Martial Boss Chapter 378

A few miles away from the Dharma Sangha Temple, on a small hill.

Qing Yu and Shi Jue simultaneously used their pupils to observe the small farmhouse in the distance.

“Monk, there should be two people in that house.” Qing Yu said after watching for a while.

“One of the two auras in the courtyard was Zen-like, with a hint of emptiness and silence, which should be the target of this trip – Duan Ran, the “Dharma Guest”.

This man is a disciple of the Zen sect, Yuanshan Temple, and it is only natural that his aura should be filled with Zen intent. The faintest hint of silence should be Duan Ran’s silent relic.

The other aura, subtle and mysterious, with the sharpness of going forward and analysing the truth of all dharma, should be that of a monk belonging to the Dharma Sangha.

The Dharma Sangha was founded by Venerable Sanzang, the first Buddhist monk to go to the ancestral court of the PeaC*ck Dynasty to seek the Dharma.

Only those who truly understand the Dharma, know Buddha’s nature and understand Buddha’s reasoning can embark on a straightforward path.

The Dharma Sangha represents a sect that focuses more on the Buddha’s teachings than the Zen sect, which focuses on the Buddha’s nature, so the threshold for accepting disciples is much higher than that of the Zen sect. As a result, although Dharma Sangha is one of the three great Buddhist temples, the number of disciples under it is not as high as some first-cla*s temples.

However, it is also because the small number of disciples does not mean that they are weak, but all monks who come from Dharma Sangha are first-cla*s martial artists, first-cla*s elites.

“How about it? Want to strike now?” Qing Yu asked to his employer this time.

In theory, this would be the best time to wait for the monks from Dharma Sangha to leave before striking, but Monk Shi Jue was in a rare state of hesitation.

Qing Yu could see a hint of urgency on Monk Shi Jue’s face.

It was subtle, but profound. Shi Jue was truly going to desire that Silence Relic, he desperately needed it.

”The Silence Inheritance, it seems to be very important to Shi Jue, with his nature, it could very well be related to his future path.” Qing Yu thought to himself.

He deeply knew that Shi Jue and himself were a similar type of person, and the only thing that could be extremely important to the martial path ahead was for them to show such a demeanour.

”So, what would Shi Jue’s martial dao be like?” Qing Yu was curious.

“Let’s do it straight away,” said Shi Jue, taking a deep breath, “the later the better.”

With that, Shi Jue ripped off his monk’s robe, revealing the black power suit inside, then wrapped his shiny head, along with his face, in a black turban and put on his bucket hat.

In the blink of an eye, the ‘Little Buddha’ of the Great Zen Temple became a sneaky man of unknown origin.

Unlike Shi Jue, Qing Yu instead took off his bronze mask, revealing a disguised middle-aged uncle’s face.

“Hide your identity.” Qing Yu said to Shi Jue as he took the bronze mask into his arms.

As already mentioned, this identity of Gong Zi Yu’s was not far from the point where everyone was shouting at him in Great Qian, if not to the point of being shouted at. The four great Taoist clans had offended two, the Six Sects of the Great Qian were eyeing the other side, and there might be people from the Devil’s Way secretly waiting for the remaining “Secret Book of Earth Survey” in Qing Yu’s hand.

If it was really known that Gong Zi Yu had left the Northern Zhou, this Great Qian would certainly be very lively.

A few miles away, for a Divine Origin realm martial artist, he would be there in a few moments.

Qing Yu arrived first, his two palms each exercising “Zhouliu Wind Power” and “Zhouliu Ze Power”, both of them converging, “Ze Wind Greatly Over.”

The wind was so strong that the small farmhouse was instantly destroyed and reduced to rubble.

“Who was that?”

“Who is that?”

The two men in the house were among the top experts in the Divine Origin realm, and although they were caught off guard by the attack, they were unharmed and broke through the collapsed house to shout.

However, their enemy had come for a quick victory and would not waste any time in talking to them.

Duan Ran and the monk from the Dharma Sangha Temple fell into the Yellow Springs of the Nine Underworlds as they were swept away by the waves of yellow Qi.

“The Sea of Bitterness.” X2

The two vocalized in unison.

They were both Buddhist disciples, so how could they not feel that this qi, which looked a bit like a yellow spring, was created in reference to the Sea of Bitterness taught by the Buddhist sect.

Immediately, the two of them guarded their minds tightly to contain the torrent of bitterness that pervaded their hearts and minds.

After the battle at the Thousand Kungfu Fortress, Monk Shi Jue had made another advancement, and the seven sufferings had become eight sufferings.

Woe to the six senses, sinking into the eight sufferings, without a great sage, who can save the Bridge of Wisdom.

Only a great sage of the Buddhist school, a person of great enlightenment, can be freed from the sea of suffering.

Duan Ran and the two of them are sons of the Buddhist sect, so they naturally know that only with great enlightenment can they be freed from this sea of suffering. But is it so easy to achieve great enlightenment? At least not for them.

Instead, because they were both Buddhist disciples, they had a greater understanding and a deeper fear of the Sea of Bitterness in their hearts, and their sinking intention was instead more obvious.

“Om.” Suddenly, they heard a single word of truth that broke through the obsession.

As expected of a sect specialising in spiritual awareness, the Dharma Sangha monk spoke the “Om” in the six words of the Buddhist sect, and his divine thoughts turned into a wielding sword, cutting through all suffering.

“Fellow Buddha Duan, poor monk is here to help you.”

The divine thought wielding sword rushed towards Duan Ran, wanting to cut away the sinking suffering that struck his heart and mind.

However, as soon as the monk made his move, he felt that a million images were strewn before his eyes, a myriad of images, constantly circulating before his eyes, so fast that even though this monk from Dharma Sangha Temple had a superior divine sense, he could not help but feel a sense of nausea.

In the midst of this bizarre spectacle, there was a person whose form flickered and shifted before the monk’s eyes.

“Why should the monk disturb others in their actions?”

It was as if there was a heaven and earth in Qing Yu’s eyes, and the power of his mind evolved all sorts of scenes, trapping the monk’s divine consciousness into them.

Ever since he had obtained the “Ten Thousand Paths of the Morrow”, Qing Yu had always used this divine technique to control other martial arts, or used the power of his mind to secretly undermine others, but this was the first time that he had used the power of his mind to create an illusion.

It must be said that the power of the mind has many wonderful uses, and the illusionary realm that it creates to trap others is something else.

However, the illusion realm used for the first time could not trap the senior disciples of Fa Xiang Temple.

So, after all, it is better to use a real blow.

With his hands raised, the qi of clarity on his left hand overflowed and rose, while the qi of muddiness on his right hand sank down, his hands drawing a circle to form a taiji, and the two qi of clarity and muddiness collided.

“Heaven and earth no.”

The qi of heaven and earth do not meet as the qi of heaven and earth are on top and the qi of earth is on the bottom.

“Boom…”

The two qi that do not intersect merge, and between Qing Yu’s hands, chaos reigns as endless destruction rages.

As the main confronter of this move, the monk could only feel that everything around him was trembling, as if heaven and earth were overturning. This was not an illusion, at least the earth was truly trembling where Qing Yu was at the moment.