thenovelthief [128] Dead Monk If You Don’T Beat Him To Death Today, I Will Beat You To Death (Please Customize)
[128] Dead Monk If You Don’T Beat Him To Death Today, I Will Beat You To Death (Please Customize)
Wang Zhou.
Also belongs to the southern region, just like the Twelve Caves of Nanshan.
The two are just a bit far apart.
Now that Wu Ping has broken through to the Dragon Transformation realm, there's no need for him to keep running back and forth to the Seven Blood Sect.
News of the imminent opening of the Tai Shan King's tomb has been spreading like wildfire.
Many cultivators have gone there upon hearing the news.
Although they definitely won't be able to eat meat, it would be nice if they could have some soup.
As for the treasures inside, like the physical body of the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva or the Black Lotus, they can forget about it.
But there are other secret treasures.
If they can obtain some, it would be of great benefit to them.
Although they know they might die.
They might become cannon fodder, but given the opportunity, most of them are willing to give it a try.
Just focusing on cultivation alone doesn't necessarily lead to a breakthrough in realm.
The growth of every strong cultivator is inseparable from external forces.
In the cities under the Two Yi Divine Mountains in the southern region.
This is roughly the location closest to the Tai Shan King's tomb, and also the largest city.
It is controlled by the top power, the Three Thousand Book Pavilion.
Two divine mountains, one black and one white, stand tall.
The peaks of the mountains connect with each other.
The white mountain hangs upside down in the air, while the black mountain stands on the ground.
Similar to the Seven Blood Sect's demonic nation.
The white mountain above is the main area where the Three Thousand Book Pavilion is located.
The black mountain below is the living area for outsiders, disciples' families, and elders' relatives.
However, compared to the strict and chaotic control of the Magic Kingdom, the area where the Three Thousand Book Pavilion is located appears to be more relaxed.
But now, due to the influx of many outsiders, it seems a bit noisy.
However, looking around, there are many people dressed as scholars.
Holding books, they read with a shaking head.
Wu Ping walked on the street, observing his surroundings.
He didn't know whether to say that this atmosphere was good or bad.
But in his heart, it seemed a bit excessive.
It was like in ancient times in his previous life, where all the scholars were taking the imperial examination in the capital, rushing for fame and answering the eight-legged essays together.
But because there were cultivators in this world.
Reading books could also cultivate the literary talent in one's heart, and speaking with talent could harm enemies and awe others.
There were even those who possessed the heavenly constitution, speaking with the authority of the law.
But ultimately, the fundamental reason was still the combination with spiritual power.
In a world where all flowers bloomed, spiritual power was like a foundation, with a stable and unshakable position.
Immortals, demons, Buddhas, and Taoists.
Even if all schools of thought coexisted, without the support of spiritual energy, they were all nothing.
It was like juice, whether it was zero additives or high-tech and hard work, drinking water was indispensable and the largest proportion.
This also made Wu Ping's emphasis on spiritual energy in his heart increase.
At the same time, he thought of a question.
"I wonder if those profound sayings and ancient books from my previous life, when brought into this world to cultivate literary talent and nurture a righteous spirit, would become particularly abnormal?"
The self who cultivated Buddhism had more merit than him.
The self who cultivated demonic arts had a heavier aura than him.
The self who cultivated Confucianism had a stronger literary talent than him.
As Wu Ping thought about it, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
But it's just a thought, he hasn't had the intention to give up being a demonic cultivator and become a Confucian cultivator.
Putting the cart before the horse.
Moreover, there are many rules for being a Confucian cultivator that Wu Ping can't tolerate.
"But I remember from the literature that this Confucian cultivator has a special emphasis on the Saint Weapon of Confucianism. If I go back and look for information, I don't know if I can find anything about those two and a half Saints. If I can bring them back, they might be valuable treasures."
"When the Saint Ruler is used, it makes others scream in pain."
"If I can find the handwritings and notes left by the Saints, it might directly maximize the effects."
Suddenly.
Wu Ping looked up.
Someone was flying in the distance.
He landed and bowed: "Amitabha, benefactor, I pay my respects."
While speaking, Wu Ping's hand moved slightly, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of pain behind him.
"Benefactor, please wait. I am not your enemy now. You still need me."
In the end, Wu Ping didn't draw the Buddha Whip.
"I don't know why, but I always want to hit you. Weren't you quite arrogant before? Why are you acting submissive now?"
Helplessly, the person with four eyes said, "I know I was wrong. Don't ask me where I went wrong, I just know I was wrong. Please forgive me, benefactor."
What can he do?
Argue with Wu Ping?
Who knows, in the next moment, Wu Ping might take out the Buddha Whip and whip him in front of everyone.
Then he would really be in trouble.
And it would be embarrassing.
So, don't ask, he was the one who was wrong.
Apologize first, then lower your head. By following this process, he believed that Wu Ping wouldn't raise his hand to hit someone who was smiling.
"Tsk, boring. Little monk, I still prefer your previous arrogant and confident demeanor."
Shaking his head, the person with four eyes said, "Benefactor, you're joking. I have prepared fine wine and delicacies to welcome you and wash away the dust. I've been waiting for you. I thought you were too busy to come."
"Are you complaining that I arrived late?"
"Where, where, I dare not say more than necessary. The donor arrived just in time."
"Alright, I'll give you credit for that statement. By the way, you're a monk, why did you break your vow and order fine wine and food?"
Wu Ping asked playfully.
"I don't drink, it's for the donor."
"Alright, enough chit-chat, let's go."
The person in front led the way, and Wu Ping followed closely.
Whispers filled the surroundings.
Four Eyes is quite famous.
Compared to Wu Ping, who became famous only recently, Four Eyes has been famous for many years.
Now he personally came to pick someone up.
This made many people who recognized Four Eyes speculate and whisper to their friends.
"Who is that person? He looks unfamiliar, I've never seen or heard of him before. He must have a lot of influence to have Four Eyes personally come to pick him up."
"Not only did he come to pick him up, did you not see Four Eyes' attitude? He practically had respect written all over his face. This person must be a terrifying genius from a powerful force that is not well-known."
"I can't imagine it. Is this the same Four Eyes who caused a stir at Xiao Lou Lake a few days ago, wielding his Zen staff and illuminating the world with Buddha's light?"
"I have a question about that. I was cultivating at home during that time and didn't go to watch the excitement. Why did Four Eyes fight with those geniuses at Xiao Lou Lake?"
"Isn't it because the Tai Shan King's tomb is about to open? Our Liang Yi Mountain is the closest and largest city to the general area of the Tai Shan King's tomb, so many people see this place as a stopover."
"There are all sorts of demons and monsters. When there are a lot of people, there will be more conflicts. But among the many factions, demonic cultivators and physical cultivators are the most rampant. However, demonic cultivators are mostly cunning and won't cause too much trouble."
"But physical cultivators are different. Those brutes have nothing but meat in their heads. They were arguing in Xiao Lou Lake. Among physical cultivators under thirty years old, who is the most outstanding, and among physical cultivators under fifty years old, whose physical body is the most terrifying."
"Many names of geniuses were mentioned."
"There's Tearing Heaven from the Infinite Mountain in the east, Wu Hui Sheng, Li Fang from the Twelve Caves in the south, those monks from the western region, oh right, Four Eyes is also among the nominees, after all, it's widely recognized that his physical body as a Buddhist cultivator is strong."
"There are hundreds of nominees."
"But after the nominations, Four Eyes, who should have just listened, stepped forward to argue, saying that the nominations were missing one person. Not only under fifty years old, even under eighty or one hundred years old, in a competition of physical bodies, he would be the undisputed first place."
"People became curious, wondering who this person was, so powerful at such a young age. How come they had never heard of him before?"
"These four eyes said that he is Wu Ping, from the Punishment Peak of the Seven Blood Sect."
"A strange name entered everyone's ears, and most people had never heard of it. They definitely couldn't accept it. They asked, why should an unknown person dare to claim that he is at the top of the rankings?"
The scholar continued, "Most people are also puzzled. Why should an unknown person like him, dare to claim that he is at the top of the Under Hundred Years Old Flesh Body Ranking, and he is only twenty years old? No one believes it."
"Wait, let me explain."
"Go ahead, tell us."
"Although there are few people who have heard of the name Wu Ping, it's not that there is no one. The demonic cultivators who were originally lying low came out to argue with the body cultivators about the deeds of Wu Ping from the Seven Blood Sect. He swept through the Four Reincarnated Spirit Children of the Vajra Sect with his physical strength alone."
"He even fought against opponents of higher realms. Listen carefully, he fought against opponents of higher realms and killed the Four Reincarnated Spirit Children of the Vajra Sect, namely Dalai, Danxi, Jialuoluo, and Zixian. And when Wu Ping killed the Dalai Spirit Child..."
"He was at the Ninth Level of the Spirit Palace!"
"And Dalai was at the Seventh Level of the Dragon Gate. He surpassed a major realm."
"Moreover, Dalai is the reincarnation of a living Buddha. No one believes it."
"Then the demonic cultivators and these physical cultivators started arguing. Seeing that these people, who only had chunks of flesh in their minds, didn't believe, Sìmù also stepped forward to testify, saying that what these demonic cultivators said was true.
"And he witnessed it with his own eyes. Wú Píng effortlessly killed Dànxī and Jiālóulú. Dálài was even punched into his Vajra True Body for self-preservation."
"Even in terms of physical cultivation, he couldn't compare to Wú Píng. He had traveled with Wú Píng before, and between his punches and kicks, he could easily shatter his physical body."
"These physical cultivators were speechless for a moment. So, guess what they said?"
The friend next to the scholar asked.
"What did they say?"
"These physical cultivators said that Sìmù is not worthy of being a Buddhist cultivator, as he is associating with demonic cultivators and helping the commercial cultivators spread their fame. Hahaha! These physical cultivators have really messed up their minds. They clearly talked about physical body rankings, but they had to bring up the relationship between Buddhist and demonic cultivators."
"Yeah, after that, these people suspected the truthfulness of Sìmù's and the demonic cultivators' words. They didn't believe it. Sìmù couldn't be bothered to argue with them and simply inserted his staff into the ground, opened his golden body, and made these physical cultivators cry and scream, feeling quite relieved."
"They even said that these people should leave early. If they encounter Wú Píng, they would lose their reputation for nothing. Wú Píng is not as easy to talk to as them. He would just give them a lesson. Now, when he speaks, who believes and who doesn't?"
"Under the golden body, all beings are equal. Who dares to say they don't believe? They can only nod and run away like birds and beasts scattering."
This discussion was not only happening in this marketplace road.
They continued on their way to Xiǎolóu Lake.
A few days ago, the remarkable performance of Si Mu was recognized by many people.
As the two of them went upstairs.
The glorious achievements of Si Mu were witnessed by others and spread through word of mouth.
And these discussions, which were almost identical, spread throughout the Ting Yu Building by the lake.
Wu Ping sat upstairs.
Si Mu poured wine.
The conversations of the people below fell into his ears without missing a word.
He looked at the monk with a complicated expression and said, "Are you saying that we should hide quietly and let others fight like mantises while we become sparrows? Isn't that a bad idea?"
"Besides, if you want to become famous, can't you do it alone? Why do you need me?"
Now everyone knows me, how can I be low-key? When we enter the tomb of Tai Shan Wang, half of the people will be watching you, the bald donkey, and the other half will be watching me. We will truly become brothers in trouble, with thousands of people fighting you and thousands of people fighting me."
"You really don't let me be the one to retreat and stand behind everyone, do you?"
"With you, I really have to admit defeat."
Si Mu felt a little guilty and changed the subject, "May I ask, what does 'let others fight like mantises while we become sparrows' mean?"
"It's a common saying, 'the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.'"
"Your way of changing the subject is really low-end."
Wu Ping directly exposed Si Mu's true intentions.
He had already figured it out. After this former great power and today's arrogant bald monk made such a publicity, there would probably be many people investigating his situation in the Tai Yi Mountain.
By then, he would be walking around with a shiny title on his head, attracting the gaze of others wherever he went.
Wherever he went, he would be stared at.
"'The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind,' a famous saying, rough in words but not in meaning. I have learned it, please accept my respect."
"Get lost, just looking at you makes me angry."
Wu Ping was really annoyed by others when he looked at this monk.
Unfortunately, this matter of the Tai Shan King's tomb is something that he can still make use of.
The two of them remained silent, only bowing their heads and looking at the water bowl.
He knew he was in the wrong.
Wu Ping drank alcohol while he drank water.
"Little monk, have a drink?"
"No, no, there is a precept against alcohol in the monastic rules, so I cannot drink," the young monk replied.
Wu Ping smiled and said, "Monk, I remember I told you before that killing to protect life is the principle of Xin Ya Pai, right?"
The young monk nodded.
"Then let me teach you another saying today: 'After alcohol and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha remains in the heart.' Will you learn it?"
The young monk's brows furrowed in confusion.
After alcohol and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha remains in the heart. He had attained a deep understanding of Buddhist teachings and knew that practicing Buddhism was not just about reciting Buddhist scriptures, but also about cultivating the mind. The Buddha resides in the heart, not just in words.
The four-eyed person looked up and asked, "Is there anyone behind you, sir?"
"There is, why wouldn't there be? If people were to learn from me, it would be like entering the path of demons. What about it? You, a monk who dares to oppose the teachings of Buddhism, are you afraid of facing extraordinary principles, acting upon them, and not succeeding?"
If it was only the first half of the sentence,
The four-eyed person might not necessarily drink.
But with the second half of the sentence, an atmosphere of being unique and independent is imposed.
This wine must be drunk by the four-eyed person.
And he wants to drink it!
Isn't the path he walks all about being unique and independent?
He took the wine jar.
And put it to his mouth (good, good) and took a sip.
"I toast to you, sir. I'm done!"
Dun dun dun dun dun......
Very interesting indeed.
Now Wu Ping finally understands the feelings of those who used to chat with foot-washing girls in their past lives.
Getting involved in a good family, turning over a new leaf.
This is truly unethical.
Wu Ping's smile was a bit mischievous as he raised his wine bowl, pretended to toast, and then drank alone.
The wine entered his stomach.
Wu Ping: "Alright, I came to find you, you deal with it yourself."
Several people dressed in fancy clothes quickly approached.
The leader saw Wu Ping drinking and laughed heartily: "I knew you were a fake monk, speaking up for the demonic cultivators, insulting our Qitian Battle Mansion disciples. Four Eyes, why don't you come out and have a fight with me? If you lose, you have to apologize to the disciples of our Qitian Battle Mansion and admit that Wu Ping is full of nonsense, claiming to be number one! Pah!"
"Pei Yulong from the Qitian Battle Mansion?"
"This should be interesting. I just don't know if Four Eyes can defeat him."
"Are you kidding? Four Eyes is no ordinary person. How could he not defeat Pei Yulong?"
"That's not necessarily true. Pei Yulong has a great reputation. He can capture dragons barehanded and collide with mountains and tigers. These are not things that ordinary people can do. He is a formidable opponent, a fierce and invincible warrior."
Wu Ping frowned as he listened. What does this have to do with him!?
Is this person crazy? If Four Eyes loses, can't he just apologize? Why does he have to drag him into it?
Damn it.
The surname is Pei. The Ni Chang Fairy he killed in Kuangzhou before also had the surname Pei and was also from the Qitian Battle Mansion.
Wu Ping thought to himself.
Seeing Four Eyes still looking at him, he scolded, "Why are you looking at me? Do I have something on my face? Look at him. If you can't kill him today, I'll kill you."
Four Eyes, who had been scolded, stood up, shook his head, and looked helpless. "Goodness, goodness. I have already warned everyone not to provoke him, not to provoke him. It will only cost you your life. Why do you still want to seek death?"
"I'm sorry, benefactor. Today, I must ask you to die and meet the Buddha in the afterlife."
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