Chapter 144 Fate

"This encounter, perhaps he wasn't unaware of it..."

Potter looked at the corpse of Mu Longcheng, his heart silent.

For thousands of years, the pursuit of the path ahead and the search for longevity have been commonplace, from kings and ministers to monks and wild hermits.

The Begging Dao Association and the Martial Arts Hall were both founded in that turbulent era three hundred years ago, but their original intentions were not the same. The Martial Arts Hall aimed to strengthen the nation and the race, assassinating foreign enemies, warlords, bandits, and local tyrants.

While the Begging Dao Association did the same, their hearts were different. They sought the path ahead in extreme danger.

This is also the reason for the divergence between the two after the founding of the nation.

The Begging Dao Association went overseas because Da Xuan no longer had the soil for them. The vast world overseas, dangerous places, and battlefields were where they needed to be.

Existing for the Dao, and dying for the Dao.

Mu Longcheng was like that, Yan Changsha was like that, and so was he.

"This is Mu Longcheng..."

Su Jie's mind was uneasy.

Since childhood, he had heard the legend of this richest man in Xuan, and after learning martial arts, he had heard the story of this legend in the martial arts world.

Such a person, just died like this?

"So what if it's Mu Longcheng? He's not a god..."

Potter sighed:

"If he's not a god, he will eventually die. When he dies, how he dies, there's nothing to care about..."

After saying that, he stepped forward, walking into the sight of everyone.

Under the gaze of the crowd, he picked up Mu Longcheng's body, turned around, and left.

The crowd watched without stopping him.

There is a saying in Da Xuan that death ends everything, meaning that once a person dies, all grievances end, and no more grudges remain.

"Amitabha."

Shi Xingwu sighed for a long time, looked at An Qisheng on the golden summit, and put his hands together:

"How should I address you, sir?"

This person was very unfamiliar to him, unheard of, but after today, he would be truly famous throughout the world, renowned throughout the world.

He glanced at the big monk.

This fat monk was bloated and obese, seemingly not in line with the appearance of a martial artist. In fact, when martial arts reached the Baodan realm, fat or thin was not a problem at all. The fat of this fat monk was his Heng Lian (external strength) skill.

Looking at him, An Qisheng had no intention of hiding:

"An Qisheng."

Cultivation in a place of spiritual deprivation cannot be achieved by finding a secluded mountain forest for secluded cultivation. Stepping out in front of people is only a matter of time.

What difference does it make whether it's sooner or later?

A dragon can be large or small, able to soar in the sky or hide deep in the swamp. However, if it hides in the swamp for its entire life, even if it is a dragon, it is no different from a loach.

Others doubt, guess?

So what?

If you don't even have this courage, what are you talking about longevity, what are you talking about Da Dao Ji (Great Dao Era)?

"An Qisheng...is that you?"

Chewing on the name, Shi Xingwu's heart shook: "Are you the one who accompanied Xinwu and Xinlu, that...sir?"

"It's me."

An Qisheng sighed: "I regret the passing of the two masters very much. It's just that the various reasons cannot be explained in a single sentence."

Shi Xinwu and the two died tragically, and he was the only eyewitness.

Unfortunately, he couldn't save them at that time.

"Who was that murderer?"

Shi Xingwu waved his hand to stop the other monks who wanted to speak, and then asked.

"His name is Tong Zhengyang, and he comes from outside Xuanxing (Earth)."

An Qisheng explained calmly.

He and Shi Xinwu and Shi Xinlu can be regarded as comrades, and he also felt sorry for their deaths.

"Outside Xuanxing?"

Several monks looked at each other, unable to believe it.

Shi Xingwu nodded slightly, he had seen those videos.

"Too much is as bad as too little."

Seeing that Shi Xingwu wanted to ask more questions, the Daoist Juechen waved his hand impatiently: "It's a pity that you have cultivated in Shaolin Temple for so many years and can't see through life and death."

"What the Daoist said is not right."

Shi Xingwu shook his head slightly:

"Buddhism speaks of great love, but monks are not Buddhas. Great love is difficult to achieve, and small love is difficult to abandon. If one doesn't care about relatives and friends, how can one talk about all living beings? The monk doesn't care much about his own life and death, but besides that,

The monk cares about everything."

The fat monk spoke somewhat slowly, but his words were neither humble nor arrogant. He answered the Daoist Juechen and bowed slightly to An Qisheng: "Mr. An, the monk is being presumptuous."

"The two masters fought side by side with me. I will answer everything about the two masters."

An Qisheng didn't care, and glanced at Shi Xingwu lightly:

"Master wants to ask about my strength, why it has changed so much, right?"

The death of Shi Xinwu and the two was less than a month away from now. Shi Xinlong couldn't not know his strength at that time. Such a big change in just one month would be strange if no one questioned it.

"I am being presumptuous."

Shi Xingwu bowed again.

He couldn't believe that a person could undergo such earth-shattering changes in less than a month.

Even if that person was a heaven-defying genius, able to ignore Gang Jin (inner force) and reach the level of Seeing the Gods, no Grandmaster has been able to make that jump within hundred days of Baodan, throughout history.

He couldn't understand how a master who was only at the Huajin (transforming energy) level more than half a month ago could undergo such a big change in just half a month.

Not only Shi Xingwu, but also Su Jie, who was not far away and had not left, and the Daoist Juechen, who was also standing on the golden summit, were all moved.

"Many things are inconvenient to say, I can only say that the change is due to a locust wood token."

An Qisheng replied calmly.

As his plan unfolds, the Samsara Blessed Land and the Infinite Cave Heaven will be known by others sooner or later.

He didn't care about being known.

And compared to his own dream of the Great Thousand, this explanation is easier to be accepted.

As for whether he believes it or not?

Once he gets the token himself, he will naturally believe it.

A locust wood token?

Everyone looked at each other in confusion.

What kind of explanation is this?

"Locust wood token? Thank you for your clarification, sir."

Others were suspicious, but Shi Xingwu straightened up. He didn't know whether to believe it or not. He put his hands together and said goodbye to the two, then turned and left.

The other monks still had doubts in their hearts, but they could only suppress them and follow him away.

After walking far away, someone asked.

Shi Xingwu just didn't speak.

No matter what kind of person An Qisheng used to be, he is now a Grandmaster of Seeing the Gods, the number one master in the world who defeated Mu Longcheng.

Even if he answered a few of his own questions because of Xinwu and the two, he couldn't get to the bottom of it.

Too much is as bad as too little.

"This fat monk is the only one in Shaolin Temple that this old Dao can look up to."

Daoist Juechen looked at the monks who were gradually disappearing and sighed.

In the Da Xuan martial arts world, the reputation of Shaolin Temple is definitely the greatest, and the number of people is also the largest.

Unfortunately, most of them are no longer real monks. This Shi Xingwu is one of them.

An Qisheng turned around and glanced at Daoist Juechen:

"Daoist, I'm here to borrow the golden palace."

"The golden palace?"

Daoist Juechen was first a little surprised, then nodded: "If you want to use it, I'll just notify you, but only on rainy days."

Wudang Mountain is a 5A scenic spot in Da Xuan, with a great influence. Even he will only come on rainy days.

After all, there are too many tourists on weekdays. If it thunders every day, it will have a great impact.

The annual income is tens of billions, he agreed, but the government may not agree...

"That's natural."

An Qisheng nodded, understanding this truth.

Wudang Mountain has its own Fengshui (geomancy) formation, and the golden summit is not needed except at critical times.

"There are many people and eyes, let's go to the place where the old Dao usually lives first."

Daoist Juechen stopped talking.

The two then left the golden summit one after the other.

At this time, many tourists who had been hiding in the Taihe Palace were heading towards the golden summit.

"Big news, absolutely big news! I'm going to make a fortune, I'm going to make a fortune!"

In front of the Taihe Palace, a beautiful woman held a camera in her hand, trembling with excitement.

Her name was Zhang Dandan, a reporter for a TV station. Although she was unknown, it was impossible for her not to recognize Mu Longcheng.

She had filmed the entire battle before without missing a single detail. Although it was very blurry, it was still of great value.

If it was sent out, she would become famous immediately.

You must know, that was Mu Longcheng!

"Miss."

Just as she was excited, two young Daoists stopped her: "Please hand over the camera to us."

"What do you want to do?"

Zhang Dandan grabbed the camera, glanced around, and saw that many Daoists and Wudang Mountain staff had begun to stop other tourists and delete what they had filmed.

"Work needs, please understand, miss."

The two Daoists had a good attitude and were very skilled.

No matter how tightly Zhang Dandan hugged them, the camera was still taken away.

She stamped her feet in anger.

........

Daoist Juechen is very rich.

Not just rich, but very rich.

Not to mention the Wudang Mountain industry, his many disciples include some wealthy families, and many dignitaries spend a lot of money to see him.

But his residence is only three thatched huts.

Among the mountains, clear springs flow around the door, bamboo forests are secluded, grass and trees are lush, and living here sounds good, but ordinary people cannot bear it at all.

There is nothing else, it is too inconvenient.

Stone table and stone chairs, a cup of tea, the two sat opposite each other.

"Seventy-two peaks face the top, Wudang Mountain is a natural Fengshui blessed land, and the Daoist lives here, it is really quiet."

An Qisheng praised slightly.

After seeing the gods, the physique and spirit have become extremely strong. The prosperity of the individual's magnetic field is not inferior to mountains and rivers, and it is easy to trigger thunder, and even because of the collision of magnetic fields, it will cause human body self-combustion.

In the words of the ancients, it is because martial arts communicate with the gods, and will be envied by the heavens, and there will be thunder to strike you, fire to burn you, and wind to blow you.

In some Taoist classics, it is called three disasters.

The wisdom of the ancients is infinite. In response to the three disasters, they have evolved many methods to avoid robbery, and Fengshui formations are one of them.

"Little friend's theory of five Qi towards Yuan (five elements harmonizing), makes the old Dao enlightened."

Daoist Juechen smiled and said:

"Is it related to the Huangting Ancient Scripture that little friend once said, which records that there are 36,000 gods in the human body?"

"It is indeed closely related."

An Qisheng picked up the teacup and said slowly:

"People have gods, and 36,000 is just a fictitious number. Seeing the gods can see the gods in the body, can repair subtle injuries, and always maintain the peak state. However, if you go further and let the body gods combine with the original self-wisdom...

It will be another world."

"How to combine?"

Daoist Juechen's eyes lit up slightly.

An Qisheng put down the teacup:

"Qi!"