The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Clang - clang - clang
The morning bell rang, echoing in Kuchan Peak.

After a night, the bright moon had long disappeared, and a hint of paleness appeared in the distant sky.

After getting up early and washing up, the ascetic monks of Vajra Temple walked out of their wooden houses and gathered on the top of the mountain to start today's morning class.

In the simple guest room, Fang Xun, who had been meditating all night, opened his eyes and stretched comfortably, but immediately remembered what happened last night and felt a pang in his heart again.

What happened last night left him with a deep psychological trauma.

Fang Xun knew that the Half God could be extremely terrifying, but he never expected that he would be hit in the face by the ultimate moves of fifty pairs of Fengyun before he even saw the opponent.

Yes, that is fifty Nie Fengs plus fifty Bu Jingyuns, but they are all clones cultivated by Half God from the genes of two people extracted from two drops of dragon essence blood.

However, in terms of strength, the single clone is far inferior to Feng Yun himself, and Fang Xun does not take it seriously.

But there are fifty pairs here, and they have all mastered the Fengyun Hebi Mahamudra!
These fifty pairs of Fengyun clones used their ultimate skills together to attack the enemy. Even those in the Zhenwu realm would not dare to face Fengzhan head-on.

In the short term, Fang Xun will not open the fifth door.

It was obvious that the Half-God robot didn't want to talk to him, so it threw fifty pairs of Wind and Cloud clones at him.

Fang Xun didn't expect to defeat the opponent in a short period of time. It was enough for him to get a chance to possess and increase his strength. It also gave him the confidence to face the Zhenwu strongman.

After knowing that he was being targeted by a Zhenwu Realm cultivator, Fang Xun could only stay in the Kuchan Peak area for the time being and did not dare to go anywhere far away.

He still remembers the lesson learned from the old King of Yue several years ago, and is afraid that he will follow in the footsteps of his old father-in-law.

"The most urgent task now is to break through the Zhenwu realm. As long as we can successfully break through the Zhenwu realm, the threat will be eliminated immediately."

After muttering to himself, Fang Xun jumped off the cold and hard bed and walked out of the wooden house.

He did not go to the top of the mountain to disturb the monks' morning prayers, but instead came to a wooden attic that was different from the other houses on the mountain.

The attic is also extremely simple, but the three big characters "Scripture Repository" on the plaque at the door are vigorous and powerful, and a sense of immortality is hidden in it.

Fang Xun stood at the door and savored these three words for a while before walking into the house.

At this time, nearly a hundred monks from Vajra Temple were chanting scriptures and doing morning prayers on the top of the mountain, and the Sutra Library was empty.

There were only rows of clean and tidy bookshelves with books neatly stacked on them.

Fang Xun casually picked up a book and started reading. Yuanxiang had also told him last night that there were almost no rules on the mountain. As long as they did not disturb the monks' meditation, they could enter and leave anywhere at will, and the Sutra Library was no exception.

Although there are many books here, most of them are Buddhist scriptures and ancient books. The books that really involve martial arts are mostly some basic introductory martial arts.

The martial arts heritage of Vajra Temple is almost never recorded on paper.

Apart from the most basic introductory techniques, the true teachings are either passed down orally between master and disciple, or learned through personal experience by observing the twenty or so giant Buddha statues that embody the spirits of predecessors.

Fang Xun flipped through the ancient Buddhist scriptures and found them very interesting. He also gained a lot from savoring the principles between the lines.

After reading for a while, Fang Xun put down the Buddhist scripture in his hand and took out another book. The title of the book stunned him.

"'Basic Internal Power', this name, is it the book I made?"

When martial artists in the world name an internal skill, they usually don't do it as casually as Fang Xun does. The one named Vajra Temple is most likely the one created at the martial arts conference.

After the creation of "Basic Internal Power", the Prince of Yue's Palace began to popularize it in the fiefdom. From high-ranking officials to farmers in the fields, everyone can practice it, and it can easily spread to the outside world.

Fang Xun and Yu Jiaolong had no intention of keeping it secret. No matter how magical "Basic Internal Power" was, it was just an introductory set of skills. It was just more universal, so there was nothing to hide.

After he opened the cover and read a few lines of text, he found that it was indeed like this. There were also many comments after reading the book, which were insightful and to the point.

Some of the comments made Fang Xun applaud in awe.

Just when he was absorbed in reading, a cold wind was howling among the mountains, but it could not cover the sound of chanting scriptures from the top of Kuchan Peak.

Nearly a hundred ascetic monks, wearing only thin clothes, sat cross-legged on the open space on the top of the mountain in this freezing cold weather.

Even the abbot Yuanxiang was among them, and he looked no different from the others.

Although the monks had rough skin and thin bodies, their energy and spirit were extremely concentrated, supporting their frail bodies.

Amid the sound of sutra chanting, the morning sun gradually rose, and the morning class ended an hour later.

The monks then dispersed and each went about their business.

Fang Xun also walked out of the Sutra Library and came to a storehouse on the mountain to get some rice, flour and vegetables and then walked towards his guest room. Along the way, he saw the smoke rising from the kitchen and the busy figures of the ascetic monks in the Vajra Temple.

Some were clearing snow from the mountain trails, others were chopping trees and firewood, and still others were making fires and cooking.
Among these monks, there are many powerful masters and grand masters, but at this moment they are all doing miscellaneous tasks.

The Vajra Temple is isolated from the outside world and there are no menial positions arranged there; all food, clothing, housing and transportation are self-sufficient by the monks in the temple.

Everyone, regardless of their status, works hard every day, including Yuanxiang, the Zhenwu land immortal, who is now rolling up his sleeves and weeding in a medicinal garden.

This is a kind of practice for them.

If the guest Fang Xun wanted to eat, he had to get rice, flour and vegetables from the warehouse and then make a fire himself.

He strolled through the mountains carrying a large backpack filled with rice and vegetables, and greeted every monk he met.

The monks were very indifferent to the fact that there was a new guest in the mountains, and just thought that Fang Xun was an ascetic like them.

Looking at these monks in Vajra Temple who are indifferent to fame and fortune and have been working hard day after day for decades, Fang Xun admires them in his heart.

As he walked, Fang Xun seemed to be infected by the atmosphere of asceticism at Kuchan Peak, and couldn't help muttering to himself.

"There is nothing in the first place, so where can dust gather?"

A comment on the Buddhist scripture that he had just read in the Sutra Library not long ago suddenly emerged in his mind.

"The immortality of the diamond is not in the body, but in the mind."

In an instant, Fang Xun seemed to understand something, and the "Four Vajra Dharmas" in "The Twelve Secrets of Bodhisattva" flowed through his heart.

Fang Xun's eyes suddenly became clear, and his heart, which had become increasingly restless due to being stared at by a Zhenwu expert, also calmed down.

All the troubles in the world seemed to be completely forgotten by him at this moment. He felt that the depression in his heart was swept away, and he felt as if a heavy burden had been unloaded. He felt indescribably relaxed.

But at this moment his breath suddenly disappeared, like the Buddhist concept of "emptiness".

Fang Xun's entire aura was so empty and lonely that several monks who were clearing snow on the mountain path were stunned.

They rubbed their eyes and felt like they were hallucinating. Fang Xun was clearly there, but to them it felt like there was no one there.

The afflictions, the obstacles to knowledge and views, and all attachments are completely wiped out from the heart, and one remains unmoved by all things that come to one's body. This is the true Vajra Indestructibility.

Fang Xun felt that this was similar to the Taoist idea of ​​"there is no self in the world, everywhere is me". The "Harmony with the World" mentality immediately emerged in his mind.

Under the reflection of "The Four Principles of Vajra" and "Being in Harmony with the World", Fang Xun's energy was completely integrated into the world.

In a certain medicinal garden, Yuan Xiang, who had just bent down to pull out a weed, was stunned for a moment. His eyes looked across the space towards where Fang Xun was, and he immediately understood what was going on.

"Amitabha, the donor is very enlightened."

After laughing, Yuan Xiang withdrew his gaze from Fang Xun and continued to pull out weeds in the herb garden.

Fang Xun's eyes were empty as he walked along. All the monks along the way noticed the mystery. Although they looked surprised, they all stepped back silently and did not disturb each other.

He walked slowly like this for about a quarter of an hour. When he arrived at the gate of his yard, his eyes finally regained clarity and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"The incarnation of heaven and earth has been accomplished!"

At this moment, a familiar voice came into his ears.

"Congratulations, Brother Fang, for realizing the transformation of heaven and earth. For you, the True Martial Realm is just a matter of time and effort. There is no longer any threshold. Such a good thing should be celebrated with great fanfare!"

The sound is mellow and like the sound of nature, making people feel their souls are cleansed.

Fang Xun turned his head and saw a figure outside the courtyard, dressed in snow-white clothes with a sword hanging from his waist. Anyone who saw him would have exclaimed: What a handsome and elegant young man.

But when you look at it again, there seem to be stars in his eyes, and there is a hint of beauty in his ethereal clarity. When the corners of his lips are raised, his every smile and frown is so charming that it makes people intoxicated.

The person who came was none other than the head of Shenjian Lake—Zang Xuanji.

As she spoke, she took off the jade wine jug from her waist and threw it to Fang Xun.

After Fang Xun caught the wine jug, he also smiled and pointed to the backpack on his back.

"Don't drink yet. Brother Zang came at the right time. I just got some rice and vegetables from the storeroom. After we light a fire and prepare a table of food, we can drink together."

This was only the second time they met, but they seemed like old friends who had known each other for a long time, and they were incredibly familiar with each other. (End of this chapter)