Narration System for the Journey of Martial Arts

Su Yuchen took out a pill from his sleeve and gestured for her to take it, explaining, "If we go that way, the most likely destination is Wanjie Valley. Hmm, it's probably because that little girl from Wanjie Valley, Zhong Ling, fell into the hands of the Shennong Gang, and he went to get reinforcements."

"We've never been apart the whole way, how did you know?" Wang Yuyan asked, puzzled.

Su Yuchen smiled: "Because I can foresee the future, I can know it with a simple calculation. By the way, aren't you concerned about what I feed you?"

"What did you eat?" Wang Yuyan asked casually.

Su Yuchen sighed helplessly: "It's a medicine to strengthen your foundation and cultivate your vitality. You haven't practiced internal energy cultivation techniques, so the true energy accumulated by this lightness skill is actually your potential source."

"What are we going to Dali for?" Wang Yuyan didn't understand what he meant, nor did she care about the quality of the pills. Instead, she asked about the purpose of going to Dali.

Su Yuchen waved his hand: "I have calculated that I am destined to have the Six Meridians Divine Sword hidden in Tianlong Temple. I would like to borrow it for a while."

“The Six Meridians Divine Sword is a secret of the Dali Duan family. Even my grandmother couldn’t collect it back then. How could it be destined for you?” Wang Yuyan said speechlessly.

Chapter 310 The Beggars' Sect Investigates the Case, Murong Returns to Western Xia

"With your martial arts skills and knowledge, do you still need the Duan family's Six Meridian Divine Sword?"

On the way to Dali, Wang Yuyan couldn't help but ask the question that was on her mind.

Su Yuchen rode alongside her on horseback, looking at the different scenery around them. As they rode, he said, "The Duan family's Six Meridians Divine Sword is said to be incredibly powerful. It would be a shame not to see it for myself. Most importantly, I want to see Ku Rong."

"Withering and flourishing?"

“That’s right! Monk Kurong. He’s also the most senior monk of this generation at Tianlong Temple in Dali. He specializes in the Buddhist Kurong Zen Kung Fu, which I’m more interested in.”

"But aren't you a Taoist? You want to cultivate Buddhism and Taoism simultaneously? Aren't you afraid that the internal energy cultivation methods won't be compatible?"

"Buddha is the Tao! In the past, Laozi transformed the barbarians into Buddha. Buddhism originated from Taoism, so how can they be incompatible?"

"I thought you hated Buddhism."

"Of course I hate bald monks, but that doesn't stop me from using their methods."

"If someone hears you say that, it will be considered a great act of treason."

"I'm just adopting a 'take what you need' approach, borrowing and using it for my own purposes. What's wrong with that?"

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Junshan Mountain in Dongting Lake.

The once bustling Beggars' Sect headquarters was rather somber on this day. Qiao Feng led the other elders of the Beggars' Sect back, and Wang Jiantong, after learning of the great victory at Yanmen Pass, finally could not hold on any longer.

According to Wang Jiantong, the Beggars' Clan is just a group of beggars, so they shouldn't be bound by worldly etiquette. A simple coffin and burial on Junshan Mountain will suffice...

“We are beggars. Even if we lay our bodies in state for seven days, those powerful families and high-ranking officials in the court will not give us a second glance. Why waste our money?”

"I have already informed all sects and factions in advance that they will not stop offering sacrifices at my grave. If you are so inclined, you can simply offer a cup of wine at my grave after I die."

"The people of the North are suffering greatly these days. Let's leave behind some useful wealth and do some good deeds."

"Vice Chief Ma, after I leave, you and the other brothers must assist Qiao Feng and work together to revitalize our Beggars' Clan."

Seeing the sorrowful expressions on the faces of the people below, Wang Jiantong laughed heartily, feeling that he had no regrets in this life. Immediately, everything went black, and he passed away peacefully.

Upon Wang Jiantong's death, the crowd immediately followed his last wishes, with Qiao Feng and Ma Dayuan carrying his coffin and burying him on the back of Junshan Mountain. They then proclaimed Qiao Feng as his successor, announcing this to the world.

Not long after Qiao Feng ascended to the throne, another incident occurred: Shaolin monk Xuanbei was murdered on his way to Dali to deliver a message. Qiao Feng discussed the matter with Ma Dayuan...

"The fact that Master Xuanbei of Shaolin died under the very weapon he was most proficient in, the Vajra Pestle, is known throughout the land. Does the Chief still not believe it was Murong Fu who did it?"

"Although it is rumored that Murong Fu is proficient in all martial arts, and the Murong family's 'using their own methods against them' is said to be incredibly powerful, I always feel..."

Qiao Feng recalled the bearded man who was the last to break into the Liao army camp during the Battle of Yanmen Pass. That man had a wide range of martial arts skills and was very knowledgeable, but his internal strength was not very good.

"If that person is Murong Fu..." Qiao Feng couldn't help but shake his head. Then, recalling the person he met at the Misty Rain Pavilion and their evaluation of Murong Fu, he had some guesses in his mind.

Qiao Feng immediately told Ma Dayuan and the other elders his conjecture, and then said...

"If that person is indeed Murong Fu, with his martial arts skills, even if he has the killing move of 'using the enemy's own methods against him,' it would probably be difficult for him to kill Master Xuanbei."

“There must be something going on that led to Master Xuanbei’s murder. I’m worried that someone might be framing Murong Fu to incite infighting within the Central Plains martial arts world.”

“But Master Xuanbei did indeed die by the very weapon he was most proficient in, the Vajra Pestle, and this has already been proven by Dali,” an elder countered.

Qiao Feng shook his head and explained, "Although the Vajra Pestle is a Shaolin secret technique, it is not a difficult martial art to learn for true masters. I once knew someone who could learn any martial art after just one glance and one demonstration."

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, unable to believe that such a person existed in the world. But seeing the seriousness with which Qiao Feng spoke, it was clear he wasn't lying.

Ma Dayuan nodded and said, "Legend has it that Master Xuancheng of Shaolin was proficient in more than a dozen Shaolin martial arts. What the gang leader said is not impossible. We are foolish and cannot assume that everyone in the world is like that."

Qiao Feng said, "The most important thing now is to find out the cause of Master Xuanbei's death and try to avoid causing internal strife in the martial arts world. It's a pity that if that person were still here, perhaps he would know something?"

Although the Beggars' Sect members didn't know who the person Qiao Feng was talking about was, his high praise only fueled their curiosity. However, their minds were focused on investigating Xuan Bei's fate, so these questions had to be put aside for later.

Just as everyone was gathered in the lobby discussing countermeasures, Kang Min and a few others served everyone tea, fruit, and snacks, which drew thanks from everyone.

"Chief, please have a cup of tea. This tea clears the lungs and reduces internal heat, and it's very beneficial to people," Kang Min said, personally handing a cup of tea to Qiao Feng.

"Thank you, sister-in-law." Unfortunately, Qiao Feng was preoccupied and did not see Kang Min's tender gaze. He simply took the teacup without even glancing at Kang Min.

Seeing Qiao Feng's attitude, Kang Min felt increasingly disappointed and bitter. She thought to herself that she had already suffered so much, yet Qiao Feng wouldn't even glance at her. Was she truly so worthless? Then why did the Prince of Zhennan…

However, since there were still many people watching in the lobby, Kang Min could only suppress her emotions and quietly retreat. As she left, she glanced at Bai Shijing with a charming look, which startled Bai Shijing so much that he immediately lowered his head.

Bai Shijing glanced at Ma Dayuan, who was discussing with the elders. He looked tired and seemed to understand something.

Kang Min smiled smugly and turned to leave, unaware of the burning desire in Bai Shijing's eyes as he looked down.

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Yanziwu in Taihu Lake.

Since the Battle of Yanmen Pass, Murong Fu had been depressed. The thought of Yelü Chuci's humiliation and disdain made him feel utterly ashamed. He was also somewhat uncertain about the possibility of reviving the Great Yan dynasty.

Seeing Murong Fu's state, Bao Butong, Feng Bo'e, and the other two tried to persuade him, but to little avail. After all, who would listen to reason after being lectured so much?

Just then, news arrived from Dali that Xuanbei had died at Murong Fu's hands, a case of "using their own methods against them." Bao Butong's eyes lit up, and he immediately had an idea.

Upon hearing Bao Butong's report, Murong Fu scoffed, "I was in Suzhou when Xuanbei was murdered. Many people can attest to that."

Bao Butong said, "That's not what I wanted to say. I have another idea."

"Oh?" Murong Fu asked curiously, "What are your thoughts, Brother Bao?"

Seeing that he was finally no longer confused, Bao Butong seized the opportunity to build the railway...

"I had been too naive before, which is why you were mocked by Yelü Chuci. But his words have enlightened me."

"Yelü Chuci humiliated you so much because you have no soldiers or generals, and the power is not equal. In that case, let's try to take control of an army first."

Murong Fu frowned and said, "Does Brother Bao mean to recruit soldiers in Jiangnan? No way! This is not feasible!"

Bao Butong said, "No! Recruiting soldiers in Jiangnan is tantamount to suicide. But just because it's not feasible within the Song Dynasty doesn't mean it's not feasible outside, for example, in Western Xia!"

"Western Xia?" Murong Fu frowned.

Bao Butong clenched his fist and said, "That's right, young master. You can think about it. In Xixia, there is a martial arts force called Yipintang that is responsible for gathering information. It not only has martial arts masters, but also military forces. If you could infiltrate Yipintang and seize real power, wouldn't you be able to secretly control an army?"

Upon hearing this, Murong Fu and the other three's eyes lit up. Murong Fu slapped the armrest and immediately said, "Alright, let's head to Western Xia!"

Chapter 311 Tianlong Temple 1

Outside Dali City.

Looking at Wang Yuyan's flowing sleeves and graceful, ethereal movements, Su Yuchen couldn't help but exclaim, "You truly are a gifted individual. You have already mastered the basics of the Northern Darkness Divine Art, the Lesser Formless Art, and the Lingbo Steps. Coupled with the many martial arts you have studied, your future achievements are limitless."

On the journey from the banks of the Lancang River to Dali, in addition to the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) he had already learned, Su Yuchen also passed on the Beiming Divine Skill and the Xiaowuxiang Skill to Wang Yuyan. Now, apart from her insufficient internal energy and lack of experience in combat, she has already stepped into the lower level of a master.

Wang Yuyan shook her head, not caring about it. For her, the purpose of learning martial arts in the past might have been to help Murong Fu, but now she could do what she wanted.

"When are we going into the city?" Wang Yuyan asked.

Su Yuchen shook his head and said, "Tianlong Temple is located in Diancang Mountain south of Dali City, so there's no need to enter the city." With that, Su Yuchen led the way forward, turning through the city gate and heading south of the city.

The two moved with an ethereal grace, like immortals. Before anyone could react, they had vanished from the crowd without a trace. Before the passersby could even process what was happening, they were already far away.

A moment later, the two stood outside a temple with red walls and golden tiles, where bells and drums resounded. The inscription above the gate read "Tianlong Temple".

Apart from the chanting emanating from inside the temple, the outside was completely silent, with not a single pedestrian in sight. This was because it was the royal temple of the Duan family of Dali, a place of seclusion for the Duan family, and did not receive outsiders.

Su Yuchen stepped forward and patted the door knocker. Soon, a young novice monk opened a crack in the door and looked in. Su Yuchen smiled and said, "Little Master, we would like to see Master Kurong. Please inform him."

The young novice monk glanced at the two of them and said, "Master Kurong has been in seclusion for a long time and has not received any guests. Moreover, our temple does not receive female guests. Please leave." With that, he turned to close the door and leave.

"Pfft..." Seeing Su Yuchen's discomfiture, Wang Yuyan couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

Su Yuchen reached out and blocked the door, saying, "Buddha sits in the heart, and all who come are predestined. Our presence here is a predestined connection with Abbot Kurong. How can we, little master, refuse this predestined connection?"

"what……"

The young novice monk was taken aback, then saw Wang Yuyan covering her mouth and laughing. He paused, then lowered his head and said, "Forgive me! Forgive me!"

He recited a passage from the Heart Sutra before putting his palms together and saying, "But Master Kurong has indeed not received any visitors for a long time. Is it not unreasonable for you to force us to continue this relationship?"

Su Yuchen shook his head and said, "Fate is determined by heaven. If I hadn't come, there would have been no fate. Now that I'm here, fate has brought us together. Why force it? If it is forced, then it is heaven's will that is forcing it, and what does it have to do with me?"

The young novice monk was stunned for a moment, then said angrily, "You... how can you misinterpret the word 'fate' like this? What does this have to do with destiny? Don't be so unreasonable." With that, the young novice monk glared at Su Yuchen, closed the door, and left.

Wang Yuyan could no longer contain herself and covered her mouth, laughing so hard her body trembled. Su Yuchen shook his head, feeling helpless; this Buddhist sect was truly difficult to enter.

He then flicked his sleeve, and a gentle force lifted Wang Yuyan, and the two leaped over the gate tower and courtyard wall and entered the temple. The young novice monk had not gone far when he saw the two and exclaimed anxiously, "You... how could you come uninvited?"

A glint flashed in Su Yuchen's eyes. The young novice monk was stunned when his eyes met his. He then put his palms together in a daze and said, "You two are honored guests of this temple. Please follow me."

Wang Yuyan noticed the dramatic change in the young novice monk. Although she didn't understand it, it was clear that Su Yuchen had used some method. She couldn't help but wonder what martial arts could achieve such a result. However, after thinking it over and over, she had no clue whatsoever. She shook her head and followed after him.

The young novice monk led the way, passing Qingdu Yaotai, Doumu Palace, and Doushuai Temple, heading towards Prajna Terrace. Along the way, when other novice monks asked him questions, he gave vague answers, only saying that he was a friend of Master Kurong. This puzzled many of the other novice monks.

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"Amitabha!!!"

As the three approached the Prajna Platform, they saw a gaunt monk with an aged face, wearing a wine-red robe, blocking their path with two young novices. One of the young novices was the same one they had just seen.

The monk's chant was like a morning bell or evening drum, imbued with true energy, its sound incredibly loud and vast. Yet, despite the chant, the young novice leading the way remained somewhat dazed, standing there silently.

The monk's eyes narrowed, then he put his palms together and said, "This humble monk is Benyin, the abbot of this temple. May I ask where you two come from? And what is the matter with Wunao?"

Su Yuchen smiled and said, "I wish to meet Kurong, but it is difficult to enter the Buddhist order, so I have to resort to some tricks. Is this young monk called Wunao? He just mistook us for distinguished guests."

Benyin's expression turned serious, and he said, "Wu Nao is used to being a receptionist, how could he possibly mistake someone for someone else! You are a wicked person, you are definitely not a good person, you might as well tell the truth."

Su Yuchen shook his head, dismissively asking, "Where is Ku Rong?"

Ben Yin snorted coldly and immediately pointed his finger. It was the Duan family's One Yang Finger. A finger force was as swift as the wind. When it reached Su Yuchen, Su Yuchen didn't even look at it. The finger force disappeared when it was a foot away from him.

Benyin's eyes narrowed, and he immediately tapped his toes, his figure swaying as he appeared in front of Su Yuchen. He pointed out several points with his One Yang Finger, aiming at Su Yuchen's chest and limbs. Su Yuchen was too lazy to deal with it, and simply flicked his sleeve, not only dissipating all the finger strikes, but also using a gentle force to throw Benyin out the door behind him.

The young novice monk named Wu Nao continued forward, and Su Yuchen followed. Behind him, he felt a force pinning him to the spot, rendering him speechless and unable to lift his hands. He immediately groaned inwardly, wondering where this old monster came from. He looked so young, yet his strength was unfathomable.

The young novice monk led the two past the Prajna Platform to a long corridor, but stopped there. He stood by the roadside, clasped his hands together, and gestured with his hand towards the moon gate that the corridor connected to.

Su Yuchen immediately understood that this place must be a forbidden area of ​​Tianlong Temple, where these young monks were not allowed to enter, so he immediately went ahead.

"The Duan family is the royal family of Dali. Aren't you afraid of offending them?" Wang Yuyan asked, puzzled, seeing his arrogant attitude, which was so different from the image she had known him before.

As Su Yuchen walked, he said nonchalantly, "I act only according to my conscience. I will not regard all living beings as ants, but I will not wrong myself either. If the Duan family can stop me, I will naturally retreat. If they cannot, they can only endure it."

After passing through the moon gate, you can see a large hall ahead. The two of them walked along the stone path to the outside of the hall, where they could see the inscription "Muni Hall".

Chapter 312 Tianlong Temple 2

Su Yuchen pushed open the hall door, and there were four people sitting inside. Three of them were dressed in yellow monks' robes and kasayas, facing the door, while the other was dressed in white and sitting facing the wall.

The three monks were taken aback when they saw Su Yuchen and his companion. The tall, burly monk frowned and asked, "Who are you two? Where is Abbot Benyin?" Although his words were displeased, there was no sense of arrogance in them.

Su Yuchen stepped into the shop, put his hands behind his back, looked at the murals around him, and said, "The original cause is just behind us, it will be here in a bit. Aren't the four of you going to introduce yourselves?"

The three monks exchanged a glance, then stood up and spoke in turn...

"This humble monk is Ben Guan."

"This is my true form."

"This humble monk is here for meditation."

Su Yuchen nodded and said, "Cause, Observation, Appearance, and Contemplation—it turns out that the Buddhist names of the four masters come from the Vimalakirti Sutra. They encompass the understanding of the law of cause and effect, the wisdom of observing truth, the insight into appearances, and the practice of enlightenment. In that case, it is only a few of the Duan family members who have comprehended the Six Meridians Divine Sword in this generation."

The three monks looked at each other, filled with surprise and doubt, wondering how this person had guessed that they were practicing the Six Meridians Divine Sword.