Chapter 1 Liang Province

In the very center of Liang Province, a place once desolate and filled with miasma a thousand years ago, now lay a fertile plain with thousands of *li* of good farmland.

Stone roads stretched in all directions across the plain, irrigated by numerous rivers flowing from the mountains.

Towns and villages dotted the landscape, a scene of prosperity and vitality.

At the edge of the plain, beyond the mountain forests, martial artists driving beasts into the mountains suddenly looked up.

In the dome of the sky, a black shadow pulled out a long stream of air, flying past at great speed.

Then, pouring into their ears, came bursts of sound booms like thunder.

"That's... the Arctic Ice Dragon? The Blood Devil, An Qisheng."

"The Blood Devil!"

"For more than a month, he has been riding the dragon across the mountains, driving back most of the beast tide. It seems his actions aren't as legendary as told..."

A crowd of people looked up at the sky, some envious, some sighing, and so on.

In any case, the most popular figure in the world today must be this old Taoist who is nearly a hundred years old.

Whoosh~

Among the clouds, An Qisheng sat cross-legged on the dragon's head, overlooking the vast plain below, and couldn't help but sigh:

"With this foundation, it's no wonder that the Huangjue Temple has endured for thousands of years..."

Liang Province is one of the largest provinces in Da Feng, with a radius of three thousand *li*, originally a dangerous place unsuitable for cultivation.

Huangjue Temple almost opened up one-third of Liang Province, which is no less than a feat of expanding territory for any dynasty, naturally endearing them to the imperial court.

It should be known that Da Feng has a total area of less than 70,000 *li* (slightly smaller than Earth), and the smaller provinces are less than a thousand *li* in radius. The land opened up by this Huangjue Temple is enough to equal the size of a province.

It's about the size of two Japans on Xuan Xing.

With such achievements, how could successive dynasties not be close to them?

And its land reclamation is so vast, with extremely low land rent given to refugees and displaced people, saving so many lives.

This move has won even more popular support.

In addition, it has a long heritage, with many masters, not only accepting masters to become monks, but also widely accepting lay disciples, with the widest network of contacts.

The combination of these three factors has created the Huangjue Temple's enduring position for thousands of years.

"Liang Province is surrounded by mountains and rarely experiences wars. With the deterrence of Huangjue Temple, there are even fewer bandits and mountain robbers. Although these monks cannot be said to be pure-hearted and ascetic, they do not exploit more than necessary, and their governance is even more enlightened than the imperial court.

It's no wonder that Huangjue Temple is so famous..."

An Qisheng sighed.

He admired the old monk who founded the Huangjue Temple.

For thousands of years, the inheritance of the Weapon Lord has been cut off, but the inheritance he left behind is still thriving. How could it be a simple matter?

Involuntarily, he also had an idea in his mind.

If he were to create a sect, how would it compare to that old monk?

Whoosh~~~

The air currents roared past. In the roaring air currents like steel knives, An Qisheng quietly contemplated himself.

With this Ice Dragon as transportation, needless to say how fast it is, but it has given him more time to cultivate.

Between his half-open and half-closed eyes, the essence of various martial arts flashed through his mind.

After the completion of the Qi Channels, until before the Divine Channels, there is actually no difference.

To cultivate martial arts to produce 'spirituality' or to have divinity in the fist, he had already achieved this when he created the Sanshou starting style 'South Heavenly Gate'.

In other words, he has already reached the peak of entering the Qi Channels.

After deducing the 'Execution Platform', he can forge Divine Channels at any time, if he can forge a divine weapon.

"Unfortunately, that Red Sun Dharma King's divine weapon is not suitable..."

An Qisheng held two objects in his hand.

One is a string of relic beads, with a strong intention of the Wheel of Law, and the other is a thumb ring.

This blood-red thumb ring is the Red Sun Dharma King's divine weapon, containing the aura of the Great Sun Divine罡 (Gang - a type of Qi).

Divine weapons are not forged casually.

The so-called 'divine' is not a virtual reference, but refers to the 'spirit' of a person. To forge a divine weapon, it must be fused with spirituality and combined with divinity. Only in this way can it withstand the baptism of thunder when the Yin Spirit leaves the body.

In order to slowly absorb the masculine energy of thunder to wash away the essence of the 'spirit'.

Although he has also practiced the Wheel of Law and the Great Sun Divine罡 (Gang), it is not suitable to use them as his divine weapon.

And the materials of these two are too scarce.

What he wants must be a thick and long spear, while thumb rings and Buddhist beads do not arouse his interest.

"Divine weapon, divine weapon..."

An Qisheng murmured to himself.

He agreed to go to Huangjue Temple with Fuxin not only because he was interested in the wrestling match, but also because he wanted to see if Huangjue Temple, which had opened up many mountains and preserved many rare and exotic irons, had the spiritual materials he needed.

Even if he doesn't take the Taiyin Wuji Path, a divine weapon is essential. He is also very interested in the legendary Gate of the Celestial Being.

Whoosh~

In the turbulent air currents, he closed his eyes slightly, circulating his true Qi while entering a dream of himself.

His Qi channel network is too complex, and 99% of the martial arts in the world are not enough to exert his full strength.

Whether it is Sanshou, Heng Lian (horizontal training),罡Qi (Gang Qi), Qinggong (light body skill), or the Wheel of Law, they all need to be re-deduced and evolved.

Practicing martial arts is never about making yourself closer to martial arts, but about making martial arts more suitable for yourself.

With the possession of Dream Entry and Mind Study, An Qisheng has enough confidence.

Even if he re-deduces a more complete system based on the many martial arts in this world, he has enough patience.

How can he live up to such a great creation of entering a world in dreams by merely picking up the wisdom of others?

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Huangjue Temple.

Liang Province, the number one sect of Da Feng.

Together with the Zhuanlun Temple and the Six Prisons Demonic Sect, they are known as the leaders of the righteous, demonic, and evil paths.

It is stronger than the great sects such as the Jishen Sect, the Baiyue Villa, the Zhengang Dao, the Dalongmen, and the Wanjian Villa, and much stronger than the Gang of Beggars, the Twelve Linked Forts, the Tang Clan, and the Divine Saber Hall.

Huangjue Temple is located in a plain thousands of *li* in radius. It was originally a high mountain, which was mined over many years.

This temple covers a very large area, with countless rooms in layers. The young monks who go to the various halls to light incense every morning even need to use Jiaoma (a type of horse) to run over.

It can be said to be magnificent to the extreme.

At this time, the sky was about to dawn, and two people and two donkeys came from a long distance on a straight avenue.

"More than a thousand years of accumulation is indeed beyond what my Dragon Elephant Temple can compare to."

Looking at the extremely magnificent temple in the distance, Fuxin couldn't help but sigh.

More than a thousand years of accumulation as the leader of the righteous path is difficult for ordinary people to imagine. On this land, the dynasties before Da Feng have already changed five times, and the once powerful dynasties have disappeared like smoke.

Huangjue Temple still exists.

Even its fortune is as prosperous as ever.

"It's like a country within a country."

A trace of amazement also flashed across Huiguo's face.

"There's nothing wrong with saying that. Any large sect is like a country within a country. It's no wonder that the Da Feng court wants to collect all the weapons in the world. If Huangjue Temple were to launch an attack, it could raise hundreds of thousands of monk soldiers in an instant, and the many people of Liang Province would inevitably gather..."

Fuxin said halfway and stopped, shaking his head:

"There's no need to say these words. The relationship between Huangjue Temple and my sect is not bad, and there is even kindness."

Huiguo nodded.

The Great Yu Spear Lord of seven hundred years ago was said to be a lay disciple of Huangjue Temple. It is true to say that Huangjue Temple is kind to them.

"Let's go, let's pay a visit to Master Yixiu."

Fuxin said softly.

The master and apprentice urged their donkeys forward, heading towards Huangjue Temple at a leisurely pace.

The closer they got, the more they felt the solemnity and magnificence of Huangjue Temple.

At this time, the sky had just begun to brighten.

As the two arrived, the middle gate of Huangjue Temple suddenly opened, and many monks poured out in a continuous stream, lining up on both sides of the steps for a hundred *zhang*.

"I didn't know that the abbot of the Dragon Elephant Temple was coming. I have failed to greet you from afar, I have failed to greet you from afar."

From the middle gate, before the person arrived, a voice like a Hong Zhong (large bell) had already broken the silence, spreading mightily for several *li*, revealing the profound inner strength of the person.

The master and apprentice led their donkeys and arrived. Several burly and tall monks walked out from the middle gate.

"It turns out to be Master Sanyin."

Fuxin bowed slightly.

"I dare not, I dare not."

Those few monks jumped up and down the hundreds of steps. The leading monk returned the salute when he heard the words:

"How can I be called a master in front of you?"

"Your letter has already been read by Abbot Shixiong (elder brother in sect). Please come in and discuss it in detail."

Monk Sanyin smiled slightly, waved his arm and gestured for them to enter.

"This time I'm troubling you."

Fuxin returned with a smile.

Then, the master and apprentice, surrounded by a group of monks, followed the few monks into Huangjue Temple.

The trees in Huangjue Temple towered into the sky, and the air was filled with the scent of burning incense. From time to time, one could hear the recitation of scriptures and the crisp sound of wooden fish.

The martial artists walked quickly, and before long, they had walked more than ten *li*. At this time, the line of sight suddenly widened, and they had already arrived in front of the main hall of Huangjue Temple.

This place was extremely empty. At this time, thousands of elite monks were practicing boxing under the leadership of a thin old monk, shouting loudly.

The entire training field here is a piece of cyan steel rock that has been weathered for thousands of years.

Cyan steel rock is known for its hardness and weight, but at this time, it has left deep footprints.

Not far away, a large bell hung high on a stone platform. The skirt of the bell was engraved with pictures of mountains, rivers, sun, and moon. There were countless inscriptions on the bell wall, which seemed to be Buddhist scriptures or martial arts secrets.

This large bell was extremely large, larger than a house, and the whole body was golden yellow, as if it were cast from gold and copper, full of desolation and heaviness.

It is precisely the Huangjue Bell.

"Amitabha."

As everyone arrived here, without looking at it too much, they only heard a low chant of the Buddha's name pouring out from the main hall.

An old monk who was short, skinny, and old, with even his eyebrows white, floated down.

He came to the square.

"We have seen the abbot!"

Except for the many martial monks who were practicing martial arts, all the other monks bowed down.

"I was entangled in trivial matters and failed to greet you from afar. I hope Shixiong (elder brother in sect) will forgive me."

The old monk bowed slightly and said.

"Why is there any sin in coming uninvited?"

Fuxin shook his head and stepped aside.

The Dragon Elephant Temple and the Huangjue Temple have a deep relationship. Although he is a Divine Meridian, he does not dare to easily accept this gift from Sankong.

"I wonder if Master Yixiu has left seclusion?"

Fuxin asked again.

Yixiu is the most respected person in Huangjue Temple. It is said that he has lived for nearly three hundred years, even longer than the founding of Da Feng.

The two hundred years of peace in Huangjue Temple in Liang Province were also won by him and the Great Ancestor of Da Feng in a gambling fight.

"The Patriarch is in seclusion to respond to the battle with Pang Wanyang. Shidi (younger brother in sect) has made the decision to agree to what Shixiong (elder brother in sect) is seeking."

Sankong's white eyebrows moved slightly, answering.

"Is the master really going to fight Pang Wanyang?"

A dignified look appeared on Fuxin's face.

As a Divine Meridian himself, he knows very well what this means.

Has Pang Wanyang reached such a state?

"For decades, Pang Wanyang, the number one in the world, has accumulated a profound momentum. The Battle Demon Heart Sutra has been cultivated to an incredible realm."

Sankong sighed softly:

"Several months ago, he wrote a letter, and the divine intention was agitated. Even the Patriarch was moved by it, and he unleashed a thunderous Buddha sound all night before extinguishing it."

Speaking of this matter.

The faces of the surrounding monks also became serious.

The Buddha's sound that night shook the sky and did not stop for a night. The collision in it made many monks tremble.

"I didn't expect that he had reached this point."

Fuxin was amazed, but he also felt that it was natural.

Pang Wanyang had already cultivated the Taiyin Wuji decades ago, and was known as the unparalleled genius of the Six Prisons Demonic Sect, a peerless hero who suppressed the demonic heads of the world in one fell swoop.

It seems natural for such a figure to approach the Gate of Heaven.

"After seeing the letter from that man, the Patriarch was silent for a day, and then wrote a letter, sent it to the Six Prisons Demonic Sect. The specific matter, the Patriarch did not say, just shook his head, and then went into seclusion the next day, and has not come out since."

Sankong's eyes were solemn.

He had studied scriptures and practiced martial arts with Yixiu since he was a child. He was called the Patriarch and was his master. He was naturally touched by his life-and-death battle.

"Since Master Yixiu has personally issued a challenge, I think he has a grasp of the situation."

Fuxin could only comfort him with these words.

"I only hope that the Patriarch will succeed in subduing the demons, otherwise, there will be more troubles in the world!"

Sankong did not discuss this matter too much. He changed the subject and asked:

"With Shixiong's (elder brother in sect) golden body, it is really unbelievable that you are going to wrestle with someone. That Taoist priest has not become a Divine Meridian, but is already so powerful?"

"Such a person is only seen once in a lifetime."

Fuxin slowly uttered these eight words, and then looked up as if moved by something.

A group of monks also looked at it.

Between the rolling clouds above the dome, a Jiaolong (flood dragon) meandered over.

On the Jiaolong's head, a Taoist stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes and hair moving with the wind.