The Smiling, Proud Wanderer Comes to an End

Ren Woxing's mouth opened into an "O" shape.

In terms of swordsmanship, he was also a master.

He was proficient in eight different styles and sword techniques, and he fused them into one.

Its attacks can be fierce, its moves continuous, its movements nimble and swift, or its strength and composure.

It can be said to encompass all the principles of swordsmanship in the world.

However, Li Lin's swordsmanship did not conform to the principles of swordsmanship at all, and he seemed more like a novice swordsman, and his sword speed was not beyond the norm.

Yet it was with such a childish sword.

They then captured the leader of the Wudang Sect.

Only Feng Qingyang remained somewhat calm, for he too had noticed the flaw in the Chongxu Swordplay.

However, if he were on the field, he wouldn't be able to break through so easily.

With just a sword, he only needs to change his position and wait for the opening to automatically collide with the tip of the sword.

But it also incorporates Tai Ji Quan.

The flawed [Liangyi Sword] has been almost completely patched up.

Fang Zheng was completely baffled.

He had absolutely no idea how Li Lin had won.

If he were on the field, he would deal with the attack.

It must be the [Yi Jin True Qi] that flows continuously through the eight extraordinary meridians that drives the [Thousand-Hand Tathagata Palm] to create an impenetrable palm shadow.

This forced Chongxu to use his Tai Chi technique to create a halo, forcing him into a battle of wits.

He is younger, stronger, and his Yi Jin Jing (Yi Jin Scripture Classic) is better suited for prolonged battles; he will surely be the one to win in the end.

But if this continues, it will take three days and three nights to determine a winner.

How could anyone be like Li Lin, finishing in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea?

Chongxu himself was even more horrified.

He was well aware of the flaws in the Liangyi Sword, and his right fist was always ready to strike the spine of the sword that was the source of its flaws.

Although Tai Ji Quan is named after fists, it also includes palms, elbows, and legs, but it is mainly based on fists.

Even if he is circled behind him, he can start with his elbow, turn around, and thrust the sword out from under his ribs with his right hand.

At that time, his opponent will not only face his fists, but also his sword.

If the fist loses its advantage, the sword can also turn offense into defense.

However, all the preparations were in vain.

Even the seemingly perfect Tai Chi circle has had its flaws discovered.

He deliberately prepared to use the [Liangyi Sword] as bait, revealing a weakness in his attack.

"How... how could this be?"

With a clang, the sword fell to the ground, and Chongxu was covered in cold sweat.

"You are weak while I am strong, how could I not?" Li Lin sheathed his sword and looked at Fang Zheng, "Next."

"Then this old monk will do it." Fang Zheng leaped onto the pillar in one bound.

This is precisely the miraculous feat of Bodhidharma One Reed Crosses the River.

Fang Zheng was not afraid of the battle.

He was born in the Prajna Hall.

Unlike the Bodhidharma Hall, which focuses on its own school of martial arts, the Prajna Hall specializes in studying the martial arts of various schools and sects around the world.

When Shaolin disciples travel the martial world, after returning to the temple to pay their respects to the abbot and their master, they first go to the Discipline Hall to report whether they have committed any offenses, and then go to the Prajna Hall to report their experiences and observations.

If there was even one useful move or technique from another school of martial arts, the monks of the Prajna Hall would write it down.

Over a thousand years, he accumulated such knowledge that he had a thorough understanding of the martial arts of all schools of martial arts.

Unlike the monks in the hall, who were all proficient in one or more schools of martial arts.

He focused on cultivating his inner energy, using the Thousand-Hand Tathagata Palm as his unchanging technique to respond to any change.

This palm technique inherently encompasses the essence of change.

Under the nurturing of the monks within the hall, who used martial arts techniques from all over the world as fertilizer, he achieved great mastery.

In countless drills, he was just as bewildered as he had been just now.

But in the end, he won.

His ability to become the sect leader is the best proof of this.

This time it's just the same as before.

"Benefactor Li, please accept my palm." Fang Zheng calmed his mind, and his white palm, which looked like that of a young girl of sixteen, was revealed from his wide monk's robe.

The moment the word "palm" was uttered, a light, airy palm strike was unleashed.

This palm strike was ordinary, but halfway through, it suddenly swayed slightly, instantly turning one palm into two, two into four, and four into eight.

Then the left palm strikes out from behind the right palm.

Use both palms simultaneously.

Before long, the palm shadows were densely packed, seemingly enveloping his entire body.

This is absolutely flawless.

But this armor formed from palm shadows could move forward with Fang Zheng, surging towards Li Lin like a wave.

"Fool," Ren Woxing said.

Although even he couldn't find a flaw in this palm technique, who says you can't hit someone if you can't find a flaw?

When facing an opponent with superior skill, one can indeed use skillful techniques to avoid direct confrontation by transforming one's palm strikes.

This seemingly clumsy method of conjuring up boundless palm power is, in a way, incredibly ingenious.

However, his son-in-law is a celestial being.

Immortals whose strength, speed, and intelligence surpass those of mortals.

The only possible chance of victory is to accumulate strength and unleash it in a single strike.

Li Lin thought so too.

He clenched his left fist, which was not holding a sword, and stepped forward to unleash a powerful punch.

Phew——!

This punch was clearly just a casual, relaxed movement.

But as it drew near, it split into countless forms.

Pop, pop.

As a series of sounds, similar to bubbles being popped, rang out.

All the palm shadows that Fang Zheng conjured vanished.

Li Lin's fist had appeared before him, and it seemed that only this one fist remained in the entire world.

Whether Fang Zheng wanted to intercept or retaliate, it was too late.

Even when he used his "One Reed Crosses the River" Lightness Skill again, he couldn't escape the approaching fist.

However.

But the punch stopped.

But the punches stopped, but the wind did not.

The force of the punch, powerful enough to shatter Fang Zheng's head and cause it to explode like a watermelon, dissipated into the wind.

The sound of tearing fabric flashed by.

Fang Zheng's monk's robe was torn to shreds, leaving only his tattered undergarment, which he was still wearing.

Her snow-white, wrinkle-free skin was exposed to the air without a single red mark.

It is evident that Li Lin's use of force was skillful and beyond the realm of common sense.

This is equivalent to stepping on a piece of tofu covered with a white cloth; the cloth breaks, but the tofu remains unharmed.

"You—" Even with Fang Zheng's composure, he almost swore. "Benefactor Li, how have I offended you? Although I don't care about honor or disgrace, the abbot of Shaolin cannot."

"Even now, you're still unwilling to repent and tell the truth?" Li Lin sighed. "I've already given you a chance."

"What—" Fang Zheng still wanted to play dumb.

But Li Lin, who had always appeared radiant and elegant in his eyes, suddenly changed.

A much larger Li Lin seemed to appear behind him.

As Li Lin lowered his eyes and clasped his hands, sandalwood incense seemed to rise from the void. His pale face gradually turned golden brown, his forehead naturally rose like a topknot, and the white hair between his eyebrows shone brightly. A web of hairs appeared between his knuckles, and golden lotus patterns gradually appeared on the stone beneath his feet, blooming one after another.

Crack!

A crack appeared in the stone pillar, from which a Dotty green sprouted into two Saro trees. The one on the east side had branches and leaves that swayed like a jade curtain, while the one on the west side had gnarled branches but its leaves were falling in droves.

A gurgling spring flows around the tree.

Fang Zheng didn't bother to hide it; his knees trembled slightly.

[The crown of the head forms a fleshy protuberance] [The white hair between the eyebrows spirals to the right, like five Mount Sumerus] [The fingers and toes form a net-like pattern] [A lotus flower emerges from the earth, naturally supporting the feet].

"Venerable One, I was wrong."

Fang Zheng knelt down.

"This disciple has foolishly violated a grave precept."

"Firstly, falsely claiming that the World-Honored One was named 'Li Chunqiu' offends the World-Honored One's ears and violates the precept against lying;"

"Secondly, by releasing the demon Ren Woxing, resulting in the deaths of four lives, they have violated the precept against killing."

"Thirdly, they coveted power and lost their sense of equality for all beings. They did not heed the teachings of the World-Honored One and put themselves first. In order to protect the status of Shaolin, they spread the sacred texts, which led to internal strife in Huashan and the attack on the mountain by the Demonic Sect. They violated both the precepts against greed and killing."

"I am willing to accept the karmic retribution and diligently cultivate the Buddha's teachings to atone for my sins."

After he finished speaking, wisps of white vapor rose from his body.

All the Qi from the Yi Jin Scripture Jing had dissipated.

"Are you crazy?" Chongxu couldn't see what Fang Zheng was seeing. He stared at Fang Zheng's withered, wrinkled face with disbelief.

"What a waste," Ren Woxing said regretfully.

With so much skill, it would be so good to give it to him.

The others under the stone pillar also looked puzzled.

Immortal Li is so Sage Aura and dashing.

Even if it is a Buddha, it should not be the World Honored One Tathagata, but rather the Joyful Buddha.

Some Shaolin monks disguised as wandering swordsmen, as well as outer disciples, were extremely anxious, wondering how their abbot could be so muddle-headed!

"This is the karmic retribution that this humble monk deserves." Fang Zheng ignored the discussions of the crowd below the pillar.

His eyes were filled with the joy of seeing the Buddha.

Even if I die now and Shaolin is wiped out, it would be worth it to see the World Honored One!

Li Lin: Damn it, I haven't even done anything yet, and you've already done it all!

"Very good." Li Lin deliberately flew down from the stone pillar in front of him, and while returning the sword, he hugged Yi Lin in his arms. He didn't have time to appreciate Yi Lin's blushing face and shy expression as she chanted Amitabha and Guanyin Bodhisattva. He quickly looked at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng showed no reaction.

My heart is at peace: everything the World-Honored One did was right; my ignorance must stem from insufficient spiritual cultivation. The words of Ji Gong, "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but Buddha remains in the heart; if people follow my example, they will enter the demonic path," surely hold true.

Several monks, no longer disguised, leaped onto the stone pillar, one of whom carried it on his back, remaining calm.

Just as the group attempted to escape, their expressions changed drastically, and they shouted for them to stop.

Then he looked at Li Lin and said, "I wonder if I could stay by the World Honored One's side all the time, even if it's just sweeping the floor, sprinkling water, washing clothes, or wiping tables, I would be willing."

Everyone was even more certain that Fang Zheng had gone mad.

But Zuo Lengchan's eyes lit up: There's another way to do that!

"But I don't want to." Li Lin was speechless for a moment, then even more speechless.

What would I do with an old man like you who is almost eighty years old?

(In the world of the TV series "Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty, "Li Lin, still as Yin Hou as a young girl, says to Empress Yin: "You're wrong. Eighty years old has its advantages too.")

(Liu Yanchang from the world of Lotus Lantern is lying on Chang'e's lap: Haven't you heard of women being ranked among the immortals three thousand years older?)

Fang Zheng had no idea what the Buddha he revered was thinking.

Instead, his eyes dimmed. "That's right. This humble monk is a sinner. Guozheng, Guoan, let's go."

Ren Woxing frowned, wanting to see what happened to Fang Zheng on his way back.

He thought to himself, "The characters 'Guo' and 'Zheng' and 'An'... could they be the two disciples that old guy took in thirty years ago? This bald thief is really cunning. It seems he won't run into any trouble on his way back."

The crowd at the foot of the mountain quickly dispersed.

Although they all wanted to get close to the true immortals.

However, under the pressure from Qingcheng, the Five Peaks Sword Sects, and even the Demonic Sect, they still left reluctantly.

After finalizing the travel itinerary, which included Qingcheng Mountain first, followed by Hengshan Mountain (Northern Peak), Hengshan Mountain (Southern Peak), Taishan Mountain (Eastern Peak), Songshan Mountain (Central Peak), Miao region, and finally Blackwood Cliff.

Zuo Lengchan and the others also left to begin preparing for Li Lin's arrival.

Only Ren Woxing shamelessly stayed, calling him his "good son-in-law" repeatedly.

This was learned by Yi Lin's father Monk Bujie, who came with Hengshan.

The Monk Bujie was busy enjoying time with his long-lost wife and did not stay behind.

"My dear son-in-law, my dear son-in-law, when will you marry Yingying?"

If Dongfang Bubai were to see this person, he would certainly not believe that this smiling, pimp-like fellow is Ren Woxing.

Even Ren Woxing himself couldn't believe it.

But for the sake of his short-lived ambition to unify the martial arts world, he placed his hopes on the next generation.

It would be even better if my son-in-law would take him with him when he ascends to heaven.

Being the Martial Arts Alliance Leader is good, but being a deity is even more boundless.

"Father," Ren Yingying, feeling a little guilty.

She considered it an incredible stroke of luck that Li Lin accepted her; she didn't even dare to think about anything more.

Even if we really want to, we should follow a first-come, first-served principle.

"Yingying, you're a grown woman now. You can't be so willful anymore," Ren Woxing said.

"Chong'er, you're already in your late twenties, almost thirty. You can't be so willful anymore."

Not far away, a voice spoke in perfect unison.

The helpless Ren Yingying and the helpless Linghu Chong exchanged glances.

"That depends on Young Master Li / Little Lin."

The two spoke almost simultaneously.

"I've already talked to Ling'er, and tomorrow is an auspicious day," Feng Qingyang said.

Ren Woxing looked at Feng Qingyang with envy.

Feng Qingyang could say those words, but he couldn't.

"So fast?" Linghu Chong exclaimed in surprise, "Aren't you waiting for Six Monkeys?"

Actually, he still wanted to see Six Monkeys one more time, at his wedding with Little Lin.

"Wait for what?" Feng Qingyang's voice rose slightly. "It's an arranged marriage, so it should be Little Lin's parents who come, not her brother."

"Lu Dayou is only still registered; he has actually already withdrawn from Mount Hua and no longer cares about the affairs of the martial world."

"Just like your Uncle Liu who went to Persia."

"Don't bother them with mundane matters."

"Liu Zhengfeng?" Ren Woxing thought of Qu Yang.

He had learned from Ren Yingying that Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng had become acquainted in private.

"Could they be..."

After learning about Dongfang Bubai situation and Lu Dayou's affair with Linghu Chong from Ren Yingying, he easily thought of Long Yang.

For example, he had already begun to suspect his deceased good brother, Xiang Wentian.

This person is so old, almost in their coffin, and has no descendants.

Even after Dongfang Bubai took power, he was still determined to save him.

Could it be that Brother Xiang loved him like Dongfang Bubai loved Yang Lianting? Fortunately, he's dead. Thank you, Master Lin.

At the foot of Jade Maiden Peak, Lin Pingzhi sneezed.

He was receiving his parents at the temple at the foot of the peak.

"Pingzhi, I heard your senior brother is getting married soon, you should too—"

"Don't mention Senior Brother."

Lin Zhennan 'Lin Pingzhi to marry was interrupted.

Lin Pingzhi took a deep breath. "I have something to tell you, but don't be afraid."

"Your father has been in charge of the escort agency for many years, what is there to be afraid of?" Lin Zhennan said at first, then his face turned pale, "You wouldn't, tch—"

"I didn't!" Lin Pingzhi was speechless. "I meant my senior brother's bride."

That's right.

"."

Madam Wang's face turned ashen as she looked at the Falcon on Lin Pingzhi's shoulder. "Those Six Monkeys like to play with monkeys, and you like to play with birds. I should have known better than to send you to Mount Hua."

Lin Zhennan was also startled. "You haven't caught the same problem, have you? You want to practice the martial arts on that stone carving too?"

Lin Pingzhi shook his head vigorously, "No way! I just like hunting."

"We don't believe it." x2