Chapter 66

"Xuzhu." Tianshan Tonglao said, "Didn't my junior brother give you a painting? Let Grandma take a look."

Xuzhu nodded and said, "Yes. Here, Grandma."

Xuzhu took out the painting.

Tianshan Tonglao opened the painting, saw the person in it, and her face changed. She said crazily, "Junior brother, I never thought the person you love is really that bitch Li Qiushui. I can't accept it, I can't accept it!"

Tears streamed down Tianshan Tonglao's face, and she looked extremely pitiful. A lifetime of persistence and dedication turned out to be a joke, how could she bear it?

Xuzhu hurriedly said, "Grandma, don't get so agitated, your injuries are very serious."

"Hmm?" Tianshan Tonglao suddenly paused. She noticed a tiny mole on the woman's face in the painting and immediately knew who the person in the painting was.

"Ha ha, I know, I know who my junior brother likes. Li Qiushui, you bitch, you didn't get what you wanted either." Tianshan Tonglao laughed loudly, "Ha ha, it's not her, not her, not her!"

Tianshan Tonglao put down the painting and looked at Li Qiushui, who was lying unconscious in the distance, and said calmly, "Junior sister, we fought all our lives without even knowing who our junior brother liked. Ha ha..."

At this moment, Tianshan Tonglao no longer harbored any resentment or love for Wuyazi. Her heart felt suddenly empty.

Tianshan Tonglao slowly closed her eyes and stopped breathing.

Xuzhu saw Tianshan Tonglao's calm face and knew she had let go of all her grudges.

"Grandma." Xuzhu was saddened by Tianshan Tonglao's passing.

"Respected Lady!" The female disciples of Lingjiu Palace all cried out loudly.

"Cough, cough..."

At this moment, Li Qiushui actually woke up.

"Clang!" A female disciple of Lingjiu Palace drew her sword and stabbed at Li Qiushui.

"You old witch, you killed our Respected Lady, I'll make you pay with your life!"

"Ah!" Xuzhu was startled and struck out with a finger force, breaking the female disciple's sword.

This time, Xuzhu used not the Beiming Divine Skill but Li Qiushui's Xiaowuxiang Skill. Having absorbed the true qi of Xiaowuxiang Skill, Xuzhu had learned its method of circulation.

"Stop." Xuzhu shouted loudly, "Ladies, although Aunt and Grandma were mortal enemies, Grandma let go of all her grudges before she died. Don't make things difficult for Aunt."

The female disciples of Lingjiu Palace, though unwilling, had to listen to Xuzhu, who was now their new Respected Lady.

"Yes, Respected Lady!"

Li Qiushui glanced at the female disciples indifferently, not taking them seriously.

"Little monk, bring me that painting to look at." Li Qiushui was also curious about who the person in the painting was, as it had caused Tianshan Tonglao to die from overexcitement.

"Sure, Aunt." Xuzhu handed the painting to Li Qiushui.

Li Qiushui's once black hair had turned completely white, but her appearance hadn't changed much. Unlike Tianshan Tonglao, she hadn't become extremely old after losing her true qi.

Li Qiushui looked at the painting, and tears streamed down her face like broken beads.

"Ha ha, the person my senior brother liked is actually my sister. I should have known, I should have known." Li Qiushui now realized that Wuyazi had liked her own younger sister.

"Little monk." Li Qiushui said to Xuzhu, "Aunt is tired. I'm heavily injured now. Take me back to Wangjia Village. I don't want to return to the Western Xia Imperial Palace."

Li Qiushui practiced internal martial arts and had a strong vitality, so she didn't die like Tianshan Tonglao. She had only lost her true qi and was heavily injured.

"Ah." Xuzhu was surprised, "Sure. I'll do as Aunt says. But Grandma has just passed away, and I want to take care of her funeral first before sending Aunt to Jiangnan. What do you think?"

Li Qiushui nodded, "Sure. That's fine."

...

Xuzhu had the female disciples bring wood to cremate Tianshan Tonglao.

Li Qiushui watched as Tianshan Tonglao slowly disappeared in the flames, feeling a lump in her throat.

"Senior sister..."

Xuzhu held Tianshan Tonglao's ashes and led Li Qiushui and the female disciples of Lingjiu Palace to Tianshan.

...

Shaolin Temple. Wang Yue had been staying at Shaolin Temple for three months.

During these three months, Wang Yue spent most of his time in the scripture hall.

Although Wang Yue was seriously injured, his martial arts were far superior to the monks guarding the scripture hall. It was easy for him to avoid them.

On the first day at Shaolin Temple, Wang Yue sensed a powerful mental force in the scripture hall, even stronger than Langshen and Li Xuan, almost matching Liu Qing.

Wang Yue knew that this mental force belonged to the sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk had also noticed Wang Yue but did not stop him from entering the scripture hall to read the scriptures.

The sweeping monk had allowed Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan, who were not Han Chinese, to enter the scripture hall, so it was even easier for Wang Yue, a Han Chinese from the Song Dynasty, to enter.

Wang Yue had already read through the seventy-two Shaolin skills and was now reading some less prominent Buddhist scriptures.

Wang Yue took out a copy of the Lotus Sutra and a copy of the Diamond Sutra from the bookshelf.

After reading these two Buddhist scriptures, Wang Yue felt his mental power had increased significantly, and his thoughts became more clear.

"Hmm?" Wang Yue frowned slightly, surprised, "What powerful Buddhist scriptures, what powerful seductive words! I almost got bewitched and had the thought of becoming a monk. These Buddhist scriptures can completely eliminate one's attachments and all emotions, making a person indifferent to the world. To put it nicely, this is enlightening people; to put it harshly, this is erasing people's nature."

Reading too many Buddhist scriptures, even the most brutal person would lose their bloodthirstiness.

Wang Yue finally understood why many great villains suddenly became high-ranking monks. Once a villain's ideology changes, they can transform from a demon to a Buddha.

Of course, there are also high-ranking monks who suddenly become great villains.

"I need to resist these Buddhist scriptures with my own martial arts philosophy," Wang Yue thought. "If I can resist the temptation of the Buddhist scriptures after reading all of them in the scripture hall, my mental power will undergo a mutation, reaching the third level of heart power. That will be the moment I become a Danjin martial artist."

This was a challenge. If he succeeded, Wang Yue would become a Danjin martial artist; if he failed, he would be enlightened by the Buddhist scriptures and become a high-ranking monk like the sweeping monk.

Wang Yue sat cross-legged and focused on reading the Buddhist scriptures.

As he delved deeper into the Buddhist scriptures, his aura kept changing. This was due to Wang Yue using his martial arts philosophy to resist the influence of the Buddhist scriptures.

In the dark corner of the scripture hall, a long-browed old monk in a patched robe sighed, "Young Hero Wang Yue is a genius, but whether it's a blessing or a curse, I don't know. I hope he becomes the next Liu Qing. Sigh."

...

Murong Fu led the people from the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands to Tianshan, and Duan Yu was among them.

Murong Fu had successfully cultivated the Beiming Divine Skill and had absorbed the internal energy of many martial artists during this time.

Murong Fu's martial arts had improved significantly, and his true qi was now as powerful as Li Qiushui's before she practiced internal martial arts.

As long as he absorbed more true qi, Murong Fu's power would soon reach the level of Xuzhu.

"Master Murong, after crossing the iron bridge ahead, we can directly reach Lingjiu Palace," Wu Lao said respectfully.

Murong Fu was too strong, and these people were no match for him. On the way, Murong Fu had already killed many who disobeyed his orders.

Murong Fu wanted to use these martial artists, so he had to suppress them harshly to make them fear him.

Wu Lao and others resented Murong Fu deeply, not knowing who he would kill next. But they were no match for him and dared not speak out.

More importantly, they wanted to use Murong Fu to fight against Tianshan Tonglao and obtain the antidote for the Shengsifu.

"Are we about to reach Lingjiu Palace?" Murong Fu's lips curled into a smile, "I want to see if Tianshan Tonglao is as terrifying as you say. If she's a true expert, I don't mind having her serve under me. If she dares to refuse, I'll kill her with my sword."

Bao Budong nodded, "Of course, Master, your martial arts are now on par with Wang Yue. Surpassing Wang Yue is just a matter of time."

Murong Fu coldly snorted, "Wang Yue, he will soon die by my sword! Let's go, cross the bridge."

On the other side of the iron bridge, several women appeared. They were the disciples of Lingjiu Palace.

"Bold, who are you? How dare you come to Lingjiu Palace? Leave immediately, or you will die without a burial place!"

A woman pointed her sword at Murong Fu and his group, shouting loudly.

Murong Fu sneered, "Looking for death, daring to shout at me."

Murong Fu stepped onto the iron bridge and rushed to the other side in a blur.

"Cut the iron bridge! Don't let them cross."

"Thud..."

Murong Fu's sword flashed, instantly slicing through the throats of the women, killing them.

"Master Murong, how could you kill these women for no reason? You could have just disabled them," Duan Yu, seeing the women die, said with some reluctance.

Murong Fu coldly snorted, "Don't tell me what to do. If you want to follow, don't get in the way. Otherwise, I won't be gentle with you."

After everyone crossed the bridge, Wu Lao said, "Master Murong, we should cut the iron bridge to prevent the Lingjiu Palace disciples from returning and causing trouble."

A sword light flashed, and the iron bridge was severed. Murong Fu led everyone up the mountain.

Not long after Murong Fu and his group left, Xuzhu and Li Qiushui arrived at the iron bridge with over ten female disciples of Lingjiu Palace.

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