Self-struggle starting from Douluo

Taoism has seven heavenly books, namely Sun, Set, Sand, Bright, Sky, Inverted, and Open.

The "Sun" scroll of heavenly book records all the practitioners in this world. Taoism and Xiling believe in Haotian, so all the practitioners in this world are under the supervision of Taoism.

If someone breaks through and appears on the first few pages of the Heavenly Book, Xiling will send people to contact them. If they believe in Haotian, it will be fine. If they do not believe in Haotian, they will either be persuaded and subdued, or be eliminated as an alien.

Therefore, all the forces in the world, whether it is the Qing Sect, the Demon Sect, or even the Tang Kingdom, have guests from Xiling, with the exception of the four unknown places!

So for so many years, Xiling has been looking for Qinghuan's trace, and the same is true for the Hanging Temple.

Fortunately, both the Temple Knights of Xiling and the monks of the Hanging Temple had high vision and could not see Qinghuan who was mixed up in the lower class. Occasionally they would get the news and rush over, but would miss Qinghuan again and again.

But I didn't expect that Xiling has sent out Ye Hongyu, one of the three idiots in the world.

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A black line floated from a distance, but the next moment, it met a wooden sword head-on.

The wooden sword was flying in the air, and the vital energy of heaven and earth was rising and falling around it. Although it was clearly a wooden sword, it was sharp and chilling, as if it was going to smash everything in front of it to pieces.

When the black line got close, it suddenly flipped over, revealing a cassock floating in the air, made up of hundreds of small and large pieces. It looked disorganized, but gave people a sense of completeness.

"Mi Mani Om..." A Sanskrit sound came out from the patchwork robes. The sound was not loud, but it was like the sound of a huge bell, shaking people's minds.

The wooden sword in the air was affected by this and couldn't help but shake, as if it was about to fall, but it stabilized after a moment.

The cassock that was originally folded in half suddenly opened up, revealing Qinghuan with his upper body naked. He raised his hand and grabbed one corner of the floating cassock and pulled it. The cassock rolled up and draped diagonally over his shoulders, covering the solid muscles on his chest and abdomen.

Qing Huan, with a helpless look on his face, clasped his hands together, bowed his head solemnly and said: "Amitabha! Hello, donor."

The wooden sword turned into a stream of light and flew back to a Taoist priest. The Taoist priest was thin and wore a moon-white round-necked Taoist robe. His expression seemed serene, but his brows were slightly wrinkled.

After a moment of silence, the Taoist asked, "What was that just now? Why did my sword almost lose control?"

Qing Huan had a gentle expression, not surprised by the honor and favor. He clasped his hands together and said silently, like a pine tree that is not shaken by wind and rain. "The donor's sword has given birth to a free mind. If that's the case, why should we keep it? Why not just let it go?"

The Taoist looked at Qing Huan with a puzzled expression and said, "No wonder he is a demon monk!"

It's just a wooden sword, how can it be free? Even if the wooden sword really has a heart, it is only the heart of intention given by the Taoist.

Qing Huan smiled slightly, her expression serene and calm as a virgin, and said, "Donor, if you close your eyes and ears, how can you hear the wailing of your sword?"

After staring at Qing Huan for a while, the Taoist simply got straight to the point and asked, "Why have you been hiding in Xiling for so many years?"

Qing Huan smiled and said, "Donor, you are joking. How could this poor monk hide from anyone? It's just that the Xiling Temple wanted to find me, but they couldn't find me."

The Taoist said calmly: "Whether you are hiding or not, you and I both know it. The Xiling Sect Master invites... you... to join the Divine Palace for a position!"

When the Taoist said the word "invite", Qinghuan had already started chanting. The rhythm and tone were like singing poetry. Anyone who heard it would subconsciously stop what they were saying and listen attentively.

But the Taoist was an exception. Although he frowned, he still finished the whole sentence smoothly.

Qing Huan stopped chanting, put down his hands, and complained helplessly: "Brother, don't say some things. We are still good friends!"

The Taoist was stunned for a moment. Qing Huan had a solemn and dignified appearance before, and he looked like a Taoist monk. But in the blink of an eye, he had completely changed into a different person. This speed of change made him have to repeat again: "No wonder he is a demon monk!"

Qing Huan said with a sad face, "Brother, I am a monk who believes in Buddha. How can I be an official in Xiling Temple?

But how dare a little monk like me refuse Xiling's invitation? I can only hide. I have been hiding for so many years. I can't hide in the south any more. I am ready to go north...but even you, Ye Su, one of the three great masters in the world, have been sent out. Is it that necessary?"

The Taoist was walking in Zhishou Temple, one of the four unknown places. Ye Su was a little uncomfortable with Qing Huan's changes at this time. He tilted his head back slightly and said, "There are quite a few Buddhists serving in Xiling, and even many people in Buddhism serve as guest officials in Xiling. Master Qishan is one of them!

I don't understand why you are so resistant, unless... you have a blasphemous heart towards Haotian!"

Qing Huan waved his hands and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Hao Tian is so high up in the sky. How dare I disrespect him? I'm just a monk. How can I not just ask for some peace and quiet?"

As the two were talking, a red shadow floated over. It was the Taoist fanatic Ye Hongyu who had been chasing them all the way.

She was wearing a red shirt and a red short skirt, with bare calves as crystal clear as jade. Perhaps she was chasing too eagerly and too fast, she stepped on the ground with one foot, and her white and tender feet actually plowed a section of the ground, stopping her body.

Seeing Ye Su, Ye Hongyu asked coldly: "Why are you here?"

Ye Su whispered, "If I wasn't here, he would have run away."

Ye Hongyu choked and said stubbornly, "He can't run away... Devil monk, stop!"

Qing Huan, who was about to sneak away, smiled and said, "I see you guys are so engrossed in your conversation, I don't want to disturb you..."

Halfway through the conversation, Qinghuan suddenly froze, looked into the distance, a look of joy gradually appeared on his face, and he relaxed completely.

Returning to his sanctimonious image, Qing Huan clasped his hands together and said, "When the heart is born, sin is born. My heart is free, I am just me, how can I be contaminated by external things! The mirror is originally pure, where can dust gather... I am afraid I cannot accept the invitation of the donor."

Ye Hongyu's eyes turned cold.

Ye Su looked in the direction Qing Huan had just looked at, and after a moment, he said, "I didn't expect that he would show up for you."

Qing Huan smiled calmly and said, "I almost forgot that I also have a backer!"

Ye Hongyu looked at the two of them, then followed their gaze.

In the distance, I saw an ox cart swaying towards here. Perhaps because it had traveled a long distance, it made a slight creaking sound from time to time and shook up and down.

The cart was pulled by a big yellow ox, which was not pulling in a hurry but at an incredibly fast speed. After a while, it pulled the cart in front of the three people.

"Master... you are finally here!"

Qing Huan suddenly cried out and rushed over, holding onto the shaft of the cart and crying, "If you don't come, I will be captured by the Xiling Temple. They might force me to eat meat and drink wine, and to marry and have children..."

Ye Su and Ye Hongyu's faces turned black.

The broad-eyed scholar Li Manman, who was driving the car, couldn't help but laugh and said, "Junior brother, don't you always drink and eat meat?"

Qing Huan immediately straightened his expression, put his hands together and saluted, "Hello, Senior Brother!"

Then he started crying again, and continued to cry, "Master, Xiling has gone too far and left me unable to return home. Please help me..."

The curtain of the carriage was lifted. A tall, gray-haired old man came out, rubbed his waist, stretched his arms, and said, "Where did this little monk come from? He's crying and making a fuss, making me unable to sleep well."

"Ga——" Qinghuan was stunned.

Li slowly held back his laughter and helped the teacher get out of the car.

Qing Huan hurriedly went to support the other side, and then happily brought a small stool from the ox cart, asked the teacher to sit down, and whispered: "Master, it's me, Qing Huan, don't you remember?" (End of this chapter)