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The camphor tree outside the wall seems to have lost its spirit too.
An ant seemed to have lost its way, leaving the group and spinning around alone under a high doorstep.
Jiang Wang and Jing Li had been waiting outside Jianglong Temple with Ku Jue for two hours already...
The messenger monk said that he would go back and inform the abbot, then he left without a trace.
Kujue stood with his arms crossed, radiating an air of confidence. He looked more like a creditor demanding payment than a dejected man who had been turned away - even though all he had before him was a closed door.
It's quite remarkable that he could maintain such a proud and upright posture for two full hours, without even a slight change in stance.
Jiang Wang also stood, but he was very silent, silent like a piece of bluestone. He had always been patient enough.
Jing Li was wearing his straw hat, squatting beside him, occasionally glancing at his master. He seemed to want to say something, but he hesitated.
"Cough." Jiang Wang finally couldn't bear to watch the yellow-faced old monk continue to be embarrassed, so he said, "Perhaps the head of Long Dragon Temple is not here. Why don't we come back tomorrow"
Ku Jue let out a sigh of relief: "My dear disciple is right, that sickly kid Ku Bing probably went on a trip. Even if he knew my news and hurried back, it wouldn't be possible for him to arrive anytime soon. Another day, another day!"
He turned his head to look at Jingli: "Aren't you going to prepare some vegetarian meals for your junior brother Sitting there like a log, so slow and clumsy!"
Ching-li crouched still, only raising his eyes to look at Ku-jue: "Master, I feel... we shouldn't delay my junior brother's important tasks."
Kujue sneered at him: "What do you mean"
Jingli lowered his head and mumbled, "I mean, Junior Brother isn't going to fight Senior Uncle. It doesn't matter if Senior Uncle is here or not. He's looking for Jinghai anyway. I'll just go in and tell Jinghai, won't that do"
“You think you have more face than me, huh” Ku Jue pointed at him and said to Jiang Wang, “Hahaha, this kid actually thinks he has more face than me! He's so clueless about the weight of the next abbot of Xu Kong Temple! Don’t you find it funny”
Jiang Wang bowed to Jing Li and said, "Then I'll have to trouble the young monk."
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Jing Li was after all a good apprentice. Having received Jiang Wang's request, he still looked longingly at Ku Jue.
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"Go, go, go," Ku Jue impatiently waved his hand.
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"Look at this!" Jingli grinned, revealing a row of pearly white teeth like shards of snow.
The man stood up,
He hurried and dashed into the Dragon Suppression Temple through a side door.
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Outside the massive copper-studded gate,
Then there were only two people left.
This is a great opportunity to strengthen our bond.
"Hey." Ku Jue suddenly came over and bumped shoulders with Jiang Wang.
Even Jiang Wang, with his stable footing, almost stumbled.
"It's not your master boasting," he puffed up his chest, "If it wasn't for the ancestor's rule back then, that no one is allowed to cause trouble in Long Dragon Temple,"
Master had already gone in,
"Is that old geezer still trying to act high and mighty here Don't you know what your master was like at Hanging Cloud Temple"
He chattered incessantly: “I just thought poor, unfortunate senior brother was getting on in years and had such a tough life,”
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Tell him to be a monk for a few years first. In those countries, there's something called an emperor emeritus, right Your master is pretty much like that! You are now entering the monastic life by shaving your head,
The master can still arrange a shortcut for you,
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After me, it will be you. What do you think
Jiang Wang muttered, "When I first came to Xuankong Temple, I specially went outside the mountain to ask several believers about your whereabouts, wanting to see if you were in the temple...I asked many people, and they all said they didn't know who Master Ku Jue was."
This fact is indeed a bit embarrassing. But what does it matter to me I don't feel the slightest bit awkward.
“Only those with discerning eyes can truly recognize the Buddha!” He said with a sigh, “Your master is so humble! Devoutly worshiping Buddha,”
That was a really profound experience. You know It was like those Buddhist teachings,
I even told my hand, so tell me what you think.
What else doesn't your master understand Your master is indifferent to fame and fortune, unlike your uncles and aunts who are all about reputation. They cling to their positions and won't let go. Those mortals down in the mountains,
I only know the names of a few of them, but I don't know...
The true Buddha is in the mountains, the true Buddha is on the road, the true Buddha——
He made a circle in the air with his hand and said, "Like this."
Jiang Wang twitched his lips,
He smiled back, but said nothing.
Strike while the iron is hot.
The gate of the Dragon's Gate suddenly swung open!
A booming voice rose first— “Is it your apprentice who wants to spar with my apprentice”
And then came the lean, thin and emaciated man who seemed at death's door, but when he spoke, his voice boomed like thunder. He strode out of that courtyard.
A truly sacred Buddhist site, a grand temple of great renown. Yet, the figures outside resemble ruffians.
The real person inside the door looks like a bandit.
After the sickness, came Jingli the monk, clean and elegant.
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The bald man next to Master Jingli
I'd say the current state of the outer courtyard at Hanging Temple is the best.
The monk named Jinghai passed away.
His master was so thin that his bones were showing, yet he himself was a big fat man. He was three feet wide at the chest, with layers of fat on his face,
He is even fatter than Xuanpang.
“It’s my apprentice!” Ku Jue crossed his arms.
"How's it going"
The sick man stared at him for a while: "Who are you Is there anyone like you in our Xuankong Temple"
The headmaster of the Dragon's Gate, no matter what he said, spoke like thunder, shaking people to their core.
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"Uncle Shi," Jingli called out softly from behind.
Kǔ bìng yòu hēn le yī shēng, dàn zhēn gè jiù fàng guò zhè chà, zhuǎn shēn wǎng lǐ zǒu: "Yào dǎ jìu zhèng rén qí guī de dǎ, yě miǎn dé cè xīn rén bù zhī tiān gāo dì hòu, miǎn dé cè xīn rén wàng le yuán tóu běn jǐn!" ---Ku Bing let out another groan, but he truly let this pass. Turning around, he walked inside: “If you want to fight, do it properly and don’t act like you’re above everyone else. Remember your roots!”
He commanded, "Open the Dragon Subduing Platform!"
Its voice is like thunder from heaven, causing one's ears to ring and their spirit to be shaken. For those with an evil heart, it is inevitable that their soul will be scattered.
Kujue nonchalantly dug his ears and strode inside, not forgetting to call out to Jiang Wang: "My dear disciple, follow me! What did your master say Just a head of the Long Dragon Temple, daring to not give your master face The Long Dragon Platform has even been opened for you! Do you know what kind of honor this is"
He leaned close to Jiang Wang's ear, covering his mouth with his hand: "The last time it opened was because of that group of bald donkeys from Mount Sumeru. How is it Do you know your master's status now"
Jiang Wang blinked his eyes, only feeling that this yellow-faced old monk was indeed extraordinary.
The underhanded tactic the Dragon Slayers' Temple master had laid out turned into a stepping stone for him.
As for those like Chongxuan Fatty and Xu Gao'e, while they may be thick-skinned, they are still young and need to learn!
A lone figure wandered through the vast Dragon Subduing Temple, turning east and west. Along the way, all the monks performed the respectful gesture of looking attentively at Jiang Wang, their eyes filled with various expressions of curiosity.
His illness was so severe, it would be hard for anyone to bear hearing about it. They all knew this person had come to challenge Master Jinghai, but no one dared to approach him.
Not long after, everyone arrived before a gigantic Buddha statue.
It was so tall that its head and neck were completely shrouded in high clouds. One could only faintly see the outline of the Buddha's face when the clouds surged and moved.
It crossed its legs, and the lotus platform was like a mountain.
One of its Buddha palms is raised to its chest, and the other is outstretched—this outstretched palm is the Dragon Subduing Platform!
The thumb, index finger, middle finger, and little finger of the Buddha's hand are erect and curved, forming the high wall surrounding this Dragon Subduing Platform. Only the extended index finger constitutes the passageway into this Dragon Subduing Platform.
A group of people leaped into the sky, vanishing like smoke and clouds.
Relative to a human body, this Buddha's finger channel itself is also very wide, about enough to accommodate three carriages abreast.
As pedestrians walked along this passage, they couldn't help but look up in awe and feel the insignificance of their own existence.
Upon entering, one sees a vast palm of the Buddha. In the center of the palm, there is a raised platform built.
Below there were many bald heads, sitting all together, each one shining brighter than the next.
After the Buddha's palm square, there lies this colossal Buddha's arm stretching far into the distance, connecting to the magnificent Buddha body.
Even with his illness, Ku Bi didn't utter any meaningless words. He simply raised his chin and said, "Go on up."
Jing Hai looked like he was very obedient to his master. Upon hearing this, he immediately made a provocative expression toward Jiang Wang.
Jiang Wang smiled and nodded in response.
Just then, a hushed voice reached Jing's ears. It was Jingli, the monk, whispering conspiratorially: "The weakness of Jinghai's Indestructible Dragon Subduing Golden Body is in…"
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Jiang Wang felt both amused and helpless. He immediately transmitted a voice message to stop him: "Jingli Master... Jingli Xiaosheng, I'm here for a fair sparring session!"
Jing Hai looked at them with a wary expression: "What are you two whispering about!"
Jìng Lǐ wrinkled his nose: "Which eye did you see us transmitting with"
Jing Hai flew into a rage: "I saw it with my own two eyes!"
Jing Li clenched his fists and shook them at him. "You got it wrong!"
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Jing Hai immediately went to report his complaint to his master: "Master, you saw it! Jing Li, he's eating inside and out, eating inside and out!"
"Nonsense!" Jing Li said proudly, "Jing Shen, my junior brother, and I are both disciples of the same master. We are our own people!"
As the head of Dragon Court was a powerful cultivator, he could easily eavesdrop on Jingli and Jiang Wang's transmission and knew that Jiang Wang had rejected Jingli's request to betray them... He could have simply ignored it, but since his disciple had discovered this, he wanted to show his authority and support his disciple.
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At once, the withered finger pointed outward, and Ching-li, the monk, shouted, “Get out of here!”
The voice boomed like thunder, each syllable carrying a terrifying weight.
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Jingli looked at Ku Jue with a wronged expression.
The illness instantly glared at Ku Jue with a menacing look, as if saying, "If you dare to step out, I'll get rid of you too."
Ku Jue just smiled cheerfully, tucking his hands into his sleeves and saying nothing.
Unable to hold back the tears, Jingli could only walk out step by hesitant step, looking utterly miserable.
> At one moment, I gaze upon the high platform; at another, my eyes are fixed on the suffering of illness.
Though he didn't utter a word, his eyes spoke volumes. They were filled with pleading and despair.
"Alright, alright, just sit there. And no more talking!"
The voice was still like rolling thunder. Even when saying something nice, it sounded like an insult.
The good news of Qing Li's gift reached the ears of a hurrying messenger, who quickly turned back, standing upright and straight before the high platform.
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Kǔbìng shook his head: "A good little Glass Buddha, forced astray by some people!"
He made no attempt to hide his feelings, of course, his booming voice made it impossible to conceal anything. He even spoke to himself in a loud, theatrical manner, as if he were swearing an oath to the heavens, as if he was about to swear vengeance on the old rogue Kuge and purge the sect of its dissidents.
The only thing that surprised Jiang Wang was.
With his usual gruff and abrasive style, today he didn't even utter a single curse, let alone retort with sarcasm. It was as if he had undergone a transformation, becoming a devout Buddhist in recent times. No... he probably always has been one.
Jiang Wang cut off the irrelevant thoughts in his mind, and with a light step, he leaped onto the platform.
At this moment, his hat is still on his head, his raincoat is untied, and he stands alone in a green shirt, spine straight and tall. He looks like a sword standing there.
His sharpness is still concealed, but surely no one can ignore its edge.
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Regardless of how many bald heads are standing in the stands, or how important the people watching are, no matter whose home court this is...
Once in combat, all that appeared in Jiang Wang's eyes was his opponent and everything that could affect the outcome of the battle.
Jing Hai followed closely behind and flew up.
This high platform, standing in the Fuzang Square, lacks any superfluous decoration. However, it emanates an ancient and heavy aura, possessing a majesty that transcends time.
Even the high platform itself gave Jiang Wang a feeling akin to that of an ancient, moss-covered dragon.
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"Let's begin." The sick voice rasped.
His casual utterance was like a clap of thunder from the nine heavens.
Jiang Wang almost immediately activated his sound-hearing immortal state!
His ears shimmer with a jade-like glow, captivating the eye.
Jiang Wang had always been one who valued practical combat over elegance. He rarely displayed the jade glow when using the Sound-Hearing Immortal Form, so this time was a sign that he was struggling to control his power.
Having used the Sound-Hearing Immortal Form countless times, how could it still be difficult to control
Of course, it was because... he tried to control power that wasn't his.
It is the sound of thunder coming from a painful illness!
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Throughout his career, Jiang Wang's fame as a Sound Cultivator stemmed primarily from gathering combat intelligence and occasionally countering opponents' sound attacks. As the Eight Sounds Burning Sea Technique gradually fell behind in terms of combat effectiveness, he rarely used sound to directly attack his adversaries.
His encounter with Yi Tang of the Renxin Pavilion broadened his horizons and gave him a deeper understanding and appreciation of the power of sound.
At that time, Yi Tang used the sound of his sword draw as a diversion and launched a counterattack against him, striking relentlessly, shattering his Heavenly Earring state.
At this moment, he improvised and unknowingly used the sound of thunder that accompanied his illness to his advantage.
Then everyone saw——
Between Jiang Wang and the vast Qinghai Sea.
Suddenly, a large patch of lightning exploded!
Between flashes of lightning, a vibrant form takes shape, and upon the blazing electricity, a ring of fire ignites. In the intertwining of electricity and fire, a terrifying spirit is born!
Only the sound of chirping and rumbling thunder could be heard.
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Only the flash of lightning illuminated the entire Dragon Subduing Terrace, leaving no empty space.
This is...the Rai-on Flame Sparrow!
To appropriate the thunderous pronouncements of others as one's own is truly a wild and imaginative notion.
That is truly a stunning achievement!
First, the illness had no intention of fighting. It simply uttered the sound of thunder out of its mouth, and since this sound arose without an owner, it became possible to be used.
Secondly, Jiang Wang's sound-hearing immortal bearing is precisely the top-level voice control technique of this realm. His understanding of the way of sound is constantly improving, which allows him to realize such an illusion.
But even so, it is difficult to control the stability of Shen Wen Xian's state.
Just because it is so difficult, its power at this time is terrifying!
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The battle started in an instant. Outside the Hanging Temple, within its courtyard's first boundary, Jinghai, the top disciple of the Dragon Subduing Monastery's master, was already engulfed by a dense barrage of lightning bolts!
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