Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

"Haha, who would have thought that the last one to come would be the Buddhist disciple? What a coincidence."

"With the presence of the Buddhist disciple, this matter is as good as accomplished!" Yi Chen said with a dry chuckle.

The middle-aged scholar in the python robe must be the commander of the Zhen'An Office, Feng Linsu. It's unknown what price he paid to enlist the aid of the Buddhist disciple from the Great Daguangming Monastery.

"Amitabha, Yi Taoist's strategies are ingenious; earlier, this monk was rather rash," Shen Hui intoned the name of Buddha and returned to calm composure, then, with utmost propriety, bowed deeply to Yi Chen, showing full respect without any trace of haste or agitation.

This scene led Feng Linsu to take another look at Yi Chen; he knew the Buddhist disciple Shen Hui appeared amiable on the surface, but was actually quite proud at heart. To receive such a respectful bow from him, it was clear that Taoist Yi Chengzi had made an impression on him.

With Shen Hui observing full formalities, Yi Chen naturally didn't neglect to return the gesture, likewise performing a bow and saying, "The master's Buddhist teachings are profound; I have the utmost admiration."

"Alright, alright, Monk Shen Hui embodies integrity, while Taoist Yi Chengzi excels in cunning. Both of you are seeds of a True Monarch, future top figures of the world; there will be plenty of time for pleasantries later."

"Let's first discuss our plan against the sinister Ghost King," said the middle-aged scholar Feng Linsu with a smile, interrupting the conversation between Yi Chen and Shen Hui.

In fact, there wasn't much particularly in need of discussion; Feng Linsu had assigned the seven of them the identities of the Seven Deadly Sinners of Yin Mountain and set their meeting for noon the next day at the eastern city gate.

The Seven Deadly Sinners of Yin Mountain were indeed real, a group of evil cultivators lurking around Yin Mountain who had committed bloodshed and were wanted by the Zhen'An Office. Now that they were being assigned these identities, it's likely those evildoers' days were numbered.

After explaining their identities and the details, Feng Linsu and the Lord of the Flaming Army left hand in hand, off to attend to other matters, simply telling them to help themselves to whatever they wanted to eat.

"Monk Shen Hui, requests a battle with Taoist Yi Chengzi, to take place here in the city of Golden Moon one year from now. How does this sound?" Shen Hui's gaze was as deep as an abyss, as he suddenly addressed Yi Chen.

"Does the master still hold onto the dispute between Daoism and Buddhism?" Yi Chen's brow furrowed, and his voice suddenly turned cold, "Forgive my frankness, but with the world in such turmoil and the future uncertain, now is not a good time to stir up a grand conflict between the Dao and Buddhism."

"The profound foundation of the Dao Sect still exists, filled with many masters of the older generation. If we were to fully ignite a conflict, wouldn't it be like the sandpipers and the clams fighting while the fisherman reaps the benefit, allowing wicked creatures to take advantage of our discord?"

"It would not be surprising if the decline of the Dharma led to the destruction of the Heavenly Dao or if Bo Xun killed the Tathagata."

Shen Hui's expression remained unchanged, and he shook his head solemnly, sincerely saying:

"Not so, Taoist Yi thinks too much. The high-level plotting is not something you or I can intervene in at present; this monk simply finds it hard to encounter a worthy opponent. That Taoist from Dragon Tiger Mountain is too dull, and besides, Taoist, there is no need to conceal your true power in front of me."

"I possess a secret technique called 'Zen Heart Passage,' which allows me to sense the mountainous and oceanic Pure Yang power within you, brother. Your cultivation is surely not below that of Zhang Daoyi. To win against you is to have overcome Zhang Daoyi, therefore this monk requests a battle, not out of conflict but to demonstrate my own miraculous powers."

Intoning the name of Buddha, Shen Hui clasped his hands together, and suddenly, a red lotus mark crawled across his forehead, its formidable aura flashing by in an instant.

Seeing this, Yi Chen couldn't help but feel surprise in his heart.

He hadn't spent those days in the Scripture Pavilion of Dragon Tiger Mountain for nothing. When the red lotus mark appeared on Shen Hui's forehead, Yi Chen felt an unfathomably mysterious aura, setting off alarms in his mind.

This was the aura of a godly seed.

The reason why those in the latter stages of the True Person Realm were so powerful was largely due to the godly seeds that they comprehended and condensed.

At that level of cultivation, each step was a whole new world.

Powerful True Persons might even comprehend more than one godly seed. According to the records of Dragon Tiger Mountain, many in the seventh layer of the True Person Realm had yet to realize their godly seed. The Buddhist disciple from the Great Daguangming Mountain was indeed terrifying.

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Before stepping into the seventh layer of the True Person Realm, to have such a blessing, truly deserving the reputation of appearing only once in a thousand years, a person close to Buddha. It's both admirable and frightening.

"Do you truly want to fight?" Yi Chen raised an eyebrow, his eyes rolled, and a thought suddenly surged in his heart.

"There is no falsehood in my words. If the Taoist has any doubts, we can agree on a secluded place, and ensure no others will know," Shen Hui said with a nod and a gentle voice.

"Good, but such a contest would be dull without stakes. How about we add something to make it interesting?"

"My Hidden Dragon Temple possesses a secret technique called the Minor Pure Yang Skill, which is derived from our temple's highest scripture 'The Supreme Lingfei Pure Yang Origin Dao Scripture.' I've heard that Mount Daguangming has a technique derived from 'The Great Barrier of the Bright Mantra Mandala Womb,' called the Precious Moonlight King Great Prajna Spirit Elephant Skill."

"In the contest a year from now, if I lose, I shall hand over the original text of the Minor Pure Yang Skill for the master to peruse for three days. If the master loses, then he shall hand over the original text of the Precious Moonlight King Great Prajna Spirit Elephant Skill for me to peruse for the same duration."

Yi Chen's smile was so broad that his eyes were nearly squinting. If his spirit could materialize at that moment, one would see a large tail swishing behind his back.

The Precious Moonlight King Great Prajna Spirit Elephant Skill from Mount Daguangming was the very technique he had set his eyes on.

Since Shen Hui had proposed the wager, he might as well take advantage of this opportunity to go with the flow. A year from now, he could likely give this Buddhist disciple a small shock from Hidden Dragon Temple.

"The Taoist has refined taste. I agree to this. However, regardless of victory or defeat, the technique must only be perused by the individual and not be disclosed. The original text must be returned after three days."

Shen Hui looked at Yi Chen with surprise, hesitated in his heart but still agreed, though he added the stipulation that it must not be disclosed to others, just to be safe.

"The master is straightforward. I shall hold the master to his word. Let's seal the oath with a palm strike. Fortunately, Qian Yueru is present here to witness for us," Yi Chen proposed.

With Qian Yueru's witness, the two resolutely struck palms in oath. Yi Chen even swore that if he broke his promise, he would regrettably regress his 'The Supreme Lingfei Pure Yang Origin Dao Scripture' to the first layer; Shen Hui decisively followed suit.

After the wager was established, Shen Hui excused himself under the pretense of assessing his junior's studies and left Jinyue Tower.

In an instant, the top floor of Jinyue Tower was left with only Qian Yueru and Yi Chen.

Locking eyes, both could not help but reveal knowing smiles, as if they were old friends reunited after many years.

"Taoist, care to join me for a meal?" Continue reading on empire

"It is my desire, and I dare not ask you to join me," Yi Chen replied.

The two built their friendship over a meal, chatting away about various topics from heaven and earth.

Yi Chen shared some amusing incidents he had encountered later on, whereas Qian Yueru talked about how she enforced her domineering ideas in Longjiang Prefecture.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

When the conversation turned to amusing topics, both could not contain their laughter, and courses of food kept arriving like a running stream. The fine liquor was poured by the jar, and the two gluttons ate from dawn until the moon was high in the sky. The chefs in Jinyue Tower worked so hard flipping their pans that their hands cramped up…

Of course, in the end, it was Qian Yueru who conceded defeat; she was no match for Yi Chen the glutton.

Under the moonlight, Qian Yueru's delicate face and cute nose made her particularly charming. Her nose twitched, her face showing unwillingness to accept defeat: "Taoist, before you came today, I had already eaten quite a lot, which wasn't fair. Let's compete again next time."

"Sure, we'll compete again next time," Yi Chen said with a grin, then he floated away. Today, his mood was very good, and so was Qian Yueru's.

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