Cloud traversing, dragon riding, descending from the heavens.

Before he arrived, the sound of wind and thunder already echoed across the sky.

Such a high-profile entrance naturally attracted the attention of all the monks in Huangjue Temple.

Though Jiu Fu Realm had exotic beasts, for the vast majority of martial artists, they remained in the realm of legends. Or rather, for most people, these exotic beasts and spiritual birds were like the Tianchi Lake Monster in the eyes of most people in Xuan Xing – they didn't know if they existed or not.

A crowd of people looked up at the sky.

Amidst the rolling clouds, An Qisheng was also overlooking Huangjue Temple.

It was as if several mountain ranges had been hollowed out, then carved into numerous temple complexes, covering a vast area yet without feeling scattered. The overall structure resembled a large Buddha sitting cross-legged on the plains.

Magnificent and beautiful.

An Qisheng had to admit that, in both his past and present lives, and even in his days in Jiu Fu Realm, Huangjue Temple was the most aesthetically pleasing building he had ever seen.

This was the pinnacle of architecture in this world.

The accumulation of a thousand years was evident from this.

"Wait for me here."

Riding a jiao dragon was acceptable, but directly charging in would mean something else entirely.

He wasn't here to challenge the temple.

After giving the order, he leaped up and jumped from a height of hundreds of zhang.

The violent air currents howled as they collided fiercely with the gangqi surrounding An Qisheng. He roared down, leaving a blazing pillar of air that lingered in the sky for a long time.

Boom!

The sound spread like thunder.

Before the gates of Huangjue Temple, smoke and dust billowed. The monks who had been waiting there were caught off guard and covered in dust.

Everyone's expression changed.

But before they could react,

San Yin stepped forward and said, his voice carrying with it:

"Venerable Wangquan has arrived. Forgive us for not greeting you from afar!"

As An Qisheng's reputation rose, his information had already been obtained by many major forces and sects. Naturally, they knew his Daoist name.

"No need for formalities."

An Qisheng waved his sleeve slightly, and the dust that had been stirred up was completely suppressed by an invisible force field.

No matter how turbulent the air currents were, not a speck of dust would rise again.

"This humble monk is San Yin. San De is my senior brother. I must thank you, Venerable, for avenging my senior brother."

San Yin's expression turned solemn as he bowed:

"We dare not forget your great kindness. Abbot-shixiong and Master Fuxin are waiting for you at the training grounds. Please."

"Impermanence of all things, non-self of all dharmas, nirvanic stillness. A fine Buddhist name."

An Qisheng praised softly as he ascended the steps.

He unhurriedly savored the vicissitudes of this ancient temple.

People have spirits, mountains have souls, and all things have their unique marks.

As his divine will spread, An Qisheng could even feel the strong traces within this ancient temple as he walked.

That was because too many experts had been born in this ancient temple. Over the years, it had even given rise to a unique aura, or rather, a magnetic field.

The convergence of Liang Province's luck was in Huangjue Temple.

"Does the Venerable also understand Buddhist principles?"

San Yin was slightly surprised.

"I know a little."

An Qisheng smiled slightly.

As the two spoke, the monks curiously sized up An Qisheng.

They obviously knew that this was the 'Blood Demon' who had been making waves recently.

However, thanks to Yun Haitian, the entire Huangjue Temple knew of An Qisheng's character. Especially since he had killed Feng Qingxuan, which was equivalent to avenging the deaths of San De and the other seven masters.

Their attitude was naturally much friendlier.

An Qisheng noticed this and naturally became more amiable as well.

He had always been more forceful with those who were forceful with him, and more friendly with those who were friendly.

The Huangjue Temple was quaint and full of the aura of time. An Qisheng was not in a hurry to leave, slowly feeling the precious spirit accumulated over the years.

This feeling was very magical, as if the mountain was shrouded in Buddhist charm, an invisible aura that made him feel peaceful.

It was as if an old monk who had lived through the ages was confiding Buddhist principles to him.

If ordinary people lived there for a long time, it would even have the effect of prolonging life. It was almost a true Daoist sanctum.

He was somewhat surprised.

San Yin, who was following him, was even more shocked.

He sensed another strange aura on this Venerable, and getting close to it even gave him a feeling of being cleansed.

This was similar to a divine vein aura, but not quite.

It was more like the aura emitted by Huangjue Temple.

'The place where this person is, is an aura?'

Unknowingly, San Yin was shocked beyond words.

His attitude became more and more gentle.

Based on this alone, this Venerable deserved his current reputation. In fact, the rumors in the martial world had underestimated him.

Hu~

After passing a corner, the view suddenly opened up.

What followed was an overwhelming gaze.

On the wide training ground, thousands of Huangjue Temple martial monks looked at An Qisheng in unison.

Eyes are the windows to the soul.

A person's eyes often reveal their heart.

Inner martial arts had the skill of 'eye strike.' When the Eye Meridian in Jiu Fu Realm was opened, there were even stories of killing ordinary people with a single glance.

The thousands of people on this training ground could not have all opened their 'Eye' Meridian.

But those who had practiced martial arts for a long time all had extremely strong wills.

At this time, when they all focused their attention, the power was even greater than the power of ten thousand arrows fired in unison on the battlefield!

This was perhaps a return gift from the many monks on the training ground to An Qisheng for riding a dragon, or perhaps a show of strength.

But An Qisheng seemed to be unaware of it, and his pace forward did not change at all.

But his heart was like a bright mirror, and he felt a deeper level of spirit in these thousands of gazes.

For thousands of years, Huangjue Temple had been creating this foundation by clearing mountains and breaking rocks every day. Every monk was fundamentally different from the monks who chanted scriptures and worshiped Buddha on Xuan Xing.

Such a spirit, such an aura.

It cleansed the heart even more than battlefield killing, and he could not help but relax his spirit.

Buzz~

Ripples seemed to spread through the void.

As An Qisheng walked, the thousands of martial monks on the training ground all saw black before their eyes, and then brightened again.

In that instant, the Daoist who was walking towards them seemed to have turned into a luminous body emitting infinite light!

In a trance, they seemed to see a majestic portal standing above the clouds, desolate, brilliant, and impossible to look directly at.

"Huangjue Temple, indeed worthy of its reputation!"

At the edge of the training ground, An Qisheng spoke faintly.

His voice was not loud, but it seemed to pull everyone's spirit back to reality, and all the visions seemed to dissipate.

"Good."

Fuxin praised softly, his gaze towards An Qisheng shining slightly.

"Venerable has a strong will."

The old monk San Kong's white eyebrows twitched, and he could not help but praise him.

The willpower of martial artists was extremely firm. Any martial monk on the training ground could make ordinary people collapse with a single focused look. When the gazes were focused in one place, it was a method that could truly kill people invisibly.

This was a test, but it was also a layer of probing.

If it were a Qi Meridian that had been promoted by absorbing the inner strength of others, it would inevitably be in chaos under such a test, and even die from qi deviation.

An Qisheng seemed unaware of it, and his spirit could even contend with thousands of martial monks, which showed that his spiritual will was among the top in the world.

"That one, is it the Huangjue Bell?"

An Qisheng did not care about the praises of the others, his gaze turned and fell on the Huangjue Bell.

A divine weapon!

With one glance, An Qisheng could see that the bell, which weighed millions of pounds, was a divine weapon.

But it was not a divine weapon for one person, but a divine weapon for the entire Huangjue Temple.

If the center of Liang Province's luck was Huangjue Temple, then the place where Huangjue Temple's luck gathered was the Huangjue Bell!

In his perception, the yellowish bell was not only the core of the entire Huangjue Temple's aura and magnetic field, but also the place where the martial luck of Huangjue Temple's millennium of prosperity gathered!

What a Huangjue Bell.

An Qisheng's eyes could not help but light up, and then disappeared.

This bell was undoubtedly the best divine weapon he had ever seen, whether in terms of luck or material.

It was a pity that this bell was the gathering of Huangjue Temple's luck, martial luck, and spirit. If it was obtained by someone who was not from Huangjue Temple, it would not only be useless, but would also be backlashed.

Even, if it was not Buddhist true qi, wanting to ring this bell would probably have to withstand the oppression of Huangjue Temple's millennium of martial luck.

This oppression was probably more terrifying than the weight of the bronze bell itself.

'So, this is where they're waiting for me.'

A trace of thought flashed in An Qisheng's mind.

The little monk was cunning.

"That's right, that is the Huangjue Bell."

The monk San Yin stepped forward and said:

"This bell was made from the veins collected from thousands of mountain peaks, weighing nine million, nine hundred and ninety thousand pounds! When this bell was cast, there were tens of thousands of blacksmiths and craftsmen who participated, and all the monks of Huangjue Temple helped. It took twenty-three years to cast it.

To this day, it has been two hundred years!"

Faced with such a bell, An Qisheng could only nod and praise: "Amazing."

A bell weighing five thousand tons.

Faced with such a creation, who could not say amazing?

In his lifetime, An Qisheng had only seen the Central Plains Buddha statue he had seen on Xuan Xing, which was heavier than it, weighing 18,000 tons.

"This bell is difficult to ring. Only five or six people in my Huangjue Temple have been able to ring this bell over the years."

Abbot San Kong opened his mouth with a smile:

"Now, this bell has not been rung for fifty years. If the two of you can ring it, it will also be a great thing."

"Not in a hurry."

An Qisheng waved his hand.

"Could it be that the Venerable regrets it?"

Fuxin was slightly stunned.

"That's not it!"

An Qisheng smiled, looked deeply at Fuxin, and said, "You want to bet with me. If I lose, I have to destroy the Heaven One Spirit Seizing Scripture, such a world-shocking and god-weeping divine art. If I win,

Little monk, what stakes do you have to give me?"

"...World-shocking and god-weeping?"

The corner of Fuxin's mouth twitched involuntarily. After chewing it over, although he felt that this was an exaggeration, he could not say anything.

Could it be said that this Spirit Seizing Demonic Art was worthless?

Then what about the Dragon Elephant Temple that was destroyed?

After thinking about it, he had to say:

"My master and I have nothing of value. If the Venerable takes a fancy to anything, just take it."

Huiguo suddenly interrupted his master's words:

"Except for my donkey!"

Fuxin seemed to suddenly realize and added: "And my donkey!"

"........"

The monks were stunned and did not know what expression to make for a while.

"Are you playing with me?"

An Qisheng snorted coldly, and the smile on his face disappeared.

With a flick of his sleeve, he made a gesture to leave.

Fuxin's expression changed, and he could only stop An Qisheng:

"Venerable, what stakes do you want? Just say it directly?"

"You said it?"

An Qisheng turned back.

"I said it."

Fuxin thought he was sure to win, gritted his teeth, and agreed.

Not to mention that his golden body horizontal training divine veins were number one, but the Huangjue Bell itself rejected any true qi other than Buddhism, which meant that An Qisheng wanted to win, at least his true qi or physique had to be more than five times stronger than his.

It was impossible to lose in any way.

"Good!"

An Qisheng smiled.

You plot against me, and I plot against you too.

The reason why he had not mentioned the matter of stakes before also had his own calculations.

Compared to the master and apprentice who had nothing but a donkey, the Huangjue Temple, which had been entrenched in a state for thousands of years, was naturally much wealthier.

He knew the relationship between the Dragon Elephant Temple and the Huangjue Temple, which others did not know.

The ancestor of the Dragon Elephant Temple was actually the disciple of the old monk who founded the Huangjue Temple. The two were from the same source and stream, and the relationship was much better than others knew.

An Qisheng smiled, and Fuxin knew that he had been fooled, but things had come to this point, and he could only agree:

"May I ask, Venerable, what stakes do you want?"

An Qisheng smiled without saying a word, but his eyes looked straight at the Huangjue Bell.

"No..."

Fuxin and the monks' expressions changed.

But An Qisheng slowly opened his mouth:

"I want to forge a divine weapon."

A divine weapon?

Fuxin realized the old Daoist's purpose.

This was darkness under the lamp.

An Qisheng's strength was too incredible, so that he had forgotten that he needed a divine weapon.

"Venerable is well prepared."

Before Fuxin could speak, San Kong shook his head and opened his mouth:

"Not to mention the Venerable's bet with my senior brother, just based on the Venerable's exorcism in front of the Righteous Alliance Sect, my Huangjue Temple should also repay you."

He stepped forward two steps and pointed to the Huangjue Bell:

"If the Venerable can ring this bell eighteen times, this old monk will make the decision for my senior brother. Huangjue Temple can offer the gold and iron needed for the divine weapon that the Venerable needs!"

Eighteen times?

The martial monks on the square were all in an uproar.

According to legend, there were five or six people in Huangjue Temple who could ring this bell, but these five or six people referred to the fact that there were a total of five or six people who could ring this bell in the two hundred years since the bell was cast!

Now in Huangjue Temple, there are only three people who can ring this bell, and this includes the old ancestor in the back mountain!

And apart from the old ancestor, the others can ring this bell at most nine times.

Eighteen times, and it has to be rung by an outsider?

This was simply impossible.

Fuxin was also stunned in his heart. He did not expect this amiable junior brother to be crueler than him, directly pushing the difficulty to the limit!

Eighteen times, this world only had the old ancestor of Huangjue Temple.

The others, even if they were replaced by Pang Wanyang, probably would not be able to do it!

"Good!"

Unexpectedly, An Qisheng agreed without even thinking about it.

Fuxin's heart skipped a beat, and he saw An Qisheng leap up, and with a shift, he had stepped onto the bell platform!

Everyone stared intently.

They saw the Daoist standing with his sleeves fluttering, without even touching the bell hammer.

He just took a step on the bell platform, swung his arm, and smashed it towards the bronze bell.

In the next instant, everyone's expression changed.

They only heard an extremely clear long howl accompanying the earth-shattering bell sound echoing between heaven and earth:

"One!"