“Heavenly Mountain Transport.”
With a blow that blasted Duan Ran’s heart, Qing Yu did not drag his feet and directly drew back.
Shi Jue had already done so, grabbing the ring sword encrusted with the Silent Relic, not bothering to hide his identity, he stepped on the golden lotus and left at speed.
A few breaths later, a divine sense from the Dharma Sangha swept through the air, spanning several miles of distance and prying towards this place.
At this moment, the small farmhouse where Duan Ran lived had been razed to the ground after the ravages of the “Zephyr Wind” and the “Heaven and Earth Fault”, and if there were not some remaining wooden parts and building stones, no one would have thought that there was a small farmhouse standing here just a few moments ago.
“Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi is stirring, someone is using moves that transport Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi.”
“It’s traces of Daoist martial arts.”
In mid-air, several invisible and ma*sless divine senses communicated with each other.
“There are also people using Buddhist martial arts, other than my Dharma Sangha Temple’s All Dharma and Only Knowledge, there are other Buddhist paths.”
“The five poisons and eight sufferings, the invocation into the sea of suffering, and the Way of Silence.”
“The Lesser Buddhist Path.” Someone said indifferently.
“That person should have taken the path of ‘three transitions and twelve actions’, which is indeed the Hinayana Buddhist path without a doubt.”
“Although the perpetrator walked in a hurry, he did not forget to erase his breath, so there is no way to track him. But killing a disciple of my temple must not be left to chance.”
“As I recall, it was Tong Yin, the disciple who died here. Tong Yin had befriended Duan Ran, a lay disciple from Yuanshan Temple, and often came here to talk to him about Buddhism.”
“In that case, let’s use Duan Ran as a clue and start looking into it.”
Several channels of divine consciousness communicated with each other and settled on a conclusion, before sweeping off into the air again.
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Fifteen kilometres away from the murder scene, Qing Yu panted and stopped his stance.
After killing Duan, a great warning arose in Qing Yu’s heart, so he retreated without saying a word.
Using all his strength and burning some of his essence, Qing Yu ran a full fifteen kilometres in a short time with his light kung fu before stopping.
“It was a close trip ——” Qing Yu panted hard for a few breaths.
Monk Shi Jue’s Flesh Relic was indeed not easy to take, although killing that Dharma Sangha monk and Duan Ran didn’t hurt much, but that was because the Great Silent Blade was all carried by Shi Jue.
If Shi Jue hadn’t been in a hurry to take the Silent Flesh Relic and used his bottom card, this trip would have been a lost cause.
Moreover, in order to escape, Qing Yu had also burned a portion of his essence blood.
“It’s really ——” Another few sharp gasps of air, the after-effects fueled by burning essence blood, causing Qing Yu to be unable to slow down for a while.
“It’s ridiculous, killing the enemy didn’t hurt much, but fleeing for one’s life did.”
Chanting, Qing Yu’s true qi divided, “Zhouliu Earth Power” and “Zhouliu Thunder Power” merged, turning into mellow Yuan Qi to restore the loss of essence and blood.
The earth and thunder resumed.
The upper Kun and lower Zhen, the one Yang resumes, all things are prosperous, the masculine returns, the gentleman’s path is born. The effect of this move is similar to that of the One Yang Finger in the Golden Book, and has a notable healing effect on both internal and external injuries.
“Master Shi, you can run fast!”
A sharp panting sound rang out as the panting monk Shi Jue appeared not far away.
Compared to Qing Yu, Shi Jue looked even more powerless to die at this point. His face was pale, and he looked hollowed out, his body was even thinner than before, and his qi and blood were depleted to a very serious condition.
But on his face, he was smiling with joy, for his deadly struggle had finally paid off.
Shi Jue’s right hand was clutching a preceptor, and the silent relic on the preceptor was communicating with Shi Jue’s essence.
In Qing Yu’s eyes, although Shi Jue was in a state of decay, his essence was as complete as it had ever been.
Although Shi Jue was depleted, this Silence Relic had replenished something that he did not have in the past.
”Indeed, the Silent Inheritance is related to Shi Jue’s martial dao.” Qing Yu thought to himself as he observed Shi Jue’s situation.
With the help of the Silent Relic, and with the essence of that Flesh Relic that Shi Jue had previously absorbed, Shi Jue could be said to be unhindered on the path to the Divine Origin Realm.
”Among the younger generation, Shi Jue is probably the one who is most likely to keep up with my rate of progress.”
As Qing Yu was thinking, a small wooden box was suddenly handed in front of him. The wooden box was made of sandalwood throughout, with a dense Buddhist incantation carved on it, this was to prevent the breath of the internal objects from leaking out.
“Master Yu, as agreed, this flesh relic belongs to you.” Shi Jue handed the wooden box to Qing Yu and said with a smile.
“With this relic, it is not a waste of my trip.” Qing Yu was also impatient to incorporate this wooden box into his arms.
With this flesh relic left behind by a Tong Shen realm powerhouse from the Vajra Temple lineage, his body strength could definitely skyrocket. Perhaps, in the future, he would also have the opportunity to take advantage of his body strength to fight others with hard steel.
However, if he wanted to make the most of this meat relic, it would be better to cultivate a Buddhist body refining martial art.
Qing Yu quietly glanced at Monk Shi Jue, ‘The “Heart Zen Immortality Kung Fu” of the Great Zen Temple, what an eye candy!’
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Inside the Divine Capital City, in the Yun Lai Inn.
This intelligence stronghold of Department Six was destroyed by the aftermath of the battle during the Great Battle of God’s Capital, but fortunately, Department Six was so wealthy that it was rebuilt as quickly as possible after the battle ended.
In one of the top rooms of the Yun Lai Inn, the innkeeper was standing in front of a dark figure, reporting with trepidation, “Lord Wu Chang, after repeated confirmation, I have indeed found no trace of Gong Zi Yu in the Divine Capital. The last time Qinglong would show up in the Divine Capital was at the beginning of the year. At that time, the flower girl of the Heavenly Music Pavilion was killed on the spot by the a*sa*sins of the Green Dragon Society, and her corpse was not found in human form.”
“Is that all?”
Meng Wu Chang’s voice was inaudible, but when the innkeeper heard it, his body was shivering, obviously scared to death.
In fact, the innkeeper had only taken up his post three days ago, and the previous innkeeper had been slapped to death by Meng Wu Chang in a similar tone of voice. After he was slapped to death, he then smoothly promoted the innkeeper, who was still his deputy at the time, to the top.
So, the innkeeper is really panicking now. This situation was so similar to that of three days ago.
“How is the situation on the sixth prince Feng Chaonan’s side?”
It was good that Meng Wu Chang still had questions, here it made the innkeeper’s heart shush, it was good to have questions, if there were questions at least he would be able to survive.
“Feng Chaonan has been busy building momentum for himself so that he can ascend to the position of the overseeing prince at an early date, there has been no sign of contact with the Green Dragon Society.”
“Is that so? Looks like that ground rat is hiding deep!” Meng Wu Chang said sorrowfully, “If that’s the case, I will force you to come out and destroy your reliance on controlling Northern Zhou, and see if you come out.”
