"What a strange name," Xiaodie said, fluttering above Xiang Yutian's head.
At this moment, Xiang Yutian's mind had not yet calmed down. He had lived for more than 180 years and had seen all kinds of strange and unusual things, but this little thing today really shocked him.
"You said you come from the spirit world? What is that place?" Xiang Yutian asked.
"The Spirit Realm is the Spirit Realm, you know. I secretly followed Dan Chenzi down to the mortal realm, hehe." Xiao Die said with a smile.
"Dan Chenzi?"
"Hmph, that's a bad guy. I even saved him back then, but he turned his back on me. Oh, right, that guy is easy to recognize. He also has wings on his back, but those are his own flying magic weapons, while mine are naturally grown." As Xiaodie spoke, she turned around and showed off the butterfly wings on her back to Xiang Yutian.
"Why are you following me?" Xiang Yutian was still somewhat wary of the cute little thing in front of him.
"They have nowhere to go." Xiaodie lowered her head.
Suddenly, Xiaodie's expression changed.
"Oh no, I have to revert to my original form. My cultivation level in human form is too low, and I can only transform for a short while each day."
Immediately afterwards, a burst of light emanated from Xiaodie's body, and her body slowly transformed, soon returning to its previous butterfly size.
The butterfly flew into Xiang Yutian's hand and remained obediently still.
Looking at the butterfly in his hand, Xiang Yutian was amazed. Although the other party's words in the brief conversation were incoherent, he roughly understood that the butterfly must have come from another world and had come with a person named Dan Chenzi.
"The Spirit Realm? Could it be the world I sensed back then?" Xiang Yutian murmured.
At this moment, he noticed that the butterfly in his hand seemed to have fallen asleep, lying quietly in his palm without moving.
In the courtyard, Li Daoyi breathed a soft sigh of relief.
"I never expected it to be this guy, the Evil Emperor Xiang Yutian who survived from the chaos of the Five Barbarian Tribes to the present day. He hasn't broken away and left yet?"
Xiang Yutian has been mentioned many times in the original work. He is a figure who appeared in the legend of the borderlands. He is the successor of Mo Yiming, a genius of the demonic sect. He is the only person who has cultivated the Dao Heart Demon Seed to perfection. Although he is in the demonic sect, he acts with integrity and uprightness. Even Ning Daoqi highly praises him.
And most importantly, this person had already reached the realm of breaking through the void, but for some reason remained there and did not go to the so-called heavenly realm.
"Interesting, this is getting more and more interesting. Shattering the void, truly impressive, comparable to the Golden Core stage. It immediately gave me ten thousand astonishment points," Li Daoyi thought to himself. He had just exchanged for a puppet doll, which transformed into a butterfly spirit, and through the little butterfly, he sensed the powerful aura emanating from Xiang Yutian.
“Dongfang, Long’er,” Li Daoyi called out.
The two women came out of the house.
Li Daoyi took out two Foundation Establishment Pills and handed them to the two of them.
"You should start working on your breakthrough tomorrow!"
"What happened?" Dongfang Bubai asked, puzzled. Didn't they just tell him to familiarize the two of them with their current cultivation levels?
Li Daoyi shook his head.
"It's nothing, but I need your help with some things. I'll feel more at ease once I break through to the Foundation Establishment stage."
"good."
"Okay, brother."
The two quickly agreed and then accepted the pills together.
"Then we'll go into seclusion. Mengmeng is in your care," Dongfang Bubai reminded him.
Upon hearing this, Li Daoyi looked towards the room, where Mengmeng was already asleep in bed.
"Don't worry, I can handle this little guy," Li Daoyi said somewhat insincerely.
The next day, early in the morning, Li Daozhi, who was in meditation, felt a little itchy in his nose. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the little girl Mengmeng was touching her nose with her hair.
"Eek, you're awake."
"Can't you call me in a different way?" Li Daoyi said helplessly.
"Hmph, I won't," the little girl pouted.
After saying that, it jumped onto Li Daoyi's neck and hugged his head like an octopus.
"Sister Dongfang and Sister Long are in seclusion, little Taoist, will you play with me?"
"I'm not playing, I have things to do," Li Daoyi said, standing up.
"What's going on? Are we going to mess with those people? I want to go too!" Mengmeng immediately perked up.
"What do you mean by 'playing around'? I'm just earning points. Kids, don't talk nonsense."
"Hehe, I'll just follow you anyway." Mengmeng said, and then pushed even harder.
"Gently, gently, little ancestor, are you the reincarnation of Sun Wukong? Why do you always like to climb on people?" Li Daoyi said hurriedly.
"Sun Wukong? What's that? It sounds familiar." Mengmeng tilted her head, a hint of confusion in her eyes. She seemed very familiar with the name, but couldn't quite place it.
Luoyang, the secondary capital of the Sui Dynasty, was now a melting pot of all sorts of people, with a sudden influx of martial arts practitioners from both the legitimate and illegitimate worlds.
At this moment, in a bustling area of Luoyang City, a luxurious five-story building stood in the center, with the words "Luoyang Chamber of Commerce" written in large characters at the entrance.
At this time, many masters of the Demonic Sect had gathered inside the Chamber of Commerce.
"Brother Zuo, what do you think of the Jingnian Chan Sect? It's the only place in Luoyang that we haven't investigated yet." The speaker was a fat man who looked like a wealthy merchant. He had a smile on his face and looked very amiable. This man was named Rong Fengxiang, the president of the Luoyang Chamber of Commerce, but his true identity was that of a grandmaster of the Yin Kui Sect of the Demonic Path.
Sitting in front of him was the Master of the Meridian Sword, named for his mastery of the two unique sword techniques, the Meridian Divine Sword and the Renbing Sword Technique.
There were also more than a dozen people sitting around, all of whom were experts from various sects of the Demonic Sect.
“The Pure Mind Zen sect is not easy to deal with. It is one of the two holy sites of the righteous path. Those bald monks are not to be trifled with,” Zuo Youxian said leisurely.
"Elder Zuo is absolutely right. There are many more righteous people in Luoyang now. The brothers have been much more careful lately. I'm afraid these guys are after us." One of the people in the crowd said.
"Elder Rong, why don't we send a message to the Empress Dowager and see what she has to say?" someone suggested.
Rong Fengxiang shook his head upon hearing this.
“That’s not appropriate. The sect leader cannot show herself at this time. If she appears in Luoyang, the righteous path will surely swarm in, and the Jingnian Sect will be like an ironclad fortress.”
“There must be something fishy about the Pure Mind Zen sect,” Zuo Youxian suddenly said.
"What do you mean by this, Brother Zuo?" Rong Fengxiang asked hurriedly.
"The story of the He Shi Bi has been widely known for a long time, and our people have also appeared in Luoyang. So much time has passed, yet not a single monk has appeared. Do you really think these bald monks are peacefully eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist scriptures in the temple?" Zuo Youxian said coldly.
"Yeah, that's not their style."
The crowd then realized that in the past, whenever members of their demonic sect appeared, these bald monks would rush forward immediately, shouting and killing. But this time, although many righteous people appeared, not a single monk was seen. Moreover, these righteous people seemed to be on guard against something this time.
"Smack..."
“There’s a problem, a really big problem,” Rong Fengxiang said, clapping his hands.
"Brother Zuo's reminder is that this is not in line with the style of the Pure Mind Zen School. There is definitely a problem here. They are wary of us, or even trying to delay."
"Delaying time?" Everyone was stunned.
"That's right. If I'm not mistaken, the He Shi Bi is most likely hidden in the Jing Nian Chan sect. The reason they haven't done anything is that they are waiting for reinforcements, waiting for more righteous masters to come."
"What?" Everyone present was immediately shocked.
"From now on, you will secretly disperse all your disciples out of the city. Remember not to attract the attention of the righteous people. Brother Zuo, you and I will immediately write a letter to send the message to the Empress." Rong Fengxiang made the arrangements immediately.
"Okay." Zuo Youxian nodded.
"A storm is brewing."
After saying this, Rong Fengxiang couldn't help but sigh softly. He knew that Luoyang was about to be in turmoil, and a great battle between good and evil was inevitable.
At this moment, ten miles outside Luoyang, a vast cluster of temple buildings came into view. The temples were vermilion, with white walls. The pines and cypresses were verdant. All the buildings were beautiful and elegant, solemn and dignified. The main hall reached the sky, towering majestically, reaching up to the clouds, a solemn Buddhist realm standing for millennia; the treasures spread across the land, vast and boundless, bringing new scenery in all directions, extremely solemn and awe-inspiring. Incense smoke filled the air, and the fragrance of sandalwood could be smelled from afar.
This is the location of the Pure Land Chan School, a sacred Buddhist site.
"Thump..."
The morning bell rang.
The Great Buddha Hall.
Inside the hall, the statue of Shakyamuni Buddha sits on a lotus throne, his hands clasped together, his face serene and his eyes deep. On either side of him are several bodhisattvas, and on both sides of the hall are eighteen arhats, all lifelike.
These statues were all gleaming gold, covered in gold leaf, and even the statues themselves were made of bronze. The altar in front of the statues was filled with all sorts of fresh offerings.
At this moment, an old monk was sitting cross-legged on a futon in front of the offering table, and opposite him were Fan Qinghui and Shi Feixuan.
"Amitabha, Sister Fan, I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly," the old monk said, pressing his palms together.
"Senior Brother Liaoming, I set off immediately with Feixuan after receiving your letter, and stayed in Yangzhou for a few days during that time."
"Oh? Yangzhou? This old monk has heard quite a few rumors about that place these days. I've heard there are immortals in Yangzhou?" The old monk was none other than Liaoming, the junior brother of Master Liaokong, the abbot of Jingnian Temple.
Hearing the doubt in Ming's tone, Fan Qinghui sighed silently. If she hadn't encountered the Xuantian Sect, she probably would have ended up like him.
"Senior brother, the matter of immortals is not unfounded."
"Hmm? What do you mean?" Liaoming asked, slightly raising his eyelids.
"Feixuan." Fan Qinghui looked at Shi Feixuan and nodded to her.
"Yes, Master," Shi Feixuan replied, then got up and walked out of the hall.
"Senior brother, please." Fan Qinghui also stood up and gestured for them to enter.
Although Liaoming was somewhat puzzled, he still got up and walked out of the main hall together.
Outside the main hall is a huge square, hundreds of feet long and wide, with the ground entirely paved with white stone. In the center is a bronze statue of Manjushri Bodhisattva riding a golden lion, painted and adorned with gold, quite imposing. Around it are five hundred Arhats, all cast in gold and bronze, each with a lifelike expression.
Shi Feixuan slowly walked down the steps and came to the square.
"What do you mean by this, Junior Sister?" Liaoming asked, somewhat puzzled.
“Senior brother, watch carefully,” Fan Qinghui said.
Shi Feixuan raised her hand, a flash of light appeared, and a metal sphere suddenly flew out from her body and hovered above her head.
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