he bone and flipped it over, his eyes immediately widening in fascination. Seeing his reaction, Qin Sang's heart leaped with joy; he hadn't made a wasted trip after all."I see! I see!"After reading th...The mouth of the Fujiang River.

On a rocky outcrop, several people stood with their hands at their sides, gazing eastward.

Suddenly, a dark figure appeared on the sea. A man rode a lion and came ashore.

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"See Lord."

Mingyue Wei bowed respectfully, but suddenly felt something was amiss. Looking again, the black lion turned out to be a powerful demon saint.

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The Black Lion was the master's mount. They had not yet been allowed to enter the Qingyang Guan, their status wasn't high, and their cultivation was far inferior to the Black Lion's.

Ming Yuewei didn't dare to be the slightest negligent, and again paid respects to the Black Lion.

The black lion let out a snort, raised its head, and looked down with an air of arrogant disdain.

"How is your investigation going"

Qin Sang rode a black lion and landed on the rocks, opening his mouth to speak.

One of the Myriad Moon Guards immediately stepped forward and presented a jade slip, saying, "Reporting to my Lord, we have followed your orders and made thorough preparations."

Qin Sang's main body has been staying in the East China Sea recently, and it is his avatar who issued orders.

At this moment, my avatar is busy with other matters in Zhongzhou and couldn't arrive in time.

Qin Sang, after finishing the jade slip, looked towards the Central Plains.

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The collapse of the Holy King's Palace and the disappearance of the Azure Fox Holy King serve as evidence that both cultivators deeply suffered from the influence of the Heavenly Demon Sound. Even without ascending, they were unable to escape its clutches.

He stirred up chaos within the demon clan in the East Sea. Meanwhile, his avatars were not idle either, secretly investigating the San Jiao Alliance, trying to find any clues.

For now, he can only visit the two Taoist friends in person.

Go ahead and prepare.

Qin Sang waved his hand, dismissing the Moon Guards.

"Yes, sir!"

The Moon Guard departs by order.

Qin Sang rode on his black lion and stepped onto land, his goal clear: he was heading straight for the Ganlu Chan Temple.

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Everything went smoothly.

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Qin Sang did not go to pay a visit to Ganlu Zen Temple directly, but appeared on the back mountain. Standing on a hilltop, he looked out at the peaks shrouded in mist.

"What a wonderful temple!"

Qin Sang admired.

The avatar had been to the Ganyue Zen Temple many times, but this was Qin Sang's main body's first time 'seeing' it with his own eyes.

The top-tier sects in Zhongzhou truly enjoy a unique advantage.

This place is not as good as the mountains.

Back then, the Southern Barbarian Two States where the Wuxiang Immortal Sect resided should have been more prosperous than Zhongzhou. Unfortunately, it was destroyed by the Demon Calamity.

"Is the master going to take over this dojo" The black lion rumbled from the side.

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Qin Sang glanced at the black lion. Did this fellow not know that Ganlu Chan Monastery had a saint as its guardian, and yet he pretended to be foolish to please his master No wonder he could cultivate to the late stage of transformation; even as a mount, he was top-notch.

He focused his gaze upon one of the peaks.

The holy place of Buddhist monks——Xiaofangcun Mountain.

These mountains, though undeniably real, remained indistinct, their outlines blurred by an unseen force.

Here, Qin Sang couldn't sense any demonic qi or the auras of Nascent Soul cultivators. He also used the Heaven's Eye Butterfly divine ability to secretly peek for a while before cross-legged meditation.

> One month later.

Suddenly, dozens of brilliant golden lights shot up from Ganlu Chan Temple. They hovered briefly in front of the mountain before flying southwest.

Within the escaping light, all were Zenin disciples. Leading them was a fat monk with a bulging belly and a wine gourd hanging from his waist. He always had a smile on his face, like a Maitreya Buddha enshrined in a Buddhist temple.

The Venerable Master, Pangu, was as deep and profound as the sea. He didn't seem to use any magical implements, yet he walked through the air with every step light and graceful. Though his pace seemed leisurely, his speed was astonishingly fast. The young novice monk followed him with all his might, but barely managed to keep up.

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Compared to the stout Master Da, these young novices seemed thin and pale. One by one, their faces flushed red as they wielded various magical implements, desperately chasing after him. Only a few remained composed.

In terms of cultivation, besides the fat Master and two young monks at the Golden Core stage, the rest were only at the Foundation Establishment stage.

The stout Master went airborne with his disciples. Along the way, they encountered cultivators who all stopped to bow respectfully to him. Those familiar with him would chuckle and say: "This time, the disciple's training journey is once again protected by the revered Pure-Mind Abbot."

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The plump monk opened the wine gourd, took a gulp, and shook his head with a sigh. "This poor monk is just a hard-working soul."

That man looked at the disciples behind him and nodded in approval, saying, "They are all fine material."

To care for his disciples, Fat Master stopped several times along the way. He crossed countless mountains and rivers until he reached a mountain ridge where there was no sign of human habitation for hundreds of miles.

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Outsiders can't see anything unusual about this mountain.

The stout monk picked up his gourd, tilted it downward, and poured out a stream of clear water. As soon as it landed in the mountains, it transformed into a heavy downpour, raining down with a clatter for a while.

After the rain, the mountains were fresh and natural, with lush greenery and a faint smell of wine.

Looking again at the central peak, the scenery was completely different. It was as if a seal had been broken, revealing its true form. A crack ran down the middle of the peak, and a continuous stream of crimson smoke billowed out. Finally, it was blocked by some force at the summit, converging into a cloud of red, accompanied by a strange aura of both heat and coldness.

Seeing the red clouds, the disciples behind were both expectant and curious.

Fat Master Monk shook his wine gourd, feeling a twinge of pain. "The rules of this trial are clearer to you young ones than to me, this old monk. To stand out from so many fellow disciples, it is a testament to your good fortune. Do not take it lightly, go now!"

Having said that, the fat monk went directly to a giant rock in the mountains with familiarity.

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The stone was flat as a bed, and the portly monk lay down on it, propping his legs up, supporting his head with one hand, and pouring a gulp of wine from his flask into his mouth. He closed his eyes contentedly.

"Master, the abbot said that your lack of concentration is what keeps you trapped by your limitations. You should take refuge in the precepts."

The two young monks fell beside the stone bed. One of them, with a frown, said without smiling.

"A good teacher understands the aptitude of his students and does not impose limitations on them."

The stout monk shook his head.

The two looked at each other, their faces filled with helplessness. They could only beckon their disciples to follow them through the red smoke and into the mountain fissure.

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The deeper one goes, the thicker the smoke becomes, obscuring vision. Thankfully, it doesn't significantly affect one's spiritual awareness.

All the young monks felt that the deeper they went, the wider the space became. They didn't know how far underground they had traveled. The two leading the way stopped at a platform in front. "Alright, my junior brother and I will wait for you here. This Red Cloud Dharma Realm has both opportunities and dangers. If you encounter danger, crush this jade talisman, and we will come to your rescue. However, you will also lose your qualification. Please think carefully."

Having said that, the two of them suddenly waved their sleeves.

With only a shriek, the young monks felt the world spin and were thrown to an unknown location.

...without mentioning the individual circumstances of each person below.

The chubby monk lay on the stone bed, neither chanting nor meditating. He occasionally sipped wine and glanced at the sky, feeling quite contented.

This trial will take at least ten days to finish.

This is a test.

The fat abbot drank not ordinary wine. He narrowed his eyes, silently performing his exercises, his breath even, as if about to fall asleep.

Suddenly, the stone bed beneath him shook violently. The fat monk opened his eyes abruptly and realized it wasn't the bed that was moving; the entire mountain was trembling!

"What's going on"

The fat monk was surprised. This red cloud Dharma realm, as a trial ground, had been in place for over a thousand years and had never caused any trouble.

His thoughts raced, and suddenly he remembered. Before choosing this place for the trial, the Red Cloud Realm had been a forbidden area of the sect. Deep within it, there were not only strange red smokes but also ancient residual formations.

After many years of investigation by the high masters of the sect, it was confirmed that there was no danger.

Could there be something else hidden within the remaining formation

Fat Master Abbot dared not neglect, summoning a sturdy iron Zen staff. He leaped into the mountain crevice and swiftly rushed to that platform. Sensing no trace of his disciple's Qi, his expression grew more somber. He raised the Zen staff and smashed it down forcefully.

'Whoosh!'

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The Zen staff shattered the air, striking out a golden ray of light that transformed into a golden staff several times its size. It pierced through the smoke and plummeted downwards.

The Zen staff clears the way.

The stout monk’s figure plummeted rapidly.

Unexpectedly, just after landing a short distance away, a deafening roar echoed from below, like the sound of an earthquake and tsunami.

Fat Master's heart skipped a beat. Looking closely, he saw thick black smoke billowing into the sky. It wasn't red smoke, but pitch-black as ink. Within the depths of the smoke, wisps of something resembling silk fluttered, with runes flickering, seeming to be fragments of some kind.

He is in charge of guarding this Red Cloud Dharma Realm, so he naturally knows what it is.

"Oh no, the situation has changed!"

The black smoke billowed menacingly, tendrils of silk like coiling serpents rising up.

The stout monk was greatly startled, and immediately crushed the wooden plaque at his waist. He raised his Zen staff and struck it down forcefully. Then he summoned a jade mirror, showering it with white light.

The black smoke was extremely powerful, sweeping across the white light in an instant, engulfing the monk and his Zen staff.

The moment the wooden sign shattered.

Ten thousand miles beyond the Red Cloud Realm.

A venerable monk with a bamboo staff and straw sandals was begging for alms in the mortal world. Suddenly, he looked up toward the west, his figure vanishing in an instant. The householder happened to be carrying out some steamed flatbread, and thinking he had seen things, rubbed his eyes and cried out, "Bodhisattva!"

Not long after.

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The old monk appeared in the sky above the crimson clouds, overlooking the Dharma land of crimson clouds.

At this time, one could faintly see faint black smoke churning within the red smoke.

The old monk glanced over, his brow furrowed slightly. He grasped the alms bowl tightly in his hand, and the wooden bowl burst forth with purple light, transforming into a violet golden bowl. He inverted it, and a beam of purple light, like a sharp arrow, pierced through the red smoke.

Sensing the aura of the stout monk, he moved slightly and flashed into existence within the mountain peak.

The stout monk was wielding his staff, changing through numerous incantations as he charged forward with all his might. The situation had taken a turn for the worse, and his disciples were likely in grave danger. However, he bore the responsibility of their protection, so he couldn't stand idly by.

He couldn't see, however, that at the heart of the smoke, within the ancient formation, several figures sat cross-legged, chanting incantations. Beside them lay a majestic black lion.

Suddenly, the black lion opened its eyes, shook its four legs, and charged outward.

At this time, the old monk also rushed into the black smoke and was approaching the fat abbot.

He was more perceptive than the fat monk, noticing something amiss and suddenly bellowed, "Who is this demon, daring to cause trouble in Central Plains!"

With a turn of the bowl in his hand, it suddenly contained a full bowl of clear water. Even when the bowl was stood upright, not a drop of water spilled out, like a mirror, reflecting an illusory black lion.

Even amidst his busy schedule, he still did not forget to use secret arts to warn the sect.

The moment the black lion was revealed, a gust of wind struck nearby.

The black lion, a ferocious beast, raised its massive claw and slammed it down towards the old monk. Its claws gleamed with a cold light, as sharp as blades, tearing through the old monk's protective true energy. It struck with a killing blow from the very beginning.

The old monk let out a cold snort, and the string of Buddhist beads on his body suddenly snapped apart. Each yellow wooden bead shot towards the black lion with a whooshing sound. These beads transformed in shape, each one carved with a Buddha, each figure lifelike and distinct in its pose.

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The Buddhist light surged.

Before the black lion, there actually appeared statues of Buddhas, all glaring at him angrily.

In the midst of things, it seemed as if the true Buddha was shouting in the black lion's ear. The statue shifted from illusory to real, and with a single move, it unleashed a thunderous might, striking first and overwhelming the black lion.

The black lion roared, shaking its neck. Several heads sprouted out of thin air, each aimed at the Buddhas. They opened their blood-filled mouths, spewing black beams, forcing the Buddhas back. At the same time, its front paw shot forward with even greater speed, aiming for the old monk's chest.

There was only the sound of "clunk".

The purple gold alms bowl appeared out of nowhere in front of the old monk, blocking the black lion's sharp claws. The old monk's figure trembled and he retreated dozens of meters, staring at the black lion with surprise on his face, "Black Lion Daoist Friend, is it you"

“You vile human scum, daring to plot against the Holy King! You shall surely die!” The black lion found a random excuse, shattered the wooden Buddha, and charged forward.

The old monk was surprised, “How could you… ”

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Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly reacted. With that fox demon's personality, it was very likely she hadn't informed her subordinates of the inside story. It was a pity that this black lion was so loyal to her!

The black lion refused to listen to him, fighting to the death.

The old monk tossed and turned, just about to speak when a wave of coldness swept over him. He saw a familiar figure and was even more surprised, "Master Qingfeng"

At this time, Qin Sang stood outside the mountain fissure, having already sealed off the battlefield. Even with the old monk's vast magical powers, he would be unable to escape.

He did not intervene in the fight, but looked towards Gannlu Chan Monastery. The old monk's warning had already been passed back just now.

Ganseki-ji Temple.

The Master of Alms was conferring with a high monk.

Suddenly, an attendant monk arrived to report, "Master Jingding warned us, a change has occurred in the Hongyun Dharma Realm."

"Red cloud land"

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The Master of Compassion and the high monk looked at each other.

The high monk said, "Today is the day for the Zen temple disciples to undergo training... The threat of that forbidden place has long been dispelled, how could anything go wrong Could even Jing Ding not cope"

The Master of Alms rose and said, “Brother, follow me...”

Before he could speak, Master Xingji's expression eased slightly. He smiled and said, "Master Xinyin traveled the mortal world near Hongyun Dharma Realm, it seems."

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"With Brother Xing Ren here, there should be no problems."

The high monk nodded.

The Venerable Master instructed his disciples and then sat down himself.

> Brother Xing Ren is a cultivator at the late stage of Nascent Soul, second only to him. If he hadn't been devoted to Buddhist practices and repeatedly reincarnated in the mortal world, sometimes for nearly a century, delaying his cultivation, he might have reached the bottleneck of transforming into a god even earlier than him.

Thinking of this, Master Xingji's heart suddenly felt heavy. What was the point of discussing becoming a god now

Putting aside his thoughts, Master Xingji was about to speak when suddenly his face changed drastically. He said in a deep voice, "Brother Xinyin is in danger!"

As they spoke, the two had already appeared outside the mountain gate. At the same time, a bell rang within the Zen courtyard, and with whooshing sounds, streaks of light shot out one after another.

The Master of Alms and others of the highest cultivation advanced first. The rest followed soon after.

In the past, Master Xingji would have had to consider all angles, worrying if any old enemies might come to stir up trouble. Now, however, there is no need to worry about the threat of those who transcended to become divine.

Red Cloud's Dharma site is not far from the Sweet Dew Zen Monastery.

The Venerable Master and his companions soon saw mountains shrouded in billowing smoke. Inside, it wasn't red clouds that were surging out, but black smoke billowing forth. The internal energy was chaotic, clearly indicating a battle between cultivators taking place.

The air here is thick with tension. It seems the Brother of the Path of Patience has fallen into a precarious situation!

The monks called out for the dharma treasure and rushed into the dharma realm, before they could even see the situation.

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Suddenly, a sigh came from behind me.

"Has Daoist Huiguang left this world"

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The Grand Master of Alms suddenly turned around, and saw a Taoist priest standing behind them.

Qin Sang's eyes held a hint of loneliness.

When a great cultivator from within the sect encounters trouble and is unable to extricate himself, both morally and rationally, even a Nascent Soul cultivator should appear to lend a hand.

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This is the end of a paragraph.d mysterious as this *Six Waves of Thunder Sutra*.The Lei Xiao Zong's legacy, besides the Lei Jing, is most importantly its various thunder talismans, all of which cannot be separated from the shadow...