I'm a body cultivator, so it's normal for me to destroy a star with one punch, right?

The white-haired "Supreme Elder" was furious, and his finger pointing at Xu Rulai was trembling uncontrollably.

"You brat...you little bald monk!"

He clenched his teeth, but because he was wary of Jiang He, he ultimately did not explode.

"Amitabha!"

Xu Rulai chanted Buddhist mantras and said, "Old benefactor, there is a Buddhist saying that it is better to resolve enmity than to create it... The misunderstanding between this humble monk and Baima Hall is nothing more than a small one. Why don't we let bygones be bygones?"

"A small misunderstanding?"

The anger that the "Supreme Elder" had just suppressed was reignited. He squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth: "You murdered four true disciples and eight inner disciples of my White Horse Hall, putting me in danger and almost killing me. Even Saint Source was severely injured. You think you can just let it go with a misunderstanding?"

Ah this...

The river opened its mouth wide!

His original intention was to make a scene by taking advantage of Xu Rulai being "bullied" and to ask Bai Ma Tang for some "emotional compensation" along the way.

But now that I hear it...

Why does it seem like Xu Rulai wasn't the one being bullied, but rather Bai Matang who got hurt?
He looked at Xu Rulai.

Xu Rulai, without blushing or skipping a beat, calmly said, "Amitabha... I also feel deeply sorry for the deaths of the disciples of the White Horse Hall. They wanted to kill me to steal my treasure, and I was just acting in self-defense. I never expected to attract your attention, old benefactor."

“I spoke with you, sir, and you said that I was not at fault. But you wouldn’t listen and insisted on killing me. I had no choice but to fight back!”

The old man's hands trembled even more violently.

The head of the White Horse Hall quickly jumped in to smooth things over, saying, "Uncle-Master Zhou, please don't say any more... According to the rules of our White Horse Hall, disciples are not allowed to cause trouble or engage in murder and robbery when they are out. Those who violate this rule will have their cultivation abolished and be expelled from the White Horse Hall!"

"Those words maliciously attacked this young master, attempting to seize his treasures. Their deaths are their own fault... As the Supreme Elder of the White Horse Hall, how can you disregard the hall's rules and stand up for a group of disciples who should have had their cultivation abolished and been expelled from the sect?"

"Although you are my senior uncle, you must still be punished. I, the hall master, hereby punish you to spend sixty years in solitary contemplation in the Ancestral Hall. Are you willing?"

The old man knew that the "Hall Master" was acting in the best interests of the sect's development and future. He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said, "Hall Master, rest assured, I will go to the Ancestral Hall to receive my punishment myself!"

Having said that, he turned around and flew deep into the White Horse Hall.

The leader of the White Horse Hall smiled apologetically and took all the blame upon himself.

He first apologized to Xu Rulai, and then exchanged pleasantries with Jiang He, saying, "May I ask how I should address you, senior?"

"Jiang He!"

Jiang He felt very awkward being called "senior" by someone who was hundreds or thousands of years older than him.

However, considering that in the "Kunlun Realm" the strong are respected, as long as you have big enough fists, you can be a senior or even a grandfather and a group of people will rush to worship you... So he stopped mentioning that he was only "20 years old".

"So it's Senior Jiang He!"

"My surname is Lu, and my given name is Zhishang."

Lu Zhishang, the head of the White Horse Hall, said with a smile, "Although I have not left the mountain gate for many years, I know about Senior Jiang's deeds of killing the Great Sun Saint and the Great Black Heavenly Demon King in Ji and Yan provinces. This is the most inspiring event in the Kunlun Realm in a thousand years, and it represents the beginning of the Kunlun Realm's resistance against the rule of foreign races!"

"........."

That's quite a good flattery.

Jiang He humbly replied, "Two Saint Realm experts are nothing special. There are countless experts from the Ten Clans, including many Great Saints and Great Emperors. I just can't stand those two alien races leading a bunch of beasts to bully and oppress people in Ji and Yan Provinces, and I can't stand seeing the creatures of my Kunlun Realm being bullied by these alien beasts."

"To fight against the alien races, all living beings in the Kunlun Realm must work together. My strength alone is nothing."

"You're being too modest, senior."

Lu Zhishang said, "Senior is the first person in all the heavens and myriad realms to achieve sainthood through physical means since ancient times. When you became a saint, extraordinary phenomena spread throughout the entire Kunlun Realm. You will surely become a Great Saint or a Great Emperor in the future... Oh dear!"

talking.

He slapped his forehead and said, "I was so busy talking to you, senior, that I left you standing outside the mountain gate... Senior, please come in quickly! Someone, prepare a banquet, prepare the best banquet, and bring out the Nine Heavens Jade Nectar from the treasure vault. Today, I must have a good drink with you, senior."

As the saying goes, don't hit someone with a smiling face.

Lu Zhishang's behavior made it difficult for Jiang He to find fault with him... He was also too embarrassed to bring up the matter of helping Xu Rulai ask for some "compensation for mental distress" again.

After having enough wine and food.

Lu Zhishang then asked, "Senior said earlier that you came to White Horse Mountain... to search for treasure?"

Jiang He glanced at Xu Rulai, who was feasting on fish and meat, picked up a silk handkerchief to wipe his mouth, and said, "There is a Buddhist site in Baima Mountain. I have come here today to help my friend retrieve the treasure from this site."

"Oh?"

Lu Zhishang asked, "Senior, are you referring to the White Horse Temple?"

aside.

Xu Rulai, who was gnawing on a chicken leg, looked up and said, "That's right. According to my research, the Buddhist ruins are indeed called White Horse Temple."

"So there really is a White Horse Temple in White Horse Mountain!"

Lu Zhishang sighed and said, "The reason why Baima Mountain is called Baima Mountain is because of this... Legend has it that there was once a very popular temple in Baima Mountain called Baima Temple. People in the towns near Baima Mountain should have heard of this legend. I even had a children's song about Baima Temple when I was a child."

"The White Horse Hall, founded by my master, actually originated from this."

Xu Rulai, no longer caring about eating, wiped his mouth with his sleeve and pressed for details, "Could Hall Master Lu elaborate?"

Lu Zhishang shook his head and said, "The existence of Baima Temple can be traced back to ancient times, and some of the things I know are also passed down from folk traditions."

"White Horse Temple..."

Jiang He muttered a few words, then looked at Xu Rulai and asked, "Do you know that our Great Xia also has a White Horse Temple?"

"what?"

Xu Rulai was taken aback and asked, "Does our Great Xia also have a White Horse Temple?"

"You, a Buddhist disciple, don't even know about the White Horse Temple?" Jiang He said disdainfully, "The White Horse Temple is the first Buddhist temple in the Great Xia Dynasty. It is said that during the Yongping period of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Emperor Ming heard that there were strange gods in the West, so he sent Cai Yin, a court official, and Qin Jing, a disciple of a scholar, to India to seek Buddhist teachings. Cai Yin and the Indian monks Kasyapa Matanga and Dharmaraksha brought back Buddhist scriptures and statues to Luoyang and built the temple. You didn't learn about these things in your history books... Well, maybe you really didn't."

Halfway through the sentence.

Jiang He then remembered...

This world is slightly different from my "previous life".

The "White Horse Temple" on Blue Star had long been reduced to ruins in the early stages of the spiritual energy revival. Moreover, students in this era did not have as many complicated courses as in their previous life. History and similar subjects were minor subjects in junior and senior high school, with only two classes a week. Furthermore, history teachers were often "sick" or "on leave," and other teachers would substitute for them.

Only liberal arts students who go to university will delve into these things in depth!
Xu Rulai was undoubtedly a "martial arts student," so naturally his main focus was "cultivation."

As for Buddhist disciples...

Seeing that he poured himself another glass of wine without saying a word, Jiang He's lips twitched involuntarily.

I took a sip of wine.

Xu Rulai then said, "White Horse Temple... I seem to have heard of it. Is the ruins near Luocheng? But Lao Jiang, you've got something wrong... Our Buddhist history is ancient. Legend has it that it was passed down from the Buddha of the Western Paradise who descended to the mortal world, not from the West!"

"The Western Paradise?"

This is the first time I've heard the word "river".

The Cloud Fairy, who had remained silent until now, spoke up: "The Western Paradise, like the Immortal Realm, exists only in legends."

After staying at Baima Hall for a while, Jiang He got up to take his leave.

Lu Zhishang, the leader of the White Horse Hall, said, "Senior, the terrain deep in White Horse Mountain is complex, and the poisonous haze lingers year-round. Would you like me to lead the way?"

Jiang He looked over.

Lu Zhishang said, "I have been a disciple of the White Horse Hall since I was a child. Before I comprehended the laws of the Holy Path, I often cultivated in the depths of White Horse Mountain. I am quite familiar with White Horse Mountain... Moreover, I have heard the legend of White Horse Temple since I was a child. To be honest, I am quite eager to see it."

Jiang He: "I can show you, but the secret treasure trove of the White Horse Temple ruins is Buddhist property, and I can't give it to you!"

Lu Zhishang quickly replied, "This junior has absolutely no such intention!"

The group of four set off.

Following the path of Xu Rulai, they began flying deeper into the White Horse Mountain.

Mount Baima is extremely large, a mountain range stretching for tens of thousands of miles. The gate of Baima Hall is built on the outer perimeter of Mount Baima, occupying about 600 miles... However, after venturing 8,000 miles deeper into Mount Baima, poisonous obstacles begin to appear ahead.

Lu Zhishang said, "These poisonous barriers have existed since ancient times and are extremely terrifying. If an ordinary person were to accidentally enter them, they would be instantly corroded into a skeleton by the poisonous barriers. Only by protecting the body with true qi can one resist the invasion of the poisonous barriers. However, ordinary martial artists have limited true qi and their true qi strength is not enough. Therefore, disciples of my White Horse Hall who are not at the Celestial Realm are not allowed to enter the range of the poisonous barriers."

He pointed downwards and saw that the ground was littered with white bones.

Most of these skeletons belonged to animals or wild beasts.

Some of them have extremely large skeletons and should be considered "demons".

Jiang He observed carefully and asked in confusion, "It's one thing to have bones inside the poison barrier, but why are there so many skeletons outside the poison barrier as well?"

The river discovered this just thousands of miles away.

Lu Zhishang explained, "The poisonous barrier in Baima Mountain is extremely peculiar. It usually covers this area... but every sixty years, the poisonous barrier will expand and erupt, rapidly increasing its coverage to over six thousand miles away, lasting for about three months. Moreover, during each eruption, strange phenomena occur deep within Baima Mountain, as if peerless experts are engaged in a fierce battle, and strange roars continue throughout the night."

"We call this period the 'drug surge'."

"My founder and my master both ventured into the depths of Baima Mountain during the eruption of the poisonous miasma, but they never returned."

Jiang He asked, "What were the cultivation levels of the founder of the White Horse Hall and your master back then?"

Lu Zhishang said, "My White Horse Hall has only been established for more than 2,600 years, which is considered a small sect... It is precisely because of this that it was able to survive the war a thousand years ago. According to the records of my White Horse Hall Ancestral Hall, the ancestor went deep into White Horse Mountain to explore 2,300 years ago. At that time, he was in the early stage of the Saint Realm. After entering the poison barrier, he never returned and has been missing ever since."

"After the drug tide receded, my predecessors from the White Horse Hall went deep into the White Horse Mountain to search, but after searching the entire White Horse Mountain range, they found no trace of the patriarch, nor did they find anything unusual."

“My master entered four hundred years ago; at that time, he was a mid-level half-saint.”

Beside him, Xu Rulai chanted Buddhist mantras and said, "Amitabha... Hall Master Lu, even your White Horse Hall's ancestral master's Saint Realm cultivation disappeared in the poisonous tide. Your master is only a mid-level Half Saint, how dare he enter the poisonous tide?"

A hint of reminiscence flashed in Lu Zhishang's eyes as he said, "After the poison tide rose, my master went to investigate the edge of the poison tide... After he returned that night, he summoned many elders and disciples of my White Horse Hall and said that he saw the figure of our ancestor in the poison tide."

"At that time, a high-ranking half-saint from another race coveted my White Horse Hall and wanted to take it over for himself. With an external enemy at hand, my master had no choice but to enter the poisonous tide to seek a glimmer of hope."

At this point, Lu Zhishang became somewhat sorrowful. He shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Later, my master disappeared without a trace, just like my ancestor. We don't know who killed that alien half-saint. His body was thrown into the rocks on the plain west of Baima Mountain. This matter even alarmed the imperial court. The court sent experts to investigate. It is said that the court suspects... that alien half-saint may have been killed by the Seven Demon Saints of Niushou Mountain in Yongzhou!"

"........."

What the hell are these Seven Demon Saints of Niushou Mountain?!
Jiang He didn't even need to think much to know that the alien half-saint was killed by a master secretly trained by the "Wind Emperor"!
After all, no one would pin the blame on the Seven Demon Saints of Niushou Mountain!
However, these events did pique Jiang He's interest in Baima Mountain.

A "drug surge" that occurs only once every 60 years...

Strange things are born in the poisonous fog when the tide rises, but return to calm after the tide recedes.
How could such an evil-sounding place have once housed a thriving Buddhist temple?

Or perhaps...

The White Horse Temple was built to suppress the things in White Horse Mountain.
Even Fairy Yun's beautiful eyes flickered slightly as she said, "I seem to have heard a similar legend in my past life... but the mountain in that legend is not White Horse Mountain!"

Lu Zhishang said, "Since Baima Mountain is named after Baima Temple, it means that it was not called this before Baima Temple was built."

The four flew into the poisonous barrier.

Xu Rulai activated the Buddha's teachings, his body shimmering with Buddhist light, and wherever he passed, poisonous obstacles gave way.

Fairy Yun and Lu Zhishang also used their own methods to resist the poison barrier.

On the contrary, it's the rivers...

He was a body cultivator and didn't have any similar protective methods, but he wasn't afraid. Instead, he took a few deep breaths of the poisonous barrier and felt a bit pungent in his nose. He said, "This poisonous barrier is a bit intoxicating... By the way, Hall Master Lu, when was the last time the poisonous tide of White Horse Mountain rose?"

"Last time?"

Lu Zhishang did some quick calculations, then his expression suddenly changed drastically. He exclaimed, "This is bad... The last poisonous wave was sixty years ago. This one might arrive in the next two or three days!" (End of Chapter)