Chapter 60 Black History and the Sword That Cuts All

After the true spirit left behind by the Ming Dynasty self disappeared.

Wei Yuan hugged his head, feeling it tremble, wishing he could bash his head against a wall—the memories of that self putting on an act resurfaced, so vivid it was as if they'd happened yesterday.

Like a person who stayed up scrolling through their phone until three in the morning and had to go to work the next day.

Dragging their aching brain to clock in the next day, they'd wish they could kill their past self.

Wei Yuan felt the same way now.

In the Ming Dynasty, grasping the future, laying out the years.

That composure, that serenity.

*Laozi* is Zhuge Liang reborn, invincible in this era.

But when he recalled it.

That bewilderment, that regret.

And the pure concentration of black history that made him want to bang his head against the wall in shame.

It all made Wei Yuan wish he could travel back and beat that past self to a pulp.

"Good thing no one saw it."

Wei Yuan sighed, feeling that at least he had preserved his face and hadn't died of embarrassment on the spot. As the true spirit left behind by his Ming Dynasty self merged with his current self, the briefly frozen dream slowly returned to normal and began to flow again.

Looking at this misty Jiangnan scene.

And Dao Yan, who was just a young boy, Dao Yan bore the brunt of the desires and obsessions of ordinary people. He was severely affected by the Peach Blossom Spring, making this dream incredibly solid. Wei Yuan's sword qi couldn't wake him without harming his spirit.

So, he could only wake up on his own?

Wei Yuan pondered for a moment.

He took a step forward.

Thirty-six Transformations of Tiangang - Fetal Transformation.

Which was to say, as he stepped out, he transformed into a refined and elegant youth wearing a gray robe, his black hair held up with a jade hairpin.

He glanced at the fabric of his clothes, a dark cyan with patterned textures, shook his sleeves, placed his right hand behind his back, and his demeanor was exactly like his previous self.

The Dao Yan Yao Guangxiao of the dream, his eyes regaining their vitality, was completely unaware that the dream had just frozen. He seemed to still exist in the previous scene, raising his head slightly, saying in that tone:

"I never intended to be your student, but since you've pleaded with me so earnestly, and considering that we've known each other for several years..."

"Ahem, it's not impossible for me to become your disciple."

However, just as he was waiting for the gray-robed, gentle teacher to be moved to tears and decide to accept him, the gray-robed youth, with a hint of amusement in his smile, said, "But I've changed my mind. I don't want to take you as my disciple."

Dao Yan: "??!"

The smile on the boy's face froze.

This, this script is wrong.

His eyes slowly widened.

Just as he was about to explain, he heard a teasing voice.

"Besides, do you really want to be my disciple so much?"

He looked up and found that the gray-robed youth had instantly transformed into the black and red-clad museum owner, looking at him with a smile that wasn't a smile.

Dao Yan's expression froze: cardiac arrest!

………………

"Ah!!!"

Dao Yan suddenly opened his eyes, breathing rapidly.

Large beads of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

His clasped hands trembled slightly.

Nightmare...

It was simply a nightmare.

Amitabha, why would I have such a dream? Fortunately, it was just a dream.

Fortunately, it was just a dream.

Dao Yan breathed a sigh of relief and looked up.

He saw the museum owner, clad in black and red, looking at him with a smile that wasn't a smile.

"We meet again... Great Master Daoguang."

His voice paused:

"Or should I say, Guangxiao?"

Dao Yan.

Second cardiac arrest!

……………………

Looking at Dao Yan, who was aghast and nearly lost his composure as a high monk, Wei Yuan felt delighted.

My past self, as expected, scaring people like this is really enjoyable.

Putting on an act in front of others is also very enjoyable.

Provided that the one being tricked isn't himself.

It took Dao Yan a long time to maintain his Buddhist heart. He glared at Wei Yuan and said:

"You... you remember?"

Wei Yuan shook his head and said, "Not really."

He only received a small portion of the true spirit's memories.

Then he joked, "I just saw you wanting to become someone's disciple in your dream."

"By the way, do you really want to be that teacher's disciple?"

The handsome young monk's face was like frost as he flatly denied, "How is that possible?"

"This monk is a monk, chanting Buddha's name."

"That Mr. Yuan... a physician, was just staying in my family's clinic for a few years. Seeing that this monk's bones and aptitude were of the highest quality, he pestered me relentlessly, wanting to take me as his disciple. In the end, this monk couldn't bear the harassment and had to become a monk, that's all."

Wei Yuan pretended to suppress himself, then smiled and said, "Oh, I see. So that's how it is."

"Impressive, impressive."

Tiannv Jue, watching from the side, saw that when the museum owner said this, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and his originally bright eyes narrowed slightly. When viewed from the side, although the smile was gentle, there was a strange feeling of a fox.

Wei Yuan silently put the recording pen back into his sleeve.

Very good, Dao Yan's black history gains another entry.

Then, he won't be able to blackmail me anymore.

This was a survival skill acquired after experiencing hardship, a method learned under Nu Jiao's tutelage.

Qingqiu specialty, social death deterrence.

Wei Yuan didn't dwell too much on this matter. He asked Dao Yan about his previous experiences. The latter calmed his mind and recounted how he accidentally discovered this secret realm and then fought with the black-robed person. As for his own transformation into a Pure Land to protect the people behind him, he glossed over it.

"Also..."

Dao Yan paused, still deciding to say it, "When I entered the secret realm, I saw a stone tablet, possibly the legendary Hetu Luoshu, or at least one of them. Now, that black-robed person is probably heading to the deepest part."

Hetu Luoshu...

Wei Yuan looked ahead, only seeing a patch of darkness, with countless peach blossoms blooming there, the faint aura emanating from them making it impossible for even his spirit to penetrate. Wei Yuan pondered for a moment, then extended a finger, sending out a wisp of his true spirit aura. This was almost like willingly sacrificing himself to feed a tiger.

But these peach blossoms were different from the previous peach forest.

Even though Wei Yuan almost completely opened his surface consciousness, feeding his true spirit to them.

These peach blossoms actually held back, completely refusing to touch Wei Yuan's true spirit and memories.

As if it were the most vicious poison in the world.

Jue extended a finger, and a wisp of clear wind flew in, but it was also guided and deviated by the array formed by the peach blossoms. Slightly surprised, Dao Yan also made his own attempt. His expression sank slightly, and he slowly said:

"It seems that the peach blossoms are used as an array, turning into a secret realm within a secret realm. What we see is the surface, which is the peach blossoms, but inside are actually 'worlds'. That person can't stop us, or even exert the true power of this Peach Blossom Spring array, but simply using these highest-level arrays to block us is still possible."

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be a divine-era array."

"It may even be something from before the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors."

"Only the power of the divine era could create such unreasonable divine abilities."

Dao Yan spoke slowly, deliberately exaggerating the matter.

Then he looked at Wei Yuan, wanting to see a look of astonishment on the latter's face.

Then he failed as a matter of course.

"…………"

The monk silently shifted his gaze, feeling a sense of frustration that he wanted to show off but was dispelled invisibly.

"Divine era..."

Wei Yuan reached out and touched the peach blossoms. After refusing to touch Wei Yuan's memories, these peach blossoms finally showed their own uniqueness. Just the outermost peach blossoms were almost enough to swallow the Qin Yuan, forcing Feng Siyu to instinctively use Zhu Rong's divine magic, only Zhang Ruosu was unaffected.

Moreover, the defenses on the inside were even stronger than those on the outside.

Dao Yan pulled out his dagger and tried it.

Extremely tough, like tiger skin, but the hardness was actually not inferior to scales.

Dao Yan exhaled a breath of turbid air, used a Buddhist divine power, felt it slightly, and slowly said: "This secret realm is very strange. If we go according to ordinary people's perception, that person is eight hundred li away, and the road is full of such peach blossoms."

Almost unsolvable.

Dao Yan frowned, thought for a long time, but was still helpless: "It's too late."

The Land of the Nine Netherworlds.

Zhu Jiuyin and Nuwa, relying on the existence of Wei Yuan and Jue, evolved the heavenly secrets and ‘saw’ this scene happening in the mortal world. The woman with a stern expression held a peach blossom in her hand and said, "...That god used the peach forest transformed from Kuafu's staff as the foundation to evolve this secret realm in the mortal world. The difficulty is very high."

"Even if I were to enter now, it would be difficult to break this peach forest."

"It seems that this time, that little guy has no way."

Xuan Nu evolved what was happening in the depths of the peach forest, but there was something that could not be evolved, so there was always a blank space in this picture. Xuan Nu frowned slightly, still trying to deduce that blank space, but the more she evolved, the larger that blank space became.

Zhu Jiuyin was thoughtful.

But Wei Yuan knew what was in this depths.

In all likelihood, it was the Hetu Luoshu stone tablet. He looked at the frowning Dao Yan, who was trying to break through with Buddhist divine powers, but these eight hundred li of peach blossoms were connected by qi and veins, at least at this moment, they were constantly growing. Wei Yuan looked at Dao Yan and said, "This is..."

Dao Yan frowned and replied, "Buddhist divine powers, Exhaustion of Leakages, Knowledge of Past Lives."

"But, I can't break it."

"Exhaustion of Leakages cuts off all delusions of the Three Realms, and with the addition of Knowledge of Past Lives, the two combined could have forcibly broken what that person did, but the divine-era array is too difficult..."

He gnashed his teeth in secret hatred.

Wei Yuan was thoughtful.

"Exhaustion of Leakages..."

He raised his palm, imitating Dao Yan's appearance.

Dao Yan glanced at him and said unhappily, "Exhaustion of Leakages is the highest of the Six Supernatural Powers of my Buddhist school. I don't know how many monks who can burn out relics only master Heavenly Eye or Divine Foot in their lifetime, let alone Knowledge of Past Lives, let alone Exhaustion of Leakages."

"You don't..."

Wei Yuan slowly clenched his five fingers.

Dao Yan's voice stopped abruptly.

Faint golden streams of light seemed to appear around them.

"This, this is...?!"

Dao Yan lost his composure for a moment, feeling a sense of bewilderment at being absolutely crushed in an area of absolute confidence.

The surrounding Buddhist light shone everywhere, like a glass body. Wei Yuan just tried it, and didn't expect to use it. What he remembered last was the old monk who pressed his hand on his head, the gentle feeling of his palm still there, but he was alone.

Now, although the power of that Buddhist enlightened one had dissipated, the insights remained.

And the insights were being rapidly consumed.

Wei Yuan was silent, his eyes slightly closed.

As if the monk behind him was still quietly watching him.

So swordsmanship and Buddhist divine powers combined at this moment.

Using the Buddhist Knowledge of Past Lives as a guide, one can know one's own destiny and the past lives of all living beings in the Three Realms and Six Paths, as well as what they have done. Exhaustion of Leakages cuts off all three thousand afflictions, so cause and effect are unified, and all living beings in the Six Paths dissipate from one's own perception, leaving only one cause and one effect, pointing directly from beginning to end.

Using Buddhist divine powers to reverse the cause and effect to lock onto the enemy, and then draw the sword.

This shore, the other shore, using the body as a boat, boundless sea of suffering, crossing with a single sword.

Severing cause and effect, cutting off long-cherished wishes, cutting off the other shore, cutting down the stupa.

Therefore,

Everything, there is nothing that cannot be cut.

The five fingers clenched together.

In an instant, a boundless sharpness seemed to sweep across, but it also seemed to be just everyone's illusion. Heaven and earth froze, and then, the eight hundred li of peach forest in front of them, every peach tree and every peach blossom, slowly cracked from the middle, dissipating in an instant.

All obstacles on the road ahead had been removed.

The youth wearing black as the base and red patterned coat withdrew his palm.

A sense of loss.

But it was as if he were a heavy sword without a blade, exuding a sense of oppression that no one could ignore.

"...We can go."

He said.

Divine-era array.

The peach forest left by Kuafu—

Broken with a single sword.

Dao Yan looked at the slowly dissipating Buddhist light in the void, his voice hoarse:

"You... have you cultivated in Buddhism?"

"Cultivated in Buddhism? No..."

Wei Yuan shook his head, wistful for a long time, and then replied:

"I just accompanied a guy, turning from a person into a Buddha."

"And watched him turn from a Buddha back into a person."

"That's all."

……………………

In the picture deduced by Nuwa, it instantly blurred for a moment.

Then the eight hundred li of peach forest in front of them had disappeared. Her expression was slightly stunned.

"...This, he's quite capable."

Zhu Jiuyin was noncommittal and did not answer.

Their gaze fell down.

Nuwa also immediately realized something.

Their gazes fell on the table.

In the deduced picture, Wei Yuan seemed to raise his head, look here, smile, and nod.

He withdrew his gaze.

On the table, a peach blossom slowly withered.

The crack in the petals was like being cut by a sword, incomparably sharp.

Nuwa was speechless.

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