Chapter 170 Tolerance

Inside Kyoto's largest transcendent cultivation temple.

The head monk, Mogi Seien, collapsed backward, a look of agony on his face, unable to speak.

Many monks were either shocked, fearful, or enraged.

And that head, pickled by the old Heavenly Master, just stared blankly ahead, not showing the high-spirited appearance it once had. People who weren't familiar with him might not even recognize whose head it was. Only after several breaths did a woman in a kimono let out a piercing scream, accompanied by the sounds of weapons being drawn as the monks surged forward.

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

Mogi Seien raised his hand to stop them, saying, "Halt."

His face was twisted, but he managed to calm himself down, slowly lifting his head and saying:

"It's also possible that my son was in the wrong in this matter."

"He left the temple to travel and practice Shugendo more than two years ago."

"What exactly happened still needs further verification, but at least, at least today is the Bon Festival. Buddhism is vast, and there are many distinguished guests here today. We must not shed blood on this day."

This was exactly the same as the old Heavenly Master Zhang Ruosu's prediction of the Sakura Island cultivator's reaction.

They could even endure this.

Wei Yuan's expression didn't change, and he refilled his own glass of wine.

Mogi Seien picked up Mogi Yoshiyuki's head, trembling as he placed it in a box, and returned to the inner room. This appearance—reluctant to fight on this special day, enduring humiliation for the sake of everyone—actually made Wei Yuan feel like he was the villain.

In this aspect, they really were experts.

Wei Yuan slowly drank his wine.

The other monks and Onmyoji around them clearly didn't have a good attitude towards these two Daoists who had obviously come to provoke them. They kept glancing at them. Finally, an Onmyoji snorted coldly, slammed his wine glass heavily on the table, and said, "The two of you are from the Daoist sect of Shenzhou."

"I imagine you possess extraordinary skills."

"Now that you're here today, how can you not show us a few tricks?"

"I've long wanted to see whether your Daoist skills are superior or my Onmyodo is stronger."

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding cultivators immediately became agitated. The young ones were full of vigor, and some of the more profound cultivators wanted to take this opportunity to connect with the Mogi family. Besides, there were only two young Daoists; how much skill could they have?

Since Wei Yuan had come today, he didn't plan to just throw a head and leave.

Mogi Seien hid in the inner room and didn't come out, obviously intending to just watch how things developed.

Wei Yuan didn't care either and was about to make a move when the young Daoist A Xuan stood up first.

He turned his head and whispered, "Curator Wei... Daoist Master Wei, even if we're here to challenge, there's no reason to send out the main force first. Let this little Daoist take the first round. Besides, regarding the previous matter, Senior Brother has been complaining that I didn't get to contribute. This time, I definitely have to make a move."

Wei Yuan asked, "Are you confident?"

A Xuan calculated for a moment, feeling a little unsure. He whispered, "Many people here seem to have about the same magic power as this little Daoist."

He looked around, and then, remembering what his Senior Brother had said on the phone—that everything had already been arranged—he regained his confidence, puffed out his chest, and said confidently, "However, Curator Wei, don't worry. This little Daoist is somewhat confident."

Seeing that A Xuan seemed very confident, Wei Yuan nodded and let him go.

A Xuan stepped forward, gave a slight Daoist salute, and said:

"Little Daoist Zhang Ruoxuan."

The Onmyoji was already in his thirties. He also stood up, nodded, announced his name, and then, holding a talisman, leapt onto the training ground next to the monastery. His movements were agile and graceful. A Xuan, on the other hand, walked over honestly, apologizing as he went, his face full of regret.

Wei Yuan watched and was already confident about the outcome of the competition.

Just like A Xuan himself had said, he and that Onmyoji had roughly the same magic power.

However, Shenzhou placed more emphasis on Daoist practice.

The two of them arrived on the platform. Wei Yuan casually took out his phone and thought for a moment, deciding to send a message to Zhang Ruosu. He had just sent it out, and before Zhang Ruosu could even reply, he heard a cry of surprise. He looked up and saw the Onmyoji using Onmyodo techniques and summoning a shikigami to attack A Xuan.

The boy just took a step forward, dodging as if he had foreseen the attack.

That spell, like a ferocious tiger, tore towards the boy's neck.

However, he directly reached out and pinched the three inches of soft flesh behind his neck, and then with a casual flick, the previously powerful Onmyodo technique was directly dispelled, transforming into Yin and Yang energies that still lingered on A Xuan's fingers. Wei Yuan shook his head. Although their magic power was the same, there was too much difference in the application of their Daoist practice.

The little martial uncle of Longhu Mountain.

Raised by the current Heavenly Master.

If this Daoist skill couldn't achieve what he was seeing, Wei Yuan would have wondered what Zhang Ruosu had actually taught.

Next, A Xuan won three matches in a row. In the first match, the Onmyoji's Onmyodo technique was directly broken by him, and he retreated in embarrassment. The second match was a muscular monk wielding a long spear. The boy used his horsetail whisk to entangle the spear blade, and with just a sweep, the spear directly pierced through the wall and flew away somewhere.

A Xuan, on the other hand, looked apologetic. The monk had no choice but to angrily go down the mountain to find his spear.

The third was a shrine maiden.

Unfortunately, Longhu Mountain exorcises gods and commands ghosts. In his eyes, the gods here were just some methods similar to spirit mediums. Zen Buddhism had a ban on revealing supernatural powers in front of ordinary people, and Longhu Mountain also had a ban on righteous gods possessing bodies—only unrighteous gods could possess.

Even spirit mediums were regarded as heterodox by this talisman sect.

Not to mention one of these eight million gods.

A Xuan almost looked like a cat who had spotted a mouse and nearly pulled out a talisman on the spot to capture the god.

Then he would seal it directly into a wine jar.

This kind of signature technique of the Longhu Sect made all the shrine servants feel a chill down their backs, and they refused to go up again. Even when the little Daoist bowed and apologized in the end, sincerely handing over the talisman that sealed the god's divided soul, they were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they couldn't speak.

In the end, everyone saw that this little Daoist had profound skills, and no one wanted to make trouble with him. And those who considered themselves highly skilled were all in their forties or fifties and didn't want to bother with this thirteen- or fourteen-year-old Daoist. Finally, A Xuan took a deep breath, scanned the surroundings, and politely said:

"I wonder if there are any Onmyoji from the Kamo family here?"

The voice spread out, and everyone looked in astonishment to one side, where many Onmyoji were sitting, not talking to the others. Abe no Seimei had studied in the Kamo family, which showed the profoundness of this lineage in Onmyodo. And today, the great Onmyoji Kamo no Seimei, the current god of Onmyodo who was one hundred and thirty years old, was present.

Kamo no Seimei opened his eyes and said calmly:

"Little Daoist, do you want to try with someone from my lineage?"

A Xuan shook his head. He could sense the terror of the old Onmyoji opposite him. Next, it should be Curator Wei's turn to challenge. It would be helpful to eliminate some obstacles, but mainly, he couldn't let Curator Wei explode. He always felt that the stronger the opponent, the more trouble Curator Wei could stir up.

Therefore, by eliminating the strongest in advance, the upper limit of Curator Wei's trouble-making would be suppressed.

The young Daoist's eyes were bright, as if he saw a peaceful everyday life.

Besides, how old was his senior brother?

Even if some young ones came, they might not know that his senior brother had already made arrangements. So he politely said:

"This little Daoist just wants to try his hand with you."

Opposite him was a great Onmyoji with profound cultivation. A Xuan had no intention of fighting head-on at all. He raised his hand and assumed the Five Thunder Technique posture that his senior brother had taught him, and then, on top of the Five Thunder Technique, transformed it into the Heavenly Master's exclusive Nine Heavens Divine Firmament Thunder hand seal.

Kamo no Seimei had originally planned to send a disciple up.

But when he saw the young Daoist's posture, his expression slowly solidified.

………………

Kamo no Seimei still remembered the events of his youth.

He had eaten mermaid flesh and was already over one hundred and thirty years old. Too many things had been buried in his memory, so long ago that even his predecessors didn't know about them. He was called a great Onmyoji, the living god of Onmyodo, a talent not inferior to Abe no Seimei.

But the most talented person in the Kamo family back then was not him.

His elder brother was the true genius who was said to have the potential to surpass Abe no Seimei in the entire Kamo family.

He had once gone to the battlefield for training.

And returned alive.

Having experienced the cruel battlefield, his understanding of Onmyodo was constantly improving, and he soon surpassed the family sect. Not many people in the entire Kamo family could surpass him. Everything went smoothly, as everyone expected.

Then, when this great talent was in his twenties, a young Daoist of about seventeen years old came to challenge him. Alone, with a sword, he pierced through the entire Onmyoji lineage. On that day, the drowsy Daoist killed the head of the Kamo family. The Daoist robe made of blue-gray fabric and the iron sword with a bandage wrapped around the hilt was a living nightmare.

The rain couldn't wash away the blood.

Hundreds of Onmyoji didn't dare to move rashly.

Letting him walk out.

At that time, the six-year-old Kamo no Seimei was ice-cold. Seeing his elder brother, who was said to be a talent not inferior to Abe no Seimei, being beheaded, he angrily stopped the Daoist, but the latter didn't attack him.

Kamo no Seimei said angrily:

"Who are you?!"

"Me? Longhu." (Dragon Tiger Mountain)

"Longhu that overwhelms the world!"

Kamo no Seimei murmured, "We, we've never heard of it."

The young Daoist with a carefree expression put the sword on his shoulder, crossed his arms on the sword, and laughed:

"Now, you've heard of it."

"What?"

He raised his hand and pointed, the sword energy cutting horizontally, directly cutting from the torii to the backyard, with continuous cracking sounds, directly cutting the Kamo sect in half. At that time, the sword energy directly cut past Kamo no Seimei's eyebrows, as soft as the wind. Kamo no Seimei took two steps back, and then sat directly on the ground, unable to speak for a long time.

The young Daoist retracted his sword finger and said in a light tone:

"The Kamo family has contributed to suppressing Yin and Yang, unchanged for a thousand years."

"I'll spare your Daoist lineage."

"Take care of yourself."

He flicked his sleeves and left.

That scene became Kamo no Seimei's nightmare, and it didn't dissipate for a full century.

Kamo no Seimei took a deep breath, looking at the young Daoist who was about to use the Divine Firmament Lightning Technique. It was almost like the revival of a nightmare. The hand that was as steady as iron when drawing talismans and setting up formations trembled slightly. He said, "You... are you from Longhu Mountain?"

A Xuan nodded and said, "That's right."

Kamo no Seimei was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "My Kamo family will not participate in this matter."

The surrounding Onmyoji were stunned, and Kamo no Seimei looked at A Xuan and said:

"What is the relationship between the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain and the little Daoist?"

A Xuan replied, "He's my senior brother."

"Is that so..."

Kamo no Seimei murmured and closed his eyes.

That wasn't the last time he saw that young Daoist.

Later... later he heard that the young Daoist walked and killed all the way.

Heads rolled under his sword.

The people he killed seemed to have all been sent to the Yasukuni Shrine.

Until the end, the young Daoist directly broke into the largest shrine in Sakura Island at that time, recklessly and arrogantly, and directly took the imperial wine offered before Amaterasu, and drank it with his head raised.

At that time, the tide rose.

The young Daoist laughed and fought his way out.

Covered in blood, he raised his head and drank.

He rode his sword across the East Sea.

He sang loudly with his sword, using his sword as a song.

That poem, the Sakura Island cultivators at that time could all recite it, but now not many people know it. Kamo no Seimei fell into silence and memories, and couldn't help but whisper:

Zhao guest wears Hu tassel, Wu hook is bright as frost and snow.

Silver saddle shines on white horse, swift as a shooting star.

Kill one person in ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles.

After the deed is done, dust off your clothes and hide your name.

I wonder how the 'old friend' is...

Presumably, he is still as free and unrestrained as he was back then, making people hate and admire him.

………………

"Shishu, why are you drinking again?!"

On Longhu Mountain, a certain white-haired Heavenly Master was caught red-handed.

He sat obediently on a stool.

The Daoist, who was more than fifty years younger than him but looked about the same age as him, or even older, with a face full of age spots, pointed at his nose and cursed: "You old lecher, a person in his one hundred and fortys, you've got high blood pressure and high cholesterol, and you're still drinking. Do you want to aim for high blood sugar too?!"

The old Heavenly Master kept his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart: "It won't happen."

"I don't eat sugar."

The old Daoist with the Daoist name Shouke was stunned: "You don't eat it?"

The old Heavenly Master honestly replied:

"I ate too much when I was young. If I eat it now, my teeth hurt."

Shouke said: "When you were young?"

Zhang Ruosu thought for a moment and said, "Well, about when you were this old."

"??!"

Zhang Shouke was furious. He snatched Zhang Ruosu's hidden wine, lifted the old Daoist's quilt and found two bottles of beer, and then摸 out半瓶白的 (translated as摸出半瓶白的 in pinyin). He said fiercely, "I'll tell the disciples later to deduct four months of your monthly allowance. I'll stop you from drinking!"

After his martial nephew left angrily, Zhang Ruosu was silent.

Then he showed a slight smug smile.

He kept his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart.

He took a sip of 'tea' from his teacup.

Hmph, if you want to play mind games with this old Daoist, you're still too young.

Zhang Ruosu happily drank his Heavenly Master Happy Tea, then opened his phone, ready to play a passionate and exciting battle, then he saw a new message, not from A Xuan, but from a man with a pottery pot as his profile picture.

Zhang Ruosu's right eyelid twitched.

"Daoist friend Zhang, I want to set off a firework."

"The commotion might be a little big."

ps: Today's update is the first chapter, stuck with the writing... four thousand words

There should be another chapter later, if it's not out by 12 o'clock, everyone should rest early, thank you y0 for the reward of 20,000.