A Tale of Encounters with Immortals: A Peach Blossom Temple in the Martial World

The monk acted very calmly.

Zhang Zhengdao was truly calm because he was certain that everyone here was just a member of the martial arts world, and there were no gods or Buddhas among them. Therefore, his calmness was a testament to his own strength.

I am a Taoist practitioner, and you are a bunch of martial arts practitioners.

Hehe, you guys practice martial arts while I cultivate immortality. If you don't believe me, let's have a duel.

What kind of organization is Qingmu Cliff?

Before anything started, Zhang Zhengdao took the initiative to ask the monk next to him.

The monk closed his eyes and chanted sutras, too busy to answer Zhang Zhengdao's question.

Zhang Zhengdao was disappointed. The monk was still too naive; his feigned composure meant he was definitely planning to take advantage of the situation later. But such easy bargains were rarely found.

However, judging from today's scene, Qingmu Cliff should be a criminal organization.

Like all organized crime groups on Earth, they recruited a group of young, fearless individuals with blond hair who were willing to kill and fight the police, forming a criminal gang involved in extortion, blackmail, murder, robbery, and other illegal activities.

So this is probably what Qingmu Cliff is like.

Qingmu Cliff is the name of this organization.

Zhang Zhengdao felt he had found the truth of the matter.

This should be a battle between the world's government and organized crime; I'm really looking forward to it.

The masked man slowly drew his longsword.

On the Qingfeng Guard's side, Commander Dong, riding a tall horse, slowly raised a long spear from the side of his horse. He would use the spear for mounted combat and the embroidered spring knife for close combat.

Everyone held their breath.

The atmosphere grew increasingly intense; a breeze seemed to pick up, causing the leaves to swirl. This was the unique aura of a master of innate cultivation.

A leaf was blown down from a camphor tree by the roadside.

As it landed from the air and passed in the eyes of the two, a bright sword light cleaved the camphor leaf in two and headed towards the warhorse.

The warhorse suddenly veered off course and charged forward, raising a cloud of dust.

The spear shot out like a dragon, as swift as thunder.

With a thunderous crash, the spear appeared before the masked man. The masked man brandished his longsword, the spear striking the masked man's blade. Using the force of the charging warhorse, the masked man was actually pushed back more than ten steps by the spear before finally regaining his footing. He then used the momentum to roll backward, casually scattering a handful of cold light.

"hidden weapon!"

Commander Dong chuckled.

The man leaped off his horse and casually hurled his spear at the masked man.

"call--"

Accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, the spear shot out in the blink of an eye and reached the masked man. The masked man turned to the side, and the spear swept past, bringing a biting cold wind that almost blew the mask off his face.

"Death!"

As he threw his spear, Commander Dong leaped into the air, drew his embroidered spring knife, and the blade flashed like a bolt of lightning, sweeping towards the masked man.

Without the advantage of being on horseback, the masked man was not afraid. He thrust his longsword forward, like a viper spitting its tongue, and swept towards the flashing blade.

Instantly, the flashes of blades and the shadows of swords mingled together.

The people over there didn't stop; they shouted, "Kill the corrupt official!"

Immediately, the group rushed towards the hundred or so Qingfeng Guards.

"kill!"

The deputy commander of Qingfeng Guard also roared to embolden his men, and charged forward with his sword drawn.

At this point, stop talking nonsense and just get to work.

Only the old man in the prison van, his face covered in scars, his white clothes tattered, and his half-white, half-black hair closed his eyes, as if all of this had nothing to do with him.

He remained silent and did not open his eyes.

What a great mindset!

Zhang Zhengdao had looked at the old man many times and thought that he was a remarkable person who remained calm in the face of important events.

"Monk, who do you think is in this prison cart? Both the legitimate and criminal worlds are fighting so hard, their identities must be extraordinary, right?"

Zhang Zhengdao asked the monk beside him.

"Amitabha!"

The monk put his hands together and bowed to Zhang Zhengdao.

"Can you shut up and watch quietly for a while?!"

Zhang Zhengdao laughed heartily.

"Monk, your mind is not at peace."

The monk retorted angrily, "What business is it of yours if my mind is not at peace!"

With such a bad temper, I'm not talking to you anymore.

Zhang Zhengdao promptly shut his mouth. He was so engrossed in watching the tense and exciting situation outside that his mouth never stopped; he was eating sunflower seeds while simultaneously asking the owner to refill his tea.

The boss was terrified and disappeared, so Zhang Zhengdao took matters into his own hands.

"boom--"

This was the first time such a loud explosion had ever been heard outside the stadium.

This is the shockwave effect of the airflow colliding when internal energies collide.

The sand and stones flew, and even the trees nearby were bent over by the wind.

Two figures flew through the air, landed, and knelt down, one with a knife and the other with a sword, barely managing to support themselves. They raised their heads and spat at each other.

Damn, do martial arts practitioners spit on each other during fights?

Zhang Zhengdao's eyes have been opened.

I thought it would be like those martial arts movies and TV series on Earth.

It really is different.

Should we start pulling each other's hair when we're too exhausted to fight anymore?

Before he could even process this thought, the masked man and Commander Dong roared fiercely and charged forward, embracing each other and rolling around together.

They actually pulled out his hair!

The two became entangled, each throwing a punch at the other.

You pull my hair, I'll pull yours.

They continued shouting and cursing at each other until they both vomited blood, lay on their backs on the ground, panting heavily, unable to move their arms any longer.

"Damn it, you surnamed Dong, don't think I don't know about your wife's affairs."

"You bastard, your whole family are thieves and prostitutes!" Commander Dong retorted, not to be outdone.

"Your ancestors for eighteen generations were all eunuchs..."

Haitianfu: ...

I feel like someone is insulting me!

Everyone was fighting. The group that was in the teahouse at the beginning also rushed in, hoping to take advantage of the situation. So everything got mixed up, and it was impossible to tell who was killing whom; it was a complete mess.

That pretentious Taoist priest got stabbed right through and is done for.

That pretty young woman had her slender waist slashed in two, her intestines spilling out onto the ground, held together only by a thin layer of skin on her lower back. She was vomiting blood on the ground.

In the world of martial arts, where fighting and killing are rampant, no one shows mercy to women.

The burly man who had made everyone make way with his broadsword had his head split in two, his brains splattering all over the Qingfeng Guard's face. Then an old man with a stick broke his spine, leaving him paralyzed on the ground.

……

The brawl over there quickly came to a conclusion.

The Qingfeng Guard was almost completely wiped out. The people from Qingmu Cliff were all skilled fighters, the weakest being top-tier experts. Adding to the mix were other martial arts practitioners who joined later. The Qingfeng Guard struggled to hold on, but were ultimately annihilated.

However, almost none of those martial arts figures were still standing. There weren't many people left at Qingmu Cliff either, only four, and all of them were injured.

They limped or helped each other up, and surrounded Commander Dong, who was lying on the ground.

Commander Dong struggled to his feet, sat on the ground, and burst into laughter.

He smiled, and blood gushed from his wounds as if they were free.

The masked man also sat up, his wounds gushing out again. Fortunately, he managed to stop the bleeding temporarily by pressing a few acupoints with his fingers.

"Zhang Jingshan of the Heavenly Sword, you still lost to me... Haha... That was satisfying!"

Commander Dong laughed loudly.

That laugh made his blood rush even faster.

"You recognized me?" The masked man was taken aback.

Commander Dong laughed again: "Your self-deception is as blatant as ever. Everyone in the world, except yourself, knows you are Zhang Jingshan, the Heavenly Sword Master?"

The masked man was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.

"Everyone in the world knows that I am the Heavenly Sword, but what good is knowing? They don't know what I actually look like. So when I take off my mask, they won't know who I am anymore."

Dong Qianhu actually nodded seriously.

“You’re right. Most people in this world are foolish. Wearing masks, they all seem to think they know the truth. But when the truth is faced with them, they don’t know who the truth is anymore.”

Zhang Zhengdao listened from the side and nodded repeatedly, then wanted to find a pen to write down the sentence.

It's just the simple philosophy of life of the ancients!

Who says that people who brandish knives and guns are uncouth and unreasonable?

Whether it's the Earth or the world, everyone is a philosopher.

"Monk, I think you should learn the art of speaking from them!"

Zhang Zhengdao didn't forget to tease the monk.

Unfortunately, as soon as the monk heard Zhang Zhengdao start to speak, he immediately began to concentrate on chanting scriptures. No matter how much Zhang Zhengdao tried to talk, he just wouldn't respond. What could you do to me?

"Since you are a hero, after I send you on your way, I will bury you by the roadside and erect a monument for you. I will also ask someone to perform a ritual for you to pass on to the afterlife. Don't worry, may you be reborn into a better life and not become a lackey of the imperial court."

"This is what Zhang Jingshan, the masked man with the Heavenly Sword, said."

"Thank you!"

Commander Dong coughed up blood and actually said thank you.

You kill me, and I thank you?

Zhang Zhengdao couldn't understand it, but when he saw Zhang Jingshan pierce Dong Qianhu's chest with the Heavenly Sword, Dong Qianhu actually smiled.

Ah, those are the people of the martial world!

If you're not mentally ill, you really can't survive in the underworld.

"Amitabha Buddha—" The monk suddenly stood up, not even glancing at Zhang Zhengdao, and steadily walked out of the teahouse.