Chapter 118 The Southern Domain

The Great Wilderness, Southern Domain.

"I'm telling you, baldy."

"Go! Don't be a coward, just one word, rush!"

Hu Di, who had become slender, hugged a pile of food, munching and chewing. A large circle of people, or rather non-human things, surrounded him. In front, at a table, Yuan Jue sat on one side, extending his right hand, competing in strength with a tall man with a ferocious tiger-like face.

"Damn it... damn it..."

That race with a trace of great ferocious beast bloodline had already tried its best.

But the monk remained motionless.

Finally, the former roared, his body becoming huge. Because he had actually lost to this bald man in a pure contest of strength, actually lost to a human. Most importantly, he had bet all his money, and if he lost, his wife would beat him when he returned. In desperation, a hint of scarlet faintly appeared in his eyes.

"Hey, hey, you lost. You actually activated the Dharma Avatar Divine Power?!"

Hu Di shouted.

The tall man's body suddenly swelled, becoming huge and terrifying, raising his head and roaring.

The baleful aura raged, and the surrounding onlookers all retreated.

"Run, run, this guy has the bloodline of an ancient great demon. Once he gets angry, the baleful aura rushes to the top of his head, and he only knows destruction and slaughter. He won't calm down until he goes berserk for two or three hours!"

A passerby shouted as a reminder.

"Thank you, benefactor."

"But it's okay, this humble monk is a disciple of Buddhism, and is best at dispelling inner demons and giving people peace."

"Amitabha..."

The monk stood with one hand in front of his chest, proclaimed a Buddhist name, and then grabbed the man who had become huge, almost completely transformed into a bipedal demon form. Without changing his expression, he directly lifted him up with one hand and slammed him to the ground.

Shijia Zhi Xiang Gong (Shakyamuni's Elephant Throwing Skill)!

The fierce man didn't even have time to go berserk before he was directly overturned.

He crashed heavily on the earth.

Causing the surrounding rocks to crack, and large pieces of brick and stone to turn into powder, making the berserk man's eyes dazed and his mind confused.

The next moment, a mixed iron Zen staff directly pressed against his forehead, and the monk said gently:

"Benefactor, have you calmed down?"

Fierce man: "............"

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"Hahahaha, Buddhist disciples, this move of Qing Jing Zi Zai (serene freedom) is really effective."

The thin old man laughed and put away the money he had won. Yuan Jue shook his head and returned most of it to the original owner, and distributed a portion to the poor, leaving only a portion for himself to live and buy food.

He also had no objections to Hu Di.

To be honest, being with this baldy was enough fun.

The old man kept stuffing food into his mouth. Yuan Jue said in a gentle tone, "Overeating is not good."

"Old man, you haven't lost weight for long."

"If this goes on, you'll gain weight again soon."

"Hahahaha, what are you talking about?"

Hu Di just waved his hand and laughed: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"The old man's figure was only due to the backlash of the [Refining the False to Return to the True] ability. Now that I've lost weight, it's impossible to gain weight again. Hahaha, I'm going to enjoy all the delicacies I didn't dare to eat in the past. It's really leisurely."

"When I find Shu, I must mock him fiercely!"

"The old man has finally returned from this conceptual backlash, hahaha..."

Hu Di was in an extremely happy mood.

Picking up a piece of dim sum and putting it in his mouth, Yuan Jue suddenly saw the old man's face swell up, his expression blank. He reached out and rubbed his eyes, only to find that it was just his illusion, but the next second, the old man's belly suddenly swelled up, and his clothes were directly burst.

The old man stepped out.

Feeling refreshed!

The aura of a tyrant overflowed, and instantly a well-fitting set of clothes turned into fluttering butterflies, dancing in the air.

Revealing a body of bare rib meat.

Hu Di: "............"

Yuan Jue: "............"

The next second, the rib meat directly turned into a ball, causing a commotion around him. Rotten eggs and bad vegetable leaves were thrown at the old man who was offending public morals in broad daylight. Yuan Jue reacted quickly, directly pulled off the gray monk's robe outside, and wrapped the old man in it.

The monk looked at the old man who had regained his weight, bewildered:

"This, is the effect of this dim sum so great?"

The old man's mouth twitched.

"I'm so..."

"Wei Yuan!!!!!!"

"You little fox!!!"

"Wuwuwuwu, what are you doing again, you Nuwa's descendant?!"

With a crash, the old man's right arm directly swelled up as if he were a giant. Yuan Jue's forehead twitched, he stepped out, shouted loudly, and used Shijia Zhi Xiang Gong (Shakyamuni's Elephant Throwing Skill) plus the Buddhist Zhangba Jin Shen (Eighteen-Foot Golden Body) together, directly carrying the old man who hadn't become too fat for him to carry, and stepped out.

Buddhist Lightness Skill - Eight Steps to Catch Cicadas!

His movement technique had already transcended the mortal world. The theory of this skill was reaction force. The greater the force, the greater the reaction force, the faster the speed. It was a simple and crude monk school. Yuan Jue's forehead was throbbing, and he only felt that the old man behind him had to weigh an unknown amount more every breath.

Finally, he managed to rush out of the city.

He rushed to the mountains, and Hu Di behind him had turned into a giant as big as a hill.

And then obviously still gradually increasing in size, the monk carried this mountain and strode, finally couldn't hold on, his body swayed, holding back the strength, slowly put the old man down, looked back, and suddenly felt a great sense of relief.

If this was in the city, he was afraid that a butt could collapse the city lord's mansion.

Stretching, he could destroy about one-third of the entire city.

Even the formation was useless.

"Old man, why did you mention Curator Wei?"

Hu Di was at a loss for words. In order to prevent embarrassment, he had quietly transmitted a message to Wei Yuan without letting the monk know about it. Just now, the old man was extremely ashamed and angry, and instinctively shouted it out. At this moment, Hu Di, who had completely lost face, understood again why Lao Buzhou (Old Mount Buzhou) would not want his disciple to follow him no matter what.

But, is it him?

How big of a problem would it take to cause such a big problem?!

At this moment, both Hu Di and Yuan Jue were slightly stunned, and suddenly heard a plain voice that directly resonated in their hearts, far-reaching, vast, profound, and mysterious.

"This poor Daoist is Yuanshi, and has now attained the Dao."

"At Yuxu Palace on Mount Buzhou, I will preach to the common people for seven days. Those who are destined can come."

!!!

Yuan Jue's expression was heavy.

This reminded him of the Investiture of the Gods in the human world, and the plot of Hongjun preaching.

Old Man Hu Di was stunned: "Wait... this is..."

"One of the Ten Great Peaks, the realm of transcendence?!"

"Damn it, isn't it Yuan小子(little Yuan)?! Wait... this Yuxu Palace?"

Does a real Yuxu Yuanshi exist in the world? It's over, it's over, it's really over now...

Did I really ransack the home of this genuine Yuxu?

Hu Di's heart was filled with misery, and he just wanted to roar to the sky.

Suddenly noticing that sentence, [Yuxu Palace on Mount Buzhou], a happy smile appeared on his face again: "Mount Buzhou, Mount Buzhou... Hahahaha, Lao Buzhou (Old Mount Buzhou), your home has been ransacked again, hahaha, you're such a joke..."

"Is there anyone more unlucky than you?"

"Yes, yes."

"Wuwuwuwu, it's me, it's me!"

Yuan Jue calmed himself down and took out the [Buddha Old] imprint left by that Yuxu before.

In any case, if the old man continues to gain weight, he will explode on the spot.

He had to take the initiative to contact him.

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"...Yuxu, Yuanshi?"

The Great Wilderness, the far west, has the God of Yeming who travels with the rising and setting of the sun, moon, and stars.

A handsome god wearing a white robe with gold threads, his hair tied up with a black wooden hairpin, only two strands of white hair on his temples, a sword at his waist, closed his eyes, heard the vast and majestic declaration, and muttered to himself, Yuxu Yuanshi.

Is that the person who said he was related to [Houtu Niangniang (Mother Earth)]?

He recalled the white-haired Taoist he had seen in the distant frontier.

With one sword he killed Rushou, and then forcibly suppressed Jumang...

But the strength he showed at that time should not have reached the Ten Great Peaks...

Could it be that he was really a Daoist friend of the same era as Houtu Niangniang (Mother Earth), but for some reason, his strength was damaged. He escaped at that time, and then quickly restored his original realm during this period of time?

This can explain why he could easily kill Rushou and Jumang.

But... this aura...

Yeming frowned slightly, subconsciously raised his hand, subconsciously covering his brow, feeling a burst of stinging pain, a burst of trance, as if something had been forgotten, leaving only some remaining traces, but when he tried hard to think about it, he couldn't remember anything.

Have I ever seen him before?

The young man with a wooden hairpin, white hair, and a sword on the side of his white robe frowned.

Suddenly, he received a message from the Heavenly Emperor Dijun.

"Seven days later, Yuxu Palace on Mount Buzhou will preach."

"Go there yourself, Yeming..."

???

Yeming was puzzled.

Even if he was going to preach, it was just said that those who were destined could come. Even if it was one of the Ten Great Peaks, the Dao that was explained would only give effects to two types of beings -

One was a being who had not been able to cultivate, and would therefore have a commanding view and would not deviate from the path in the future; the other was someone who had reached a bottleneck, and it had to be something that they had been pondering for a long time, and had many feelings in their hearts, but could not break through.

They could suddenly awaken one day and step into a stronger realm.

But for someone of his realm, going to listen to the Dao was of no benefit at all.

Even if the other party was one of the Ten Great Peaks.

Unless the other party accepted him as a personal disciple and heir, otherwise, this sermon would be meaningless. And this level of the Ten Great Peaks valued fate and karma the most. Even though he grew up by the side of the Heavenly Emperor, the latter only accepted Dayi and never accepted him as a disciple.

He had asked before.

The Heavenly Emperor only said one sentence: 'Your fate is not here.'

This was the same principle.

But the Heavenly Emperor had always been a bystander in the mortal world. This time, he took the initiative to give an order. Yeming naturally agreed, cupped his hands, his voice gentle, and said, "Yes, I obey the Heavenly Emperor's decree."

When the Heavenly Emperor's aura dissipated and left.

Yeming pondered.

Seven days later... Yuxu Palace?

..................

And in the area closest to the foundation of the Great Dao.

The white-haired Taoist looked at the reflection of Huntian (Chaos) and smiled gently and peacefully, and then transformed into countless micro-lights with satisfaction and disappeared. Wei Yuan watched the traces of Huntian (Chaos) leave and dissipate, and finally only a talisman similar to a token was left.

"...Is it for me?"

The Taoist reached out and took the jade talisman into his hand. It was said to be a jade talisman, but the material was neither gold nor jade. It was extremely hard, but it was also warm to the touch. The Taoist could not figure out what characteristics it had for a while, so he casually put this thing in his arms, and finally looked at the surging river of the Great Dao.

In his pupils, there appeared the flowing years.

"Tsk... as expected, he's at the bottom."

"He left an imprint, but he didn't leave it completely. He only lit up a few places in the years. As for the imprint of the concept of the future, it's completely gone... Well, if I return, I'll return to the node of the fragments of the sky..."

"Wait, my physical body is already dead... How do I come back?"

"Shudi, Fetal Transformation... Forget it, I'll look for him later. I hope Xian is okay..."

Wei Yuan thought of what happened at the beginning. His last influence was just that he blocked the move of the Turbid Qi Transformation, but at that time he didn't have much strength left. Even he himself was not sure whether he could kill or disperse the Turbid Qi with one blow.

If Xian was really there, and was injured by the Turbid Qi in the past, then it was his responsibility.

After all, if it wasn't for him, if it wasn't for his relationship with Huntian (Chaos), Xian wouldn't have had to go back, and wouldn't have lost his memory.

The Taoist [saw] the node of that time, looked at this vast and majestic river of the Great Dao, and felt lost in his heart. He didn't know how long it would be before he could rely on himself next time, instead of taking the initiative to come here with the opportunity to take that step.

Wei Yuan lowered his eyes, and the white-haired Taoist's form dissipated.

Time froze.

Karma reconnected.

So, he returned to the Nine Serenities and saw his old friend again.

ps: Today's first update............

Outlining and integrating.

Looking back at the whole, I feel that there are a lot of pits.