked again.

"I just planted a seed in his heart." "Although the starlight is bright, it will stain the rivers with blood. The killing tribulation descends to the mortal world, and corpses pile up on a thousand mountains... Hehe... what a killing star..."

"This world is really interesting."

"I suddenly want to play a game."

The slow laughter sounded leisurely, revealing incomparable pleasure and hiding unspeakable satisfaction.

"You..."

"Go."

As soon as Bai Buran spoke, an invisible force, like a big hand, slapped him out of the temple and out of Master Juemiao Temple.

In the desolate deep mountains, under the pale moon, the night wind rose suddenly, without any light. The Daoist light in front of him seemed to have been banished by time, mottled and ancient, with no vitality left.

Bai Buran took a deep look and turned to leave.

In the following days, Yujing City appeared turbulent and uneasy.

The Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance organized experts, and even transferred many experts from Daoist temples and mountain gates in various districts, spreading out like a net, with an attitude of not stopping until Fang Changying was dug out.

"Last night, a whole team of people was gone."

Near the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, in a coffee shop.

Sui Chunsheng's expression was a bit ugly, telling Zhang Fan this news that was still being kept under wraps.

"Damn it, that Fang Changying is too powerful. A team of seven people encountered him, and only one survived."

Sui Chunsheng gritted his teeth; this was a huge loss.

"This person is proficient in the Yansheng Method and the God-Descending Method, and is himself a Gao Gong cultivator; he is indeed hard to kill," Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

"By the way, who has such a big life?"

Zhang Fan had fought Fang Changying and knew his methods well. Being able to survive under his hands was definitely a sign that the ancestral grave was smoking.

"You know him too."

Sui Chunsheng took a sip of coffee and whispered.

"I know him? Who?"

"Ma Buting!"

"Ah? It's him!?" Zhang Fan was stunned.

He had a deep impression of Ma Buting. This person was originally a descendant of the Sanhuang Sect, specially recruited by Lou Hechuan, the president of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance. His "Three Yin Slaughtering Blade" could be called a unique skill, but his luck was just a bit worse.

That day, at the Zhang family's old house, he was defeated by Zhang Fan's 【Fire Dragon Dan Sword】. After recuperating for a period of time, he had a blessing in disguise and stepped into the Gao Gong rank, but he suffered Meng Qingtong's poisonous hand at the Xiao Xiaole Funeral Home, and his intestines were even dug out...

Fortunately, his life was saved, and after recuperating for a period of time, he had just returned to his post when he encountered such a thing.

"How... how is he?" Zhang Fan couldn't help asking.

Speaking of which, he and Ma Buting were old acquaintances.

"This... I don't know whether to say he is lucky or unfortunate..." Sui Chunsheng stopped mid-sentence.

When the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance found Ma Buting, his intestines had been dug out, and his soul-aspect was hidden elsewhere, escaping Fang Changying's poisonous hand, but he also suffered no small trauma. Now he is still in the ICU and hasn't woken up.

To be honest, being seriously injured to this extent and still not dying, many people inside the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance are discussing it, all feeling that Ma Buting might have practiced the legendary 【Jia Sheng Gui Si】, otherwise how could his vitality be so tenacious? Several major tribulations didn't take his life.

"Now we privately call him the 【Undying Daoist Priest】, and his reputation has spread..." Sui Chunsheng whispered.

Undying Daoist Priest, Ma Buting.

From now on, the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance had such a figure.

"This..."

Zhang Fan opened his mouth, really not knowing what to say. This kind of thing was too hard to judge.

"What now?" Zhang Fan couldn't help asking.

"This madman from the Wu Wei Sect caused too much of a stir. I guess people from above will come," Sui Chunsheng whispered.

"By the way, after an internal investigation, a mole from the Wu Wei Sect was also found in the Daoist Alliance..."

For Fang Changying to be like a fish in water in Yujing City, there must be an insider in the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance.

"Who?" Zhang Fan's curiosity was burning.

He often ran to the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, and he knew many people inside. Many he didn't have a friendship with, he at least recognized their faces.

"Ling Zhengnan from the General Affairs Department."

"Him!?" Zhang Fan was stunned, and the image of a chubby, kind-hearted middle-aged man appeared in his mind.

He had seen this person. Twice he had received banners and bonuses, all handled by the General Affairs Department. This person was nearly fifty years old, his children were in college, and he had worked in the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance for twenty years. He was a nice guy, polite to everyone, and had a very good reputation.

"Disguised too well."

As he spoke, Sui Chunsheng opened his phone and sent an internal notice to Zhang Fan.

"After investigation, Ling Zhengnan of the General Affairs Department of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance abandoned his original intention and mission, lost the bottom line of cultivation, used his position to collude with Wu Wei monsters, the nature is extremely bad, the social impact is huge, and it seriously violated the first 321 articles of the 2024 revised version of the 'Daoist Cultivation Regulations'..."

"It's already been finalized."

"He won't be able to get out for the rest of his life, and within three generations, don't think about eating this bowl of rice," Sui Chunsheng said decisively.

"By the way, I'm only telling you these things, don't spread them outside."

"Don't worry, I have a tight mouth," Zhang Fan said firmly.

"Sigh, it's an eventful autumn. I don't know where that kid is hiding. Maybe he has already left Yujing City."

Sui Chunsheng rubbed his head and couldn't help sighing.

Late at night.

In the suburbs of Yujing City, an abandoned factory.

A night cat's eyes glowed in the dark night. When the wind blew, its hair stood on end, and it drilled into the ruins nearby.

Under the moonlight, a figure sat cross-legged in the ruins, swallowing soul-aspects in large mouthfuls.

"Ah ah ah..."

A series of painful roars echoed, and with the soul-aspect entering his mouth, there was no more movement.

"As expected of an expert from the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, the taste is much more wonderful than ordinary people."

A joyful smile appeared on Fang Changying's face. These days, he had harvested and nourished many soul-aspects, and his cultivation had greatly improved.

"In a while, I will let you know how powerful I am."

At this moment, Zhang Fan's figure appeared in Fang Changying's mind.

He must get this back.

Thump... thump... thump...

Just then, a slow sound of footsteps sounded slowly in the abandoned factory.

"Hmm!?"

Fang Changying raised his eyes slightly, but saw a figure walking slowly from the night. The moonlight was dim, and he couldn't see the appearance clearly.

"Who is it?" Fang Changying shouted.

"You caused such a big disturbance in Yujing City, breaking the rules," the newcomer whispered.

"You are not a member of the Daoist sects!?"

Listening to the voice, Fang Changying whispered in a focused voice.

"Coming to Yujing City, you must follow the rules of Yujing City."

The voice coming from the dark night was slightly low, and the figure was getting closer and closer.

"Who are you? How dare you manage me?"

"My name is Li Yishan!"

"Ren Xiao, Li Yishan!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the abandoned factory fell into a dead silence. Under the pale moonlight, the figure walked out from the shadows, revealing Li Yishan's true appearance.

Fang Changying looked at the newcomer and was stunned for a moment. He never imagined that this newly promoted Ren Xiao would be so young.

"Finally lured you out." Fang Changying came back to his senses, his eyes shining with strange colors.

He caused such a big disturbance precisely to see this legendary Ren Xiao.

"You want to see me?"

"Correct, I want to cooperate with you," Fang Changying said openly.

"How to cooperate?"

"You are Ren Xiao, you should know that there is a great expert hidden on Mount Luohuang in Yujing City..."

"That great expert is a senior in my Wu Wei Sect..."

Speaking of this, Fang Changying looked at Li Yishan with deep meaning: "I want to visit this senior, and I need your introduction."

With his identity and qualifications, he was afraid there was no hope of seeing that Master of Master Juemiao Temple.

But Ren Xiao was different.

"Why should I promise you?"

"Because I can help you," Fang Changying said with confidence, as if he had already seen through the other party.

"Help me?"

"Correct, I know you practice 【Jia Sheng Gui Si】 among the nine great inner alchemy methods. This method is not so easy to practice..."

Fang Changying's gaze condensed slightly: "If I'm not mistaken, you are currently in a great tribulation, living as if dead."

"I have a way to help you escape the tribulation."

Fang Changying looked at the other party with a smile, as if he had controlled the overall situation.

"Are you done!?"

Just then, the slow voice sounded leisurely, without any fluctuation.

"Don't you want to know what the method is?" Fang Changying was stunned for a moment.

"Tell me after you die."

Whoosh...

A soft sound fell, like a ripple rising, the moonlight was crushed, and the night cat was startled.

Fang Changying stood blankly in place. His eyes still revealed light, but his soul-aspect was like a leaf, withering and decaying, turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating.

Tonight's death is exceptionally fragrant!!!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 194 =====