453: Chapter 42: Reaching the Summit_2 453: Chapter 42: Reaching the Summit_2 “Oh, is that so?”
Yan Xin smiled and said: “If I remember correctly, before you awakened in this life, you should have been asleep for a 60-year cycle…”
“The technique of reincarnation doesn’t take effect so swiftly.”
Jun Mountain raised an eyebrow: “That’s the case for me, and so it is for Miao Zhen.”
“In this 60-year cycle, you’ve missed many interesting events.”
Yan Xin slowly said: “Da Sui Sword Palace has produced an extraordinary swordsmanship genius…”
“Xie Xuanyi, right?
I’ve heard his name,” Jun Mountain sneered.
“Old Yan, you weren’t like this in the past.
It was rare to hear you describe a junior as a genius.”
“Because Xie Xuanyi truly is a genius…”
Yan Xin lowered his eyelids: “If you had seen his swordsmanship, you would think the same as I do.
If it hadn’t been for the incident in the North Sea, he would certainly have revitalized the fortune and legacy of Da Sui Sword Palace, becoming the most prominent monument of swordsmanship in the future Da Chu Dynasty.”
“Such high praise, it piques one’s curiosity.”
Jun Mountain narrowed his eyes: “Pity that the kid died too early.
You say he was such a genius; how talented was he really?”
“The current Pavilion Master of Taoist World Pavilion, Tang Fengshu, was once defeated by him.”
Yan Xin suddenly chuckled, a bit smugly saying: “If you ask how talented Xie Xuanyi was…
I can only say, he’s like my disciple, a once-in-a-millennium figure.”
“Pah.”
When Jun Mountain heard this, he couldn’t help but widen his eyes and cursed: “You old rascal, were you waiting for me here?”
Yan Xin burst out laughing.
“Alright, you came here to inquire about the situation of this battle, trying to predict the outcome in advance…”
“I’ve said what I can say, and what needs to be said.”
After a moment, the Old National Master reined in his smile, reached out to grab the fattest fish and earnestly said: “It’s not early anymore; isn’t it time for you to head back?
Take this fish, I’ve raised it for a 60-year cycle; go stew it, it might nourish your body, maybe you’ll even grow a bit taller.”
Saying so, Yan Xin silently glanced at the top of Jun Mountain’s head.
Hmm, although reincarnated…
his height and physique seem about the same as his previous life.
As always, skinny and small.
“Old fool, you don’t have much time left either, keep it for yourself.”
Jun Mountain curled his lips, didn’t take the big fish, and with a slight flick of his sleeve, he gathered it with Sword Qi and threw it back into the Carp Pond.
He clasped his hands behind his back, turned around, and hadn’t taken two steps when he suddenly turned back, asked impatiently: “By the way, just a casual question, how’s the scenery in Li Kingdom after not walking around for a 60-year cycle?”
Yan Xin immediately knew what Jun Mountain really wanted to ask.
“Go out and travel if you should.”
The Old National Master spoke amiably: “It’s rare to live another life; how the scenery in Li Kingdom looks, I can’t rightly say, you have to see it yourself to find the answer.”
“Alright, alright, such a chatterbox…”
Getting such a response, Jun Mountain waved his hand impatiently without looking back.
Watching Jun Mountain’s departing figure.
The joy in Yan Xin’s eyes gradually turned melancholic.
He looked at the aged face reflected in the Carp Pond, his expression somewhat wistful; he and Jun Mountain had known each other for a hundred years, having experienced life and death together, wars.
The most merciless thing in this world is the passage of time.
Jun Mountain undergoing rebirth and relearning, welcomed his second new life.
But he had already aged.
Sky Watchers defy the heavens to spy on fate, seemingly all-knowing and omnipotent, but actually everywhere restricted and constrained.
Yan Xin knew that he had not much time left given by the heavens.
Jun Mountain could go and see the scenery of Li Kingdom, experiencing hundreds of cycles of seasons.
While he, should likely just stay here, watching the fish in the pond.
Perhaps the time he has left…
is even less than that of the fish in this pond.
“No wonder, everyone desires immortality.”
Yan Xin slowly raised his head, looking in the direction of Ren Shou Palace, Li Pavilion had a thin strand of golden line sweeping across, squarely reflecting the scene of Ren Shou Palace surrounded by millions of silver white talismans floating around, casting a fortress of grand solemnity.
Today, the sky above the Imperial City was overcast, and the fortune gathered at the Fan Yin Temple’s Golden Body Tower formed a striking bright glow.
But compared to the fortune gathered at Ren Shou Palace.
This glow was like candlelight.
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Boom!
A thunderclap suddenly sounded.
The gloomy skies were torn apart by thunder, and the heavy sound of bells and drums resounded from the summit of Red Mountain, reverberating in all directions.
The Golden Body Tower has no bells or drums.
The reason for such sounds.
Was merely because at this moment someone was climbing the tower, and each step taken caused the Sanskrit array of the Golden Body Tower to be struck by Sword Qi, thus erupting with these muffled, hoarse echoes…
Everyone knows that Da Sui Sword Palace’s most famous Visualization Array is called “Sword Qi Bell”, and at this moment, it aptly corresponds to the imagery contained in the phrase “Sword Qi Bell!”
This reverberating sound spread far and wide, even those outside the Great Pudu Temple could hear it.
“Ladies and gentlemen…”
“The time for the sermon to begin has arrived.”
As the bell and drum resounded, Fa Yan, who was in charge of guarding the Golden Light Array, quickly looked up.
He looked back at the blazing light emitted from the Golden Body Tower, his expression solemn, and hurriedly announced that from this moment on, the Great Pudu Temple would be closed to visitors.
The eight gates of the Golden Light Array that were pierced, slowly returned to normal.
Today’s appointed time has arrived, those “destined people” who should enter the temple, have already stepped inside.
At the Buddha Sound Forest.
Fa Li, whose eyes were blinded by Sword Qi, remained tranquil in demeanor.
Even though fresh blood still flowed from his eye sockets, his whole being radiated immense compassion.
With hands pressed together, he deployed his Divine Skills and directly transported a few cultivators who were still climbing the mountain out of the forest.
Under the guise of “guests”, he forcibly invited them to the summit of Red Mountain.
At the final Karma Sea, it was covered in golden light.
The little monk Mi Yun looked conflicted, considering whether to use the privileges of the Buddha Country to send all these challengers back…
Logically, the Karma Sea should not have so many people, but Xie Zhen dismantled the copper man wall, allowing the third round of cultivators to all have a chance for “scriptural debate.”
This debate’s topic was about causality.
Sometimes, it’s these surprises that turn the fateless into the fateful.
While Mi Yun hesitated, suddenly a gentle yet powerful voice of teaching came from beyond the Golden Sea.
“Visitors are guests.”
The little monk looked up, his gaze returning to the direction of the Golden Body Tower.
The tall monk standing at the top of the tower, holding the Golden Mallet, calmly said, “…
Today, those who enter the temple are connected by fate with Buddha.
The battle of Xie Xuanyi climbing the tower should certainly be shown to those outside.”
With these words.
Mi Yun understood instantly; he stretched out his hands and used the golden lines of Karma Sea to replicate the scene at the top of the Golden Body Tower.
Similarly at Red Mountain, the scene on the Golden Scroll changed from the copper man wall to the top of the Golden Body Tower.
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Winds and rain sway but do not enter the Golden Tower of Red Mountain.
Sword Qi strikes the bell, reverberating through the Heavenly Peak Buddha Country.
The tall monk has stood at this highest point for a long time, holding the Ming Sha Treasure Staff.
These seven days of preaching have added to his fortune, raising the aura of the Buddha’s son by a notch, the number of Sanskrit Mantras surrounding the Treasure Staff…
has increased from thirty-one to seventy.
Seventy Buddhist Sanskrit Mantras, like seventy vivid golden scales, envelop the Golden Body Tower from all sides.
“Da.”
“Da.”
“Da.”
Miao Zhen turned around, calmly gazing at the Golden Light Stairs in front of him; footsteps gradually approaching, and the atmosphere was not as tense as imagined.
After the black-clad youth slashed through the sea of clouds, he restrained all his Sword Intent and ascended the top of the Golden Body Tower with a slow and steady pace.
“…You have arrived.”
The young Buddha’s son revealed a pleased smile.
He has waited agonizingly for seven days.
Finally, the arrival of his “enemy” who could be anyone, Jun Mountain or Xie Zhen.
As long as someone could climb to the top of today’s Golden Body Tower.
Then these seven days of waiting would not have been in vain.
“I have arrived.”
Xie Xuanyi surveyed his surroundings, seeing the seventy floating Sanskrit Mantras in the sky and the thick, mountainous aura of fortune stacked above Miao Zhen’s head.
Xie Xuanyi lightly chuckled: “What you mentioned earlier…”
“All counts.”
Miao Zhen smiled softly: “This poor monk stands still, does not retreat, does not attack.
If Xie Xuanyi can break through my Golden Body within three moves, Xie Xuanyi wins.
If the monk loses, he will apologize for the final day’s vehement discourse.”
…
After a brief silence, Xie Xuanyi shook his head.
“That’s not what I meant.”
Xie Xuanyi said deeply: “I meant…
three moves is too many.”
“Oh?”
The Buddha’s son raised an eyebrow.
Xie Xuanyi slowly extended a finger.
“One move.”
Xie Xuanyi slowly said: “I only need one sword strike to break your Golden Body.
If I succeed, not only must you apologize, but you must also agree to do one thing for me.”
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(Tomorrow noon there will be another update.)