Chapter 873: Please (122) (Silver-tier bonus for Patron Qianlong 620)

The cold winter had arrived, and the world was a vast expanse of white. Youxiang County was once under the rule of 【Qin Ling Temple】, and for a time the temples collapsed and

This 【Liaokong】 Eyed Lianmin behaved quite differently; he believed that if one did not study the classics, intentionally suffering would not be a good way to accumulate blessings for the afterlife. Thus, the common people of Shanghuo County were not often overworked or self-mutilating to death, but rather read scriptures and chanted names. Consequently, there was no need to go out in the winter to bathe in wind and swallow snow to prove their piety, which reduced one ritual.

Of course, the number of people in Shanghuo County who had ascended to the Pure Land in recent years had also decreased. The common people dared not harbor resentment toward the Buddhist cultivators, so they could only assume they were not pious enough. Occasionally, when they pinched a finger or broke a leg, they would be ecstatic, believing that by suffering and enduring hardship, they would surely accumulate blessings.

Right in the midst of this peaceful territory, rays of colorful light rose into the sky. Surprisingly, more than a dozen Dharma masters arrived riding the wind, mixed with quite a few cultivators on the sides. The leader ordered sternly: "He has escaped to this place! Search quickly, do not let him get away!"

Waves of colorful light immediately scattered. This group of Dharma masters and cultivators rode the wind down to search everywhere. Although they were dressed differently and clearly did not belong to the same Daoist lineage, they set aside their prejudices and surrounded the area together.

After a long while, a golden glow rose up, accompanied by a booming sound, and a harsh roar came through:

"So he really is here!"

In an instant, colorful light filled the sky as they all gathered together. In the previously empty snowfield, a shimmering grand array appeared. A long-bearded man dressed in Jiangbei attire stood in the array, holding an array disk.

At this moment, his expression was ugly, and he was somewhat at a loss, standing in the array: "How could it be this fast... Brother Lin has only just begun his seclusion..."

But when the crowd of Dharma masters saw this scene, how could they let it go? They immediately surrounded the grand array tightly. The leader said hatefully:

"Good... good... you demon, all the way here, you have broken mountains and razed temples, destroying our heritage and monasteries. It is truly retribution; you have finally let us corner you here!"

"Although we are not some great sect or faction, we cannot tolerate you bullying us like this. Fellow Daoists, let us strike together!"

In an instant, golden light flashed and white Qi crisscrossed. All kinds of magic treasures struck the grand array together, emitting loud, booming sounds. The man inside the array was even more unsteady, inputting magic power in a panic. But relying on him alone, with his meager magic power, how could he resist the joint effort of these dozen-plus people?

"Han Li mentioned that although this array is powerful, its strength lies in its concealment. It can be set down at any time and will not be unusable due to various terrains... but it is definitely not a grand array skilled in defense..."

The man felt despair. He was originally from the Wang family of Jiangbei, named Wang Wang Changyan. His parents had gone to the north to train in their early years and had disappeared.

As he grew older year by year, he revealed his talent and gradually became a local genius of the Wang family. It was not until Lin Feng swept through Jiangbei that he joined Lin Feng's command along with the Wang family.

Hearing that Lin Feng had the intention of going north, he was overjoyed. After all, he had originally intended to find his parents, but he was weak and alone, and had been unable to make the journey. Now, he took the opportunity to follow Lin Feng north, serving him faithfully.

But along the way, it was as if they had bumped into ghosts; they constantly encountered all kinds of demon cultivators and practitioners, all of whom were eventually killed by Lin Feng. Killing their way to this place, seeing that the enemies were becoming more numerous, Lin Feng decided to break through to the Early Zifu, which would also make it easier to travel later.

"But too many have come, and too fast!"

Only a quarter of an hour had passed, and the array disk in his hand began to flicker. Dense, fine cracks appeared, and it became scorching hot to the touch.

"Bang!"

This precious array disk finally could not bear the burden and instantly exploded into fragments filling the sky. The shimmering grand array also faded away, and a crowd of enemies appeared before him. The leading monk was full of anger. Looking closely at the situation inside the array, he roared:

"Only you, this beast! Where is that demon!"

Wang Wang Changyan knew that Lin Feng was in the cave dwelling beneath his feet in seclusion, so he refused to say more. The monk did not strike immediately for a moment, looking even more sorrowful, and said with tears in his eyes:

"Ever since Jinlian Mohe fell and the lineages scattered, our monastery's small branch has not wanted to contend with others. We stayed in the mountains and forests day after day just to pass on our heritage. Who would have thought that you bastards, one after another, would kill your way in, killing people and destroying the monastery for no reason! What kind of logic is that!"

The crowd on the other side gnashed their teeth. A cultivator stepped forward and said sternly:

"No need to talk to him anymore. Force the whereabouts of that demon disciple out of him quickly!"

He stepped forward and captured Wang Wang Changyan, who had exhausted his magic power, in a few moves. Just as he was about to act, the heavy snow in the sky stopped abruptly, and the snow beneath their feet melted suddenly, replaced by reddish flames.

"Who dares!"

A sheet of red flames suddenly surged from the cave dwelling beneath their feet, rolling toward them and rising among the crowd. The group of Buddhist cultivators and practitioners could not withstand the divine ability and all knelt on the ground, their knees shattering and their livers and gallbladders splitting.

A man in red and white armor emerged riding the fire, roaring toward the sky. The white snow in the sky was blown away by him, leaving only his proudly standing figure:

"A bunch of ants, daring to block my path!"

He joined two fingers and spat out a stream of flames, instantly burning the cultivators below to nothing. Whether it was the monk who was crying and complaining, or the cultivator who had his son killed halfway, in an instant, not even ash remained. Along with the entire fertile soil covered in white snow, it was burned dry of water, turning the earth into sand and becoming a desert.

"Brother Lin!"

Wang Wang Changyan wept with joy, but he saw the sky covered in dark clouds. A massive golden body gradually emerged, half-hidden in thick, brilliant light, its two feet treading on the clouds, stepping on a mountain of demons. Behind it were a thousand hands, all holding long staves. The jade crown on its head shone brilliantly, and inside it was a head full of rage.

This face was as smooth as jade, its mouth slightly open, and there was another face on its tongue, pink and delicate, with two bulging eyes full of bloodshot veins. It opened its mouth and shouted:

"Demon disciple! How dare you commit mass slaughter here!"

"I am Jinlian Mohe of the Wrathful Path, coming from the sky full of flower rain, specifically to subdue you, this demon!"

Wang Wang Changyan was almost scared to the point of fainting:

"What kind of Jinlian Mohe is this! To be born so terrifying, with a head growing on a head—I'm afraid even a demon king is no more than this!"

This magnificent scene also made Lin Feng frown. He looked closely for a moment, truly unable to restrain the disgust in his heart. Anger surged up in his heart as if he had seen this thing a long time ago. He felt a deep aversion and replied: "Mo your mother's He."

He immediately reached out, took out a long blade flashing with red light, held it in his hand, pointed directly at the massive giant in the sky, and with red fire rolling beneath his feet, he immediately rose into the sky.

"Fire, come!"

As expected of a great figure, with one reach, he took out a spiritual treasure, scaring the Jinlian Mohe in the sky so much that it almost revealed its true form and turned to run. But since it had accepted such a task, it could only bite the bullet, take out a precious artifact, and shout:

"Demon, how dare you be so presumptuous!"

This gaudy precious artifact only lasted for a breath under the scorching "Huo" spiritual treasure. Relying on its deeper magic power and cultivation, it barely supported itself. As Lin Feng's mouth curled slightly, it immediately emitted a creaking sound of being unable to bear the burden, and then exploded with a bang.

"Good demon!"

This Jinlian Mohe could not care about the heartache. It rode the wind and rose, turning into light to escape at high speed, flying rapidly across the horizon. Lin Feng saw its outward toughness and inward weakness, laughed, rode the wind at high speed, and headed north, leaving only a trail of fire and a sentence in the air: "Wang Changyan, please wait a moment. I will go and return!"

This fire fell lightly, enveloping Wang Wang Changyan, clearly protecting him. Wang Wang Changyan sat cross-legged with a face full of relief, filled with emotion.

"Truly powerful... such a terrifying Jinlian Mohe, and he was actually able to chase and beat the other side..."

He sat for a while, his heart gradually calming down, and the wind and snow in the sky began to fall again. But he saw a black dot wriggling in the wind and snow. After a while, he realized it was an old man leaning on a cane walking slowly toward him.

At first, he was worried for the old man, but when he looked closer, he saw it was a monk with ring scars burned on his head. He immediately felt disgust, but he did not expect that cane to stand firmly in the snow. The old monk put his hands together and sighed:

"Fellow Daoist, you have come to find your relatives, haven't you!"

Wang Wang Changyan only assumed he had calculated it using divine abilities, so he was extremely vigilant and kept his mouth shut, but he heard the old monk say:

"Brother and Sister came from the south years ago and had a sudden enlightenment, gaining great fame in the Dharma Realm. Now you have also been summoned by the affinity, coming from thousands of miles away. It is just right that you have borrowed the wind of this lord; it couldn't be better."

"Fellow Daoist... it is time to return to the Buddhist Land."

Wang Wang Changyan looked at him vigilantly, but saw the old monk smile slightly: "I am the abbot of the 【Great Great Mufa Realm】, here to receive you, Fellow Daoist, as guided by affinity."

The wind and snow stopped abruptly, and brilliant light appeared.

The wind and snow in Shanghuo County stopped and started, but Lin Feng had already flown far away, crossing one after another county cities covered in wind and snow. At this time, there were still monks looking up, and soon the terrain became higher and higher. There were no more monks to be seen, but instead, it was filled with immortal Qi and swirling white mist.

Lin Feng chased for a while, immediately took out a small pot from his sleeve, blew a gust of wind, and a reddish flame jumped out, growing as it met the wind, burning away the surrounding white snow and causing the earth to crack.

This Jinlian Mohe had been smashed by a fine precious artifact of his, so it did not dare to use its Dharma body to meet him, and could only throw out a few rather ordinary precious artifacts. Who knew that this fire was extraordinary? With one roll in the air, it immediately burned these flashing precious artifacts into molten iron and gold, as if pouring oil on fire, and pounced toward his back.

Jinlian Mohe was about to travel through the Great Void, but felt a chill in its brow. That spiritual treasure blade had already followed into the Great Void, just waiting for it to travel through, so it could fall from above and catch it off guard.

"Damn it..."

Of two evils, choose the lesser. It could only mobilize its magic power, and streams of golden light surged from its brow to resist the raging flames behind it.

The "Huo" path was different from others. It dripped lightly onto its magic power, immediately expanding, causing all the magic power in its body to become weak, as if it were in the midst of heavy karmic fire. Its Dharma body cracked in pieces, unable to move.

This layer of magic power was pierced like thin paper. This Dharma body of Jinlian Mohe, known for its sturdiness, met the fire and was burned through with a large hole like wax oil. Brilliant light flashed, and it howled in pain.

"Talking about Foundation Establishment and Early Zifu—it's not as terrifying as before... What kind of nonsense is that? How can there be a Early Zifu who pulls out two spiritual treasures and chases people to beat them!"

No matter what kind of injuries it suffered, this Jinlian Mohe's escape light at least did not stop, and it finally gained a few moments of respite.

But only after this while, Lin Feng flew closer and closer, the scorching flames almost sticking to Jinlian Mohe's back. The spiritual energy here became more and more dense. The other side no longer traveled back and forth in the Great Void, but consumed a huge amount of magic power to move forward in the present world, barely maintaining the distance.

Soon, as the terrain became more and more complex, this Jinlian Mohe immediately retracted its form, took the opportunity to dodge the flames, and turned into a young monk with snow-white skin, in a sorry state. The monk's robe on its back was burned with a large hole, charred and red.

And it actually still retained the habits of a mortal, gasping for air to relieve the pain while lifting the hem of its robe, revealing two calves wrapped in white cloth, running forward unsteadily.

At this moment, they had already reached the depths of the mountains and forests, and the singing of woodcutters could be heard faintly. Lin Feng gradually felt that something was wrong and finally stopped his pace, suddenly discovering two Daoists on the rocks ahead, talking and laughing.

The younger one stood by the rock, probably middle-aged, with a slightly long face and a pair of phoenix eyes. He was simple and plain, with only six simple, ancient little swords tied to his waist as decorations. He bowed and saluted, looking very respectful.

The older one wore a purple-black Daoist robe. Although there were many wrinkles, he still had an immortal air, looking forward with a smile, making people feel amiable at first sight.

Lin Feng stopped. The monk knelt down with a thud, kowtowing beneath the two Daoists, making a thumping sound. The middle-aged Daoist stepped over him and arrived in front of Lin Feng, smiling:

"My lord, please!"

Lin Feng frowned slightly and took a step forward. The old Daoist jumped down from the rock and bowed:

"Senior, please!"

Jiangbei.

This mountain range had sparse vegetation and was covered in thin floating snow, facing a small hill in the north. It was only a few dozen miles away from the Tangjin Gate. As long as one raised their eyebrows to look, they could immediately see the Mount Tangdao Mountain in the east and the colorful Buddhist land rising into the clouds. There were even quite a few monks building temples and dividing territories in the surrounding area.

There were no famous mountains here, and the Great Void was not very undulating. Li Li Ximing drove the sky light silently, restraining the colors, waiting in a corner of the Great Void, quietly waiting for time to pass.

The time set for the lord in Jiangbei was six years and six months. The turmoil in the north was not small, but it was hard to identify because the distance was too far. However, the time was fixed. For the past month, Li Li Ximing had come out of seclusion early and was hesitating and waiting here.

And what he worried about most was the Buddhist land in the east.

The territory where Bai Bai Yinzi cultivated was originally very good. It was not too far or too close to several great sects. The only one close was the Tangjin Gate. He himself was a seventy or eighty-year-old man, so when the families were competing, he was naturally much worse than Xiao Yuan and the others.

But the Buddhist cultivators took the Tangjin Gate, crossed the mountain, and headed south all the way. His position became extremely awkward, almost sticking to the other side's door, which made Li Li Ximing wait silently, filled with worry.

"It's hard to say earlier, but for more than a month, there has clearly been a Eyed Lianmin coming nearby, with great fanfare. It is clear that the Buddhist side values this old man more..."

Bai Bai Yinzi basically had no path to go on the immortal path. From Qi Refining to Foundation Establishment, he cultivated things that were unbearable to look at, almost relying on luck for Foundation Establishment. But Buddhist cultivators did not value these. It didn't matter if he was old; anyway, once he entered the Buddhist land, his lifespan would be greatly extended, so he didn't care about this bit of time.

"Fortunately, it seems that the Buddhist side has arranged it well, only sending one Eyed Lianmin over. A mere one is not to be feared. I will take the person and leave... and there is no need to get entangled with him too much."

Now with two great treasures on his person, his confidence was also sufficient.

Waiting silently for a moment, he secretly chanted a spell in his heart and asked the Immortal Mirror to look. His Qi sea fluctuated, and his heart throbbed: "It really is this Bai Bai Yinzi!"

Bai Bai Yinzi's cave dwelling was extremely shallow and simple. On this mountaintop, it was simply like a small earth cave. The old man was sitting cross-legged and cultivating, completely unaware.

Li Li Ximing was almost startled. Looking closely, he realized that this golden color was just a scabbard, seemingly made of some very cheap gold stone, wronging this magic sword by letting it live there.

And through this decoration, the gray long sword lay quietly in the scabbard, revealing a cold, bright moon color, which was a world of difference from the attire on his body...

"【Luogui】!"

To be blunt, if you sold Bai Bai Yinzi himself, plus all the family property in this cave dwelling, it wouldn't be enough to pay for the raw materials of this long sword... This precious Mifan Taiyin long sword was placed casually by the bed, as if it were some ordinary object.

"Truly..."

Li Li Ximing saw it clearly. This thing was the one that had appeared in everyone's mind at the beginning! "Good!"

His gaze shifted and stayed at the end of the long sword. That place was not empty, but hung with a treasure of Qi Refining, seemingly woven from golden silkworm silk, shining with golden light.

This discovery made Li Li Ximing slightly stifled. He withdrew his gaze, and soon had a guess in his heart.

"It really is this one, no doubt. Then, logically speaking, it shouldn't be wrong... The end should have been hung with that fragment. If the lord took it out, he must have taken it out along with the fragment and given it to Bai Bai Yinzi..."

"Then... it is highly likely that this Bai Bai Yinzi collected it himself after getting it, ran to build this scabbard, felt that the set of hanging ornaments was earthy and inconspicuous, and lost his style, so he found golden silkworm silk to weave it and hung it on the tail of the sword."

"Loose cultivators are very frugal. Since the fragment was collected by him, it's not impossible that it's in his storage bag."

He immediately turned to look at the Great Void. This area actually stood with two Eyed Lianmin and one Early Zifu True Person in Daoist robes, all guarding near the mountain, motionless, waiting quietly.

"Truly lively..."

With the Immortal Mirror, Li Li Ximing knew the exact positions of the three people. After a careful calculation, he would arrive at the same time as the old nun if he descended from this place, and the speed was not slow.

Cold snow fell. He was thinking when red light rippled in the sky, and in the distance, it flashed. A jade pendant left in his palm shattered suddenly, turning into fine, dense powder and scattering down.

"The lord has gone to Mount Luoxia!"

The vision of the breakthrough appeared, and the jade pendant in his hand shattered at the same time. It was Ning Wan's message! Although this woman did not know where she was, it was not impossible that she was also snatching resources, but she still remembered to remind him.

Li Li Ximing felt enlightened in his heart. Without thinking, he stepped across the Great Void, and brilliant sky light rose from the mountains, appearing almost at the same time as the vision on the horizon!

The array set by Bai Bai Yinzi on the mountaintop was like child's play. Stepping across the Great Void was almost a matter of a thought. The stone door of the cave dwelling that was tightly closed was also a joke, like a false setting in the eyes of the Early Zifu. Li Li Ximing appeared directly in the cave dwelling.

Sure enough, he saw that the cave dwelling was dimly lit, looking shabby and poor, with only a bean-like lamp flame jumping, and a stone bed that was as simple as could be.

Bai Bai Yinzi, this old man, was hunched over, sitting cross-legged on the bed and cultivating, completely unaware.

"Boom!"

The brilliant treasure light was no slower than Li Li Ximing, appearing almost at the same time as him. On the other side of the cave dwelling appeared an old nun with a compassionate face, who was old and frail, wearing a gray robe, holding long prayer beads in her hand, her eyes cold, looking straight over.

"Fellow Daoist, wait!"

Li Li Ximing and she reached for this person together, his heart filled with entanglement.

If a Eyed Lianmin and a Early Zifu fought, Bai Bai Yinzi would definitely not survive. Although the old nun had good strength, what she wanted was the person. Naturally, her first priority was to use her magic power to protect Bai Bai Yinzi, even at the cost of letting go of that magic sword 【Luogui】.

He sighed slightly, but finally flicked lightly, used the sky light to avoid the other side's divine ability, and took back the 【Luogui】 that was on the bed.

His own strength was undoubtedly a head stronger than the other side. If there were only two people present, a spiritual treasure would suppress them, and the two things would fall into his pocket as soon as they met. But there were two more orioles behind, so Li Li Ximing could only take the sword first.

For no other reason, there were quite a few people staring at him, Li Li Ximing, now. Under the eyes of everyone, the Li family obtained the news of the sword from the True Lord's mouth, and had been looking for the painting of the sword, and finally searched and searched, finding it on Bai Bai Yinzi.

From beginning to end, the families felt that the Li family's search was normal, all because of this Taiyin magic sword. For this, he, Li Li Ximing, didn't even want Wang Wang Xiaoxiao's family, which could barely be explained by the relationship between the "Yueque Sword Canon" and "Taiyin." If he didn't even take the sword and reached out to take someone else's storage bag, let alone the Early Zifu, Eyed Lianmin, and Jinlian Mohe filling the sky, even a fool would know there was a problem! If they came to toss and turn again, it would be endless trouble. People would definitely fight to the end. Instead, taking the sword left plenty of room for negotiation later! He could only pretend to be full of joy as he took the sword, watching the other side's divine ability protect Bai Bai Yinzi. Even though he was so tactful, the nun opposite still had a look of surprise, looking at him coldly: "Oh... the Li clan doesn't even want Wang Wang Xiaoxiao anymore... This Taiyin magic sword must have something!"

Li Li Ximing didn't fear her at all, looking at her quietly. He was determined to get the thing in front of him, and even a thick killing intent rose in his heart, saying softly: "You can't kidnap him alone. Everyone come out."

This sentence of his was a supplement to his previous actions. The old nun's face showed some fear, and she didn't speak, immediately pinching spells and casting magic in her hand. Those round beads rolled, releasing a large amount of golden light.

"Just by you?"

Li Li Ximing stood tall and motionless. The cyan-yellow spiritual ruler at his waist immediately floated up, turning slightly in the air. The two-colored mountain and river patterns like water waves spread out, tearing the array of the cave dwelling along with the stone door and stone wall into pieces. The entire cellar-like cave dwelling was like a firecracker, exploding from the inside out, hanging a storm of mixed dust and stone powder on the mountaintop.

"Boom!"

These overlapping mountain and river patterns were like a mysterious cyan-yellow flower in full bloom, blooming on this mountaintop covered in fine snow. The True Person in white and gold Daoist robes stepped on the sky light, his voice like thunder, filled with killing intent: "Do you really think you are under the Lotus Throne!"

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Li Li Ximing 【Early Zifu Early-stage】 【Early Zifu Alchemist】

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The paragraph 【Waiting silently for a moment, he secretly chanted a spell in his heart and asked the Immortal Mirror to look】 added the eight characters 【Qi sea fluctuated, heart throbbed】, clearly writing Lu Lu Jiangxian's reminder.