The Blade-Wielding Legend
Chapter 546 - 312: Night Entering the Zen Temple_2

Chapter 546: Chapter 312: Night Entering the Zen Temple_2

He had originally released five Armored Horses, and although he had used one earlier, there were still five of them now with no change in number!

It seemed he needed to first break the illusion before him.

With this plan in mind, Li Yan began searching around the hall, but after several laps, he couldn’t find any key points.

A thought struck him, and he returned to the entrance, sat cross-legged, and began meditation, Storing God.

Sure enough, he found something peculiar once again.

Normally, during Storing God, he would enter the space of Divine Thought, but here, it couldn’t be done at all, as if the Great Hall before him was isolating it from the Storage God Space...

Li Yan became stubbornly determined and continued to focus on Storing God, staring intently at the Great Hall before him.

Then, the Great Hall began to distort.

Like a kaleidoscope, everything before him kept shattering and reassembling, while his Divine Thought kept depleting in the process.

Buzz!

At this moment, a force suddenly emerged from within him, carrying an unstoppable momentum, shattering everything before him.

Innate Geng Metal Qi, White Emperor’s Fortune?

A hint of delight appeared on Li Yan’s face.

Since obtaining it at Hua Mountain, he had only drawn it out when using the Duan Chen Blade, and after that, it had returned to calm, becoming the foundation of construction.

Unexpectedly, it was drawn out again now.

Without any hesitation, he kept storing God; with the consumption of Divine Thought, more Innate Geng Metal Qi shot out, shattering everything before him beyond recognition.

And vaguely, he established a connection with this Geng Metal Qi...

...

Clang! Clang! Clang!

In the courtyard, wind roared around Li Yan, carrying several sharp auras, producing the sound of metal clashing.

The Buddhist lamps around him extinguished one by one, and several monks knocking on wooden fish hurriedly retreated.

"Innate Geng Metal Qi?"

The old monk who spoke earlier showed a hint of surprise in his eyes, "How dare ordinary people draw such a thing into themselves?"

Tong Xuan pondered for a moment, "I have seen this person’s information; he once ascended Hua Mountain, perhaps obtaining the White Emperor’s Fortune from Chunyang Palace..."

As he spoke, Li Yan in the distance suddenly lifted his foot, taking several steps in succession, crossing more than half of the courtyard.

"Excellent!"

Tong Xuan smiled slightly, his hand starting to change the Dharma Seal, as did the other old monks, forming a new combination.

And Li Yan also stopped in his tracks once more...

...

In the Illusion Realm, Li Yan frowned slightly, slowly rising to his feet.

The scene before him changed once again.

It was still the courtyard outside the Great Hall, but there were now six clouds of varying colors, swirling up and down like living things.

Whoosh!

Before he realized it, a cloud of golden mist rushed at him, and once again an illusion appeared before Li Yan.

Gold and silver treasures, Heavenly Spirit Earth Treasure, various cultivation techniques, dazzling and continuously appearing in his mind.

It seemed as if anything he desired could be manifested.

This feeling was indeed a bit strange.

Li Yan had already guessed that this should symbolize a certain greed.

But greed, how could it be easily eliminated?

He didn’t care about gold and silver treasures, nor did he sense the Heavenly Spirit Earth Treasure, but when a cultivation technique appeared before him, he couldn’t help but take a glance.

Inside was an explanation of the ultimate in Martial Arts, vast and profound, every word a gem, seemingly allowing enlightenment at any moment once comprehended!

Li Yan couldn’t help it and took another look.

This time, though, he became engrossed in it.

The desire to seek knowledge, was it not also a kind of greed?

However, after watching for half an hour, Li Yan raised his head in confusion, a sudden chill running down his spine, instantly waking him up, and he couldn’t help but curse inwardly.

Sure enough, he couldn’t recall anything, remaining empty-handed.

This state was somewhat like in a past life, scrolling through short videos, feeling learned about the vast world and human experiences, yet it was just a riotous display blinding the eyes.

Zen truly was crafty!

Li Yan took a deep breath, regaining his composure, calmly saying: "The road must be walked step by step, such things cannot trap me..."

With that, he took a step forward, and the golden cloud instantly dissipated.

At the same time, a cloud of red mist enveloped him.

This time it was "anger."

The things he had experienced and the people he had met in the past provoked him with various words, forcing him to fight.

Naturally, Li Yan’s temper wasn’t the best, and he couldn’t resist taking direct action, but no matter how many he cut down, there would always be newcomers.

And those that were cut down would find new ways to arouse his anger.

Eventually, Li Yan calmed down gradually, murmuring: "The words of others, like dim ghostly lights, disturb the mind; people relish in tongue and argument, countless in number."

"My heart is like iron, why waste words with you all?"

In a flash, the red mist dissipated.

Looking at the remaining clouds, Li Yan had already guessed something.

He had heard that in Buddhism, there was the saying of afflictions, life’s troubles being greed, anger, ignorance, envy, doubt, and wrong views as the six fundamental afflictions, from which twenty afflictions could arise.

Attachment and reluctance, hatred and displeasure, inability to discern right from wrong, pride and arrogance... all these cause the heart to be trapped, and suffering to arise.

Those who could see through them were Buddhas.

Li Yan was of course not a Buddha, but these troubles could precisely train his mind; was it not a kind of opportunity?

Some things were unavoidable, like cultivation, needing self-reflection in order to see all beings, and see the world!

Understanding this, he became calm, proactively facing the troubles.

Before long, under the watchful eyes of several old monks, he advanced a great deal once again...

...

Meanwhile, the banquet at Shi Mansion had reached its conclusion.

The bright moon shone in the sky, the mansion was brilliantly lit, the theater troupe still performed energetically, and the tables were in disarray, many having drunk themselves into stupors, collapsed on the ground.

The Dragon Boat Festival was also a time for Pai Sect disciples to gather, enduring hardships on the river daily, today the leader treated, naturally the drinking was merry.

Shi Chen also drank quite a bit.

Even if constrained by his position, not competing with others, but with one toast here, another there, it amounted to quite a lot.

He drank another cup, and discreetly glanced to the other side.

In a corner sat a pair of twin siblings, the male handsome, the female charming, both dressed in white, speaking with others somewhat reservedly.

"Who are those two?"

Shi Chen couldn’t help but ask.

Beside him, the old man with the white paper fan hurriedly stepped forward, saying quietly: "Two greenhorns from Qi Lu, brought here to see the world."

"See the world?"

Shi Chen let out a sneering laugh, disdainfully saying: "Those old folks only think of showing people the world, thinking it just a colorful spectacle, unaware the world is the human heart."

"Once you’ve seen the malice of the human heart, then you know what the pugilistic world is..."

"You are right, sir."

The old man with the white paper fan nodded eagerly, then said, "I’ll bring them over to hear your guidance."

Soon, the twins were brought over, facing Shi Chen, they greeted respectfully according to pugilistic world etiquette.

Shi Chen remained solemn, speaking indifferently.

But in his heart, a lustful desire had already risen.

From afar, a few saw it and could hardly hide the disdain on their faces.

Shi Chen had a bad habit, enjoying both genders, frequenting brothels, and not sparing visits to the male courtesan hall.

Whoever had ulterior motives, trying to please this pole, deliberately lured these twin siblings over was unknown...

Of course, disdain remained disdain, no one wanted to offend this fellow.

And beside him, the old man with the white paper fan continued to nod and bow, urging the siblings to toast Shi Chen repeatedly.

Before long, they moved to the back hall.

In the shadows at a distance, a monk disguised as a member of the Law Enforcement Hall watched all this with a puzzled expression, whispering: "Have those two’s identities been verified?"

"Yes, master."

Next to him, a man from the Captain Bureau replied respectfully, softly saying: "It’s been checked, they are disciples from a small sect in Qi Lu, no problems."

Saying this, he sneered: "Master needn’t pity them, these siblings likely heard some rumors, thinking to offer themselves as a stepping stone, reaching for the higher branches."

The monk sighed slightly, "Amitabha Buddha."

He didn’t notice that although the man from the Captain Bureau had his head down, a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes...

...

Whoosh~

Another gust of wild wind swept over, extinguishing many Buddhist lamps.

And Li Yan had already arrived outside the Great Hall, his eyes still vacant, face pale, sweat flowing like rain, his feet trembling, seemingly ready to collapse at any moment...

The old monks on the steps all had solemn expressions, including Master Tong Xuan.

"Senior brother, something isn’t right..."

"Why does this person’s mind not deplete at all?"