Chapter 479: The End of the Northern Mang Journey (Part 1)

There are two well-known Three Teachings Saints in the world.

The first is the sect leader of the Moral Sect in Northern Mang, the Qilin Daoist Master.

The second is the abbot of Liyang's Liangchan Temple, the monk Longshu.

One in the south and one in the north, one monk and one Daoist, the two stand in opposition.

However, the difference is that the Qilin Daoist Master of the Moral Sect holds the prominent position of National Master, whose status reaches the nine heavens, and he vigorously suppresses Buddhism, facilitating the eradication of Buddhism in Northern Mang.

It is precisely because of this that there is the talk of the monk Longshu entering Northern Mang.

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The Moral Sect is built at the source of the Huanghe.

There are eighteen Daoist temples, nine on each side, distributed along both sides of nine hundred and ninety-nine jade steps. At the end of the steps is the legendary Wua Tianmen. As the state religion of Northern Mang, the Moral Sect has an endless stream of pilgrims, and the continuous incense smoke merges into the mist, making the Moral Sect appear even more like a fairyland on earth.

Ten days ago, a Buddhist Saint blocked the gate, sitting on the flat ground of the first step, peacefully in meditation, wanting to discuss Zen with the Qilin Daoist Master, to preach Buddhism to the people of the world, and to establish a Buddha heart for the displaced monks of Northern Mang.

The Qilin Daoist Master did not appear; he is a figure like a God, a divine dragon that shows its head but never its tail.

But among his six disciples, except for the one in the imperial court, the rest have all returned to the Moral Sect.

The Daoist Canon enters the First Grade at the Profound Point.

Over these ten days, the five First-Rank Experts have each used their methods, whether controlling swords, heavenly thunder, or flames... each displaying their skills, bombarding the old monk.

The monk Longshu allowed the attacks, sitting cross-legged.

This monk is worthy of being a Three Teachings Saint; despite being bombarded by five top experts, he was not damaged in the slightest.

Only as time passed, the Flying Sword had already slashed thousands of holes in the clean, white monk's robe, and the monk's whole body was covered in golden light and blood.

He remained calm and composed, only beginning to recite the Diamond Sutra word by word.

At this moment, the youngest disciple of the Qilin Daoist Master was forming seals, walking step by step toward the old monk. Every step taken was extremely slow, but every time he touched the ground, there was a tremor of heaven and earth, and thunder exploded.

The momentum of this Daoist Master, with one thunderclap per step, grew increasingly intense. When he was only a few steps away from the old monk, he was surrounded by wind and thunder, his energy surging to the heavens.

In the palms forming the seals, countless thunderbolts gathered, a sheet of white light illuminating several dozen zhang in all directions.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that once the power of this strike erupted, even if this old monk did not return to the Pure Land, he would be severely injured.

"You people, you don't understand the preciousness of a Buddhist Saint's Saint's Blood at all; you are truly a bunch of spendthrifts."

Just at this moment, a voice rang out. At the same time, the crowd's vision blurred, and they saw a man in black appear behind the monk.

The man in black held a gourd in one hand, and with the other, he pointed a finger, and the golden blood flew into the gourd.

To the astonishment of everyone, the man in black collected all the blood into the gourd, clicked his tongue in admiration, and then reached out to pat the old monk's bald head, which was indeed smooth and reflective, and very satisfying: "This monk has helped me before, so I will protect him for the time being. You all have no objections, right?"

Of course, no one spoke, only watching the man in black with caution.

Some vaguely guessed the identity of the person before them: a black robe, peerless elegance, and combined with such methods, perhaps only the number one in the Martial Evaluation who recently entered Northern Mang, Murong Wudi.

The Daoist Master, who took one step per Thunder Pool, frowned slightly, but still continued to form seals to draw thunder, stepping forward heavily and firmly.

"I already said this old man is under my protection, why don't you listen." Yu Liancheng took a step and instantly appeared before the Daoist Master.

He slapped him away.

Bang!

This Daoist Master immediately flew sideways like a meteorite, not knowing how many buildings he had crashed through. The dark clouds and Thunder Pool that were almost about to fall and make people's hearts panic collapsed simultaneously.

"Presumptuous!"

"How can this be a place for you to run wild in our Moral Sect?"

The other four Daoist masters appeared simultaneously, and immediately Flying Swords, thunder, Fire Dragons, and ice arrows all greeted Yu Liancheng, enveloping his entire body.

"Well come."

Yu Liancheng grinned, then turned solemn, channeling the Tathagata Palm, and struck down with one palm in the air.

Boom!!

On this day, the number one in the Martial Evaluation, Murong Tonghuang, broke through the Moral Sect, leaving behind a palm print several dozen zhang in size and one zhang deep, and then enjoyed the unique scenery of the Moral Sect's Wua Tianmen for a while before taking the monk Longshu and leaving, drifting away.

Only a day later, before this news had completely spread, a white rainbow was seen cutting through the sky, higher than the Heavenly Gate, with a yellow waterfall behind it.

The white rainbow stopped, revealing a figure, who was a monk in white, drifting and transcendent.

——The monk in white, Li Dangxin.

The current Zen expert who alone possesses the elegance of the Great Vajra, and is also a disciple of the monk Longshu.

"This poor monk Li Dangxin has come to return the favor."

This monk in white, carrying a large section of the Huanghe over the Heavenly Gate, truly deserves to be called a grand gesture.

But soon, Li Dangxin scratched his head, looked around, and asked in confusion: "Eh, where did Master go? Why don't I see him?"

……

Yu Liancheng saved the monk Longshu and preserved the monk's life, so he stopped caring.

Back then, this monk had gifted him the Buddhist Saint's Blood, which was very helpful for his study of the Buddhist Vajra Realm, so he saved his life today.

As for whether this monk would continue to court death and let others beat his Jingang Jingti, that had nothing to do with him, Yu Liancheng; if he was beaten to death, he deserved it, who told him to be so stubborn.

In this way, this trip to Northern Mang could almost be considered complete.

However, there was still one battle to be fought.

Yu Liancheng looked toward the south.

Several powerful auras surged into the sky, undisguised, all of them outstanding among First-Rank Experts, as if they were a silent provocation to him.

"Then come."

A sharp light flashed in Yu Liancheng's eyes, and he walked alone toward the direction where those several auras were located.

Bang! Bang!

The speed at which he walked was not fast, leisurely and carefree, as if strolling in a garden, but every step taken covered a distance of more than ten zhang. And this distance grew larger, and the speed grew faster.

Before long, Yu Liancheng had crossed a distance of nearly a hundred miles and arrived before a small town.

The hour was still early, yet there was not a single pedestrian in the entire small town; it was silent and still, quieter even than in the dead of night.

But the small town was not dilapidated; one could faintly see wisps of cooking smoke, and the meals left on wine tables even still held a lingering warmth.

It was as if, in a single instant, the people of the entire small town had been moved away by some God using divine powers.

However, it was not that there was not a single person in this small town.

When Yu Liancheng passed through a small alley, he caught sight of a middle-aged man who was closing his eyes for a short rest.

This man was entirely rustic in appearance, looking ordinary, without a single striking feature. Even if one were to look at his face carefully, one might forget his appearance the next time they turned around.

The man was sitting on a coffin, and another coffin was placed beside him.

Both of these coffins were crafted from superior wood and carved with intricate patterns; moreover, they appeared to be newly made, still emitting the fresh fragrance of wood.

Swish!!

Seeming to sense that someone had arrived, the middle-aged man's eyes snapped open.

He had originally been plain and unremarkable, the kind of person who would vanish if thrown into a crowd.

But at this moment, his entire body radiated a fierce and overbearing aura; his energy was vast, his fighting spirit surging like a raging fire, unleashed without restraint.

He seemed to have transformed into an invincible ancient War God.

Or rather, he was the War God himself.

Those eyes were like lightning, his aura of violence fully manifest, creating a terrifying pressure out of thin air that struck fear into the heart. Even a Second-Rank Small Grandmaster would likely find their legs turning to jelly if looked at by him.

The middle-aged man's voice was low as he said slowly, "Number one on the Martial Evaluation, Murong Tonghuang?!"

Yu Liancheng said calmly, "Military God of Beiman, Tuoba Pusa?!"

Although both were questions, they had already confirmed each other's identities.

The moment their eyes met, their invisible energies squeezed and collided, and a sudden, violent gale swept through the entire alley, sending sand and stones flying.

Tuoba Pusa narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Very good, you really did come. I knew that not only would you not retreat, but you would take the initiative to meet the challenge. Because you intend to challenge all the experts under heaven to become the undisputed number one in the world."

"Wrong." Yu Liancheng grinned, his brows lifting: "I just want to have a good fight, to fight to my heart's content. I hope you won't disappoint me."

Tuoba Pusa was silent for a moment, then waved his hand to gently move the lid of the coffin beside him, revealing a corpse with a slightly twisted form and a pale complexion. The corpse had lost its life a long time ago, but through special methods, it had not yet decayed; it was none other than Tuoba Chunsun.

"This is my son, Tuoba Chunsun, who was meant to be the heir to my legacy. After I lead the Beiman army to break through Beiliang and annex the Central Plains, I will use martial arts to prove the Dao and ascend through the Heavenly Gate, leaving him to take my current position."

"His talent was excellent, only his temperament was a bit impatient. I intended to temper him, not letting him go into the army, only letting him roam the Edo. He was a Second-Rank Small Grandmaster, and he had two Demon giants protecting him; I thought there would be no danger, but I didn't expect him to encounter you, and in the end, he still fell. Man proposes, God disposes."

Speaking to this point, Tuoba Pusa sighed softly, filled with endless regret and desolation.

This world-renowned Military God of Beiman was also a father; the pain of a white-haired man burying a black-haired one was not easy to bear.

Yu Liancheng was silent for a moment, then hesitated: "I truly sympathize with your feelings. How about... how about you have another one? I see you are strong and robust; you should be able to."

And so, the atmosphere that had been slightly sorrowful was swept away.

Tuoba Pusa looked sharply at Yu Liancheng, his killing intent as tangible as a surging river, rolling toward him.