The Wonderful Power of Dharma Artifacts, Would You Like to Be the Abbot

The bright moon hung in the sky, stars twinkling faintly.

Inside the courtyard, a group of disciples stood on the surrounding corridors, excitedly shouting and cheering as Qing Ku sparred with Jiang Changsheng.

Jiang Changsheng stood in place, his feet not moving an inch. His left hand was behind his back, and his right hand defended against Qing Ku, effortlessly neutralizing Qing Ku's attacks and pushing him away.

At sixteen years old, he was handsome and distinguished, standing out among the crowd.

Qing Ku practiced the Nine Seeking Heavenly Dragon Steps taught by Jiang Changsheng. This footwork was exquisite but lacked substantial offensive power, so Qing Ku's attacking moves were from the Dragon Arising Temple's martial arts.

It had to be said that most of the Dragon Arising Temple's martial arts were quite poor. In Jiang Changsheng's view, they were no different from the traditional martial arts of his previous life on Earth.

Jiang Changsheng once again pushed Qing Ku away with one hand. Qing Ku retreated seven steps, staggering before falling to the ground.

Qing Ku called out helplessly, "I give up."

The surrounding disciples cheered, praising their Third Brother for his prowess.

Since reaching the fourth level of the Dao Follows Nature Skill, Jiang Changsheng occasionally gave pointers to the other disciples, establishing his image as the Third Brother, and his prestige gradually increased.

Just as Jiang Changsheng was about to ask if anyone else wanted guidance, the courtyard door was pushed open. Everyone turned to look, immediately frightened and running back to their rooms.

Qing Ku quickly got up and hurried back inside, leaving only Jiang Changsheng and the newcomer in the courtyard.

"Third Junior Brother, you should go to bed early at night and not indulge these little brats in their mischief."

Meng Qiuhe walked up to Jiang Changsheng and said earnestly, a deep frown on his face, with a few strands of white hair appearing at his temples.

In just two years, he was a different person. The once lively and cheerful Second Brother had become a gloomy man obsessed with martial arts...

Jiang Changsheng sighed inwardly. In the end, it was because of him. If he hadn't been rescued and brought to the Dragon Arising Temple, things would have been different.

But all of this wasn't caused by him either; he was also a victim.

Jiang Changsheng smiled and said, "Okay, Eldest Brother."

Meng Qiuhe stared at him, his eyes burning, and asked, "Third Junior Brother, two years ago, you were able to kill the Evil King. How strong are you now? When will you spar with me?"

Jiang Changsheng didn't want to discourage Meng Qiuhe and declined, "Forget it, the Evil King was just careless back then. I'm actually no match for him. Eldest Brother, I'm tired, I'll go back to rest first. We can practice swordsmanship together when we have time."

With that, he turned and walked towards his room.

Meng Qiuhe asked, "I heard that Li Changqing has already entered the realm of the absolute peak. Third Junior Brother, do you want to go down the mountain and make a name for yourself?"

So fast?

Could it be that he cultivated demonic arts?

Jiang Changsheng thought to himself, waving his hand, and said, "I don't want to go down the mountain. I just want to stay in the Dragon Arising Temple, away from the world's troubles."

Meng Qiuhe watched him enter the room before turning and leaving.

Back on his bed, Jiang Changsheng frowned.

What did Meng Qiuhe mean by what he just said?

Does this guy also want to learn from Li Changqing?

He thought for a while and decided not to meddle in other people's business, then began to close his eyes and practice his skills.

The next morning, after he finished ringing the Dao Bell, Qing Ku was not in the room. So, he took the Kirin Whisk out of his mind. He had been worried that he wouldn't be able to put it back after taking out the survival reward, so he hadn't taken it out. Now, it was time.

During this time, he had completely mastered the Sword Control Art. Usually, besides cultivating the Dao Follows Nature Skill, there was nothing else he could do, so he might as well play with magical artifacts.

The Kirin Whisk appeared out of thin air in his hand. This whisk looked no different from ordinary whisks, but the handle was white jade in color, resembling a piece of white bone.

He held the Kirin Whisk and could feel the surging mana inside. As expected of a magical artifact, it came with spiritual power.

A memory emerged in his mind, telling him how to make the magical artifact recognize its owner. He began to imitate, probing his divine sense into the Kirin Whisk, breaking through the internal restrictions of the magical artifact.

After half an hour, the Kirin Whisk successfully recognized him as its owner. After recognizing its owner, the Kirin Whisk began to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on its own, which was very magical.

When Jiang Changsheng injected spiritual power into the Kirin Whisk, the tassels on it could freely extend, and he could control them to perform actions such as binding and striking.

Wonderful!

Jiang Changsheng tried to put the Kirin Whisk back into his mind, but he failed.

Once the items of the survival reward were taken out, they could only exist in reality.

Although he was a little regretful, he could accept it.

From then on, Jiang Changsheng wore the Taihang Sword on his waist and held the Kirin Whisk in his hand, looking like an immortal. When disciples asked about this whisk, he said it was given by Chen Li. The disciples in the temple knew that Chen Li and the Fourth Prince would occasionally come to visit him.

Not only these two, but also other dignitaries wanted to visit Jiang Changsheng. At first, he received them, but after many times, he politely declined, because those people just wanted to see him, without Chen Li's sincerity.

The summer sun was scorching, baking the space and making it slightly distorted.

"Brother Changsheng, I'm going to join the army. I won't be able to visit you for five years. I hope you'll forgive me."

The young man said spiritedly in front of Jiang Changsheng. He put his hands on his hips, covered in sweat, but his energy was still high.

Jiang Changsheng had just finished instructing him on the Shadow Leg and was about to send him away, but he didn't expect him to say this.

Jiang Changsheng asked, "Where are you going to join the army? Not in Jing City?"

The Great Jing Dynasty had been established for sixteen years, and the interior was harmonious and peaceful, but the external wars had never stopped. The north had been at war, and every year a group of generals with outstanding military achievements would be born.

Jiang Yu smiled and said, "Of course, it's to the north. I want to flatten the desert and destroy Gu Han."

Gu Han was a dynasty north of the Great Jing Dynasty, with a vast territory, often invading the surrounding dynasties. The predecessor of the Great Jing Dynasty, the Chu Dynasty, had been breached by Gu Han for a period of time, and most of its territory fell, and the royal family and people were humiliated, causing the people of the Great Jing Dynasty to still have a hatred for Gu Han engraved in their bones.

In addition to pursuing longevity, the current emperor's biggest goal was to flatten Gu Han and achieve eternal feats.

Jiang Changsheng smiled and said, "It's not so easy for a prince to join the army. You have to think it over."

Jiang Yu grinned and said, "There's no way, if I don't join the army, I can't compete with my eldest brother."

Jiang Changsheng was stunned. This was the first time Jiang Yu had revealed his ambition to him.

The faction of the fake crown prince was getting stronger and stronger. It was said that two of the six ministries had been controlled by him, and he personally supervised the Yamen in Jing City. At the age of sixteen, he already had the ability to handle government affairs, and many people were looking forward to what kind of prosperous age he would bring to Great Jing after he ascended the throne.

As for the current emperor, the people had a lot of criticism about him, and the construction of the canal was really a waste of money and hurt the people.

Jiang Changsheng followed and said, "Then I wish you success."

Jiang Yu asked curiously, "If my eldest brother or other princes come to win you over these years, will you go down the mountain?"

He looked casual, but he was extremely nervous inside.

Jiang Changsheng shook his head and chuckled, "Of course not. If I were after fame and fortune, I would have listened to His Majesty and gone to participate in the Martial Arts Imperial Examination long ago."

Jiang Yu smiled and turned to leave.

"Changsheng-ge, wait for me to ride back to Jing City. I will carry forward your martial arts on the battlefield!"

The young man's laughter echoed between the buildings, full of confidence and vigor at the age of fourteen.

Jiang Changsheng looked at the pastries beside him, a look of regret on his face.

He wouldn't be able to eat such delicious pastries for a long time to come.

The Fourth Prince's departure from Jing City did not cause much of a stir. There were more than ten princes in the current dynasty, and a crown prince had already been established, so the Fourth Prince's presence was not very noticeable.

Jiang Changsheng did not slack off after breaking through the fourth level of the Dao Follows Nature Skill, and he practiced diligently every day.

Days passed, and the leaves in the Dragon Arising Temple began to turn yellow, indicating that autumn was approaching.

The Dragon Arising Temple had returned to its former state. From time to time, dignitaries came to burn incense and seek guidance, and some heroes came to stay and recuperate. Although Jiang Changsheng was the third disciple, he usually did not receive guests. Other disciples were responsible for this. Currently, the one in charge of the Dragon Arising Temple was his second senior sister, Meng Qiushuang.

Meng Qiuhe and Meng Qiushuang were biological siblings. Their parents were killed by bandits when they were young, but fortunately, Qingxu Taoist Priest rescued them and brought them up the mountain together.

At noon, Jiang Changsheng sat cross-legged on the Dao Bell Tower, facing the scorching sun, circulating his energy and breathing, absorbing the weather between heaven and earth.

Qing Ku suddenly ran downstairs and shouted, "Something bad has happened, Senior Brother, Eldest Senior Brother has run away again!"

Jiang Changsheng opened his eyes, got up and came to the railing, looking down at Qing Ku, and asked, "What do you mean? Are you talking about Senior Brother Meng, or Senior Brother Li?"

"Of course it's Senior Brother Meng, or rather, another Eldest Senior Brother has run away!"

Qing Ku said anxiously, his tone urgent.

Jiang Changsheng frowned, flipped over and jumped, landing lightly like a white crane. Qing Ku was used to his movement technique and immediately led the way.

The two quickly arrived in front of the Hall of Bright Mind, where most of the disciples were gathered. Those who didn't come were either responsible for guarding the mountain gate or for entertaining guests.

Inside the hall, Qingxu Taoist Priest had his back to them, holding a letter in his hand, silent.

Meng Qiushuang gritted her teeth and said, "Master, I'll go find him!"

Jiang Changsheng was surprised. Meng Qiuhe went down the mountain without his own sister?

Qingxu Taoist Priest sighed, "No need, respect him. Qiuhe is different from Changqing. He didn't defect to the Devil Sect. He just wants to seek more powerful strength. In the future, in Jing City, perhaps you will see him again."

He turned around and looked at the disciples.

Jiang Changsheng saw that his expression was calm, so it seemed that he had guessed it long ago.

"The position of Eldest Disciple will be handed over to Qiushuang, and the other disciples will be promoted in order." Qingxu Taoist Priest said.

Jiang Changsheng became the second senior brother. He felt a little helpless. This promotion speed was too fast.

Wouldn't he become the eldest senior brother in another two years?

"Changsheng, come with me."

Qingxu Taoist Priest waved his whisk, turned around and left. Jiang Changsheng, upon hearing this, quickly followed.

The other disciples continued to discuss Meng Qiuhe's descent from the mountain.

Passing through the Hall of Bright Mind and entering a long corridor, the outside noise gradually faded away. Jiang Changsheng followed behind Qingxu Taoist Priest, his mind full of thoughts, wondering what he wanted to say.

Jiang Changsheng still wanted to know if Qingxu Taoist Priest knew about his background and what his views were, so he could decide how to take revenge.

He was still unsure if anyone in Jing City could defeat him, so he had to be careful.

They arrived at a secluded courtyard. The courtyard was small, with an old tree standing in the middle. The tree's trunk was winding like a dragon's body, and the dense autumn leaves fluttered in the wind, with a circle of yellow rings already piled up on the ground.

Qingxu Taoist Priest stopped, looked at the old tree, and slowly said, "Changsheng, do you want to go down the mountain?"

Jiang Changsheng was stunned and quickly asked, "Why does Master want to drive me down the mountain?"

He didn't expect Qingxu Taoist Priest to mean this.

Qingxu Taoist Priest calmly said, "If you are unwilling to go down the mountain, would you be willing to be the Abbot of Dragon Arising Temple in the future?"