The Second Volume Provincial City Chapter Eighty-Seven Fists of Sorrow

  "What was I doing two days ago?"

  "You were fighting, constantly fighting. First with a young girl, and you ended up losing miserably; then with an invisible fairy who was left in the mortal world, you fought for half a day and won in a muddled way; finally, you were surrounded by a group of old Taoist priests, but you managed to escape valiantly."

  "Why should I fight?"

  Because others want to lock you up on Mount Wudang as a little cow's nose.

  "Why lock me up?"

  "Because you are very strong, indeed very strong, they fear that if you stay in the provincial city's Return to Origin Temple, it will have too great an impact on their plans."

  "Will I sound too narcissistic if I say so... What's his plan then?"

  "Hmm... Apparently, it's said that they plan to sneak into the rear garden of Kigen Temple to take on your master."

  "Hmm... You say the other party wants to do this heaven-defying thing, isn't there a bit of a suspicion that they're looking for death?"

  "Hmm... I think so too...... But do you think Qin Zier's IQ is as high as Gulunmu's?"

  "If she is Gulongmu, I am Ouba!"

  "It seems she really has a way to enter the back garden of Huiyuan Temple against the sky."

  "Could it be that Vajra Demon-Subduing Circle? Although it's very powerful, even more solid than the Great Wall, but I just can't figure out what use it would be against that monkey."

  "The monkey is your master, show some respect."

  "I'd rather not know about this, lest I get so scared that I wet my bed. In the future, if Master asks me to find Buddha and go over old accounts, I'll be done for."

  "Shameless guy."

  "Great, glorious and correct is the change."

  "If you're afraid of trouble, why are you still heading to the provincial city?"

  "If something really happens to Master, I'll be finished if I take a step back."

  "What are you going to do?"

  "Let's keep fighting then, I'm not good at this sort of thing but it's just a familiar trade, Qin Zier has been training me for the past two days and I'm almost ready, might as well give it a try."

  "But you're a terrible fighter."

  Remained silent for a long time.

  "Maybe I still prefer those monks in Huiyuan Temple, and you know I like watching Journey to the West."

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  Fat red bird flying in the sky, bitter little Yi running on the ground. The road from Wudang to the provincial city may not be far in his eyes, but the loneliness along the way is hard to overcome. So he began to hold a self-questioning and answering dialogue with himself, and in this extremely un-nutritious monologue, Little Yi ran back to the provincial city.

  Entering the city, slowing down, hailing a taxi, and getting off at the entrance of Guiyuan Temple, only to discover that there was no money on me - not a single note in the Taoist robe I had snatched from outside Wudang Mountain.

  "A very disappointing discovery."

  Yitian walked with a faint smile, looking like a kind and lovely little Taoist priest: "Driver brother, I forgot to bring money, let's just consider it as alms for you." After saying this, he left the stunned taxi driver who didn't have time to react and ask for the fare, and walked towards the entrance of the Guiyuan Temple. About ten meters away from the temple gate, he discovered a huge anomaly - under the vertical signboard of the temple, two groups of people were standing clearly divided.

  Not practitioners, but officials and soldiers, which is now referred to as national violent organs.

  One team is made up of soldiers, with stern faces; one team is made up of special police, with fierce looks.

  Yi Tian's mind turned slightly, and he immediately understood what was going on. Since Qin Zi could summon military planes during their racing competition, it was clear that the upper three days had a deep connection with the military. And Brin Guru easily rescued himself from the Public Security Bureau, indicating that his relationship with the provincial police was also good. But now that both sides have mobilized secular forces, who knows what kind of mess has been created inside?

  He was so anxious that he couldn't care about the crowd, and with a slight touch of his toes on the ground, he turned into a figure carrying dust and rushed into the Temple of Return before the two teams of soldiers and police could react.

  These two groups of people had obviously been deliberately summoned, and they were not surprised to meet such a rude person, nor did they take action. The leading lieutenant and the police chief exchanged a glance. The police chief walked forward, lit a cigarette for the lieutenant, and asked with a hint of curiosity: "Brother, today's task is quite strange. Only monks and Taoist priests are allowed in, but tourists are not. What's going on inside?"

  The lieutenant frowned: "Not very clear, maybe there's some important figure entering the Temple of a Hundred Arhats?"

  The chief inspector flicked his cigarette ash and suddenly said: "That person who just went in, we haven't even asked for his name yet."

  "Don't be afraid." The lieutenant comforted him: "Take a closer look, that's just a little Taoist priest."

  "It's settled then." The chief's goal was achieved, and he smiled more relaxedly. "As previously agreed, the monk will be under my jurisdiction, and the Taoist priest will be under yours. That way, I won't have anything to do with it anymore."

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  Contrary to "Easy Heavenly Daoist" Yi Tian Xing's expectations, the atmosphere inside Hui Yuan Temple was very calm.

  Even the sound of Buddhist chanting can still be heard as usual.

  Arriving at the Houyuan, the lotus leaves on the lake still appear slightly wilted, and the Hexagonal Pavilion in the center of the lake remains unchanged. However, several powerful figures are now standing far away around the originally quiet and secluded thatched cottage.

  A true master.

  Even from a distance, Yi Tianxing could sense the surging aura and prestige emanating from these cultivators.

  While Yitian Xing had just recognized the perverted master a few days ago, that old ancestor who lived in the Temple of Return for hundreds of years was quietly staying in the thatched cottage, without making a sound or any reaction.

  Qin Zi wore a light blue shirt with his hands behind his back, gazing in the direction of the thatched cottage across the lake.

  The Vajra formation that had been quietly guarding the outside of the thatched cottage was normally invisible during the daytime, but at this moment, under the gentle touch of the auspicious heavenly cultivators' powers, it revealed a faint cyan color.

  And over the entire back garden of the Temple of Return to the Origin, there is an even larger visual and auditory boundary, apparently to prevent any unusual movements from startling the ordinary citizens of the provincial city.

  "You're a clever person, you should know why the monks at Huiyuan Temple didn't stop you." Yi Tian walked to Qin Zi's back.

  No monks came out of the Temple of Return to the Origin, and the entire rear garden became a world under Jixiang Tian's control.

  Qin Zi didn't turn around and said softly: "Have you seen Su San Jie? In Hong Tong County, there are no good people."

  "Then you still insist on entering this backyard?"

  "In this world, there are always some things that we must do." Qin Zi's profile made Yi Tianxing feel a kind of unyielding determination. He was originally extremely resentful, but now looking at this young woman who knew she was about to face a terrifying existence, yet still persisted in doing so, the filial piety behind her persistence moved Yi Tianxing somewhat. In today's world, it was indeed rare for someone like Xuan Yue to save her father.

  But it's just touching.

  "Do you know why I wasn't very angry when you attacked me earlier?" Yi Tianxing tore off a corner of his Taoist robe's wide sleeve, revealing an ordinary-looking fist.

  "Because I've been unkillable since I was young, and untouchable by pain, I have no fear of death or injury. So the kind of harm that would be hurtful to ordinary people doesn't feel like harm to me. Even if you were to try to kill me on a stone bridge, I wouldn't think much of it, because I know you can't actually kill me - at most, you could just scare me." He curled up the corner of his mouth in a smile. "And being scared by a pretty girl isn't exactly unbearable for me. It wasn't until you deceived me again that I started to get angry. Am I a monster? Monsters' emotions always seem to come a bit slowly - maybe that's what they call being dull?"

  "Sorry." Qin Zi'er's shoulders moved slightly, but she didn't turn around.

  "But you shouldn't have insisted on going to Yuan Temple to cause trouble, this matter is not reasonable at all." Yi Tianxing shook his finger, then clasped his hands together tightly, revealing the pale color of his knuckles.

  "It concerns my family, please forgive me." It seems that she is afraid of disturbing the powerful people in the Heavenly Gate and triggering the Golden Fow-Meng Circle's aura, so Qin Ziyue's tone is weak.

  "So you can take advantage of the strong heavenly cloak and deliberately feud with the Buddhist sect? I bet, your seniors in the sect don't know what you're doing." Yi Tianxing looked at him with a hint of pity.

  "On Mount Wudang, you also said that you have always believed in the theory of correct goals, and there is no need for moral evaluation of means."

  "The goal is correct, and indeed there's no need for evaluation methods. But the problem now is that your method makes me very unhappy, most importantly, your goal and my goal are fundamentally in conflict."

  Qin Zier suddenly turned around, "Then do you have a father? Do you know the feeling of watching your own father leave you forever because of a very absurd reason?"

  "I have no father or mother." Yi Tianxing replied quietly, but his voice suddenly grew louder: "But I have family teachings!"

  Qin Zier was so angry that her whole body was trembling.

  Then she saw a fist coming towards her, almost as fast as a bullet, with a faint Buddhist glow on it.

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  Qin Zier's eyelashes slightly lifted, her clean and jade-like hands merged in front of her chest, forming a Ziwei seal: her little finger crossed over the back of her ring finger, her middle finger hooked down. Her thumb pressed against the third joint of her ring finger, her middle finger pressed against the horizontal line on her palm, and she gently blocked it like this.

  A dull thud.

  A figure flew up.

  Qin Zier floated down to the ground, only to discover that her Purple Mansion Decision had no effect at all, and she felt as if she had been struck by a heavy blow right in the chest.

  "It's not a big handprint!" Qin Zier's pale lips overflowed with a thread of fresh blood, bewildered and inexplicable.

  Yitian Xing blew air onto his own fist and smiled: "Just brute force."

  He's not a fool, having experienced the defeat of Wudang, how would he think to compete with this young master in terms of cultivation methods? Using one's strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses, and isn't Xiao Yi's strongest aspect precisely that brute strength? Naturally, he would choose physical attacks rather than magic. As for the Buddha light on his fist earlier, it was completely a ruse, and even when wrapped around Ye Xiang at Guiyuan Temple that night, it only managed to leave a superficial handprint, but unexpectedly it had an effect.

  On the other hand, the masters of Jixiangtian were solemnly and carefully manipulating the Fumo Golden Circle. The pale blue light suddenly became much thicker in an instant, and the power of the Golden Circle began to gradually reveal itself. The four masters who had their palms lightly pressed against the Golden Circle had deep wrinkles on their faces, while Zhu Shu, who was supervising from behind, was anxiously tilting his head, monitoring the movements inside the small thatched cottage, seemingly not caring about Qin Zier's injury at all.

  Yi Tian Xing took a deep breath and charged forward. As he did, his left hand, which had been hanging by his side, formed a subtle bridge with his thumb and index finger. His right hand, initially flat and palm-up, quickly clenched into a fist and shot towards Qin Zi Er.

  Qin Zier's eyebrows furrowed, her body drifted to the left, and with a wave of her right hand, she conjured up a sword move. The familiar yet detestable giant sword "Easy Heaven" reappeared out of thin air and struck itself on her own body.

  "Didn't I just melt it? How did it come out again?" Yi Tianxing only had time to think this, before being chopped on the shoulder by a large sword, slightly painful, and heavily fell to the ground.

  It was a contest between electric fire and stone, his fist that had been conjured up with the sweet dew handprint struck empty air.

  Hitting in mid-air does not mean hitting nothing.

  Yi Tianxing calculated that it was just like this, and while his body was still falling down, he sat in meditation and quickly operated the Three Flavors Scripture, forcing all the true fire in his body out along his arm. That punch, that empty punch, had become a fire fist.

  The heavenly fire left his body and, under the subtle control of the Heart Sutra, maintained the shape of a fist, bright red and menacing. The fierce flame fist burst out and struck the pale blue Vajra Demon Subduing Circle with great force.

  A loud noise came from that place, was blocked by the barrier of the back garden of the Temple of Return to the Origin, and the sound wave bounced back into the garden, rising and falling, lingering on.

  The heavenly fire and the pale blue light ring touched, and immediately dispersed. The blue light ring became exceptionally bright, and the four auspicious heavenly experts were shocked, simultaneously spitting out a mouthful of blood that splattered onto the blue light ring, but it didn't seep in, instead reflecting a deep red against the dark green, making it look even more ominous!

  Qin Zier said in a cold voice, "You're such an impulsive young man. Do you know how perilous this formation is? Even if you leave the True Martial Hall and shed your demonic identity, I'll keep my promise not to bother you according to our wager. Please also keep yours."

  "You can kill me and I won't get angry, what are you getting worked up about?" Yi Tianxing sneered: "I advise you to give up, from what I know, the person inside isn't someone who can be trapped by a single Fowu Golden Circle." Indeed, Laozu's abilities included transmitting voices into ears, capturing birds in mid-air, and retrieving his Tianxia cloak and heavenly fire with ease - when had he ever been trapped by a Golden Circle?

  "Is it?" Qin Zi remained unmoved and instead formed a sword gesture with his hand.

  And the four masters also endured their injuries, lightly placing their right palms on the Golden Fow-Mo Circle. The positions of these four people were also very peculiar, forming a perfect arc with Qin Zhi's position in the array eye. As soon as Qin Zhi pinched his sword fingers, he felt that the true yuan between heaven and earth was being drawn over by the four masters at the same time, and then converged onto Qin Zhi's body.

  "Cut!"

  Qin Zi let out a clear cry, and suddenly a bolt of lightning appeared in the sky above the back garden of Guiyuan Temple, striking directly at the Fumo Golden Vajra Circle.

  No earth-shattering crash occurred as expected, but instead, the pale blue Vajra Circle of Subduing Devils slowly began to rotate.

  "Bad!" Master Bin Ku, who was carefree and enjoying his tea in a teahouse outside the Huiyuan Temple, exclaimed: "Why hasn't our ancestor made a move yet? The power of the Vajra Circle has weakened so much, how can it conceal his aura?"

  The Demon-Subduing Vajra Wheel turned once, and the aura of the old ancestor that had been hidden in it finally burst out. The kind of earth-shattering gaze, although only revealed a little, also made Young Master Qin Zi greatly moved.

  But unexpectedly, this momentum had just come out of the garden when it encountered a huge obstacle.

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  What is the secret of the Temple of Return? Yi Tianxing had thought it was that bloody book, the Lingjiao Jing, but later he came to understand that it was actually the old ancestor in the backyard who had been locked up for five hundred years. And since the old ancestor could be locked up here, there must be some object that could subdue him - Yi Tianxing thought of this and broke out in a cold sweat.

  In the city of Gaoyang, he had flipped through a tourist guide to the provincial capital in the library. When it came to the Guiyuan Temple, apart from mentioning the Arhat statues, it also noted a characteristic of the temple's architecture. The halls of the Guiyuan Temple were all arranged in the shape of the Chinese character for "dispersal". If someone could fly and look down from mid-air, the buildings would appear to be randomly constructed, but actually they formed a very interesting pattern - just like a Buddhist robe.

  At this time, the strange phenomenon that occurred in the Guiyuan Temple made it easy for Yitian Xing to recall what was written on the tourist guide.

  The Vajra Demon Subduing Circle slightly loosened, and the ancestral aura seeped out, as if moved by its boundless power. The rooftops of all the halls in the Return to the Origin Temple responded to the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle from afar, emitting a faint blue-green glow. These glows floated up to a height of one zhang above the rooftops, gradually merging into a large piece, which upon closer inspection resembled a large piece of colorful brocade floating in the air above the Return to the Origin Temple.

  Yitian Xing was almost frozen to death by the Tianjiaoshan Temple's heavenly cloak.

  And at this moment, the halls of the Temple of Return to the Origin... aren't they just a giant version of the Heavenly Cloak!

  What kind of energy can such a terrifying array contain?

  Yi Tianxing stretched out his palm and spat out the Heavenly Fire Blade, his voice trembling slightly: "You still deceived me, you're not trying to trigger the Fumo Golden Circle, but rather weaken it, letting the ancestor's aura dissipate, then let this unknown large array outside take his life."

  Qin Zi's face also had an irrepressible tension: "You finally understand."

  Yi Tian Xing said coldly, "So the Golden Hoop was originally not used to trap the Old Ancestor, but rather to conceal the Old Ancestor's aura, allowing him to evade the powerful array outside."

  Qin Zhi's beautiful face slightly revealed a hint of paleness: "You understand too late, the real Tian Jia Suo array has already been activated. If you don't leave now, you might end up losing your life soon. Besides, our bet clearly stated that you are not allowed to interfere with my affairs with Guiyuan Temple."

  Yi Tianxing shook his head, saying firmly: "As for the bet, you deceived me twice, and I will also lay some ambushes in my words. I said that as long as you don't harm my loved ones, I naturally won't stop you, but if the old ancestor is in danger, I naturally won't ignore it."

  Qin Zi's long eyelashes blinked slightly, as if controlling the weakening of the Golden Circle's power, somewhat laboriously: "What is your relationship with the people in this thatched cottage?"

  Yi Tianxing held the Heaven Fire Knife in his hand and said quietly: "It's my master, it's my master that I just recognized two days ago."

  As soon as his voice fell, he knelt on the ground with one fist and slammed it into the ground, shaking the bluestone slab half a foot off the ground. The fire element in his fist was completely spewed out, and from the ground, several fire dragons were sprayed at the four auspicious heavenly masters standing outside the Vajra circle.