Blind Ghostwriter: Starts with the full level of Nine Yang Magic Skill

Chapter 158 The End of an Era, the Emergence of a New Era

"Master Dingchan!"

Gu Chudong was slightly startled. She was very clear about Master Dingchan's stance. Master Dingchan was absolutely partial to Yan Xianmei, and he had previously said that he would unconditionally protect Yan Xianmei.

Therefore, at this moment, if Master Dingchan also came here, the situation would probably really change.

"Where is he?" Gu Chudong asked.

Gu Mo said slowly: "Under the Cliff of Broken Souls, I can sense that he is gathering strength and approaching."

"Brother, will Master Dingchan launch a sneak attack?" Gu Chudong asked.

"No," Gu Mo said, "If he wanted to launch a sneak attack, he wouldn't have gathered his strength. I can sense his presence from such a distance, and Ye Jinglan and Chu Tianqing can naturally sense it as well. Who would reveal their position in advance by launching a sneak attack?"

"That's true," Gu Chudong said, "Master Dingchan is not someone who would do something like a sneak attack from behind... Here he comes, Master Dingchan has really appeared!"

Not only Gu Chudong saw it, but many people on Jiangxin Island saw it at this moment.

There was a small boat slowly emerging, not affected at all by the turbulent river. The boat was short, but it was unusually stable in the turbulent water, as if it was integrated with the mountains and rivers, and was not disturbed by the worldly turmoil.

Master Dingchan stood quietly. He wore a simple monk's robe, his beard and eyebrows white. He stood with his hands behind his back, his posture upright yet gentle. He exuded a tranquil and peaceful aura, as if the disputes and grudges of the world were nothing but passing clouds before him.

The small boat slowly docked beside the big ship of Tiandao Sect. Master Dingchan tapped his feet lightly and flew to the bow like a flying swallow.

Qi Miaoxuan was standing on the bow of the boat, and the two men looked at each other in silence.

After a long while, Master Dingchan clasped his hands together and slowly said, "Donor Qi, long time no see."

"Third brother!" Qi Miaoxuan chuckled and said, "We are all old."

"Yes, we are old." Master Dingchan said, "But, Benefactor Yan doesn't seem to understand that we are old."

Qi Miaoxuan shook his head slightly and said, "Fifth sister... maybe she will understand today. I don't know if it's too late."

Master Dingchan said, "I don't know whether it's too late or not, but don't you blame her?"

Qi Miaoxuan asked in confusion, "Why not? Fifth Sister has been acting more and more aggressively over the years. Even at her age, she's still so ambitious and has caused so much bloodshed in the martial arts world.

She also wanted to force me to do things for her. Not only did she want Xuannv Palace to swallow up Tiandao Sect and Jiujiang League, she even wanted to unify the Qingzhou martial arts world. She also wanted to be the best in the world.

She planned to have me perpetrate the fraud after Ye Jinglan and Chu Tianqing were both defeated or one dead and the other injured, continuing the Good Fortune Pill lie so that Nangong Yuexi and Zhuo Fanghua could control the Heavenly Blade Sect and the Jiujiang League as their wives. She also wanted me to refine the atrocious Heart-Eating Soul-Snatching Pill for her. She wanted to control all the martial arts masters as her puppets. She was completely mad.

I've worked under her for years, and I really can't stand her anymore. But, a while ago at Tingsongling, she had her sword at my neck, but in the end she couldn't bring herself to kill me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to fake my own death and escape. So, I blame her, but I'm too spineless to blame her completely.

Master Dingchan sighed and said, "I have two concerns about her. She was different from us when she was young. She and my eldest brother are most similar. They both have the desire to dominate the martial arts world and are ambitious.

So, after I went to Guangming Temple, I never allowed it to develop into a martial arts force. I always kept it a purely Buddhist temple, because I didn't want to conflict with it. No matter how bloody and violent she was in the martial arts world, I didn't care much.

But there are two things that make me feel depressed.

One is you. I thought she killed you, and now I have a knot in my heart. The second is the tragic massacre of the Golden Blade Sect, the Long Eyebrow Sword Sect, and the Chen family.

Qi Miaoxuan chuckled and said, "I finally understand, Third Brother, your heart just wants to protect Fifth Sister, but these two things have become a knot in your heart, making you resentful towards Fifth Sister.

Now, seeing that I'm still alive and having resolved one of the issues, you're thinking that perhaps the other issue is a misunderstanding, and you're simply trying to get an answer from me. Furthermore, your appearance at this moment means you've already made your decision. You're definitely going to protect Fifth Sister, but your heart is suffocating, your thoughts are unclear, and you're afraid you won't be able to fully unleash your full potential."

Master Dingchan remained silent.

Qi Miaoxuan said: "You are already in your eighties, but you are still so pretentious. You were pretentious back then, and you are still pretentious now. If you hadn't been pretentious back then, and hadn't said all that nonsense about you being married and not being worthy of the fifth sister and not wanting to delay her, and had just taken the fifth sister away, how could there be so many problems now?
Forget it, let me help you resolve your worries. I can confirm that the extermination of the Golden Sword Sect, the Changmei Sword Sect and the Chen family had nothing to do with my fifth sister.

Bai Ying wasn't actually Fifth Sister's friend. To be precise, when Fifth Sister crippled Bai Ying's martial arts, she actually saved his life. Afterward, Bai Ying did work for Fifth Sister for a few years, but then they disagreed, and Bai Ying went out on his own. This happened years ago. Furthermore, Fifth Sister didn't even know Sixth Brother's secluded location, so how could she have known about the Gou Chen Demon Blade's reappearance?

Master Dingchan asked, "Why do you know so clearly?"

Qi Miaoxuan said, "I said it from the beginning. Fifth Sister forced me to work for her. In fact, a few years ago, I was really forced to work under her. However, I couldn't stand her ambition, and conflicts increased. You know her personality, she doesn't tolerate others disobeying her. I left because I couldn't stand it anymore. But I had been working for her secretly until this time, when she wanted to refine the Heart-Eating Soul-Seizing Pill. It really touched my bottom line, and we completely broke up. So, I know a lot of things."

Master Dingchan clasped his hands together, bowed and said, "Thank you very much."

As Master Dingchan raised his head and straightened his waist,

A cloud seemed to have lifted from him. The wrinkles on his face seemed to smooth out a bit at this moment. Each wrinkle no longer concealed worldly sorrow and worry, but instead held a sense of detached calmness and relief.

"Honestly, I hate her." Qi Miaoxuan said, "I really want her to die here today. My friend Pei Jiyu and his entire family were killed by her. However, I don't want you to fight Ye Jinglan with your frustration.

I have seen Ye Jinglan's sword. If you fight him when your mind is clouded, you will surely die under his sword."

Master Dingchan was silent for a long time, then slowly said, "Xiaojiu, I would like to ask you for a favor."

Qi Miaoxuan asked, "What's the matter?"

Master Dingchan took out a small wooden box and said, "I would like you to pass this on to the great hero Gu Mo of Yunzhou for me."

Qi Miaoxuan said, "You give it yourself."

Master Dingchan sighed slightly and said, "I may not have a chance."

Qi Miaoxuan was silent for a while, then slowly took the small wooden box from Master Dingchan and asked, "What's in it?"

"Ancient Buddha's relics," said Master Dingchan, "can suppress the evil nature of the Gou Chen Demon Sword."

"I understand. I will give it to him." Qi Miaoxuan said, "But I hope you give it to him yourself."

Master Dingchan smiled slightly.

Qi Miaoxuan turned around and waved to Master Dingchan.

Master Dingchan put his hands together, bowed, then jumped down and flew across the river towards the Cliff of Broken Souls.

……

At this moment, on the Cliff of Broken Souls, the battle between the four masters has reached the point where the outcome is about to be decided.

As Gu Mo had said, Yan Xianmei and Su Yunjiao had little fighting spirit, their minds in a state of confusion. Furthermore, Ye Jinglan and Chu Tianqing were generally slightly stronger. Under these circumstances, the outcome was quickly decided.

Especially Su Yunjiao, she was the first to fall into a disadvantage.

After that, after just a few moves, Ye Jinglan chopped him to the ground with a knife, blood spurting out of his mouth, and he slowly died.

Then, Ye Jinglan turned around and said, "Master Dingchan, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

At the foot of the cliff, Master Dingchan slowly walked up, clasped his hands together and bowed, saying, "Master Ye, Master Chu, I would like to act as a peacemaker."

Chu Tianqing and Yan Xianmei both stopped at this moment.

Chu Tianqing pointed his spear at Master Dingchan and said, "Master, as a monk, why do you have to get involved in these mundane affairs?"

Master Dingchan shook his head slightly and said, "I can't avoid it, I can't let it go, so I came here."

Ye Jinglan said, "Master, your Buddhist teachings are so profound, how come you are like an ordinary person and unable to see through the troubles of the world?"

"I am just a mortal."

Ye Jinglan nodded and said, "Alright, I received news earlier that you, Master, had arrived in Qingzhou City. I knew things wouldn't go smoothly today. What are you going to do? Are you going to use force to protect me?"

"Yes." Master Dingchan didn't say anything profound, but simply nodded and admitted, "Given the current situation, other than resorting to violence, I really can't think of any other way to protect my fifth sister."

Hearing the name "Fifth Sister," Yan Xianmei's eyes lit up. Despite her age, she acted like a little girl and said happily, "Third Brother..."

Master Dingchan nodded slightly towards Yan Xianmei, then said to Ye Jinglan and Chu Tianqing, "Today, if I lose, Fifth Sister and I will settle our past and future here. If I win, I promise to take Fifth Sister with me and retire from the world."

Perhaps because she had already held the mindset of being disgraced and doomed, Yan Xianmei's lifelong ambition vanished without a ripple, as if it had vanished into thin air. She said, "Third brother, I'm willing to retire from society with you and enjoy our old age in peace."

Ye Jinglan chuckled and said, "Senior Yan, are you too confident? Are you so sure that Master Dingchan will win?"

Yan Xianmei's white hair fluttered as she looked towards Master Dingchan, then slowly said, "I've known my third brother for fifty years, and he's never lost, not even once."

Ye Jinglan said: "But, I was only defeated by my junior brother once."

Chu Tianqing took a step forward and said, "I have never been defeated. Brother, let me see the strength of Qingzhou's number one expert."

Ye Jinglan suddenly tilted his head and looked at Chu Tianqing with a half-smile, saying, "Hey, Junior Brother, didn't you just say that this was the last time you'd see me? Why are you calling me again?"

Chu Tianqing's face turned red, remembering the scene not long ago when he swore to Ye Jinglan for the last time in front of everyone that he would fight Ye Jinglan to the death. For a moment, he was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a hole to hide in.

"Brother," Chu Tianqing stammered, "I...will talk about this later...let me deal with this old monk..."

"Okay, once brother!"

Ye Jinglan pushed Chu Tianqing away and said, "Do you really think that I lost to you seven years ago? If I hadn't let you go, would you have stayed at the second place on the Heavenly Ranking for so many years?"

Chu Tianqing was dissatisfied and said, "It's been seven years..." "I know, brother."

"Brother, you..."

"Brother Yiji..."

Chu Tianqing: "Okay, come here."

……

The wind howled miserably on the Cliff of Broken Souls. Below the cliff, the river surged, and the turbid waves emptied out like thousands of troops galloping, slamming against the cliff wall, stirring up layers of white waves and filling the air with mist.

Ye Jinglan, longsword in hand, stepped towards Master Dingchan. His steps were steady and powerful, each step seeming to crush the stubborn rocks on the cliff. At this moment, he exuded a murderous aura, like a peerless blade unsheathed, its edge intimidating.

"Since I was young, I have heard that your Prajna Golden Body can withstand any attack in the world. And I happen to have a set of Twelve Heavenly Swords, and I am confident that I can break all defenses in the world." Ye Jinglan's voice was flat, but it echoed on the cliff like a huge bell, and his words were full of unquestionable confidence.

"Amitabha."

Master Dingchan chanted the Buddha's name quietly, his voice clear to everyone's ears amidst the howling wind and roaring river. Instantly, wisps of golden light began to emanate from him, like a rising sun, enveloping him. He resembled the legendary Arhat descending to earth, his appearance majestic and compassionate, yet radiating an inviolable majesty.

"war!"

Ye Jinglan let out a soft shout, resounding like thunder. With a tap of his foot, he rushed towards Master Dingchan like lightning. His long sword swung in a sharp pattern, slashing down with unstoppable momentum. The blade's power was unstoppable and powerful, accompanied by the whistling sound of the wind.

Master Dingchan was not in a hurry. He put his hands together and the golden light around him became more and more dazzling.

Facing Ye Jinglan's powerful and heavy knife, he gently turned sideways and avoided the edge of the knife at an extremely clever angle. At the same time, he muttered something, turned his right hand into a palm, and slapped towards Ye Jinglan's knife.

This palm seemed light and powerless, but when it came into contact with Ye Jinglan's knife, it burst out with a powerful force, which actually shocked Ye Jinglan back half a step.

Ye Jinglan's eyes glared, and he secretly marveled at Master Dingchan's profound skills. But he showed no fear, and once again swung his long sword. This time, he unleashed the second of the Twelve Heavenly Swords. The blade flashed like lightning across the night sky, its force even more domineering than before, seemingly ripping through space.

Seeing this, Master Dingchan quickly formed seals with his hands, and the golden light on his body formed a solid defensive barrier, firmly protecting him. Ye Jinglan's sword slashed on this barrier, making a loud "clang clang" sound and sparks flying, but he could not break through this layer of defense.

"What a golden body! Let's see if you can take a few of my blows!"

Ye Jinglan roared, the long sword in his hand like a dragon emerging from the sea, attacking Master Dingchan continuously. He unleashed the fierce killing moves of the Twelve Heavenly Swords, each one faster and more brutal than the last. The sword intent crisscrossed and enveloped Master Dingchan in a sea of ​​sword light.

Master Dingchan remained calm under this torrent of attacks. He skillfully dodged Ye Jinglan's attacks with his delicate footwork and elusive movements, while simultaneously counterattacking with various palm and fist techniques. In a short period of time, he unleashed no fewer than twenty different martial arts techniques.

The two men exchanged blows, a fierce battle in full swing. Ye Jinglan's sword intent grew increasingly violent, unleashing the full might of the Twelve Heavenly Swords, each one imbued with the power to create the universe.

Master Dingchan's golden body defenses grew stronger. Based on Buddhism, he unleashed various Buddhist martial arts to neutralize Ye Jinglan's attacks one by one. For a moment, the Cliff of Broken Souls was ablaze with flashes of swords and golden light. The sounds of wind, river water, and weapons clashing intertwined, creating a breathtaking battle scene.

at a certain moment,
Ye Jinglan's sword collided with Master Dingchan's palm, and both of them flew backwards several feet at the same time.

At this moment, both of them stopped and did not attack immediately as before.

Master Dingchan slowly put his hands together and kept chanting scriptures.

Ye Jinglan held the Jingshen Sword in both hands.

Chu Tianqing and Yan Xianmei both held their breath and became very nervous.

At the same time,
Many of the martial arts world people who were watching the fight on Jiangxin Island became confused, wondering why the two people who had just been fighting with all their might suddenly stopped moving.

Among the crowd, Gu Chudong noticed something was going on and asked, "Brother, are Ye Jinglan and Master Dingchan going to fight to the death?"

"Yes," Gu Mo said, "The fierce battle between the two has already reached a critical point. They are evenly matched, but if they continue fighting, Ye Jinglan will definitely suffer. Therefore, Ye Jinglan cannot continue to fight."

"Why?" Zhuo Qingfeng asked in confusion.

Gu Mo said, "Master Dingchan is a master of internal skills. He has profound power and can fight for another whole day without any problem. But Ye Jinglan is not like that. He is a master of the way of swordsmanship and has cultivated the true meaning of martial arts. If he competes with Master Dingchan in endurance, he will definitely lose.

The fierce battle just now seemed evenly matched, but overall, Master Dingchan had the upper hand, disrupting Ye Jinglan's rhythm. However, the outcome was still unpredictable. After all, Ye Jinglan's martial arts cultivation was most powerful in his explosive power. It all depended on his next thirteenth strike!

……

On the Cliff of Broken Souls, Ye Jinglan and Master Dingchan stood silently, the wind howling, the river roaring, their auras surging, each refusing to yield. At this moment, it seemed as if they were the only two left in the world, and time seemed to freeze in this tense atmosphere.

In a moment, Ye Jinglan's eyes suddenly shrank, and the sword intent around him gathered madly. The long sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if roaring with excitement.

He drew his sword. This sword surpassed the Twelve Heavenly Questions Swords. It was the thirteenth sword he had created with all his life's martial arts knowledge, and it was also his strongest sword.

In an instant, a blade gleamed, and a stream of energy several dozen feet long roared out, carrying devastating force. Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart, a sharp explosion echoed, and the rocks on the cliff wall crumbled and turned to dust. Like an ancient beast awakening, this blade energy, with endless fury and tyranny, rushed directly towards Master Dingchan.

When Master Dingchan saw this shocking sword strike, his expression remained unchanged. He quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered something.

In an instant, golden light became brighter, and the intensity of the light made it almost impossible to open one's eyes.

At the same time, bursts of Buddhist chanting reached the air, as if drifting in from a distant Buddhist land, filled with compassion and peace. Amidst this golden light and Buddhist chanting, a gigantic Buddha silhouette slowly emerged behind Master Dingchan.

This Buddha has a solemn face, eyes slightly closed, a benevolent expression, and exudes a sacred and inviolable aura. A halo of light circulates around him, a lotus blossoms, and behind him a vast golden halo shimmers, shimmering with Sanskrit, as if imbued with the most mysterious power in heaven and earth.

"Amitabha!"

Master Dingchan chanted softly, and the Buddha's shadow also moved, slowly raising his palm and slapping it forward.

This palm seemed slow, but it contained the boundless true meaning of Buddhism. Wherever the palm wind reached, ripples appeared in the air, with an aura that embraced and dissolved all things. This was the strongest defense, using offense as defense, and it brought the exquisiteness of Buddhism to its extreme.

The Buddha's palm and the sword energy collided,
In an instant, the sky and the earth turned pale.

A resounding explosion shook the heavens and earth, as if the sky were collapsing and the earth was splitting apart. Debris flew everywhere like hidden weapons, and the Soul-Breaking Cliff shook violently, as if it could collapse at any moment.

Dust billowed up, covering the entire battlefield, making it impossible to see what was happening inside. Everyone held their breath, nervously awaiting the outcome.

Finally, the dust gradually dispersed.

Ye Jinglan was seen standing with a knife in his hand. Although his body was shaking a little, he still stood proudly.

A shockingly large wound appeared on Master Dingchan's chest, blood staining his robes. He slumped to the ground, barely breathing, blood oozing from his mouth.

"Third Brother!"

Yan Xianmei shouted and swung her sword towards Ye Jinglan. With a flash of cold light, she rushed towards Ye Jinglan like a stunning wild goose, her clothes fluttering in the wind.

Almost instantly, Chu Tianqing's aura surged. He shook the spear in his hand, its tassel quivering wildly. Like a dragon emerging from the sea, he thrust straight at Yan Xianmei with unstoppable momentum. The spear tip sliced ​​through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound, like a dragon's roar.

For a moment, the sword intent and the gun intent collided violently.

Unlike the earth-shaking and magnificent duel between Master Dingchan and Ye Jinglan, this time, the confrontation between Chu Tianqing and Yan Xianmei seemed extremely dull at first glance.

There was no dazzling true energy, no deafening roar, only the two figures intertwined, and the sword shadows and spear lights looming.

However, those who know the matter know that beneath this seemingly calm surface, there are actually undercurrents.

This time, the clash of sword and spear embodies the true meaning of martial arts, a fierce confrontation where every subtle movement is a matter of life and death. This is the ultimate test of martial arts realm, a clash of will and spirit.

In an instant, the two passed each other and stood back to back.

There was dead silence all around, with only the howling of the wind and the surging of the river, as if sighing for this thrilling battle.

At the same time, a drop of blood slowly dripped from the tip of Chu Tianqing's spear and the tip of Yan Xianmei's sword, splashing on the cliff rocks like a blooming red plum.

The next moment, a blood mark slowly appeared on Chu Tianqing's chest, and the bright red blood seeped through his clothes, which was shocking.

A thin streak of blood appeared on Yan Xianmei's throat. Her face instantly turned pale as paper. The longsword in her hand fell to the ground with a clang, the crisp sound echoing across the silent cliff. Her body went limp, and she collapsed helplessly in front of Master Dingchan.

Yan Xianmei slowly raised her head and looked at Master Dingchan, a smile appearing at the corner of her mouth. In that smile, there was liberation, relief, and a hint of attachment to the world.

Master Dingchan looked at her, his eyes full of compassion and relief, and he smiled slightly. He slowly raised his hand and gently stroked Yan Xianmei's cheek. His movements were gentle, as if he was comforting a sleeping child.

But after this stroke, Master Dingchan's hand fell weakly to the ground. At the same time, Yan Xianmei's neck softened and she fell to the ground without a sound.

this moment,
There was dead silence on the island in the middle of the river.

Master Dingchan, the number one monk in Qingzhou who had been invincible for thirty years, died at the hands of a young master.

In Qingzhou, a new top expert appeared.

The Sword Emperor, Ye Jinglan, a man who was already very legendary, continued the legend and broke the previous legend.

The era of Master Dingchan has come to an end.

Ye Jinglan's era has come!

(End of this chapter)