Chapter 1 The Beginning

In the void, Hong Tong's eyes were tightly closed, his mind a surging sea.

Beneath the heavens, the heavenly secrets were in chaos. Any method of calculating the heavenly secrets was difficult to find the root of. Those who could deduce even a trace were already the best in the world, and those whose calculations could reach gods and demons were even rarer throughout history.

Not to mention the person he was trying to find…

Roar~

Accompanied by a dragon's roar that seemed to spread from ancient times, Hong Tong felt the world darken, and could no longer perceive anything external, as if heaven and earth had disappeared.

And the next moment, the universe lit up!

Buzz!

Even though he was prepared, Hong Tong's heart was shocked at this instant.

Within his divine will, the heavens and the earth suddenly became transparent, and endless light and shadows collapsed before him. In a trance, he felt countless heavens and earths appearing before him simultaneously.

"Supreme, Awakened One!"

Muttering, Hong Tong suddenly opened his eyes, the myriad phenomena collapsing into a single moment within his gaze:

"Found it!"

…

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, eighteen years after the reform, looking at the world, it seemed that waves had just risen, but in the imperial capital, the storm had already settled. The original seventy-two Daos and the various court officials gradually accepted it.

And for the many commoners and cultivators of the imperial capital, it was just that in addition to the Jing Ye Si, there was one more 'Feng Shen Ge' (God Consecration Pavilion).

The Feng Shen Ge was located in the due east of the imperial city, occupying a vast area and with a grand atmosphere. It was personally supervised by the 'Shen Gong Si Zhu' (Divine Craftsman Director) of the court, and every blade of grass, tree, brick, and tile within it was made of top-grade spiritual materials.

Within it, temples stood in rows, enshrining one deity after another.

"Hoo!"

Qin Honghai exhaled a long breath of turbid air, the air waves stirring up wisps of incense smoke, causing the statue in the hall to become even more indistinct.

That was an extremely tall and imposing divine general, holding an axe astride an elephant, with a divine dragon wrapped around his arm. Although it was in the form of a clay and wood puppet, it gave people great awe.

"So, this is the bottleneck? I heard that the Pavilion Master formed the Great Golden Core in one breath back then, but he didn't have any bottlenecks…"

Qin Honghai sighed.

In the 'Feng Shen Ge', there were hundreds of temples, each with a temple guardian. He was the temple guardian of this Juling (Giant Spirit) Temple, cultivating the 'Juling Zhen Shi Dao' (Giant Spirit World Suppression Path).

This divine art was simple to enter, but extremely difficult to master. Ten years ago, he had already reached the threshold of the Golden Core, but now, he was still stuck here. Clearly, many barriers had been broken through, but he could not cross over no matter what.

Feeling frustrated, Qin Honghai had no intention of breathing exercises. He got up and first offered three sticks of burning incense to the 'Giant Spirit God', bowed once, and then turned to leave.

In the 'Feng Shen Ge', there were hundreds of temples, connected to each other, yet with distinct levels, from the outside to the inside, totaling six levels. He was currently only on the second level.

"In two more years, it will be the day of the temple guardian change. If I can't cross this threshold, not to mention entering the third level of the inner pavilion, I'm afraid it will be difficult to even keep the second level…"

Looking at the star-studded temples, Qin Honghai's heart became even heavier.

The competition for the position of temple guardian was extremely fierce. He was fortunate enough to fill a vacancy back then, but besides him, there was no other cultivator below the Golden Core on this second level.

"I hope the Pavilion Master is free today…"

Qin Honghai closed the temple door and turned to walk towards the inner pavilion.

The Feng Shen Ge did not have strict distinctions of status, and there were no restrictions on movement, but the more inner the pavilion, the more powerful the experts, and ordinary people simply did not want to enter the inner pavilion.

"Last year, there were not many people on the fourth level of the inner pavilion…"

Qin Honghai walked along the way, ignoring the cold eyes of others, but looking at the few temples with the aura of fireworks, he could not help but feel even greater pressure in his heart.

That meant that someone had successfully lit up a fourth-order deity.

Clearly, ten years ago, there were only the Pavilion Master and his wife who were fourth-order deities. How many years has it been?

"Halt!"

After walking a few more steps, Qin Honghai finally stopped, in front of him were two armored Swiss guards.

"Juling Temple Guardian, requesting to see the Pavilion Master."

Qin Honghai cupped his fist, and two pills had already silently entered the hands of the two guards.

"Qin Honghai?"

The two armored soldiers exchanged a glance, put down their weapons, and their tone softened:

"For eight years in a row, you've come every year, you're really persevering. Fortunately, the Pavilion Master came out of seclusion a few days ago, we brothers will help you report it, but whether the Pavilion Master will see you depends on your luck…"

With that, one person turned and walked towards the inner pavilion.

"Thank you."

Qin Honghai breathed a slight sigh of relief, and then relaxed a little: "May I ask brothers, why has the Pavilion Master been in seclusion so frequently in recent years? I remember that ten years ago, the Pavilion Master still spent every day with his wife and children…"

"This is a long story."

The armored soldier glanced at Qin Honghai, who tactfully offered a whole bottle of pills.

The armored soldier nodded, and then said: "This matter is related to the Pavilion Master's pair of children…"

"The Pavilion Master's children?"

Qin Honghai's heart stirred.

"The Pavilion Master and his wife are both the first batch of god successors, and their cultivation is profound. Their descendants should also have great potential… but…"

The armored soldier looked around, lowered his voice, and said: "Mountains have heights, and fingers have lengths, the Pavilion Master's children are naturally the same. I heard that one of them has never cried since birth, nor has he ever spoken, and is suspected of suffering from 'disembodiment syndrome'…"

"Humph!"

Before Qin Honghai could speak, he heard a cold snort, and then a shadow fell, covering several zhang (丈, approx. 3.3 meters) before and after the two.

"D-Sir!"

The armored soldier trembled, so frightened that he stammered and could not speak.

Qin Honghai was also a little guilty. He raised his head slightly, and saw a burly and huge mountain of flesh lying in front of the inner pavilion, full of pressure.

"Can you say anything you want?"

Liu Da Chan slapped the armored soldier to the ground with a palm, and grunted: "If Madam hears it, wouldn't she skin you alive?"

"I was being talkative, I was being talkative."

The armored soldier's face was pale, and he kept talking.

Fortunately, the two seemed to be quite familiar, and Liu Da Chan knocked him a few times, and then let him go, turned to look at Qin Honghai, and said lightly: "You're lucky, the Pavilion Master agreed to see you."

"Thank you, Sir."

Qin Honghai wiped his cold sweat, thanked him quickly, and followed Liu Da Chan towards the inner pavilion.

The inner pavilion was very quiet. The courtyard, which had three entrances, was full of the fragrance of flowers and trees. It was already mid-winter, but this place was not affected at all. The flowers and trees were verdant, and even many vines had climbed onto the houses.

When they reached the inner courtyard, Liu Da Chan did not go in.

Qin Honghai mustered his courage and walked in. He saw a man in white sitting with his back to him in front of the pond in the inner courtyard, seemingly fishing, or seemingly resting his mind.

Qin Honghai did not dare to speak, and waited obediently.

He did not know how long he had waited, but Qiao Moke finally threw down the bait in his hand and said softly: "There is a problem that I have not figured out, I have kept you waiting."

"Dare not, dare not."

Qin Honghai was a little flattered.

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Qiao Moke motioned Qin Honghai to sit down, and seemed to see through his intentions at a glance, and said: "The Juling Zhen Shi Dao, its meaning is not in the Juling, but in 'Zhen' (Suppression), which means to subdue distracting thoughts and have a single-minded and vigorous heart!"

"You see me and you are still afraid and not brave enough, so how can you see the Dao?"

Qin Honghai's heart trembled, and he only felt that the words uttered by the man in white were like substance, smashing towards him, but he could not move at all, and had to watch the boulder-like words smash over.

Bang!

Without saying a word, Qin Honghai had already collapsed to the ground, his eyes rolling back.

"Carry him back."

Liu Da Chan waved his hand as if he was not surprised. The armored soldier who had reported before stepped forward and carried Qin Honghai, whose eyes were rolling back, towards the outer courtyard.

"Brother Qiao, your heart is too soft, you guide everyone, how much energy does it cost you?"

Liu Da Chan shook his head.

Eighteen years had passed, and his body had become more and more huge, but his realm had not changed much, and he was stuck before the Nascent Soul, unable to make progress.

"If everyone thinks this way, how can you and I cultivate to the realm we are today?"

Qiao Moke did not care.

Decades had passed in a flash, but he still remembered how he embarked on the path of cultivation.

At his teacher's place, he had nothing to repay, so the things he learned from his teacher, he had to pass on.

"Whatever you want."

Liu Da Chan was too lazy to say more. Qiao Moke had guided many people these years. He sat down with a thud, and then said with some worry: "Have you not found a way yet?"

Qiao Moke shook his head and sighed.

Since embarking on the path of cultivation, the diseases of the world had long gone away from him, but he did not expect that he would be stumped by such a 'strange disease'.

"I heard that sister-in-law is also seeking medical treatment everywhere…"

Liu Da Chan hesitated to speak, but could not help but open his mouth: "Why doesn't big brother ask your master to take action?"

"How could I not go?"

Qiao Moke smiled wryly: "I went to look for my teacher back then, and I ran into junior brother Yang as soon as I went out. Junior brother told me that the teacher said that the time had not yet come, and told me to wait… but I have waited for ten years, and I really can't wait any longer."

Qiao Moke sighed in his heart.

He was not an indecisive person, but concern made him confused. He could not bear his wife's crying and begging, but in recent years, he had even invited the Emperor, but unfortunately…

"Pavilion Master!"

At this time, the armored soldier who had carried Qin Honghai out ran in again: "There is a strange monk outside the door requesting to see the Pavilion Master, saying, saying, saying that he can solve the Pavilion Master's doubts!"

"Monk?"

Qiao Moke raised his eyebrows.

The Great Zhou had banned the transmission of Daoism and Buddhism for eighteen years. Even the seventy-two Daos had changed their sects, at least in the imperial capital, they no longer showed themselves as monks and Taoists. Where did this monk come from?

His mind turned, but his eyes became sharp: "Where is he?!"

"What monk?"

Liu Da Chan was also taken aback, and was about to speak when a stream of light flashed across the sky.

The next moment, a female voice that was cold but hard to hide her excitement had already sounded in the courtyard: "Master, please come in!"

Looking at the sword intent that had not dissipated in the air, Liu Da Chan and Qiao Moke both smiled wryly. Naturally, only Xi Yingqing could be more anxious than them.

"Amitabha, Amitabha."

As the Zen-filled Buddhist chant entered the courtyard, a handsome monk wearing a scarlet kasaya had come to the courtyard under the escort of Xi Yingqing.

"May I ask, Master, where do you come from? Can you really solve my confusion?"

Qiao Moke bowed slightly, his expression becoming solemn. With his current eyesight, he could not see through the roots of the monk in front of him.

"From the West."

The handsome monk smiled slightly, but his eyes looked in the direction where Xi Yingqing left: "This little monk is best at enlightening people. It is not difficult for a stone to speak, so people are naturally not a problem."

In his eyes, a divine light that only he could see, seemed infinitely long, was pointing in that direction, and with the sound of a few footsteps, that divine light,

Came to an abrupt halt.

"Eh?"

But the next moment, the smile on his face froze:

"How can there be two?!"