The heavens: pushing across all realms

The two discussed the plan, and Duan Yanqing immediately began to implement it.

He rushed to Tianlong Temple. He had been here several times before and wanted to see his uncle, Master Kurong.

However, Master Kurong has been using seclusion as an excuse to practice life and death without seeing him.

Obviously, he also knew what Master Kurong meant. Without seeing him, he naturally did not want to get involved in the matter of the throne.

But this time it was different. He came to Tianlong Temple not to meet anyone, but to become a monk.

"Amitabha, do you really want to become a monk?"

In Tianlong Temple, Master Benyin looked at Duan Yanqing and asked following the voice.

Duan Yanqing nodded, expressionless, and ventriloquist said: "Yes, Master, I don't want to pursue the past."

Ben suddenly laughed and said: "It would be great if you could let go of your obsessions. In this case, I will ask my uncle to ordain you personally."

At that moment, Ben Yin took Duan Yanqing to a wooden house.

The wooden door opened, and there were many old monks sitting inside the house.

Among the curls of sandalwood, an old monk turned his back to the door, his face invisible.

But Duan Yanqing recognized it at a glance, this was his uncle!

The uncle who refused several times and refused to see him!

Master Ku Rong!

Benyin knelt down and said to Master Kurong: "Uncle Master, God bless Tianlong Temple. In this critical time, we, Tianlong Temple, have another strong support."

The monks in the room were surprised and asked questions one after another.

"Ben Yin, who is he?"

"The reason, who is this person?"

Benyin explained: "Brothers, his name is Duan Yanqing. He was once one of the Four Great Evils. Now he has repented and wants to become a monk in our Tianlong Temple. I am here to clarify this for all of you."

The monks were greatly surprised.

"Are you going to become a monk?"

"It is indeed a happy event."

"Congratulations, it's really commendable that you can put aside your past worldly affairs and worship the Buddha wholeheartedly."

…

Duan Yanqing glanced at these old monks and saw them smiling happily, congratulating him.

But they were not surprised at all that he was the Prince of Yanqing. Obviously, these old monks had known their identity for a long time.

However, these people had previously shut themselves out, obviously because they did not want to worry about the battle between themselves and Duan Zhengming for the throne.

Now that they are going to become a monk, they are happy.

Duan Yanqing's heart grew with hatred, and no one in the Duan family supported him in regaining the throne.

I have wandered in the world for so many years and suffered so much, but when I returned to the Duan family, I had to be treated like this!

Why!

Even though his palace was so deep, his eyes could not help but turn slightly red, and he felt filled with grievances and resentments, with nowhere to vent them.

I wish I could destroy the entire Duan family in Dali to vent my hatred!

Suppressing his hatred, Duan Yanqing took a deep breath and ventriloquised: "I can't bear to look back on the past. I know that my sins are serious. I just hope that I will always be with the Ancient Buddha of Qingdeng in the future to atone for my sins."

The monks smiled and nodded. At this time, Master Kurong also spoke: "Yanqing, I am very happy that you can figure it out. Come here, I will ordain you."

Duan Yanqing came behind Master Kurong, leaning on an iron rod.

Master Kurong turned around slowly, and Duan Yanqing was suddenly shocked.

But they saw that half of Master Kurong's face was glowing red, while the other half was as dry as a skeleton.

He thought to himself: "Is this the Kurong Zen Kung Fu?"

Master Kurong stretched out his hand, placed it on Duan Yanqing's head, and said, "After today, the grudges of the past will disappear. I hope you can put your worldly affairs behind you, devote yourself to Buddha, and do more good deeds."

But he saw that the withered hair on Duan Yanqing's head kept falling and withering, and in the blink of an eye, he became a bald monk.

Duan Yanqing was horrified and thought to himself: "His Ku Rong Chan Kung Fu is indeed amazing. If he really wants to do it, I will never be able to do it."

"After today, you will be 'Ben Chen' and no longer Duan Yanqing."

"Thank you, Master."

Duan Yanqing kowtowed in gratitude, but in his heart he was thinking about how to obtain the sword manual of the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

All I heard was Ben Yin said: "Uncle Master, originally there were only five of us, and the Six Meridians Divine Sword could not form a sword formation. Now that we have Junior Brother Benchen, there are exactly six of us. Each of us can practice one meridian, and we can form a sword formation." Used to fight against Daisetsuyama King Maharin!"

Master Kurong nodded slightly: "Yes, in this way, this whole journey of Guan Chong Sword will be practiced by you, this Chen."

Duan Yanqing was shocked and didn't understand what was going on.

Just listen to Ben Yin's explanation: "Junior brother, you have just entered the temple and you don't know the cause of the matter. I will tell you."

It turns out that a few days ago, Jiumozhi from Daxue Mountain sent someone to send him a greeting card, hoping to borrow the Dali Duan clan's Six Meridians Divine Sword Manual to pay homage to his dead best friend Murong Bo.

No monk from Tianlong Temple would be willing to borrow it, but after hearing that Jiumozhi was very good at martial arts, the temple immediately made all-out preparations to fight Jiumozhi.

Master Kurong ordered Ben Yin and other four people in the temple to comprehend the Six Meridians Divine Sword together to use it to deal with the enemy.

However, the Six Meridians Divine Sword requires strong and deep internal strength to practice.

Although these people's Yang Finger Kungfu has reached the third level, it is not enough to meet the basic requirements of the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

Therefore, they can only practice one line of swordsmanship each, but even including Master Kurong himself, there are only five of them.

The appearance of Duan Yanqing naturally made everyone in Tianlong Temple happy. Six people practiced this technique together to form a sword formation.

None of them doubted Duan Yanqing's intentions.

After all, Duan Yanqing is also a descendant of the Duan family, and he is also the nephew of Master Kurong.

What Duan Yanqing wanted was the throne. The monks of Tianlong Temple ignored secular affairs and could not interfere in the internal disputes of the royal family, so there was no doubt that Duan Yanqing had any other intentions.

He really just thought that he suddenly woke up and wanted to become a monk for the rest of his life.

After Duan Yanqing heard this, he felt overjoyed.

"God is really helping me. If I can master the Six Meridians Divine Sword, why can't I kill Duan Zhengming?"

It turned out that he was not really cooperating with Feng Ji this time, but he also wanted to practice the "Six Meridians Divine Sword".

He is the leader of the Four Evil Men and has a deep mind. How could he really cooperate with Feng Ji?

At this time, he received the sword manual of Guan Chongjian and began to study and practice.

This Six Meridian Divine Sword is practiced based on the One Yang Finger.

Duan Yanqing has a good understanding and comprehends it very quickly, but the key to the Six Meridians Divine Sword lies in internal strength, not understanding.

He turned his head to look at other people's sword manuals again, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"This Six Meridian Divine Sword is infinitely powerful, but how can ordinary people have such deep inner strength to support the operation of this sword technique?"

"I'm afraid that even if Yiyangzhi has reached the first-level realm, it will be difficult to support the operation of this sword technique."

"No, that Feng Ji kid has amazing internal strength. Maybe he can do it?"

Duan Yanqing suddenly remembered that Feng Ji had fought against him, and his internal strength was astonishing, and the skill of Yiyangzhi was still superior to him.

"Did this kid already know that practicing the Six Meridians Divine Sword requires extremely deep internal strength?"

"Who is this person? Could it be that he is also a descendant of my Duan family and is living abroad?"

He began to speculate in his mind and couldn't figure it out.

At the moment, I can only silently write down the sword manual.

However, the sword manual is complicated and it is very difficult to memorize it all in a short time.

He remained silent and prioritized reading other people's sword manuals.

For three days in a row, he barely memorized three pictures.

That day, while he was practicing, he suddenly smelled a smell of sandalwood.

Just listen to Master Kurong say: "Amitabha, a powerful enemy has arrived."

As soon as he finished speaking, laughter could be heard from outside: "Jiumozhi, the great king of the Great Snow Mountain, comes to pay a visit!"

The sound was vibrating and contained powerful inner force. Everyone in the room was shocked.

But I heard bursts of music coming from outside, and saw a group of people carrying a monk with a splendid appearance.

The monk was wearing a yellow robe. He was less than fifty years old, clothed in cloth and wearing sandals. His face was full of energy, and there seemed to be a faint glow of precious light flowing, just like a bright jewel, naturally shining.

"The reputation of the heavenly dragon is admired by the young monk Su. I am very happy to see the majestic treasure today."

But I heard Jiumozhi smile and praise highly.

Master Kurong said: "King Ming is coming from afar, but I can't welcome him from far away. King Ming is merciful, Amitabha."

The two of them greeted each other, but Jiumozhi said straight to the point: "Buddha said: there is no birth and no death, no dirt, no purity. The little monk is stupid and unable to understand love, hate, life and death."

"Coming here this time is actually the wish of the young monk's old friend. I want to borrow the sword manual of the "Six Meridians Divine Sword" from your temple and burn it as a memorial to my friend."

"Of course, the young monk can't borrow sutras in vain."

As he spoke, he clapped his hands, and two monks came behind him and brought the box.

But I saw that the box was made of gold, and there were three ancient books inside.

He flipped through the book casually and said with emotion: "These three volumes of martial arts secrets are handwritten by Mr. Murong, explaining the gist, practice, and methods of solving the seventy-two stunts of the Shaolin School."

"The young monk is willing to use these three techniques to exchange the sword manual of "Six Meridians Divine Sword" with your temple. Of course, your temple can keep a copy."

When he said this, everyone in Tianlong Temple was surprised. This is the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin.

If Tianlong Temple possesses this book, its status in the future may be on par with Shaolin.

Duan Yanqing couldn't help but look at the books in the golden box, feeling moved in his heart.

"The Six Meridians Divine Sword is too obscure and difficult to practice. If I can obtain the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, I'm afraid my kung fu can go even further. Wouldn't it be easier to kill Duan Zhengming?"

However, not surprisingly, Master Kurong refused.

"Ben Yin, how far has your Yi Yang Finger reached?"

"Uncle Master, this disciple is stupid and has only cultivated to the third level." Abbot Benyin said.

Master Kurong asked: "If I give you another hundred years, can you cultivate to the first level?"

Abbot Benyin was suddenly covered in cold sweat and looked ashamed: "Disciple can't."

Master Kurong said: "Our own Yiyang Finger has not been fully studied on our own, so what do we do with other people's martial arts wonders? King Ming has come from afar to work hard, and he is waiting for us to set up a fasting in the temple to catch the wind."

His words naturally meant that he rejected Jiumozhi.

How could Jiumozhi just stop there? He immediately said, "In this case, the young monk wants to learn about the Six Meridians Divine Sword of your temple, so he can give an explanation to Mr. Murong."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the monks in Tianlong Temple suddenly changed slightly.

Master Kurong said calmly: "It seems that the master is definitely going to take action. If so, then we will use the Six Meridians Divine Sword to learn the master's magical skills."

After the words fell, Jiumozhi immediately nodded and said, "I'm offended."

But seeing him holding the ball with both hands, he suddenly shot it out.

Suddenly, there was a burning smell in the air, and a stream of hot Qi roared out, transformed into several streams, and suddenly flew towards the monks present.

Ben Yin, Ben Shen and other monks took action at the same time, each using a line of sword skills to resist the other's fiery Qi.

This is the "flaming sword" magic skill that Jiumozhi received from the master of the Nyingma sect of the Tibetan esoteric sect.

The Flame Knife and the Six Meridians Divine Sword have different approaches but the same purpose. They both use internal force to burst out the true energy and blow it out of the body to form an attack.

However, the Flame Sword has far less changes than the Six Meridians Divine Sword, but Jiumozhi's internal strength is much stronger than that of the monks of Tianlong Temple, so he is able to fight one against five and not fall behind.

Why one versus five?

Because Duan Yanqing didn't take action!

They saw Master Kurong and others joining forces to fight against the enemy, but Duan Yanqing was reluctant to take action.

Master Kurong glanced at Duan Yanqing and thought that he was a newbie and failed to understand Guan Chongjian.

So after taking a quick look, he stopped paying attention.

Several people fought against each other and competed with each other. Duan Yanqing's heart moved. This was a God-given opportunity.

At that moment, he suddenly stood up, turned around suddenly, and grabbed the sword manuals in front of the monks at extremely fast speeds.

"Uncle, there is a powerful enemy at hand. I will take the sword manual away first to prevent it from falling into the hands of foreigners."

Wow!

After ventriloquising, he slammed open the window and shot out.

No one present would have thought that Duan Yanqing would suddenly take action and steal the sword manual.

Even Jiumozhi didn't expect such a thing to happen.

However, he was extremely smart, and he immediately thought that it would be extremely difficult to snatch the sword manual from Tianlong Temple.

But wouldn't it be easy to snatch the sword manual from this disabled monk?

Not only did he not stop his attack at that moment, he suddenly increased his internal strength and instantly entangled Master Kurong and others who were about to stop.

Master Kurong was so forced that he was unable to intercept Duan Yanqing.

Duan Yanqing flew out of Tianlong Temple quickly, ignoring the shouts of the monks below.

He used Qinggong all the way and flew dozens of miles away in just half a stick of incense.

"Duan Yanqing, where are you going?"

Suddenly, a chuckle sounded in Duan Yanqing's ears.

Duan Yanqing's whole body became cold for a moment, he suddenly stopped and turned to look behind him.

But he saw a figure behind him, tall and mighty, with the aura of a king, as if he had been waiting here for a long time.

"Feng Ji!"

Duan Yanqing ventriloquist exclaimed, he did not expect that Feng Ji would be here.

With twinkling eyes, Duan Yanqing said, "I'm about to meet you."

Feng Ji chuckled: "Really? This road doesn't seem to be heading towards the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations."

"There are pursuers behind us, so we are just panicking and choosing a way out," Duan Yanqing said.

Feng Ji nodded and ignored the clumsy lie. He just looked at the scroll in Duan Yanqing's hand and said, "Give me the sword manual."

Duan Yanqing took a few steps back and said, "Hang on, what about what you promised me?"

Feng Ji smiled: "Of course I won't break my promise. I said I would help you, so I will of course help you."

Duan Yanqing shook his head: "It's empty talk."

"What do you want?"

"Leave Duan Yu to me."

Feng Ji was slightly silent and asked, "What do you want Duan Yu for?"

"If I can't kill Duan Zhengming, I will kill Duan Yu. Duan Zhengming has no heirs, so the throne will most likely be passed to Zhennan King Duan Zhengchun. Duan Zhengchun only has one son, Duan Yu."

Feng Ji nodded: "I see. How about I help you kill Duan Yu?"

"No, I'll kill you."

Feng Ji sighed: "I came here with sincerity, but you made me a little disappointed."

Duan Yanqing sneered: "Don't come over, otherwise I would rather destroy the sword manual!"

Feng Ji shook his head: "No one can threaten me."

Hula——!

Feng Ji's figure disappeared instantly. Duan Yanqing was shocked and suddenly activated his internal energy to destroy the sword manual.

However, the next moment, he noticed a strong wind coming from behind him.

At that moment, there was no time to destroy the sword manual, so his internal energy changed direction and pointed behind him.

puff--

The finger force broke through the air, making a roar, but there was no rebound force.

Duan Yanqing was shocked, turned his head hastily, and his pupils suddenly shrank!

no one!

Suddenly there was a pain in his arm, his shoulders immediately relaxed, and six sword manual scrolls fell down.

He was shocked, and when he turned around, he saw that Feng Ji was already in front of him at some point.

I saw Feng Ji slapping him casually.

Boom!

There was a loud roar and air waves rolling.

Duan Yanqing felt that his breathing was not smooth, and the energy and blood in his chest were stagnant. He couldn't care about the scroll at the moment, he retreated violently, and shot out one after another with his palms.

Bang bang bang...

Several consecutive palm strikes were unable to break Feng Ji's casual palm force.

Duan Yanqing continued to retreat violently, until he retreated nearly tens of meters, and then escaped from the range covered by the palm force.

Feng Ji ignored him, but picked up the scroll and glanced at it one by one.

After reading all the scrolls, his expression suddenly became solemn.

It seemed as if some secret had been discovered.

Duan Yanqing ignored Duan Yanqing at the moment, took the scroll, and left in a flash.

Duan Yanqing's eyes showed a gloomy look, but he was helpless.

"This man's magical power is truly terrifying. That's all. If I offend him today, there is no hope of cooperation."

At that moment, his body flashed and he quickly left the place.

After a while, a figure roared over, it was Jiumozhi, the Great Wheel Ming King.

Jiumozhi looked around and frowned slightly: "There are people fighting here. Are there any masters hiding nearby?"

His face darkened slightly, and he was about to look for it when suddenly there was another sound coming from a distance.

Jiumozhi frowned slightly, then sneered: "Tianlong Temple is nothing more than that."

At that moment, his body flashed and he left quickly.

A moment later, Master Kurong and the Tianlong monks were seen chasing after him.

Master Ku Rong's face was gloomy and he said: "Spread out and look for us! We must find the sword manual!"

"Yes, uncle!"

…

Feng Ji's body roared, and in a blink of an eye, he had returned to the Jinghu Palace of the Wuliang Sword Sect.

He and Zhong Ling have moved back to Jinghu Palace.

Feng Ji opened the manual of the Six Meridians Divine Sword, scanned the meridians pattern, and pondered.

The back of the hand is Yang, and the palm is Yin. The front, middle, and back of the inner side of the limb are called Taiyin, Jueyin, and Shaoyin respectively; the front, middle, and back of the outer side of the limb are called Yangming, Shaoyang, and Taiyang respectively.

The six internal organs are yin and the six fu organs are yang. Six on the hands, six on the feet.

The six meridians on the hand are called the six meridians, and they are symmetrical. The five fingers of the right hand plus the little finger of the left hand form one set, and the five fingers of the left hand plus the little finger of the right hand form one set.

Feng Ji looked at the sword manual carefully. The internal force movement route on it was complicated and changeable. However, Feng Ji did not pay attention to the changes in the sword path, but analyzed the operation principle of the six-meridian divine sword.

"With the six internal organs as the source, and the internal force as the supplement, it travels through the meridians... If these true qi are attracted but not released, won't they hurt the body?"

According to the sword manual, these true qi actually become internal sword qi after they are run. If it is not released, it will definitely cause a certain degree of damage to the human body.

It's like a small sword remaining in the body, like the poison of the tarsal bone.

Feng Ji then thought that the reason why Duan Yu was able to master it was because he was not afraid of harming his body with this technique. He was afraid that he could use the Beiming Divine Technique to turn away the sword of internal energy that was not shot out.

"Strange, this technique is not used for killing people, but for self-mutilation."

This strange idea came to Feng Ji's mind.

Why did the ancestors of the Duan family create a self-mutilation technique?

Do you still regard this skill as one of Duan's top skills and pass it down?