Immortal Road.

Chapter 178 This World is Crazy

"Yo~~~hey!"

"I opened this road, I planted this tree."

"If you want to go this way, leave money to buy it!"

A group of demonic monks stared blankly at the Dharma King who was spinning in circles in front of them, feeling a sense of absurdity for no reason.

A powerful late Nascent Soul stage master of the Black Lotus Sect had his soul and mind disturbed because of the huge amount of incense and vows he burned, and he became a mentally disturbed lunatic!

But if you think about it carefully, that was the incense and vows accumulated in the six regions of the Great Song Dynasty over the past thousand years. The amount was too vast and huge. The Dharma King who protects the religion was not at his peak strength to begin with. In addition, this body was taken over by his Nascent Soul later, and it was not his original flesh and blood.

If you accidentally mess up, it seems reasonable?
It's just that you are acting crazy, but why do you have to arrest all of us?

Do we need a stage to perform opera?

Or maybe, we are just your older playmates?
A bunch of evil monks were in tears, their problem was that they were in the middle of nowhere and the righteous army was chasing them everywhere. The exit of Yimeng Mountain was one of the main transportation routes in Qingzhou. If they stayed there for too long, they might be discovered by the righteous army.

If you want to run away by then, it might be too late!
Everyone was anxious and trembling with fear, but who would care about this, the Dharma King who was protecting the religion in front of them?
As long as there were people passing by, he would accept them all and capture them all with his great magical powers.

During this period, there were also some demonic monks who wanted to sneak away, but don’t think that the Dharma King is crazy now. Once anyone tries to leave his sight, they will be captured again from a distance.

After this, even Lin Shan Black Skull Demon Lord and others tried several times, but found that they could not escape from the clutches of the devil no matter what, and everyone became discouraged.

They had finally escaped here, and were about to cross Qingzhou and go out to the sea, but they were trapped here by their own predecessors from the magic sect. There was no help from heaven or earth, so what else could they do except stay and wait to die?
As for the Dharma King who protects the religion, he is also here. If the righteous monks chase them, they will probably suffer the same fate as them. They might also fall into the hands of the Dharma King who protects the religion.

But that was only temporary at best.
The number of Yuanying-stage elders in all the major righteous sects combined exceeds ten fingers, not to mention thousand-year-old antiques like the Grand Elder of Zixiao Sect.

In his prime, the Dharma King could only fight others on equal terms at most. Now, after taking over another body, his strength has declined, and the key is that his mind has also begun to become confused. It is estimated that by then, any elder in the Nascent Soul stage will be enough to give him a hard time!
Hundreds of demonic monks were sitting here in a state of restlessness, while the Dharma King who was protecting the religion was having a great time over there.

The various role-playings are dazzling, and the bandit mountain king just now is just one of his identities.

"God damned dog officials, I beat the drum to complain, not only did they not uphold justice, but they ordered the officials to come to the court and beat me with forty sticks. Where is justice?"

There was a faint golden light on the face of the red-robed young man, and one could vaguely tell that he had an honest face. From his tone, it seemed that he was a tenant farmer from somewhere in Jingxiang, who was bullied by the local government and the gentry who were in collusion with him. He believed in the Black Lotus Sect when he was left with no other options.

……

"Da Lang, it's time to take the medicine. Take it in the middle of the night, lie down and cover yourself with a quilt to sweat a little, and you'll be able to get up tomorrow."

"Wow, uncle, why did you come back just now? Dalang died of heartache a few days ago, leaving me alone and miserable."

"Sir, now that Wu Er has returned, he is looking for the cause of his brother's death. I went outside the city to pray to a Buddha and offer sacrifices day and night for peace of mind."

The red-robed young man's face was glowing with golden light, and he then transformed into a charming and sad slut who murdered her own husband and committed adultery with an outsider. She was afraid of being discovered by her brother-in-law, so she got a wild Buddha statue from somewhere and worshiped it every day. However, from her subsequent frightened words, it is not difficult to guess that this vicious woman must have a miserable end.

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"I've seen a lot of young people like you. Just because you know a little bit of martial arts, you think you can rule the world. In fact, traveling the world is a very painful thing. There are many things that you can't do even if you know martial arts."

"You don't want to farm, you don't want to rob, and you don't want to show up on the street to perform. How do you make a living?"

"Everyone goes through this phase. When you see a mountain, you want to know what's behind it. But after you climb over the mountain, you'll find that there's nothing special. Looking back, you'll think this side is better."

This is a man who has experienced all kinds of life and has been unable to get the love he wants. He missed out on the good things because of his willfulness when he was young and had to travel far away and live a lonely life. At this moment, he seems to be telling a young man a long story.

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"Every spring, the peach blossoms in my hometown bloom brilliantly. I want to see them again before I go blind, but unfortunately I have run out of money."

This was a down-and-out, wandering blind warrior who missed his wife in his hometown until his death, but unfortunately he was unable to go back in the end.

……

"The ups and downs of the world are created by our generation. Once we enter the martial arts world, time will pass by quickly. If you young people don't study hard now, you will suffer in the future when you walk in the martial arts world!"

This time it was a burly man, seemingly a martial arts coach from a mortal family, who was teaching the younger generation of the clan how to grapple.

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"If Heaven had not given birth to me, Ma Yuanjue, the sword path would have been as dark as eternity!"

This is a martial arts swordsman from southern Xinjiang. He sounds extremely arrogant, as if all the charm in the world cannot compare to the charm of the moment when he draws his sword.

……

Men, women, old and young all appeared on the scene, looming on the face of the red-robed young man. They were the consciousnesses of all living beings, gradually distorting his mind. They even started to fight each other as if they were raising poisonous insects, in order to be reborn in this body!

This is not impossible.

Because whether a person is himself is actually a very profound question that needs to be viewed dialectically.

A strange memory invades another soul, and the two live and blend together.

So is this soul still his original self?

Or maybe, it's another person who is resurrected in someone else with another memory?

Therefore, the power of incense and vows is poisonous. Once it spreads, it will not only harm the world, but will also disrupt the order of the six realms of reincarnation and the underworld, and directly mess up the natural laws of life and death between heaven and earth.

You said that when the time comes, the King of Hell in the underworld will look at the soul waiting for reincarnation in front of him and another person in the human world with the same memories. How will he make a choice?
This is also one of the measures taken by the ancient powers in the upper realm to maintain the rules, crack down on religious missions, and follow the normal operation of the way of heaven.

However, in the context of this immortal civilization, there are always many people who do not believe in fate, which leads to many accidents. The occurrence of such "unknowns and variables" is also the magic and charm of chaotic creation.

Right now, inside the body of the red-robed young man possessed by the Dharma King, countless streams of memories began to fight each other. The powerful memories would devour and absorb the weak memories, and then become stronger.

Finally, the successful one will move into the Nascent Soul of the "King of Dharma", and take control of the body of the "Red Robe Youth" by taking over his body, and be reborn in a new and alternative way!
Lin Shan and his gang looked ahead in fear. They had no idea what kind of person the person in front of them would become in the end.

Does this newly born powerful being still recognize the identity of the Demonic Cult?
Or maybe he could transform himself into a messenger of justice and catch all these "evil thieves" in one fell swoop?
Or maybe, leave everything behind in the past, let it go with a neutral attitude, and leave on your own to roam freely between heaven and earth?

The unknown wait, the darkness of the future, the imminent crisis, and the pressure from all sides seemed to be gnawing at the uneasy hearts of the hundreds of demon monks present.

This feeling of leaving everything to fate and having no control over one's own actions is really a torture for them.

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Two days later, the number of people gathered around exceeded five hundred.

Half of them were actually righteous monks. When they marched forward with high spirits and courage, crossing the eastern hinterland of the Song Dynasty, intending to occupy the position first and block the Qingzhou coastline according to the established goal of the top leaders,

He was just passing by Yimeng Mountain when the next moment he was grabbed by a huge hand with Yuan Qi and thrown into a crowd.

When they looked up, they were surrounded by demonic monks who were on high alert, staring at them nervously with red eyes. They were all frightened and immediately started a fight as a reflex.

But before he could make a move, he suddenly found that his Dantian and Niwan Palace had been sealed, and he could not use either his spiritual power or his spiritual consciousness!

Now the group of righteous cultivators were in a panic. They couldn't activate their magic instruments to cast spells. Could these cultivators, who had been raised in a privileged environment in small sects, learn to punch and kick like ordinary people?
However, when they reacted, they found that the group of demonic monks opposite them were just like them, with no spiritual power or awareness, and could only stare at them.

It turned out that as the number of people detained increased in the past two days, there were always newcomers who wanted to escape. The "King of Dharma" became annoyed and felt that it was too troublesome to keep going back and forth to catch them, so he simply sealed up everyone's cultivation.

Without cultivation, most people naturally wouldn’t dare to run around, and the reason is very simple.

Not to mention that you will temporarily become a mortal after running away, and can only wander around the mortal world for a short period of time. You will not be able to find the elders of your own sect to lift the seal for you. It may even take several years before you have a chance to walk back to the mountain gate.

During this period, if one encounters monks from the hostile camp, or masters of the mortal martial arts world, or some ferocious beasts and poisonous insects, wouldn't that be an unjust death?

So it is better to just stay here and wait for the sect to come and rescue us.

Besides, they couldn't run away even if they wanted to.

The red-robed young man in front is very domineering. Although he is young, he has profound Taoism skills. He can hold so many people from both the righteous and evil sides in one breath, including more than a dozen Foundation Establishment cultivators. It is not difficult to guess that his cultivation level is at least at the Golden Core Stage.

If he was really stubborn and kept running away, he might get angry and kill himself. Just like that, a rare and strange thing happened in the Eastern Front since the war began.

Here, the cultivators of both the righteous and evil sides were clearly divided, each on their own side, and there was no direct fight between enemies when they met. Instead, they just gathered together peacefully.

Even after these two days of getting used to each other, they would sometimes smile bitterly at each other, with a sense of sympathy.

However, on the third day, the situation changed.

Inside the red-robed young man in front, all the collective consciousnesses went through countless rounds of fighting and finally a king emerged. Three memories successfully entered the Nascent Soul of the "King of Dharma Protector", and they reached an agreement to take turns controlling this body.

In the morning, a weathered man came who claimed to be a martial arts instructor. He was originally a martial arts master who was a security guard for a certain family.

In the afternoon, there was a sixty-year-old man, known as Master Cen, who was originally a teacher in a private school.

At night, there is a bold middle-aged man who calls himself Ma Yuanjue. His original identity is a wandering swordsman.

The three of them were able to fight their way out of the collective consciousness of billions, and share the memories of the original Dharma King, and finally reach the top. They must have been people with strong minds in their lifetime and were leaders in their respective fields.

This time he absorbed and inherited a huge amount of incense and vows, successfully completed the sublimation and transformation in the dark, sorted out his memories and was reborn into a complete personality. It can be said that he is one person but has three people with three faces.

Simply put, it means "split personality".

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At this moment, it was early morning, and the red-robed young man who had been crazy all this time returned to normal for the first time. He opened his eyes with a flash of brilliance, and with the eyesight of an eagle and the gait of a wolf, he strode directly into the middle of the crowd.

The cultivators from both the righteous and evil sides were all startled. They stood on both sides surrounding the red-robed young man in the middle. None of them dared to act rashly. They occasionally looked at each other and exchanged glances, but none of them dared to make a sound.

The young man in red robe looked around and looked at all the hundreds of people, as if he wanted to remember each of them firmly. Then he nodded, thought seriously for a moment, and finally spoke in a deep voice.

But the first time he spoke, everyone was shocked.

Because they were very familiar with this voice. During the two days and two nights they were detained, this voice and the other two voices appeared the most frequently!
"The ups and downs of the world are created by our generation. Once we enter the martial arts world, time will pass by quickly. If you young people don't study hard now, you will suffer in the future!"

"???"

"???"

"???"

Everyone was dumbfounded. Is this the "martial arts coach" who loves to instruct the younger generations?
Did he break out of the siege?

He actually succeeded in taking over the body of a powerful late Nascent Soul stage being, the Black Lotus Sect's guardian Dharma King!

This world is so crazy!

As a mortal, he counterattacked the demon giant in the world of cultivation. This is too damn incredible!
Everyone was exclaiming in their hearts: “Oh shit!”

But now their cultivation was sealed, and their lives and property were all in the hands of others. They dared not say anything and listened obediently to the scolding of the person in front of them.

The young man in red robe, now you can also call him "Martial Coach", raised his arrogant eyebrows coldly and shouted with full energy.

"Everyone, stand in two teams, with twelve people in each team, one foot apart. Stand in horse stance and prepare for training!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Many cultivators from both the righteous and evil sides hesitated because most of them had never experienced this.

However, some monks who were born in the family were not unfamiliar with this, including Lin Shan in the crowd.

Ever since he traveled through time to the Lin family in Qinghe County in southern Xinjiang when he was a child, he would practice sword in the family's outer courtyard square every morning. At that time, the clan would also arrange a coach to teach a group of younger generations in the clan to practice the "Qingfeng Sword Technique".

Of course, it only has the effect of strengthening the body and has not much practical use.

At the beginning, he really trained hard in the coldest and hottest days of winter and summer, naively thinking that as long as he studied hard and practiced diligently, he would be able to become a master.

But later, after gradually coming into contact with and practicing the family's martial arts, he found that he could not cultivate internal strength, also known as true qi. Then he understood that practicing martial arts requires not only talent, but also "understanding"!
If he hadn't awakened the enhanced panel later and hadn't stepped into the immortal path by chance, he might still be hanging around in the mortal city now.

It's just that now it seems a little similar to when I was in the Lin family.
I didn't expect that after going around in circles, I would end up back at the beginning.
Lin Shan couldn't help but feel dazed. Some of the cultivators who were born in similar families present had a look of reminiscence on their faces.

But the next moment, this group of people were scolded at the same time.

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and line up!"

Lin Shan was suddenly shocked. Old Man Zhong and other younger brothers beside him were very loyal and quickly pulled their boss back to the team and stood in line.

As for the Black Skull Demon Lord, he also stood trembling in the team, with the soul fire in his skull shaking, as if he was a little doubtful about his life.

It's just a skeleton. Does it also need to do morning exercises with these humans?
But the red-robed young man "Wu Coach" doesn't care about these. It's said that he is doing his job conscientiously. Since he is responsible for teaching the younger generation of the clan, then naturally he teaches everyone, no matter whether you are a human or a ghost.

Just like that, under the high pressure, the monks from both the righteous and evil sides spontaneously split into two groups, and all lined up and stood in horse stance obediently.

The red-robed young man "Martial Arts Coach" nodded with satisfaction. After looking around, he returned to the open space between the two teams, stretched his muscles casually, and then slowly started his boxing stance.

"Today, I will teach you a kind of boxing technique, which is a acquired martial art that I created, called Kun Fist!"

"The concept of this fist is extremely simple. As the name suggests, it imitates the Kunpeng in ancient books. It is a killing technique specially designed for fighting, capturing and killing. It can be used for self-defense when traveling in the future."

"When Kun migrated to the South Sea, it struck the water for three thousand miles, and soared up for ninety thousand miles. When you learn boxing, you should also visualize this in your mind, so that you can concentrate your fists to shock your opponents."

"Okay, without further ado, there are three forms of Kun Fist, watch carefully!"

The martial arts coach had a focused expression, as if he was obsessed with his fists and feet. His every move was in harmony with the heaven and earth. His limbs and the huge spine behind him moved like a bow with a fully drawn bow. There was a crisp "crackling" sound all over his body and he was agile and nimble in his movements.

After warming up for about a quarter of an hour, he jumped off the ground with both feet and swung his hands in front of him!
"The first move, the great Kun spreads its wings!"

Everyone felt a wild aura coming towards them. A huge fish leaped out of the sea, demonstrating its ferocity and dominance, which was transformed into moves intended to strangle its opponent.

Next, the martial arts coach changed his fist stance, mobilized the strength of his whole body, united his waist and hips, put his hands together, turned his back to everyone, and shook his shoulders wildly.

"The second move, Cloudtop Breaks the Sky!"

This move is as fast as thunder and as powerful as lightning, gathering the strength of a thousand pounds to lift a tripod, mobilizing the essence of the whole body to gather strength and accumulate power, intending to push the opponent away.

Finally, Coach Wu made a parrying gesture, with one hand in front of him and the other hand protecting his lower three paths, his legs moving sideways and coming and going like the wind, as if he were in an empty space.

"The third move, Kun travels the world!"

This move involves light body movements and is suitable for using a small number of people to defeat a large number of people. It also contains the meaning of defensive counterattack and is most widely used in actual combat.

After three moves, Coach Wu turned around and stood straight, placed his hands across his chest, slowly pushed down, sank his qi into his dantian, and slowly finished the exercise.

He opened his eyes, a gleam of light flashed, and he glanced around sharply.

"Have you learned everything?"

A group of monks hesitated for a moment, then gritted their teeth and shouted, "We got it!"

"Okay, then let's start the morning exercise. I will teach each of you step by step. Don't be afraid of hardship. Only those who endure the most hardships can become the best!"

On this morning, the breeze blew across the hills, and the sound of martial arts could be heard in the woods.

People who don’t know might think that it was some powerful family that brought the younger generation of the clan to the mountains for training.

……

Before I knew it, the sun was already high in the sky and the sunlight was shining through the forest.

In the western sky, a group of righteous monks flew over from afar, and it seemed that their route would pass by here.

However, the leader this time was a fat old man, who was actually a Jindan-stage immortal.

(End of this chapter)