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

The old monk looked up at the sky.

The white-haired old man also glanced at the sky.

The child also glanced at the sky.

A peach wood sword was pointed directly at them in the sky, hovering there motionless. Seeing the three people looking at it, it circled a few times in the air.

The old monk felt some water on his bald head; he was sweating.

The white-haired old man stared at the sword, dumbfounded.

The children clapped and cheered.

"I've seen this sword before."

Old monk: ...

White-haired old man: ……

The child continued, "It's a peach wood sword belonging to a Taoist master. The question someone asked me a few days ago was from this Taoist master."

At this point, the child sighed again: "Actually... I quite like him."

The white-haired old man said, "This Taoist priest... I may have seen him before."

Old monk: ...

Can we talk about whether we've seen it before or not later? What's the story with this sword?

The old monk was very knowledgeable, and his martial arts skills surpassed even the Four Great Masters. It's just that he couldn't leave his name in the martial arts world.

As a noble monk who intends to dedicate his life to a great cause, one should not pursue worldly fame.

It's laughable that Hai Tianfu, Mei Xiaoxin, Qin Shouzhong, and Huikong are holding a so-called Huashan Grand Competition to compete for fame and fortune. Compared to a wise person like myself who takes the people of the world as his responsibility, their actions are simply like children playing house.

So childish!

The three of them looked up at the sword in the sky.

The child said, "I reckon the Taoist priest came to find me with this sword. After all, he was hired by my father to try and pull me out of this reincarnated identity."

The old monk shook his head: "It's hard to say. This sword might be aimed at me. After all... I sent people to cause him trouble. Alas, who knew I wasn't causing him trouble, but instead creating big trouble for myself."

The white-haired old man said, "Not necessarily, they might be looking for me..."

"impossible!"

The child and the old monk glanced at him together and answered in unison.

The white-haired old man looked embarrassed; it was indeed impossible.

"Do you think this sword is here to save me, or to kill you?" the child asked the old monk.

The old monk looked at the sword, then at the child: "Is it possible that you want to kill me but also save me... No, you are the reincarnation of Maitreya Buddha, so you shouldn't have been saved in the first place..."

"If you don't save me, does that mean I'll die?" The child looked into the old monk's big, blinking eyes, seemingly searching for the truth and answers with innocent curiosity.

Like a studious student who is eager to learn.

The old monk said, "You are the reincarnation of Maitreya Buddha; no one can kill you."

Child: "This sword isn't good either?"

The old monk said, "Yes, this sword won't do either."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the peach wood sword suddenly grew longer in the wind, doubling in size after a gust of wind.

All three of them were startled.

The old monk remained vigilant, silently gathering all his inner strength into his palms. Escape was impossible; now that the peach wood sword had found him here, where could he possibly go?

The white-haired old man panicked and turned to run into the ravine.

Perhaps the interlocking rocks could save his life.

Even the Eighteen Arhats Formation couldn't save the game now that the Legend of Sword and Fairy has appeared!

Another gust of wind.

The peach wood sword suddenly doubled in size.

Another gust of wind.

It has grown twice as big again.

Another gust of wind

……

The old monk wanted to run away. If he kept going like this, he'd fall and kill himself. Running away would at least give him a chance.

“Rise straight to the sky!”

The old monk shouted loudly.

The old habits of those in the martial arts world have resurfaced; they like to boast about the methods and techniques of martial arts.

But it truly soared to the heavens! The old monk touched the ground with his toes, and like a roc spreading its wings, he rose into the air. In the blink of an eye, he was on the ridge beside him.

With another tap of the toes, the whole person is like a kite, drifting with the wind, floating further and further away, leaving only a faint shadow in the sky, as if riding the wind away.

The old monk's martial arts skills were indeed somewhat superior to those of the four grandmasters.

If an ordinary martial artist were to see this, they would surely shout "Immortal!"

The children watched with envy as the old monk took flight from the spot. His martial arts skills were indeed enviable. The children were even more envious; after all, who didn't dream of being a chivalrous hero when they were young?

"Don't keep going, the people will all run away."

The child shouted at the peach wood sword that was still about to grow taller in the wind.

The peach wood sword vanished in a flash.

Before the child could react, a long, agonizing scream came from the sky, growing louder as it approached.

"what--"

Then, from the distant valley, a figure darted towards them at lightning speed, like a parabola.

"boom--"

With a loud crash, right next to the child, a figure plunged headfirst into the ground, burying half its body.

Dust and smoke are everywhere.

The child is brave, so let's go check it out.

The old monk placed one hand on the edge of the pit, struggling to prop himself up, and barely managed to stand up. His once solemn and dignified kasaya was now just tattered strips.

Both thighs were exposed, hairy, and barefoot; the two Buddhist shoes were nowhere to be seen.

"Bah bah bah!"

After spitting out a few mouthfuls of dust, the old monk became angry, raised his head, and began to curse.

"Damn it, what's so great about him? So what if he attained enlightenment and became an immortal before me? Ha! You Taoist, you don't care about the suffering of mortals, you're unworthy of being called an immortal; you peach wood sword, you don't distinguish between the heavy and the weak, you're unworthy of being a weapon..."

Zhang Zhengdao had just said goodbye to Monk Yuanjue when he suddenly turned back, looked at Monk Yuanjue, and then looked towards the sky.

"I feel like someone is cursing at me."

Zhang Zhengdao said to Monk Yuanjue.

Monk Yuanjue was taken aback: "Master, I didn't..."

Zhang Zhengdao: "I'm serious..."

Monk Yuanjue: "I'm serious, I really didn't, I didn't even curse in my heart. I just felt that you, Daoist Master, are a celestial being, someone who has attained the Great Dao, and I wanted to humbly seek your guidance..."

"Oh, that's all, I'm leaving!"

Zhang Zhengdao turned and left again.

The monk Yuanjue shouted loudly, "Master, may I come to you to learn the Great Dao?"

But where is the Taoist priest now?

Monk Yuanjue put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, Immortal Master, this humble monk will definitely go to seek your guidance, seek the supreme path, and attain enlightenment."

In this monk's view, as long as one can attain enlightenment, it doesn't matter whether one is a monk or a Taoist priest.

All roads lead to the Heavenly Palace...the Land of Ultimate Bliss!

An unnamed mountain, by a small path halfway up the mountain.

After angrily cursing a few times, the old monk spat out a mouthful of blood, then looked at the child and said, "May the Buddha Maitreya grant you blessings. It seems things are going to go terribly wrong."

The child exclaimed in surprise, "You're going to kill me?"

The old monk said, "Anyway, you can be reincarnated. It doesn't matter. Four years from now, you'll still be this age. I'll also reincarnate to find you. We'll be the same age then, and you can call me senior brother."

The child exclaimed, "I knew it! Even though I'm the Buddha Maitreya, who dared to punish me? So it was you! I don't want to die, I want to go home..."

The children immediately ran down the mountain.

"Where to run——"

The old monk grabbed the child's back with one hand, seemingly sucking the child up from a distance. Just as he had the child in his grasp, the peach wood sword suddenly fell from the sky again, this time not as large.

Normal size, facing each other out of thin air, aimed at the old monk.

The old monk decided to go all the way and kill the child.

Even if it means risking our lives, we cannot let the child fall into the hands of the Taoist priest.

With a loud shout, he gathered all his inner strength into his palm and fiercely grabbed at the child's back. As he unleashed his inner energy, he yelled, "I inhale—"

"Pfft!"

The child didn't get any suction, but the peach wood sword absorbed all the internal energy from his body. Unable to control itself, it flew towards him with a whoosh, instantly piercing through his body.

The old monk was stunned, looking at the peach wood sword stuck in his chest.

With a "whoosh," the peach wood sword was withdrawn again, then floated into the air and swayed, as if to say: Don't blame me, you were the one who was drawn there, I didn't want to kill you.

"you you……"

The old monk pointed to the peach wood sword.

The child stopped, looked at the peach wood sword, then at the old monk, and said, "Master, you attracted the peach wood sword to it yourself; it really didn't want to kill you..."

The old monk, seeing the child, wanted to unleash his inner power for a final, fatal blow.

However, as soon as he exerted his energy, blood gushed out of his mouth, spraying far away, and he collapsed to the ground.