Chapter 55 The Martial World and the Ordinary World

The illusion before Wei Yuan's eyes, and the chaotic Buddhist chanting in his ears, slowly subsided after a long time.

Before him was still the surging Huai River, the silent depths of the abyss. Wuzhiqi raised his hand from Wei Yuan's shoulder, watching the latter stagger and fall to the ground, panting rapidly. He thoughtfully inquired, "The one you saw just now, is that the so-called Sengqie? The reincarnation of the Guanyin Bodhisattva?"

Wei Yuan's face was pale, and he nodded.

Wuzhiqi chuckled, "It seems that this lineage has a strong inheritance in Shenzhou."

Wei Yuan didn't have the strength to respond. He finally caught his breath and frowned slightly, thinking about what he had just seen.

An idea lingered in his mind.

Just now, because the jade dragon contained the illusion of Sengqie, he was connected to the Guanyin Temple in the South China Sea. Wei Yuan could only conclude that the monk Sengqie, who came to Shenzhou in the Tang Dynasty, was still alive, but this was almost absurdly impossible. Even Zhang Daoling hadn't achieved this. How did he do it?

If this matter was put aside and traced back in time, Sengqie arrived in Shenzhou during the Tang Dynasty.

In other words, Yinglong Gengchen most likely left during the Sui and Tang dynasties.

The Kunlun incident also occurred during that time.

What exactly happened back then?

The Sui Dynasty, the Tang Dynasty…

Wei Yuan suppressed the surging tide in his heart and closed his eyes in contemplation. Wuzhiqi ignored him, drinking by himself. Wei Yuan pondered for a long time, suddenly realizing a huge problem in the timeline, and his expression changed slightly. During the Tang Dynasty, Shenzhou was a truly supreme heavenly kingdom, with all nations coming to pay tribute.

It was during this era that Sakura Island monks crossed the sea, Xuanzang traveled to the West, and Sengqie entered the pass. There were even missionaries from distant Europa who traveled thousands of miles to spread their religion to the Tang Dynasty, called Jingjiao, and built temples.

In the eyes of mortals, this represented cultural integration, but at this moment, after connecting the extraordinary worldviews, it was not so simple. It not only represented the unparalleled strength of the Tang Dynasty but also meant that the difficulty for outside extraordinary practitioners to enter Shenzhou was greatly reduced.

During the Eastern Han Dynasty, monks traveling west had to offer Buddhist treasures to establish temples under the noses of the Sili Xiaowei (Captain of the Capital) and the one thousand two hundred Zhongdu Guan Tuli (convicts who were assigned to various government offices in the capital), and they were extremely cautious.

That was the White Horse Temple in Luoyang.

Wei Yuan thought of what he had found about the inheritance of the Sili Xiaowei.

Originating from the Great Zhou, beginning with Emperor Wu of Han, and ending in the Sui and Tang dynasties.

In the Tang Dynasty, Wohu (Hidden Tiger) no longer existed in Shenzhou, and various forces poured into the Central Plains as they were conquered by the Tang Dynasty. When the world was at peace, it also laid hidden dangers for the future collapse of this powerful heavenly kingdom. Sengqie also entered the Central Plains during this period.

What a pity…

Wei Yuan suddenly felt a little regretful. If the Tang Dynasty still had Wohu, then it would either be Yuchi Jingde or Qin Qiong, war gods of that level.

And if the Wohu of the Tang Dynasty were still around, what courage would Sengqie have to dare to touch Shenzhou's divinity? Wohu would capture and kill all under heaven. Who would dare to do such a thing? He would have to personally go on the list of monsters and gods, but the events of history were hidden in the mist and could not be changed. After thinking about it, the only evaluation was "what a pity."

Wei Yuan wrote the character Tang on the ground with his finger, slightly lost in thought.

He had slightly clarified some of the past events but had discovered even greater mysteries. What exactly happened during the Tang Dynasty, or rather the Sui and Tang dynasties, that caused Wohu to disappear? And what situation led to the problems in Kunlun and Yinglong's departure to the west?

If Sengqie was still alive, where was he hiding now?

How did he do it?

After thinking about it, he couldn't figure it out and couldn't see clearly.

Just thinking about how he almost encountered a crisis when he looked into the eyes of the illusion, Wei Yuan also knew very well that he should not touch these things now. He should find ways to improve his own strength and cultivation in order to deal with these things hidden in the past, so he suppressed the doubts in his heart and erased the character Tang.

Wuzhiqi's golden eyes glanced at Wei Yuan, somewhat gloating. "You chopped down their ancestral master's statue. There may be trouble waiting for you when you get out. Those monks may not let you go. I just heard them call you the Enemy of the Buddha."

Wei Yuan pondered, thinking of the situation when he first saw the Wohu token, and replied:

"Strictly speaking, I am already an Enemy of the Buddha."

Wuzhiqi was surprised.

Wei Yuan took off his mask, sat upright on the ground, placed his hands on his knees, his back straight, his expression calm, and his eyes fixed on Wuzhiqi. He replied:

"Those who violate my Shenzhou, be they monsters or gods, shall all be captured and killed."

Wuzhiqi's eyes widened, and he looked at Wei Yuan for a long time without saying a word. Then, he suddenly burst into loud laughter, laughing extremely heartily, causing the entire water area to shake and roll. The chains rattled, and he waved his hand heavily, shouting, "Good!!!"

He laughed loudly again.

He swallowed all the strong wine.

Wei Yuan put away the jade dragon, got up after drinking, and the matter here had been resolved. He had finally seen some unknown events in history, but as he prepared to leave, the chains on Wuzhiqi shook, and he spoke again, "Would you say that I saved your life again just now?"

Wei Yuan was surprised, wondering why Wuzhiqi was bringing this up at this time, but he still nodded.

Wuzhiqi said, "I want you to do something."

He pointed to the surrounding waters and sighed:

"The Huai River here has been deposited for thousands of years. All the waters flow east, but they have been here all along. I can't get out, and they haven't entered the East Sea for thousands of years. Merely killing some insignificant little demons is far from enough. I want you to take these Huai River waters on a tour of the Huai River and return to the East Sea."

Wei Yuan's eyes twitched.

He had done the so-called Eastward Tour of the Water God before, but what he had done before and what Wuzhiqi wanted him to do were completely different concepts. He wanted him to take a trip from the Huai River to the East Sea after killing all the monsters and demons in this water area, as a kind of demonstration.

This would definitely bring corresponding effects, and they would be extremely huge.

Wei Yuan looked at Wuzhiqi, seeing that he really hoped that the Huai River waters trapped here with him could return to the East Sea, but considering the impact it would bring, Wei Yuan was still hesitant. Wuzhiqi did not get angry but simply said, "If it's difficult, then forget it."

Wei Yuan pondered slightly, looking at Wuzhiqi, not deceiving or avoiding, and said directly:

"This kind of thing will have an impact on modern society. I am also a person of this era, so I cannot agree rashly. However, I can ask the people in the modern world who are responsible for this kind of thing and ask if they agree to this matter."

"Water God, please wait."

Wuzhiqi was surprised and curious about what kind of magic Wei Yuan would use to notify the other party.

This was the bottom of the Huai River, far away from the sects in the human world.

Then he saw Wei Yuan take out a mobile phone from his pocket.

Wuzhiqi was stunned:

"???!"

………………

The fact proved that the Special Operations Team's claim that they could receive signals even in ditches was not an exaggeration.

As long as it was not interfered with by extraordinary factors, you could completely trust the signal of this thing.

Wei Yuan sent a message to Zhang Ruosu, a Taoist friend from the Heavenly Master's Mansion that he knew.

"Taoist friend, are you there? I have a friend who might cause a bit of a stir in the Huai River."

"I don't know if there is a way to conceal it? Or if this matter is convenient?"

At this time, Zhang Tao and others had already passed on what they had encountered to the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

The sudden appearance of two Dharma Protector Generals was enough to make people's scalps tingle.

Then there was the Huai River Evil God.

Then there was the mysterious man who killed all the Huai River Evil Gods.

While Celestial Master Zhang Ruosu was in seclusion, these matters almost drove the various disciples under his command to a headache. Just then, Zhang Yun staggered in, holding the old Celestial Master's mobile phone, and sought out several of his uncles in the sect.

Those cultivators who were troubled by the strange events in the Huai River saw this line of words, their eyes twitched, and they looked at each other in silence. After a long time, they began to discuss:

"This is that Curator..."

"According to Zhang Tao, those two Dharma Protector Generals were most likely summoned by this person with a talisman."

"Who is his friend? Is it the cultivator who killed the Evil Gods?"

"This... I'm afraid not."

"How high must one's cultivation be to summon the Divine Generals?"

Many Taoists argued with each other, and finally made a corresponding judgment, believing that the other party should be unrelated to the two events that occurred in the Huai River. What he said before about paying attention to the Huai River might be related to his friend, and that friend might be a spirit monster in the Huai River waters, planning to go out and stir things up.

"But in any case, the two things that happened in the Huai River, the appearance of the Evil God and the killing of the Evil God by the cultivator, are already big enough. If any more trouble is caused, I'm afraid it will affect the lives of ordinary people down the mountain. Master is currently in seclusion, so we have to decline according to the rules of the Heavenly Master's Mansion."

The one who spoke was a middle-aged Taoist.

He took the mobile phone and was about to decline, but a hand silently reached out from behind and took the mobile phone back with ease, causing the Taoist to feel a chill in his heart. He turned his head and saw an old man in a plain Taoist robe standing there. The Taoists were stunned and hurriedly stood up to salute.

The middle-aged Taoist who spoke earlier saluted:

"Grandmaster."

He explained, "There are already many things happening on both sides of the Huai River right now. This disciple is worried that if this person's friend causes any more abnormalities, it may have an adverse effect on the mortal world and interfere with the lives of ordinary people."

Zhang Ruosu said slowly, "Let it interfere."

The Taoist was stunned and raised his head, "This... Grandmaster?"

Zhang Ruosu glanced at everyone and said, "The era of spiritual energy recovery will always come. It's time to slowly let those who haven't cultivated know something so that when things really unfold, it won't cause a real panic..."

The middle-aged Taoist said:

"This... Grandmaster is right, but the cultivation methods for ordinary people have not yet been researched."

Zhang Ruosu laughed, "Isn't that good? Force them to produce results quickly."

"Besides, ordinary people, what are ordinary people? You and I are all ordinary people. We can cultivate, and everyone can cultivate. I think it's not that they can't produce results, but that they are unwilling to produce results. They usually think that they have Taoist cultivation, and that others are just ordinary people, or even mortals. What is this called?"

"Oh, right, according to the trendy saying of those young people, this thing is called a sense of superiority, a superior person."

The old Taoist stroked his beard, somewhat pleased with the barrage word that popped out of his mouth.

The middle-aged Taoist quickly said, "This, how dare this disciple?!"

Zhang Ruosu glanced at him and asked, "Then let me ask you, what does my Longhu Mountain cultivate..."

The middle-aged Taoist respectfully said, "Uniting the body with the Great Dao, knowing the law and being natural."

"Since entering the mountain, this disciple has been cultivating with all his heart and dares not forget even half of it."

Zhang Ruosu nodded and asked again:

"Then, if there are more people in the world cultivating, will it affect your own attainment of the Dao?"

The middle-aged Taoist said, "...No, Taoist cultivation lies within oneself."

Zhang Ruosu then said, "Then if there is only you in the world cultivating the Dao, can you attain the Dao?"

The middle-aged Taoist's face gradually turned pale, and he said, "No."

Zhang Ruosu sighed, "If everyone in the world cultivates the Dao, it will not harm you in the slightest; if only you truly cultivate, it will not benefit you in the slightest. Why do you want to hinder ordinary people from coming into contact with the true cultivation methods and being able to cultivate?"

"Is it because you feel that if everyone cultivates, you will no longer be special and will become like ordinary people? Then what you are cultivating is not the Great Dao, but a position higher than all beings. That can be called power and profit, or desire or position, but it is definitely not called the Dao."

"Did you come to Longhu Mountain to seek power, or to seek the Dao?"

The old Taoist looked calmly into the distance, his eyes slightly narrowed, and said:

"Cultivating for decades."

"Do you still remember the Way of the Zheng Yi Covenant, do you know what is meant by 'True One, Not Two'?"

These words carried great weight. Everyone who heard them felt as if a thunderbolt had struck them from a clear sky, frightening them into a cold sweat, and they were unable to speak. They had not realized that there was such selfishness in their hearts. Even in modern times, they prostrated themselves, their faces pale, and a sense of shame arose in their hearts.

Zhang Ruosu sighed, "The future trend of the world cannot be reversed. Blocking is worse than疏(疏导, to dredge). It's time to slowly let the general public come into contact with the other side of the world. Only then can the popularization of cultivation methods be smooth. If the recovery of spiritual energy accelerates, it won't cause panic. This is a chance."

He casually sent a message to Wei Yuan on the other side, asking:

"Is it the power of my Shenzhou?"

Wei Yuan quickly replied, "Naturally."

Then he saw Zhang Ruosu send another sentence: "How big will the commotion be?"

"It's estimated that it will be very big."

The old Celestial Master pondered for a moment and said, "Can it be bigger?"

Wei Yuan: "...What kind of big are you talking about, Taoist friend?"

"As long as no one is hurt, the bigger the better."

Wei Yuan looked at this line of words, fell silent, and then looked at Wuzhiqi next to him. He felt that Zhang Ruosu probably didn't understand the situation very well. This kind of thing was not a joke. His original intention was to hope that Zhang Ruosu would ask the high-level officials of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, rather than drag Zhang Ruosu into the pit. So he pondered for a moment and sent a message.

And next to Zhang Ruosu, the Taoist who had just stood up subconsciously glanced at the new line of text that appeared on the mobile phone.

"Is this what you mean, Taoist friend, or what your Grandmaster, Grand-Grandmaster means..."

The brains of the Heavenly Master's Mansion Taoists went blank.

They subconsciously looked at the current Celestial Master, who was over a hundred years old.

Excluding the content, they could easily see that the other person was considering, the tone was very cautious and polite, with a hint of doubt and kind advice.

But, Grandmaster, Grand-Grandmaster...

They opened their mouths, speechless for a moment.

Zhang Ruosu knew that the other party most likely regarded him as a young man, which was why he asked this question. But the old Taoist looked at the expressions of the disciples next to him and found it quite interesting. So he had no intention of explaining at all. That's right, the old Taoist was originally a young man.

He was very proud of himself.

Zhang Ruosu quickly pressed a reply.

Wei Yuan's mobile phone vibrated, and he saw Zhang Ruosu send an emoji.

A group of cat heads giving a thumbs up.

Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and sent a message to Zhang Ruosu.

"૧(●´৺`●)૭૧(●´৺`●)૭"

The old Celestial Master couldn't help laughing out loud, and then looked around at his disciples and said, "He agreed."

The surrounding Taoists opened their mouths, their faces full of confusion and incomprehension about the way the two were communicating. They then comforted themselves that perhaps this was how the elders were.

It was normal for them not to be able to keep up with the pace.

Wei Yuan turned his head to look at Wuzhiqi and said cautiously:

"It can be done."

ps: A big chapter of four thousand four hundred words.

I can't do it anymore. I may have to ask you for a leave of absence. Today, there is only this chapter. I am forcing myself to adjust my routine. Otherwise, I think I will hang on the keyboard sooner or later. The chapters are late, I go to bed late, I wake up late, I am listless, I code late, I post chapters late, I wake up late. This vicious cycle is almost unsolvable. I'm going to lie down...

Thanks to the African who smuggled over for the 10,000 reward, thank you.