Gao Wu: My martial arts training relies solely on hard work

Chapter 289 Reporting

The mountain behind Tianzhu Peak.

Yin and Yang are separated, and the five elements flow, intertwining into a magnificent picture.

Under the scroll, Zhao Xuan sat cross-legged on the bluestone with his heart in the sky.

With every breath, he swallowed the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, wind, rain, thunder and lightning and many other charms into his belly, strengthening his soul.

Opposite him, the first incarnation was reclining on a bamboo chair, reciting the Taoist canon tirelessly.

Every time I read it, the breath becomes deeper and the soul becomes more agile.

At the same time, the Zhenwu Emperor's temples in various places provided him with massive incense power.

The supreme principles of heaven and earth contained in the Taoist canon are regarded as gods, with the rhythm of Taoism as the skeleton, and the power of incense as flesh and blood.

The superposition of the three made his soul rise steadily, and soon approached the one-foot mark.

When Zhao Xuan was obsessed with practicing, an uninvited guest quietly came to the foot of Zhenwu Mountain and carefully released a ray of breath.

He glanced at the visitor and ignored him.

The uninvited guest who received no response did not give up, but wandered back and forth at the foot of the mountain.

Zhao Xuan frowned slightly, and with a thought in his mind, the magic power of the Five Elements turned into a big hand covering the sky, and the people would be fished from the foot of the mountain to the back of Tianzhu Peak.

His eyes were dark and his tone was calm: "If you don't stay at the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple to practice, what are you doing here?"

"Aren't you afraid that I will think of past grudges and crush you to ashes?"

The person who came was none other than Xuanzang.

I haven't seen him for a while, and his aura has reached the perfection of the Grand Master Realm, which is only a thin line away from the Yin Shen Realm.

But this line is like a chasm.

Zhao Xuan only needs one thought to make Xuan Zang die without any resistance.

He was indeed puzzled. Xuanzang was not practicing in seclusion at Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple in order to advance to the Yin Shen realm, so why did he come to see him?

Xuanzang smiled slightly: "It's just a clone transformed from the relics of an eminent Buddhist monk. If fellow Taoists want to kill him to vent their anger, just wait until the poor monk has finished speaking and let the fellow Taoists do whatever they want."

He didn't dare to use his true body when he came to see Zhao Xuan.

There are two major benefits to being a clone.

First, there is no need to worry about being caught.

It should be noted that there is more than one person in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple who is eyeing his position as a Buddhist disciple. Those people have been waiting for him to make a mistake.

Once he is caught, countless people will use the topic to pull him into trouble.

The second is to prevent Zhao Xuan from being cruel.

Even if he knows the art of substitute death, the price of dying once is still unbearable for him.

Zhao Xuan chuckled and reached out to pick up a breath from Xuan Zang.

"You can't vent your anger by killing the clone. The original body is just about the same."

In an instant, a great fear fell in Xuanzang's heart.

It seemed that a great disaster was coming and he would die without a burial place.

His heart trembled and he asked in a panic: "What did fellow Taoist do to Pindao?"

Zhao Xuan waved his hand: "Don't panic, Buddha. I just grabbed a breath from you and asked someone to cast a small spell on you. You shouldn't care."

There was a grudge between him and Xuanzang.

Xuanzang usually hid far away, so he didn't bother to waste time looking for him. Now that he was coming to his door, how could he let him go?

Xuanzang's face turned green: "This poor monk has a golden wheel of merit to protect his body. Ordinary spells cannot be applied to his body. How dare fellow Taoist monks call it a minor spell?"

"It is sad and deplorable that a poor monk risked his life to deliver a message to a fellow Taoist, only to be repaid with kindness by a fellow Taoist."

Zhao Xuan raised his eyebrows: "Okay, stop pretending, if I wanted to kill you, you would be dead by now."

"Tell me, what letter are you here to deliver?"

Anyone who uses the "Three Curses and Seven Killing Techniques" to curse others will have to pay a heavy price.

Zhao Xuan raised a group of people in the God's Domain who were dedicated to killing others with curses.

Wang Yu's aura and Xuan Zang's aura were controlled by two different dead men.

There is one less soldier to use, and he is reluctant to use it unless it is absolutely necessary.

Xuanzang's expression softened slightly: "Do you know, fellow Taoist, that you are in big trouble?" Zhao Xuan said calmly: "Oh, that old bald donkey wants to harm me again?"

As soon as Xuanzang opened his mouth, he guessed that something was up.

Xuanzang coughed lightly: "My master is a senior after all. Can fellow Taoist be more respectful?"

Zhao Xuan spread his hands: "First of all, he has to do human affairs to gain respect. Otherwise, calling him a bald donkey will be considered lightly."

Seeing Xuanzang wanting to defend, he quickly interrupted: "Okay, let's get down to business. Keep the story short. Don't delay my practice."

Xuanzang looked gloomy: "I heard that Taoist friends rebelled against Xie Xuan and successfully captured the six states of Southern Jin?"

Seeing Zhao Xuan's expression turned cold, he immediately said: "My master covets the power of the six states of the Southern Jin Dynasty, and wants to design a plan to lure the hidden sects to join forces to attack the Southern Jin Dynasty. When the situation collapses, we can get a share of the pie."

"If fellow Taoists don't prepare early, they will suffer heavy losses."

A strange look flashed in Zhao Xuan's eyes: "Buddha talks about being a 'teacher', but he actually betrays his master."

"How can I believe the Buddha's words when they are so inconsistent? Or which side does the Buddha want me to believe?"

Xuanzang said seriously: "It is true to respect the master, and it is also true to abandon the darkness and turn to the light."

"My fellow Taoist, his cultivation is unfathomable, his eyes are like a torch, he can tell the truth from the lies."

He automatically replaced "betrayal" with "abandon the darkness and turn to the light."

Zhao Xuan asked calmly: "What good will it do to you to betray someone in vain? Could it be that you can't wait to succeed?"

Xuanzang said calmly: "This is one of them."

The implication is that he does have the idea of ​​​​getting rid of Kong Lai and letting himself rise to the top.

"Secondly, fellow Taoist disciples really can't see that this poor monk is stuck on the threshold of completing the Grand Master Realm and moving towards the Yin Shen Realm?"

Speaking of this, he looked at Zhao Xuan with envy: "Sure enough, I am the first step forward, step by step. Among the younger generation, whether it is to be promoted to the Grand Master Realm or the Yin Shen Realm, my Taoist friends are the first."

"Keep up this spirit of vigorous and courageous progress, and there will definitely be a place for fellow Taoists in the future."

He smiled bitterly: "Only a fool like my master would think that fellow Taoist disciples have no clues and can make arbitrary calculations."

After a moment of emotion, he met Zhao Xuan's indifferent gaze, and quickly returned to the topic: "To be honest with you Taoist friends, in order to advance to the Yang God Realm, the master monopolized all the power of the incense in the sect, which directly made it impossible for the poor monk to advance to the Yin God Realm in a short period of time."

"The poor monk came here to report the news. He wants to use this merit to ask for some incense power from fellow Taoists. It doesn't need to be too much, just enough for the poor monk to be promoted."

"The heaven and earth have changed greatly, and the power of incense among living beings has increased. The poor monk estimates that the power of incense in one state is enough for one year."

"Ha ha!"

Zhao Xuan couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

Xuanzang was puzzled: "What are you laughing at, fellow Taoist?"

Zhao Xuan stopped laughing and said coldly: "I laugh at you, master and disciple, as being very ridiculous."

"Master is plotting against me, and my apprentice is getting benefits for informing me. Do you think I am the most wronged person in the world?"

Sometimes he really wanted to cut open some people's heads to see what they were thinking.

Xuanzang quickly explained: "Of course it's more than that. The poor monk will find a way to break into the hidden sect and continue to deliver news to fellow Taoists to ensure that the six states of Southern Jin are not lost."

"Isn't this enough for fellow Taoist to give you the power of incense?"

Zhao Xuan shook his head: "No need to go to such trouble, doesn't the Buddha resent Kong Lai for monopolizing the power of incense?"

"In this way, I will suffer a little loss and help you kill him together. Then the position of hosting will be yours, and the power of the incense will still be yours. Why not?"

Xuanzang was speechless for a while.

"My fellow Taoist has extraordinary talents and amazing luck, but killing my master may not be enough."

Zhao Xuan smiled and said: "Aren't you still here?"

"I can kill Qingxu with the help of Dao Sansheng and help him become the master of Sanqing Temple. I can kill Konglai with your help."

"Unless you have no intention of killing him, the so-called resentment and reports are all false."

Xuanzang was shocked when he heard this: "Fellow Taoist, are you saying that the death of Master Qingxu Temple is related to the three lives of Taoism?"

A bold idea grew crazily in his heart.

(End of this chapter)