Qing Province.

The city of Qing Province, bathed in the great sun, was still bustling with activity.

People came and went on the moat, carriages and horses flowed, and the garrison at the city gate listlessly sized up the passersby, their daily work making them bored and numb.

"Third Brother, look."

Suddenly, a soldier nudged his companion's shoulder, signaling him to look up.

"What is it?"

The middle-aged soldier known as Third Brother was dozing with his head lowered. Hearing this, he wiped the water from the corner of his mouth and looked up.

He saw a gaunt old monk in the crowd.

He wanted to scold his companion for making a fuss, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

Besides the crimson kasaya draped diagonally over the old monk's shoulder, his shriveled body emitted a bronze luster. This attire didn't resemble that of a Dafeng monk, but rather that of the monks from the Golden Wolf Kingdom's Chakravarti Temple.

"That old monk is barefoot..."

The soldier leaned in and said,

"Seeing him coming dusty and tired, not knowing how far he's walked, and still barefoot, he must be skilled in martial arts..."

"A monk from the Golden Wolf Kingdom, and skilled in martial arts."

The middle-aged soldier frowned, wanting to stop him and inquire.

However, before he could speak, the gaunt old monk in the crowd suddenly looked up.

Buzz~

The two felt a blur before their eyes, their minds went blank, and they froze in place.

When they came back to their senses, they had already forgotten everything that had happened before. The bored were still bored, and those dozing with their heads lowered were still dozing.

It was as if nothing had happened.

"Qing Province, city..."

A glimmer of light appeared in the old monk's deep-set eyes.

On the bustling and noisy street, the old monk walked step by step. Soon, he came to a main street.

The ground of this street was smoother and more even than that of other streets, without the marks of wind and rain.

"The aura of Chiwuti ended here..."

The old monk put his hands together and chanted softly:

"Namo Amitabha..."

Buzz~

As he softly recited the Buddha's name, the long street seemed to fall into absolute stillness.

In his gaze, all things vanished, and only various air currents swirled around.

"Not even a trace was left behind..."

A trace of emotion appeared on the old monk's gaunt face:

"Good means, good means..."

"Good, good! Evil dogs fighting for food, evil dogs fighting for food!"

"Bite hard, bite hard! Bite this bad dog to death, bite this bad dog to death!"

"Haha!"

A burst of children's shouts in the distance attracted the old monk's attention.

His gaze flickered slightly, and he had already appeared at the end of the street, more than thirty zhang away, beside an alleyway.

In the alleyway, dogs barked fiercely.

A group of half-grown children surrounded the entrance with wooden sticks and stones, shouting to urge the 'two dogs' inside to tear each other apart.

To be precise, one was a ferocious wild dog, and the other was a short, squat man crawling on all fours, his movements no different from a dog, his whole body dirty and unrecognizable.

At this moment, the man and the dog were tearing at each other for a steamed bun, covered in blood.

"This is..."

The old monk's gaze froze.

Then, a stream of light appeared in his deep-set eyes as he used the Motian Zhuanlun Fa (Heavenly Wheel of Reincarnation) to try to peer into the depths of the man's heart.

"Woof, woof, woof~"

"Ah!!"

In the midst of the fierce tearing, a scream suddenly came.

The children were startled. They saw the 'dog-man' fall to the ground covered in blood. After a few twitches, he stopped moving.

The old monk pinched the Buddhist beads on his wrist, his face sinking:

"Good means."

.........

After the great battle, An Qisheng temporarily stayed in the Xia Yi Men (Chivalrous Justice Sect).

Every day, besides entering dreams, he would guide his disciples, living a leisurely and carefree life, seemingly not taking the wanted warrant to heart.

In the previous great battle, he had searched the spiritual imprints of nearly two thousand martial arts masters from various sects. In this free time, he naturally had to enter their dreams one by one to comprehend.

In martial arts, looking down from a high vantage point often leads to different understandings than looking up from below.

Everyone is different. The same martial art will produce different effects when practiced by different people. Anyone who has achieved success in martial arts has their own unique aspects.

An Qisheng, having lived two lives, naturally understood this principle.

However, even for him at this time, the martial arts essence of two thousand people's lives could not be digested in a short time.

Therefore, in everyone's eyes, he seemed like a perfectly normal old Daoist.

Every day, he would get up before dawn, slowly practice a set of seemingly ordinary boxing techniques, prepare medicinal meals, ointments, and pills before breakfast, guide his disciples in martial arts in the morning, and sit and discuss Dao with Yun Haitian in the afternoon.

In the evening, he would meditate and enter his dreams.

Out of curiosity, a disciple of the Xia Yi Men carefully observed him for half a month and was shocked to find that he always meditated at the moment the sun set and always got up at the moment when the night was about to fade.

That set of boxing techniques always started when the sun was about to rise and ended when the sun had fully risen.

There was not the slightest deviation, the regularity of which made everyone click their tongues in amazement.

In fact, when one's martial arts reached his level, every move was martial arts, and every action was a skill. Seemingly leisurely, it was actually ten times stronger than ordinary people's day and night hard training.

The difference in efficiency was like one being in the primitive age of drilling wood to make fire, and the other having already undergone the industrial revolution. How much more than a hundred times was the difference in efficiency?

He was only one last step away from completing his Qi Meridian, the Six Yang Acupoints, but he was not in a hurry. Instead, he calmed down to ponder the various levels and comprehend the fundamental differences between the martial arts of the two worlds.

As he entered the dreams deeper and understood more thoroughly,

He gradually understood many things.

On Xuanxing (Earth), Neijia Quan (internal martial arts) developed to its peak, tempering the physical body, understanding the distinction between light and dark, until it became subtle and transformative, embracing the dan (core) and straddling the kua (hips). It walked the path of the body. In the Jiu Fu (long floating) world, the movement of internal force gave rise to zhenqi (true qi), which condensed the qi meridians. While there was also tempering of the physical body, more emphasis was placed on qi.

And beyond both, they both touched upon the word 'shen' (spirit).

The Jian Shen (seeing spirit) martial artists of Xuanxing were spiritually enlightened, anticipating good fortune and avoiding misfortune, sensing danger and avoiding it. The cicada sensed the autumn wind before it moved. The Shen Meridians of the Jiu Fu world were even more miraculous.

With the Shen Meridians built, one could use the Qi Observation Technique to spy on military formations, deduce the fate of a country, sense the operation of heaven and earth, use the Motian Zhuanlun Fa (Heavenly Wheel of Reincarnation) to outline the spiritual world, distort people's memories, and tamper with people's souls. Even stronger people could transform their divine weapons into qi, killing enemies dozens of miles away with a single thought, and burning mountains and boiling seas with a single thought...

Jing (essence),

Qi (vital energy),

Shen (spirit)!

With a stroke of his pen, An Qisheng wrote three large characters on the white paper.

Without adding any strength, the ink penetrated the back of the paper, leaving textures on the stone table in the courtyard.

A breeze blew, and leaves fell, but the paper seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, not moving at all.

"The martial arts of the two worlds, thousands of boxing techniques, ten thousand martial arts, are nothing more than the three words Jing, Qi, and Shen..."

An Qisheng stood with his pen in hand, his eyes becoming even more profound.

Whether it was his previous life or Xuanxing, there were countless interpretations of the three words Jing, Qi, and Shen. Even in the Jiu Fu world, there were many books on this topic.

The sages had never stopped exploring the path ahead.

Simple three words, but behind them were the pursuit, exploration, and analysis of countless people.

However, for An Qisheng, what he understood was different from the understandings of the two worlds.

In An Qisheng's view at this time, Jing was a tangible thing, Qi was an intangible body, and Shen was the original wisdom of a person's self.

Cultivating any one of the three could lead to insight into the others. Having all three was even better.

On Xuanxing, where spiritual qi did not exist, the way of Jing reached its peak. In the Jiu Fu world, qi was more active, and the physical body was inevitably neglected.

But whether it was Jing or Qi, when cultivated to a deep level, one would eventually have to see their original self-wisdom.

"Is the old brother in?"

In a voice like a great bell, Yun Haitian strode into the courtyard. Seeing the paper on the stone table, he couldn't help but admire:

"Good handwriting!"

Looking at characters, one looks at their form, their bone structure, and also their spirit.

In his opinion, although the characters that An Qisheng wrote were different and might be some kind of lost writing, their spiritual meaning was extraordinary.

"Brother Yun is laughing."

An Qisheng put down his brush and looked at Yun Haitian.

In just over a month, Yun Haitian had sent the monks of the Huangjue Temple back and returned. This speed could be said to be extremely fast.

"On the way back, I saw the waterwheel that the old brother improved. The thing is indeed useful."

Yun Haitian withdrew his gaze and smiled:

"But it won't be too useful. Originally, these chores were the daily activities of these little brats."

"It's good if it's useful."

An Qisheng also smiled.

After tens of thousands of years of development, the Jiu Fu world had no shortage of things it should have, such as waterwheels, water mills, pestles, plows, and so on.

He had only slightly improved a few of them.

"I found that there are many peeping people around, presumably for the sake of the old brother."

After saying a few casual words, Yun Haitian's face was not very good.

Although he had been busy transporting the bones of those great monks in the past month, he had not forgotten the main thing.

He not only issued the charges of the many people who died in front of the Xia Yi Men in his own name, trying his best to clear An Qisheng's name and persuading everyone not to listen to the imperial court and not to accept the wanted warrant.

He also persuaded the Huangjue Temple to come forward and ask the martial arts people not to be restless.

Unfortunately, the effect was very poor. As soon as he came back, a disciple reported that his disciples had been exhausted these days.

"Brother Yun doesn't need to care about it. Those who deserve to die won't live."

An Qisheng didn't care and knew it, so he smiled lightly.

Then he got up and bid farewell:

"Since you are back, it is time for me to leave."

His stay in the Xia Yi Men was half for digesting his gains and half for worrying that the Xia Yi Men would be turned upside down after Yun Haitian left.

After all, everyone knew that he was in the Xia Yi Men.

Even if the people of the Xia Yi Men said he was gone, those who chased after him would not believe it.

"Is the old brother leaving now?"

Although Yun Haitian had expected it, he still spoke to persuade him to stay: "If the old brother is afraid of implicating me, there is no need for that. Yun has never been afraid in his life!"

"I have been delayed for two months, and it is time to leave."

An Qisheng just waved his hand and refused.

He looked at the sky, his brow faintly showing a hint of coolness, which was a sign of an impending crisis.

However, he didn't care at all, and had a faint smile on his face:

"Some things cannot be avoided by hiding."