The Young Swordsman: The Taoist Priest of Qingcheng Has Descended the Mountain

Zhou Zhenhuan smiled and nodded, then waved his sleeve, and spiritual energy surged in from all directions.

From this day forward, little monk, break the mirror and soar into the heavens.

During the meal, he discovered that the young monk's cultivation had reached a point where he would break through to the next realm in the next three to five days.

However, his actions only made the young monk walk a little less distance.

The young monk had a dignified appearance. Without being affected by any external force, his body floated up and sat cross-legged in the air.

Zhou Zhenhuan ignored him, took the rabbit out of his sleeve, and held it in his hand.

A rare, human-like glint appeared in the rabbit's eyes, as if in supplication.

"Taoist priest, let me follow you. I promise I won't do bad things anymore."

Zhou Zhen shook his head, his gaze somewhat distant.

He looked up at the sky and saw what appeared to be golden light.

This time, after killing Shen Xichen, they only obtained half of the Heavenly Dao.

This half-formed Heavenly Dao Zhou was neither absorbed nor returned to Heaven, but was sealed within the Sword of the Past formed by the Tongtian River.

"You have too much karma on your shoulders, so I won't kill you."

Because your karmic consequences are not my responsibility.

Today, you have become the spirit of this sword, guarding this place and preventing celestial beings from descending to the mortal realm.

One day, someone will settle accounts with you for the consequences of your actions.

The rabbit seemed to be getting anxious and struggled violently.

"You, a Taoist priest, also believe in karma?"

Zhou Zhen raised an eyebrow: "Why don't you believe it? Although cause and effect is a Buddhist concept, my Taoist school also talks about opportunities."

They're all pretty much the same thing. I'm not a pedantic person, so I'm perfectly comfortable using them.

"You! You might as well kill me than imprison me for a hundred years."

"For you demons with your long lifespan, a hundred years is but a fleeting moment."

I know that you demons have a primordial land outside the realm. Even if you die, you will simply be reborn in another form.

Therefore, don't even think about it; I won't let you have your way.

"You stinky Taoist priest, you broke your promise! You said you wouldn't cheat me out of even a rabbit."

Zhou Zhen nodded seriously: "Indeed, I wouldn't lie to a rabbit, but you're not a rabbit, you're the Heavenly Demoness."

Zhou Zhenhuan stopped talking nonsense and pointed his finger. Tianmoji felt an invisible force blast her out of the rabbit's body.

Before she could resist, she had already fallen into the Heaven-Reaching Sword.

She revealed her true form, and was indeed graceful and beautiful.

However, standing on the crest of the wave, he looked rather disheveled.

She pointed at the towering, majestic statue outside and began to curse.

In her current view, Zhou Zhenhuan is no longer a person; his Dharma form almost dominates the entire world.

But then he saw a bolt of divine lightning entangle between the Dharma Image's fingers, and he was so frightened that he jumped into the river with a splash and never dared to show his face again.

The rabbit, now fully conscious, slowly regained its red color, glanced around warily, and then darted away.

Zhou Zhenhuan shook his head to dispel the lightning, and with another wave of his hand, the Tongtian Sword instantly transformed into the Tongtian River, its waters surging forth and quickly filling the Rift Valley.

From now on, there will be no more Rift Valley here, only the mighty Tongtian River stretching for eight thousand miles.

As for the former site of Xiyang City, it will forever remain submerged at the bottom of the water.

Zhou Zhenhuan chuckled: "With this barrier, it can hold out for another hundred years."

One hundred and sixty years, the western borders are at peace; that's enough.

The young monk, having regained consciousness at some point, stood next to Zhou Zhenhuan, one step behind.

He looked at the surging river surface, feeling neither sorrow nor joy.

Zhou Zhenhuan didn't turn around, but asked softly, "What have you realized?"

The little monk put his hands together in prayer: "Great!"

"Just one big character?"

"Without being dull-witted, I only grasped the meaning of the word 'big'."

Zhou Zhen nodded approvingly: "Excellent! With this enlightenment today, you will surely understand the boundless power of Buddhism in the future."

Wuxin laughed along, "Thank you for your guidance, senior."

"No need to thank me, it's your destiny."

"Is the senior leaving?"

"Yes, it's been too long since I've been home. It's a pity I missed that wedding banquet."

Wu Xin paused for a moment, then nodded: "Indeed, judging by the days, it has already passed. It must have been extremely lively."

Zhou Zhenhuan shook his head: "It's not lively at all. My junior brother and the Snow Moon Sword Immortal are not people who like excitement."

A meal shared by a few friends and younger relatives is enough to make it a lively gathering.

That's not necessarily a bad thing.

And you? Are you Wuxin or Ye Anshi now?

Wuxin laughed, a hearty laugh.

"Naturally, I have no intention of venturing into the martial world. Let the name Ye Anshi remain in Tianwaitian."

Zhou Zhenhuan laughed heartily, patted his shoulder lightly, and then looked up at Tianwaitian.

"It seems Ye Anshi is in trouble. The Crimson King Xiao Yu is after Ye Anshi."

Chapter 111 Old Luo, you're in trouble.

The Crimson King was looking for Ye Anshi, which naturally had little to do with a little monk named Wuxin.

So the Red King was turned away.

Within the heavens, the Purple-Clad Marquis and the White-Haired Immortal looked at Wuxin, who had changed back into a monk's robe, and his eyes were filled with helplessness.

"Sect Master, are you really leaving?"

Wuxin put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the sect leader will naturally not leave, but this humble monk is Wuxin."

Now that Tianwaitian is stable, with the abilities of the two uncles, managing Tianwaitian is naturally a piece of cake.

From now on, everyone should practice diligently.

Having said all that, the Purple-Clad Marquis and the White-Haired Immortal naturally knew they couldn't keep him.

One should bow respectfully and say, "Respectfully seeing off the Sect Master."

"As I have already said, this humble monk is now simply without intention."

"But the Red King..."

"Heh, what does the prince of Beili have to do with my Tianwaitian?"

That day in Qicheng, I will visit him morning and evening.

When Wuxin mentioned Tianqi City, he was unusually calm, as if nothing could stir his emotions anymore.

The young monk left, following a Taoist priest.

The white-haired immortal watched the two figures disappear into the distance and sighed.

"Don't you think the young sect leader seems to have grown up? He's just starting to look more and more like a monk."

The purple-robed marquis subconsciously added, "Luckily, he's not a Taoist priest."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized it was wrong and scratched his head: "I mean, uh, never mind, I'd better not say it."

"What do you plan to do with that Red King?"

The white-haired immortal brushed a strand of hair behind his ear, tugged at it in his hand, and sneered, "Didn't the sect leader already say that the prince of Beili has nothing to do with my Tianwaitian?"

If he's willing to wait, then let him wait.

The entourage of Red King Xiao Yu stopped five miles outside of Huaxue Mountain Villa.

"Your Highness, these people from Tianwaitian are ungrateful. Should I lead men and charge in?"

Xiao Yu slapped the man.

"How come I didn't know you were so brave before?"

This is the Outer Heaven. Do you really think the name of the Demonic Sect is just for scaring children?

Have you seen that person?

Did you mention that my mother's surname is Yi?

"Your Highness, please forgive us, but we have never seen the Sect Master of the Outer Heavens."

"Report! Your Highness, some brothers have spotted a monk and a Taoist priest leaving Tianwaitian."

According to the scout's description, the person who left should be the Sect Master of the Outer Heavens.

Xiao Yu's face instantly darkened: "A Taoist priest? What kind of Taoist priest?"

"This... I will go and find out immediately."

"No need, I have a pretty good idea who it is."

He gave the order to set off for Muliang City.

Xiao Yu had previously learned from his great-uncle that the carefree immortal had entered the Outer Heavens.

Looking back now, I must have taken that innocent heart away.

"Xiaoyao Xian... what exactly do you want to do?"

"Does he truly intend to oppose me?"

The Red King almost ground his teeth to powder, but then he thought again that it was impossible.

If that person really wanted to do something, even if he were a prince, he would probably die silently.

It's not worth making a special trip to the Outer Heaven to abduct a little monk.

Furthermore, the Outer Heaven was originally just a side project for him.

Now that the net of heaven and earth has been set up, whether there is an outer heaven or not is not a big problem.

"I hope I'm just overthinking it."

Zhou Huanzhen sat in the sedan chair, which was carried by four golden-armored warriors.

They walked steadily, as if on flat ground even in the desert.

Wuxin followed behind, and when he used his superhuman speed, he was quite fast.

"Senior, are we heading to Snowmoon City?"

Zhou Zhenhuan shook his head: "No, let's go back to Qingcheng Mountain."

"Lei Wujie and the others have also returned to Qingcheng?"

Zhou Zhenhuan shook his head again: "They... huh?"

Unwittingly, Zhou Zhenhuan, who had been lying lazily in the sedan chair, sat up straight with an amused expression on his face.

“I have things to do. You might as well head to the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall. Lei Wujie and the others are going back to attend the Heroes’ Banquet.”

Before Wuxin could speak, Zhou Huanzhen had already vanished like a gentle breeze.

The four golden-armored warriors who carried the sedan chair turned into four paper figures, which floated lightly into Wuxin's hands.

Without thinking, he took the paper figure and held it up to the sunlight for a long time before shaking his head, completely unable to discern anything about it.

"What interesting thing have you discovered this time, senior?"