Chapter 56

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In the midst of cherry blossoms dancing in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of the promise written inside.

Now, the Weijing Sect is hidden on Mount Tai, with Grandpa Hua as the respected leader. All the warlords dare not offend him, making him a very powerful figure.

The fourth is the Dingjia Sect, which uses yin-yang techniques to control spirits. They are said to be the disciples of Yang Jian, the disciple of Yuding Zhenren. Their techniques can control ghosts, spirits, mountain goblins, and demons. They talk about spirit control, soul control, and body control. Although they don't say much, they are extremely powerful in battle, with one person capable of matching a thousand soldiers.

These four branches are all open and have connections and interactions with each other. Sometimes, they even gather their disciples for competitions. Since they all originate from the same source, there's no problem with that. However, we are not very familiar with the last branch, the Bafan Sect. We only know its name, which is said to be passed down from Zhuge Wu Hou. The Bafan Sect is very mysterious, and I don't like it.

From his expression, it was clear that he didn't like the last sect, with his eyes full of dissatisfaction. It was unclear whether there was any grudge. Zhizunbao, who had just said something wrong, now followed his lead: "Oh! So this Bafan Sect isn't very capable and only dares to hide in the dark and brag?"

Upon hearing this, Kucha Master shook his head repeatedly: "Not at all!" Since he had already talked a lot, he decided to continue: "I have never talked about the Bafan Sect before, but today I will tell you all about it. I want you to understand that there are always people better than you, and you must never underestimate others. Tianlong, listen carefully to my lips."

Qingmei and Tianlong both looked very eager, clearly having heard of the mysterious Bafan Sect before but never having the chance to learn more. Tianlong quickly filled his master's teapot with water to avoid any interruptions.

"The Bafan Sect has always been a very mysterious sect, not only to outsiders but even to us yin-yang masters. They act like a dragon, showing their head but not their tail, leaving no trace. This has led to many rumors. About fifty to sixty years ago, when I had just left my master and started my own journey, I encountered an incident.

That year, a great and wise Dharma King was born in the Tibetan Buddhist community. It was said that when he was born, celestial music played, fragrant flowers fell, and a brilliant light shone, making all living things joyful. On the ground, five-colored lotus flowers bloomed to welcome his arrival. When he was born, he walked without support, bowed to the four directions, and said, 'The Ming King has descended, and the world will be unified.' The grass and trees bowed, and the sky was filled with seven-colored clouds, sprinkling fragrant dew to bathe him.

This Dharma King was indeed wise and brave. At the age of seven, he could preach on the dharma platform. At nine, he received the Buddha's light. By eleven, he had unified all of Tibet. At eighteen, he ordered the blowing of the golden conch to gather the people, saying he would bring the teachings to China. Tibet prepared for war, and he led the first group to subdue all the sects.

When this news reached China, the yin-yang masters were shocked. The Buddhists held a grand assembly to find a solution. I was young and impulsive, and after an argument, I went alone out of spite. Cough, cough, I was too arrogant and suffered a great humiliation. I used my innate divination to wait for the Dharma King in a small town, but I was defeated in just a few moves..."

Kucha Master's face was calm, as if he had returned to those days. Zhizunbao, seeing his expression, feared he might be saddened and quickly asked, "Uh, what happened next?"

"What happened next? ... Then I met that young man..."

Kucha Master's thoughts had flown back to the wilderness of several decades ago, where he watched the young man and the Dharma King's battle as a spectator:

The Dharma King sat cross-legged on the green stone, and with a wave of his hand, he sent Kucha Master flying several meters away. His eyes were full of disdain, and he turned back and whispered, "Water."

It seemed he was preparing to drink water and then challenge Kucha Master.

Kucha Master, having been thrown, was already clear-headed. He didn't dare to approach again, but he had no choice. Just then, a horse's neigh was heard from a distance.

"Water, water is here!" A subordinate quickly took out a golden bowl and filled it with water from a water bag.

The horse arrived quickly, and a young man jumped off. The young man had clear features and wore white clothes. Seeing the Dharma King lift the golden bowl, he bowed and said, "I am very thirsty. Dharma King, could you share some water with me?"

The Dharma King, seeing the young man's extraordinary demeanor, knew he was from the Chinese yin-yang sect and wanted to challenge him. He laughed and said, "Why not?" He drew a line in the air with his finger and tilted the bowl, and half of the water flowed into his mouth as a fine line, while the other half remained still!

One finger to divide the water, a sword to cut the river!

He then extended the golden bowl to the young man, "Please!"

The young man took the golden bowl, thanked him, and said he didn't like using others' utensils. He took out a cup from his pocket and placed it on the table, then poured the water from the bowl into the cup.

The golden bowl, even half full, held about a pound of water, but the cup was only about eight-tenths full. The water quickly filled the cup, but the young man continued to pour. The water rose slowly, forming a convex shape above the rim, and then a sharp peak appeared.

When the bowl was empty, the water in the cup was more than half a foot high, like a tower. The young man drank it all, returned the golden bowl to the stone, and thanked the Dharma King repeatedly.

Transforming the virtual into the real, the water formed a tower!

This move was slightly better than the Dharma King's, and he became restless. He stood up, returned the bow, and said, "I thought only I could understand the changes of heaven and earth, but there is such a talented person in China. I am truly enlightened. This cup of water is not enough to quench your thirst. Please let me fetch more water for you."

He walked to a large stone, took seven steps, and turned to bow, "Please!"

Where he walked, lotus flowers bloomed, and seven small pools of clear water appeared, shimmering with green waves.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!" The young man clapped his hands and walked over, "What good water! In this desolate place, to have such clear water is a great fortune. However, there is water but no fruit, which lacks a bit of meaning. Let me pick some fruit for you, so we can both quench our thirst and satisfy our hunger before continuing our journey."

He took a withered jujube from his pocket and threw it into one of the pools. The pool immediately bubbled, and a sapling grew from it, growing taller and stronger, eventually blooming with light yellow flowers and bearing a tree full of red jujubes.

For a moment, there was silence, and the Tibetan monks, including the Dharma King, were solemn.

The Dharma King's technique, the Seven Steps of the Lotus, was already very advanced, but the young man's move was even more powerful. In an instant, the jujube tree went through the process of spring blossoms and autumn fruits, revealing the changes of the seasons. Not only did he understand the Alaya consciousness, but he also glimpsed the Amala consciousness!

The principles of Buddhism and the principles of the universe coexist. Regardless of the young man's understanding or his sect, his technique had already transcended the changes of space and time!

One move was enough!

This technique made the Dharma King feel a sense of defeat, realizing that his cultivation and understanding were still insufficient. He picked a jujube from the tree, chewed it slowly, and smiled, "I am the divine pearl of Tibet. May I know your name, great master?" At this moment, he finally found a worthy opponent and addressed him as "great master."

The young man smiled shyly, "My name is Zhuge Xuan Kun."

The Dharma King spat the jujube seed into his palm, clenched his fist, and said, "Meeting you today has been very enlightening. I will return to Tibet to study the Dharma. Within sixty years, I will surely understand the essence of Buddhism and bring this jujube seed back to you," he looked at the young man and said, "Great Master Zhuge Xuan Kun!"

He bowed again and walked away without looking back, his figure stretching long in the sunset...

As the Dharma King's figure gradually disappeared, the young man, who had been standing straight like a spear, suddenly curled up, coughing uncontrollably, his face pale, and a trickle of blood slowly flowing from his left eye. He slowly, very slowly, walked to his white horse, climbed on, and lay on the horse's back, letting the horse carry him away—

Throughout the entire encounter, neither of them had looked at Kucha Master on the ground.

Recalling this past event, Kucha Master felt a bitter taste in his mouth and said, "At that moment, I realized that my understanding and cultivation were insufficient, and I had been a frog at the bottom of a well. However, because of this, I dedicated myself to cultivation and, after several decades, understood the mysteries of the universe and the changes of the sun and moon from the Eighteen Flying Stars and the Purple Star Astrology."

Zhizunbao, Qingmei, and Tianlong were so engrossed that their blood was pumping, and they admired the young man in white. They couldn't help but ask, "Is that young man from the Bafan Sect?"

"Exactly!" Kucha Master nodded, "Later, when I returned to the grand assembly and told them about this, several senior masters determined that he was from the Bafan Sect. His name is Zhuge, and he can use yin-yang techniques. The transformation of spring blossoms and autumn fruits suggests that he is a gifted member of the Zhuge family, using the power of the yin-yang eye to achieve this. The Zhuge family has always been exceptionally intelligent, and they must have taken great risks to use the yin-yang eye to deceive the Dharma King, ultimately ensuring the stability of China."

This story made the three young disciples respect and admire the mysterious Bafan Sect even more, and they secretly hoped that one day they could be as white as snow, wield great power, and stand against thousands of enemies on the battlefield!

The dream of the young man!

PS: "The Mysterious Tomb" is quite an interesting read. Kumu's description of the tomb is meticulous and captivating, making it a work of great craftsmanship. You can read it in your free time.

[bookid=3037075, bookname="The Mysterious Tomb and the Immortal Trace"]

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