Indestructible Vajra (Thanks to Sister Laomian for the Alliance Leader sponsorship)

Hengyuan paused for a moment, then said, "I met Lord Xu during the Sangbo case. At that time, I was implicated in the case because of my junior brother Henghui, Nightwatchers watchmen's gongs surrounded the hiding place of my junior brother Henghui and me."

"I thought that even if I escaped death, I would be locked up in prison. I didn't expect that Lord Xu, the official in charge, would release me immediately after he found out that I was involved and not Heng Hui's accomplice."

Here, Hengyuan made a change, concealing the fact that Xu Qi'an had deceived him. Of course, Hengyuan still doesn't know that Xu Qi'an was deceiving him.

"He's still a good person!" Monk Jingchen sneered.

But he was also shameless. When he asked Xu Qi'an what kind of person he was, even the monk Jingchen felt ashamed for Xu Qi'an when he thought back on it, yet he himself spoke so frankly.

It's not a question of whether he's a good person or not; how should I put it, he has an indescribable personal charm. Hengyuan continued:

"After I left Qinglong Temple, I stayed at the Yangshengtang in the southern part of the city, where a group of homeless old people and children were taken in. When Lord Xu found out, he generously gave money to help them every now and then."

"You know, his monthly salary was only five taels of silver, and at that time he was just a lowly gong player. But he never complained and even comforted me by saying that the silver was found on the street."

"Ha, I secretly investigated him. He's different from all other Nightwatchers; he never abused his power for personal gain or exploited the people. That money was all saved up by him through frugality."

Upon hearing this, Monk Jingchen fell silent.

He recalled Xu Qi'an's boastful words, claiming that he had never taken a single needle or thread from the people.

Master Du'e remained noncommittal, saying calmly, "Doing good deeds doesn't necessarily make one a good person; people have a thousand faces."

Hengyuan frowned, displeased, and continued, "Then I'll tell you something else, my grandmaster. Before the Sangbo case, he almost killed his superior who was trying to defile a girl he didn't even know, and he was imprisoned for it and sentenced to be cut in half at the waist."

"If the Yongzhen Mountain and River Temple hadn't been destroyed at the time, and the imperial court hadn't urgently needed personnel, he would already be dead."

After pondering for a long time, Master Du'e asked again, "What is so special about him?"

When asked about his special abilities, Hengyuan carefully replied, "Aside from his exceptional talent and prodigious ability in Martial Dao, there's nothing special about him."

Master Du'e seemed somewhat disappointed, and nodded, saying, "You may go and attend to your business."

Hengyuan clasped his hands together and left the room.

"Uncle-Master, Hengyuan wasn't lying. It seems that Xu Qi'an is indeed a very kind person, although his behavior is quite unpleasant," said Monk Jingchen.

Whether as an official or as a person, Xu Qi'an was a kind and gentle man. Although he had some annoying slickness, it did not diminish his overall character.

Master Du'e hummed in agreement.

The handsome monk Jingsi immediately asked, "Then, could he possibly have any connection with evil spirits?"

Master Du'e shook his head and said in a deep voice, "The masterminds behind this case are the remnants of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons, Emperor Yuanjing, and the Supervisor. The former is only half-heartedly involved, while the latter is just watching from the sidelines. They have little to do with the silver gong. Since he is a kind person, we don't need to make things difficult for him."

Jingchen snorted coldly, "The Great Feng is untrustworthy and has repeatedly broken its promises. Why should we form an alliance with them again? I wonder what the Arhats and Bodhisattvas are thinking."

As one of the Arhats, Master Du'e glanced at his junior disciple and slowly said, "The northern barbarians have the bloodline of demon gods and have been connected with the northern Demon Race for thousands of years."

"There are many barbarian tribes in the Southern Frontier border region, among which the seven most powerful Gu tribes are also considered descendants of the Demon God. The Northeast Witch God Cult already has a Witch God who has surpassed the rank."

"If we want the entire land of Kyushu to be bathed in the light of Buddha, we must form an alliance with the Great Feng."

The only option is to ally with the Great Feng. From their master's words, disciples Jingchen and Jingsi extracted an important piece of information:

The reason why Buddhist School allied with the Great Feng was that the Great Feng had neither beings beyond its rank nor any entanglement with demons or gods.

Of course, thousands of years ago, there was a being in the Central Plains who transcended official rank: Confucian School sage.

But the Great Feng Dynasty didn't exist back then.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Jingchen tentatively asked, "So what's our next step? Are we going to track down the evil creature? Are we just going to leave the Great Feng like this?"

Master Du'e smiled mysteriously, "I heard that recently, due to the struggle between the Daoist School Celestial Person the celestial beings, many martial arts practitioners have flocked to the capital, and the government has built four arenas in the outer city."

"We'll use two. Jing Si, you will use your indestructible body to fight the martial artists from the capital. Jing Chen, you can choose any arena to recite scriptures and preach."

"As for me, now that I'm in the Great Feng Dynasty, I'll meet with the Supervisor."

After Master Du'e finished speaking, he walked out of the room, gazed at the setting sun in the west, and said leisurely, "The Central Plains have long been unaware of the power of Buddhist School."

At night, Xu Qi'an and his colleagues went to the Imperial Academy of Music government-run entertainment district). Li Yuchun, who said, "The rocking chairs at the Imperial Academy of Music are never in sync," and Yang Yan, who said, "I'm just here to drink."

Fuxiang was deeply devoted to Xu Qi'an. Every time Xu Qi'an brought people to Yingmei Pavilion, Fu Xiang would always respectfully attend with her zither and perform a piece.

Some of the courtesans who had close ties with Xu Qi'an also came to join in the fun, giving Xu the opportunity to have women on both sides of his body.

But Xu Baipiao wasn't happy. While others were drinking and celebrating until dawn, he was thinking about:

Holy crap, this must have cost me at least a hundred taels of silver.

He himself came to the Imperial Academy of Music to flirt with the courtesans, a refined and virtuous affair, untainted by vulgar transactions involving money and sex. But bringing so many colleagues along for drinks meant it couldn't be for free.

Even if Fuxiang were willing to pay out of her own pocket to cover his "costs," Xu Qi'an, a dignified man of seven feet tall, would never agree to such a thing, as he would never take a single needle or thread from the common people.

"Be more careful when hosting guests in the future, especially at places like the Imperial Academy of Music, a den of iniquity. Tomorrow I'll try to get reimbursed by Duke Wei. I hope he'll sign the reimbursement form out of consideration for my loyalty." Xu Qi'an forced a smile, raised his glass, and said:

"Let's drink! Everyone, don't be shy, we won't leave until we're drunk tonight!"

Get them all completely drunk, that way we'll save money on sleeping with women!

As a result, they drank until late into the night, but none of the warriors were completely drunk. Xu Qi'an could only smile on the outside while inwardly cursing and ending the banquet, saying:

"To ensure my boss gets a good night's sleep, everyone must follow instructions when rocking the bed at night, rocking to the rhythm and not going off-key."

Li Yuchun: "."

The next day, Xu Qi'an rode Erlang's steed back to the yamen at full speed. He went to Yidao Hall, picked up a brush, ground ink, and had the clerk write out an expense report.

Number of participants in this social event: 21.

Project: Praising the imperial court and Duke Wei (drinking, making merry, and sleeping beauties).

Cost: 164 taels and 3 mace.

After writing the note, Xu Qi'an pondered for a moment, deciding that Xu Yinluo was a man who cared about his reputation, so he had a clerk deliver it to Haoqi Tower.

Before long, the clerk returned and reported, "Duke Wei said that the note was not written by you yourself, and it lacks sincerity."

Phew. This shows that Wei Yuan is dissatisfied, but is willing to reimburse me. Ha, rest assured, Duke Wei, this humble servant will go through fire and water for you to repay your great kindness!

Xu Qi'an immediately wrote a reimbursement form, dried the ink, folded it, and asked the clerk to make another trip.

Not long after, the official returned, and Wei Yuan's reply was: No approval!

"Are you kidding me?!" Xu Qi'an was angry and asked, "What did Duke Wei say?"

After hesitating for a long time, the clerk cautiously asked, "Does mocking your poor handwriting count?"

Wei Yuan and Xu Qi'an angrily kicked the clerk out.

After the spring imperial examination, the most anticipated event should have been the palace examination a month later.

The phrase "passing the imperial examination with flying colors" has stirred people's hearts since ancient times.

From ordinary people in the countryside to emperors and nobles, everyone attached great importance to the imperial examination.

However, the 37th year of Yuanjing was particularly eventful. First, there was the Daoist School debate between Celestial Person and Man, which took place once every sixty years and was even more attractive than the imperial examination.

Later, the Western Regions delegation arrived in the capital, causing another sensation.

Great Feng in Dafeng are few and far between, Buddhist School monks are rare, but legends of Buddhist School masters have been passed down through the Great Feng world of Dafeng for generations.

Things like reincarnation, immortality of the body after death, and relics breaking all laws.

People in the martial arts world were very curious about Buddhist School, and the Western Regions delegation did not disappoint them. The next day, a handsome young monk came to the arena in the south of the city.

He made outrageous remarks, saying he would use the Vajra Divine Skill of Buddhist School to teach the martial arts masters of the Central Plains a lesson.

That very day, he attracted a horde of chivalrous heroes who rose up against him, but none could break his indestructible body, and they all left in disgrace.

In the North City, which faces the South City, a high-ranking monk from the Western Regions also occupied the arena, but he was not challenging the masters of the Great Feng; instead, he was giving a sermon.

The people of the city flocked there to listen to the high monk preach, completely absorbed. Some prodigal sons wept bitterly, some villains repented and reformed, and some male heirs who had been the only sons in their family for generations had a profound awakening and wanted to become monks.

Various rumors circulated among the people, some quite bizarre, and more and more people gathered to listen to the Buddhist teachings.

An inner city restaurant.

Several tables of wandering scholars chatted about Buddhist School in the Western Regions. At first, it was just a casual conversation between two people, but gradually more and more people joined in, and later even ordinary people eating at the table joined the discussion.

"It's been three days already, and that little monk hasn't lost a single time. You martial arts practitioners pride yourselves on your superior skills, how come you can't even beat a little monk?"

"What do you, a commoner, know? That's not just any ordinary little monk. He's a high-ranking monk from the Western Regions, a member of the Buddhist School there. Even if he's just a child, he shouldn't be underestimated."

"So that's how it is. The Buddhist School of the Western Regions are indeed formidable. Compared to them, our Great Feng is far inferior."

"Hmph, weren't the Nightwatchers supposed to be the guardians of the capital? Each of the ten Golden Gongs is a top-tier expert, so why haven't we seen Nightwatchers make a move?"

"You outsiders don't know, the Nightwatchers are only good at dealing with officials; they're spineless when dealing with outsiders," a Beijing resident said disdainfully.

Instead, a martial arts practitioner became displeased and retorted, "Nonsense! Just a few days ago, I personally witnessed a Silver Gong (a martial arts expert) wound a sixth-rank master with a single strike."

To this, the resident of the capital replied, "But didn't you just say that even children from the Western Regions 'Buddhist School shouldn't be underestimated? How can our Great Feng's martial artists be compared to them?"

"That's true. I've traveled the martial world for many years and have never seen such a powerful body with a body of copper and iron, gleaming with golden light. No wonder he's a master from the West."

On the second floor, Young Master Liu withdrew his gaze from beyond the railing, and said indignantly, "A bunch of frogs in a well! Master, what's with that little monk's physical body?"

"That's a unique body-forging technique from Buddhist School, far superior to the sixth-grade copper-skin-iron-bones cultivation method," the middle-aged swordsman sighed.

"It's a battle of gods; we can just watch the show from the sidelines," the beautiful woman said with a smile.

Unwilling to accept defeat, Young Master Liu stared at his future sword, now his master's, and said, "This divine weapon from the Bureau of Astronomy, can it break through his physical body?"

The middle-aged swordsman chuckled dismissively, disdainful of answering his disciple's naive question.

Rongrong, a girl with heavy makeup but not at all vulgar, frowned and said:

"Over the past three days, most of those who have stepped onto the stage to compete have been martial arts practitioners, with only a few experts from the government, but their cultivation levels aren't particularly high. Why aren't the high-ranking martial artists making a move?"

"You yourself said you're a high-level martial artist," the middle-aged woman shook her head.

"We went to see that young monk yesterday. His cultivation level isn't high, but he's invincible thanks to his Vajra Divine Skill. High-level experts naturally have their own pride; winning isn't honorable, and it would be shameful if it took them extra effort to break through his physical body."

The middle-aged swordsman nodded and added, "That's why the imperial court didn't send any experts. If the opponent lets a mere monk set up the challenge, and the court rushes to send a high-ranking expert to suppress them, who loses more face? The mighty Great Feng should have some dignity."

"So you can only suffer in silence?" Young Master Liu frowned.

Although he often speaks ill of corrupt officials and incompetent emperors when he travels around, this is his own business.

The moment an outsider dared to humiliate Great Feng, Young Master Liu would immediately feel a surge of righteous indignation.

"Then let's see if the Great Feng has any outstanding young talents." The middle-aged swordsman said, taking a sip of his wine.

At the same time, in the southern part of the city, at a restaurant.

Xu Qi'an, dressed in a silver gong uniform, stood on the observation platform, watching the fight on the arena. To his left was Chu Yuanzhen, the swordsman in a blue robe, and to his right was the burly and tall 'Lu Zhishen' Hengyuan.

At this moment, the young monk Jingsi was fighting a young swordsman in white robes. His cultivation was not bad; he was at the peak of the Qi Refining Realm. It was unknown which prestigious sect he belonged to.

The white-clad swordsman's Swordsmanship was unpredictable and unpredictable, specifically targeting the vital points of the monk Jingsi.

The young monk Jingsi remained motionless, letting the iron sword slash at his body, occasionally reaching out to deflect the insidious attacks aimed at his groin and eyes.

Although the body may be invincible, clothes are not; the belt must still be kept.

After several hundred moves, the young swordsman in white was exhausted. He had no choice but to sheathe his sword, clasp his hands in a fist and say, "I admit defeat!"

Boos erupted from the audience; both ordinary citizens of Beijing and figures from the martial arts world were deeply disappointed.

"This looks like Butterfly Sword's senior brother," Xu Qi'an said, pointing to a beautiful and dashing female warrior by the edge of the arena.

The "Butterfly Sword" of Luya Sword Pavilion is ranked alongside Miss Rongrong, the Thousand-Faced Female Thief, and the female swordswoman of the Double Swords Sect as one of the Four Beauties of the Martial World.

She was indeed beautiful, a striking beauty.

Upon hearing the sound, Hengyuan and Chu Yuanzhen glanced at it a few times, then looked away without much interest.

"Master Hengyuan, this is a unique Body Refining Cultivation Method from the Western Regions Buddhist School, belonging to the martial monk system," Chu Yuanzhen said. "Aren't you envious?"

"Of course I'm craving it," Hengyuan said.

Xu Qi'an listened intently, a slight tremor running through his heart. Was this Body Refining Cultivation Method performed by the young monk Jing Si really a method that could rival the body of copper and iron without requiring cooking or beating?

"I'm craving it too." Xu Qi'an swallowed.

Hengyuan glanced at him. "The Diamond Sutra is not something an ordinary person can master. It's impossible for someone without a foundation in Buddhism to achieve it, unless they are born with a Buddhist aptitude."

"Is this 'Buddha root' you're talking about a legitimate Buddha root?" Xu Qi'an thought to himself.

"Little monk, I'll have a go at you."

At this moment, a burly man squeezed through the crowd and leaped onto the ring.

This burly man had a divine light that was invisible to the naked eye, indicating that he was a martial artist with the Bronze Skin and Iron Bones Realm.

The onlookers, who had just been booing in disappointment, suddenly became excited.

The young monk from the Western Regions swaggered around the arena for three days, finally attracting the attention of a master of the Bronze Skin and Iron Bones Realm.

"This is going to be good," Xu Qi'an said with a smile.

After saying that, he glanced around the crowd and was surprised to find an "old acquaintance".

She was an older woman dressed in a simple cloth skirt, with a hairpin in her hair, and a rather plump figure.

Her face was serious, and she stared intently at the ring.

P. S.: I'll update first and then revise later. The next chapter might be released around midnight. Don't wait.