Chapter Eighty-Fifth: Great Radiance

  There is a god: Hunyuan Liu Tian Chuan Fa Jiao Zhu; Sanjiao Zu Shi; Sanyuan Du Zong Guan; Jiutian You Yi Shi; Yuan Tian Shangdi; Dang Mo Tian Zun... So many titles, over 100 words of titles, are used to describe just one person.

  That is Xuantian Shangdi (the Supreme Emperor of the Dark Heaven).

  He is the True Martial Emperor with disheveled hair and bare feet, who treads on turtles and snakes, brings auspiciousness to Mount Wudang, and delights in sweeping away evil spirits and demons!

  "I didn't expect you to keep your promise, but I didn't think I'd be stupid enough to fall for it." Yi Tianxing gazed coldly at the slender back of Young Master Qin Zi.

  "I have evil thoughts, but no ill intentions." Qin Ziyu sighed: "Today's events, I apologize to you. The inheritance of the past three days has been going on for 70 years, with a bright surface, who knows that there is a big sword hanging over our heads, involving my father's life and death, I had no choice but to do so."

  Yi Tian sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands forming a lotus seal, forcing himself to calm down. He no longer looked at the woman and said coldly: "So-called heart-to-heart conversation was just to lure me into the Golden Temple."

  "Here only remains the last wisp of True Martial God's presence in the mortal world, pure and upright, all evil creatures cannot escape his law."

  "You've done something wrong." Yi Tianxing shook his head.

  "What's wrong?"

  "If I'm left on Mount Wudang, it's because you want to sneak into the back garden of Huiyuan Temple. I don't think you have that kind of ability, so whether I'm in the provincial city or not is originally not the key point. Otherwise, do you think I would waste my breath talking with you for so long?"

  "I won't say you'll regret this kind of nonsense." Yi Tianxing's body was already being pressed to the ground by the aura in the Golden Hall: "Because you will definitely regret it."

  The young master didn't turn back, slowly walking towards the gate of the hall, suddenly stopping at the entrance: "My real name is Qin Zier, with multiple 'er' characters. Yi Tianxing, if this matter has a good outcome this time, I will come to play Go with you."

  A sentence contains several meanings, telling Yitian Xing's true name, one more word is one more intimate, which may contain a hint of guilt for deceiving the wolf. "If this matter has a good result..." another sentence gives Yitian Xing some hope, as for the next move in chess, it is unknown how many unspoken meanings are contained.

  Yi Tian Xing was like a frog, prostrate on the ground, resisting the pressure of Zhen Wu Da Di's remaining aura. In his heart, he was still praising this girl for her clever and ingenious mind, as one sentence could be so complex that it made him feel dizzy when he carefully savored its meaning. Even his previous anger towards Qin Zi for deceiving him had lessened by two points.

  He was already harboring twelve parts of anger in his heart, having been deceived before and wronged after; even if he reduced it by two parts now, there would still be ten full parts.

  In the blink of an eye, the powerful aura ceaselessly oppressed every inch of his body, making his meridians want to shatter and his flesh want to tear apart, truly feeling the breath of death.

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  Inside the Golden Temple, the majestic appearance of Zhenwu Dadi was awe-inspiring. Turtles and snakes coiled beneath him, as his entire body radiated a brilliant aura that pierced through heaven and earth. Meanwhile, Yi Tianxing stood before the statue like an insignificant ant, yet he was enveloped by an extremely arrogant aura. A spot at the back of his head throbbed with a piercing pain, but this pain ignited an unparalleled surge of power within him.

  Legendary hair that can give birth to little monkeys?

  Yi Tian Xing was shocked, he knew that this absolutely wasn't his own power, but rather the magical treasure passed down by the ancestors in the backyard.

  The statue of Zhenwu Dadi seemed to have sensed the aura emitted by the human in front of it, a small human dared to challenge its authority right in front of it, and the statue's eyebrows, like lacquer, moved slightly, imperceptibly.

  At this moment, Yi Tianxing, who was in the midst of the scene, felt a power comparable to that of heaven and earth pressing down on him.

  Yi Tianxing knew that the one in front of him was just a statue, but for some reason, he could still feel the great power from the ancient divine beast. Perhaps this thread of power was truly just a remnant of the True Martial Great Emperor's aura left in the mortal world, yet it was still so astonishing and shocking that people couldn't resist.

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  The provincial capital, inside the Temple of Return to the Origin.

  When Yitian Xing was under the stimulation of the demonic power of that one hair on his back neck, his whole body emitted an aura like a demon god, and he was competing with the remaining breath of Zhenwu Dadi in the mortal world. This kind of air wave that penetrated heaven and earth finally reached the interior of the Temple of Return to the Origin.

  In the thatched hut in the backyard of the Temple of Return to the Origin, a small ball-like partridge was rolling around beside an old monk wearing tattered robes, pecking at food scraps. Suddenly sensing its father's presence, it stood up with a chirp, its two tiny feet supporting its round body, looking utterly comical.

  "Cuckoo! Cuckoo!" Little Zhu Que felt Yi Tian Xing's unwillingness and angrily cried out.

  The old monk beside him gently pointed to the silver hair on his forehead with his finger, and chuckled: "Want to go? Then go, after all, they are your old acquaintances. My hair seems to be almost gone too."

  As soon as the words came out, Xiao Zhuque's body slowly grew larger, and his originally soft and smooth fluff transformed into bright new feathers. His entire body expanded by about one fold.

  It tottered to the gate of the thatched cottage, looked at the western sky, opened its beak slightly, and let out a sharp and angry cry that echoed through the temple.

  "Ugh!"

  With a clear cry, the grown-up little sparrow flapped its wings and flew away, turning into a red flame that soared high into the sky, straight up to the clouds outside the nine heavens.

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  Qin Zhi had already returned to the provincial city that night. At this time, when the sun was at its peak, the dense forest outside the Guiyuan Temple cast a shadow over her entire body. She changed into another set of clothes and took off the black travel attire, but still stood coldly at the entrance of the Guiyuan Temple, thinking that Yi Tianxing was now suffering in the Golden Hall on Wudang Mountain, she couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

  The thoughts of a young girl's heart and fate are unrelated and most unpredictable.

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  After a long time.

  Outside the main hall of the Temple of Return to the Origin, Bamboo Uncle stood beside Qin Zi and slightly bowed his head, saying: "Young Master, everything is ready, we can make our move at any time."

  "Wait a little longer." For some reason, Qin Zi's mind was somewhat uneasy.

  The top of the bamboo stick in Zhang Shu's hand had a piece of cyan-yellow bamboo skin, about three fingers wide and half a palm long. At this moment, the bamboo skin gradually changed color, with different levels of green superimposed on each other, finally revealing several lines of words.

  Qin Zi's eyes swept over with a hint of residual light, and she slightly furrowed her brow.

  The stick on top of Mount Wudang transmits books.

  "The golden temple loses its fire, and it's easy to escape."

  Qin Zi was shocked, slightly tilting her head and thinking for a long time, but still couldn't understand how Yi Tianxing could escape from the Golden Temple, which was attached to the aura of True Martial Great Emperor and protected by Jing Xiang's great thunder and Lang Xian's book. This can't be blamed on her, even if she had calculated everything, the only thing she knew was that Yi Tianxing had a small Zhu Que, but now its whereabouts were unknown. If she had known earlier that Yi Tianxing had this little red bird by his side, she would not have chosen Wudang Mountain as the place to imprison the young man.

  The Vermilion Bird and the True Martial are related by a skirt.

  At this time, Qin Zier naturally didn't know the reason for the matter, but now that the arrow was already on the string, she had no choice but to shoot. She didn't care what problems the little brat would cause after rushing back to the provincial city. She lifted her feet and walked towards the main hall of the Guiyuan Temple.

  Bin Ku Master was not in the main hall. Today, the second preparatory meeting of the 8th Provincial Political Consultative Conference was held, and after the meeting at the CPPCC auditorium next to Shuiguo Lake, he took Ye Xiangseng to Baotong Chan Temple for lunch. Ye Xiangseng sat beside him in silence, thinking that his master, who also served as vice chairman of the Provincial Political Consultative Conference, rarely attended such meetings, and wondered why he had left the temple since early morning today. Thinking about the current situation outside the Yuanyuan Temple, Ye Xiangseng felt a little annoyed, as if he had sensed his unease, the sandalwood Buddhist beads on Bin Ku Master's wrist slowly released a faint glow, giving the viewer a sense of calmness.

  "I wonder how Yi Huofa is doing now."

  "Jixiangtian has already entered the temple, Master, when shall we return?"

  Bin Ku's faint white eyebrows moved slightly: "The true ruler of the three thousand worlds behind the scenes is now, young master has been plotting to enter the back garden of our temple for several months, the Buddhist sect is now weak, how should we respond?"

  "Disciple is foolish, please Master point out." The handsome and elegant Ye Xiangseng cupped his hands together and asked respectfully.

  Bin Ku Da Shi gently pulled out the rosary from his mouth and said softly, "The Buddha has no constant nature. The bright moon over the great river, the clear wind on the mountain ridge, the morning dew and evening rain, all follow their natural course. Young master wants to enter the back garden, then go ahead."

  Ye Xiang's eyes widened in surprise.

  "Can you still come out after going in?" Master Bin sighed and said, "A genius like the young master is only slightly clever, but lacks great wisdom. He can only see one side of things, but doesn't know the underlying reason."

  "There is still no news about Yitian Xing."

  "The moon hides the jade rabbit, the sun hides the crow, and there is a natural entanglement of turtles and snakes." Master Bin sighed, "If he doesn't go through this tribulation, how can he achieve his true goal? It was already predetermined in the vast unknown that he must go to Wudang Mountain this time."

  Bin Ku's master's wrinkles on his face seemed to be wiped away at the same time, revealing a rare dignified appearance: "Not all Buddhas will not get angry." He smiled again and said: "Besides, Yi Hu Fa is also coming back soon."

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  When Yi Tianxing was about to be crushed by the aura of Zhenwu Dadi, a question suddenly arose in his mind. The conversation with Laozuzong Shifu in the back garden of the Temple of Return to the Origin the other day made him slightly understand. But why is the aura of Zhenwu Dadi so hostile to himself? Is there really such a big difference between demonic energy and ordinary power?

  He knew the problem lay in the strand of hair that his ancestors had tied on him, and the power contained within this strand was far greater than his own. It was precisely because of this strand of hair that he managed to narrowly escape danger multiple times during his confrontation with Qin Zi, and it was also thanks to the power of this strand of hair that he could barely withstand the majestic aura of Zhenwu Dadi's Chun and Xiong.

  Unfortunately, the hair has no roots, and Yi Tianxing cannot turn his head around, but he can also feel that the hair at the back of his brain is gradually becoming weak, and there are signs of being refined by the aura of Zhenwu Dadi.

  A faint rustling sound.

  The old ancestor's hair that was planted in the back of Yitian Xing's brain finally turned into a wisp of blue smoke that rose slowly into the air.

  Now, directly confronting the breath of Zhenwu Dadi is no longer his own power, but the Huoyuan's power within Yitian Xing's body.

  Yi Tian Xing's internal true fire life wheel rapidly rotated, transferring his own fire element to his limbs and chest cavity, resisting the seemingly ancient, all-pervading aura that invaded him. However, as soon as they made contact, he sadly discovered that his usually proud and abundant fire-element true yuan now seemed so weak and insignificant, not even comparable to the power contained in the single strand of hair on the back of his neck.

  Outside the Golden Temple, countless Taoist priests were chanting in unison "Jing Xiao Da Lei Lang Shu", their spells urging on the mighty presence of the True Martial Grand Emperor's golden body.

  Inside the Golden Temple, the aura of Zhenwu Emperor was everywhere, filling the entire temple. However, other objects inside the temple were completely still, as if there was no wind or movement at all. But for Yi Tianxing, who was in the midst of it, he knew his own suffering. The power that filled the surroundings was like a hydraulic press, crushing his body. And every time he raised his fire-attribute true yuan to resist it, the power transmitted by this aura was like a flood, rushing over him. It seemed that his true yuan had a strange flavor, making Zhenwu Emperor even more greedy...

  In a small county town, Yi Tianxing tried various suicidal measures due to his unusual physique, such as jumping from the fifth floor and cutting his throat with a knife like slicing beef. However, he rarely experienced the true feeling of life and death, thus developing an attitude of not caring about life or death. What is meant by "not caring" is that for him, life and death were no longer a problem.

  When he was covered with a heavenly cloak in the snow pavilion at the back garden of Huiyuan Temple, he thought of death.

  At this time, he was being suppressed by the remaining aura of Zhenwu Dadi in the mortal world, and he smelled the breath of death again.

  He could no longer breathe, the air around his body seemed to be intimidated by that power and isolated from his skin, so he couldn't get any oxygen, gradually feeling dizzy, his limbs gradually cooling down.

  In a daze, Yi Tianxing subconsciously sneered to himself: "Regret! Can't beat that sinister girl, should have run away, yet still dared to learn from Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min's conversation in the pit... How foolish!"

  "When inhaling and exhaling, observe the impermanence of phenomena. The law of breathing is that each breath follows the previous one, constantly changing and conditioning each other, until all conditions come together, and the moment arises without a pause..."

  He lightly recited the Zen scriptures' method of stilling the mind in his brain, feeling a bit better, but his limbs were still pressed to the ground and felt somewhat numb.

  The stone slab feels cool.

  With a loud crack, the bluestone floor of the Golden Temple finally could not withstand the pressure of this powerful force. The stone slab under Yi Tianxing's feet cracked slightly and was pressed down a shallow layer according to his figure. He looked like he had been slapped into the stone slab by a giant's palm.

  In a daze, Yi Tianxing seemed to feel that the demon hair that was planted in his own occipital bone had not dissipated into the air after being refined, but instead transformed into a faint blue smoke, which slowly drifted from the tip of his nose and drilled into his body.

  His mind was filled with a loud buzzing noise, and then he seemed to hear many people talking nonstop.

  "Master, your disciple has been kneeling here waiting for a long time."

  "What are you doing here? You shouldn't be sleeping in front, but instead come to the back and cause trouble?"

  "Master agreed with everyone in front of the altar yesterday, teaching disciples at three o'clock, from the back door..."

  "This guy is indeed a natural-born genius! Otherwise, how could he have solved the mystery that had been puzzling me?"

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  "The secret of manifesting and concealing, round and penetrating, is truly wonderful; it's a pity that cultivating life has no other way to express it."

  All come always spirit, carefully solid stored rest leakage.

  Restrain leakage and conceal it in your body; you will receive my transmitted teachings and prosper yourself.

  A mnemonic device is beneficial for remembering many things; eliminate evil desires and attain clarity and coolness.

  Get cool, bright and clean, good to go to Dan Tai to appreciate the bright moon.

  The moon hides the jade rabbit, the sun hides the crow, and there is a natural entwinement of turtles and snakes.

  The lotus seed can be planted in the fire, yet its nature remains unyielding and strong.

  "The five elements are gathered and used in a reversed way; when the work is done, one becomes a Buddha or an immortal."

  This secret hidden in Yitian's mind suddenly rang out, and he, who was a bit dazed, immediately woke up. If it were someone else, they would not understand what this meant at this critical moment, but his brain, which had read countless books and memorized countless books, suddenly remembered.

  "Wu Cheng'en's passage... " Yi Tianxing murmured, and deep within his mind, he seemed to be grasping for something.

  Outside the window, the night grew darker, and the candles in the hall grew dimmer. He finally felt a buzzing in his head, and his body fainted, but his consciousness entered a state of drifting, where every tiny part of his body was being cleansed by the true fire particles.

  At this time, a sharp whistle came from the top of Wudang Mountain, and a cluster of crimson red light flew over.

  The Taoists outside the Golden Temple were intimidated by the whistling sound, and the long swords beside them automatically came out, buzzing with a clear and shiny blade, as if to welcome some kind of noble guest, showing extreme fear.

  It's a pity that this noble guest hasn't been taught the etiquette of being a host by his own father. The scarlet wings unfolded, the beak lightly spat out, and a flame turned into a crimson wave that surged towards the main hall, reflecting a faint golden light in the dark night sky.

  It seemed that Yi Tianxing, who was struggling in the temple with a strange body shape under the influence of the Nine Heavens Profound Fire, suddenly opened his eyes, and his black pupils were extremely calm. His arms spread out like a bird flying into the forest, and his entire body stood on tiptoes, with his chest puffed out, and his whole person arched towards the top of the Golden Temple. In an instant, a majestic torrent, golden and jade-like, burst forth from his chest like a volcanic eruption, as beautiful as the moment when the sun rises above the horizon.

  A column of fire burst out from his body, shooting straight up to the roof of the Golden Temple, with a deafening crash, creating a perfectly round hole that shot straight into the night sky. The Vermilion Bird descended from the sky and met the Nine Heavens Mysterious Fire in an unexpected encounter above Mount Wudang. The fire quickly spread out and transformed into a sea of flames that enveloped the peak of Mount Wudang. The entire Golden Temple, made of brass, was also set ablaze, with fierce flames that were truly terrifying!

  At this time, in the night sky there was a bright moon, and in the moon there could be a jade rabbit? The Vermilion Bird broke through the sky and arrived, shining brightly.

  ...and Wudang's Zhenwu...

  "The sun hides the jade rabbit, the sun hides the crow, and there is a tortoise and snake intertwined."

  If Yitian Xing was still awake at this time, he would certainly understand what the people of Sheyang Mountain said hundreds of years ago, and it has finally come true today.

  (Smiling and saying a word, I knew before the previous chapter came out that it would definitely make some book-reading friends very unhappy. Criticisms and opinions are accepted with humility, although they may not be changed: P So when choosing the title of this chapter, I chose "True Stone Sword" to ease your anger through homophony. However, although I'm not a stubborn person who never regrets, some friends asked for the male pig to destroy families at will... This... Cough cough, it's indeed within my ability to do so, and I've done it a hundred times. It's not about being overly sentimental, but regarding the transition being too fast, I admit that it's my problem. The middle part of Zhu Que has some issues, although there are some objective reasons, but overall it's my fault. Maybe I'll explain in detail later, and I'll try to improve next time.)