Dare to Make the Sun and Moon Shine on a New Heaven

Yu Tunzhou frozen in place, its heart filled with turbulent waves.

The line of golden text that had accompanied him for three years, like a shadow, had truly vanished without a trace, leaving only a Daoist book that floated quietly in the air.

The pages of the book are simple, neither gold nor jade, and there is only an ancient Chinese character [Yi] hanging on the cover.

Has my cheat system been upgraded?

Is it due to Martial Fortune?

Can the Martial Fortune unlock even more poses for the golden text?

The first thing Yu Tunzhou thought of was a situation similar to "charging".

He sank his mind into the depths of his brain. The Daoist book emitted a faint, ancient, and clear light. Apart from that, there was nothing unusual about it. It looked like an ordinary ancient book, nothing special.

He tried to Opening the Dao book, but he was powerless to do so; it seemed too heavy to be moved.

Yu Tunzhou channeled his Primordial Spirit into the depths of his mind, but the Daoist book remained quietly suspended there, like a lonely moon hanging over the vast sea—visible but untouchable.

Let alone turning a page, it can't even be shaken gently.

Could it be due to a lack of Martial Fortune?

He stared blankly at the cover, lost in thought.

What is the meaning of the word Yi?

The concept of "Yi" (易) encompasses change, immutability, and simplicity, revealing the principles of birth, death, and transformation of all things in the universe.

Could it really be that the Book of Changes is ineffective?

Influenced by his profession in his previous life, he had also learned about the so-called "Book of Changes".

The Book of Changes (Book of Changes) is divided into three parts, but the most fundamental one is the Changes of Zhou).

But how much can the [Changes of Zhou] of the previous life be equated with the [Book of Changes] of this world?

I didn't sleep a wink all night.

As dawn approached, just as the first hint of light appeared on the horizon.

Master Xuanku emerged from the temple.

Hearing the commotion, Yu Tunzhou turned around and saw Master Xuanku with his hands clasped together, a kind smile on his face, bidding him farewell.

Yu Tunzhou stood up, opened his mouth as if to say something, such as, "Shouldn't we say Dingguang?"

Master Xuanku seemed to have read his mind and shook his head.

Yu Tunzhou remained silent, clasped his hands together, and bid farewell to the master.

A gentle voice quietly resonated in his heart; it was the voice of Master Xuanku.

"Young friend Yu, do you believe in Buddhism?"

Yu Tunzhou shakes its head.

He didn't believe in Buddha or gods, but he believed in the master and the old Daoist priest because they were the ones who saved his life when he was at his lowest point and in the most dangerous situation.

A gentle voice echoed again in my heart:

"Paying homage to the Buddhas is not about kowtowing and praying for protection before a Buddha statue, but about having reverence for all things, just like how Yu Xiaoyou believes that the ancestral home in the town has spirits."

"Speaking of which, I must congratulate you, young friend Yu. Since you started practicing martial arts, your youthful vigor has grown stronger day by day. It's truly something to celebrate."

"I hope to meet you again outside the grotto in the future, young friend. Before parting, I will give you one more piece of advice: 'Those who are self-reliant can save themselves even without divine help.'"

Master Xuanku clasped his hands together, facing the Yu Tunzhou, and also towards this world, with goodwill in his heart.

Yu Tunzhou watched the master depart, like an elder leaving at this moment, his heart filled with only silence.

I wonder when the old Daoist priest will leave us...

The next day.

Inside the temple.

The Dingguang monk Dingguang groggily got up, rubbed his eyes, and walked out of the temple, but he didn't see his master.

The little monk pursed his lips and instantly guessed the answer.

Why did my master leave without even saying goodbye?

Is it because I often get distracted when I chant scriptures?

But he just felt that chanting scriptures was meaningless. His master always said that chanting scriptures was for having Buddha in one's heart, and only by having Buddha in one's heart can one become a Buddha. But he saw everything as Buddha: his master, his senior brother, even the little fox in the back mountain.

Since Buddha is everywhere in this Mortal Realm, why must we chant scriptures to see Buddha in our hearts?

Isn't the Buddha right before our eyes?

Once, in order to avoid chanting scriptures, he mustered up a great deal of courage and solemnly explained his reasoning to his master. The master was silent for a moment, then tapped his head several times like a wooden fish, before sternly ordering him to chant scriptures.

Thinking of this, the young monk sighed, feeling somewhat downcast. Did his master still remember him? Was that why he didn't say goodbye when he left?

He closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and silently prayed three times for Buddha his master.

There's no way around it, the master is still the master.

When the little monk opened his eyes again, he was immediately startled.

A little Little White fox was being held upside down by its tail, its little mouth tightly gripping the neck of a pheasant.

Immediately afterwards, my senior brother's face appeared from behind.

"Dingguang, go get a rope and tie this fox up."

"Oh oh!"

Dingguang suddenly jumped up, his eyes shining brightly.

"Senior brother, you really went to catch foxes?"

After seeing Master Xuanku off, Yu Tunzhou went to the back mountain and caught the little fox red-handed, who had run back to the Fox Immortal Cave and was fast asleep.

At first, the little fox struggled desperately and refused to submit, but then Yu Tunzhou caught a pheasant along the way. The little fox immediately bit the pheasant's neck tightly, and this time, not only could it not struggle, but Yu Tunzhou couldn't even pull it off.

Dingguang ran to the kitchen, found a hemp rope, Yu Tunzhou skillfully put it around the little fox's neck and tied it to the side of the vegetable garden.

The little fox glanced at the rope, a hint of disdain flashing in its eyes.

Yu Tunzhou tapped the fox's head with his finger. "Give in, or I'll boil you in the pot. If you give in, I'll treat you to chicken porridge later."

Upon hearing that he was to be cooked as well, the little fox trembled and reluctantly opened his mouth.

Hearing the commotion, Li Jingxuan also came out of the Daoist temple, glanced at the fox beside the vegetable garden, and smiled:

"Did my senior brother catch this fox from the back mountain?"

The little fox, whose eyes had been darting around and staring at the salted fish under the eaves, immediately shrank back, lay down obediently, and didn't dare to move.

"Junior Brother Li, have chicken porridge for breakfast." Yu Tunzhou held up the pheasant in his hand.

Li Jingxuan glanced at the little fox and said seriously, "As long as there's meat, it's fine."

Upon hearing this, the little fox trembled all over.

Dingguang squatted down beside him and stroked the fox's tail.

Yu Tunzhou went to the river to process the pheasant, and then came to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

While making breakfast, Dingguang sighed and complained to his senior brother that their master had left without saying goodbye. He wasn't a child anymore; even if it were a farewell, he wouldn't cry...

Yu Tunzhou suddenly interrupted, "Dingguang, what Dharma name do you plan to give your disciple?"

Dingguang scratched his head, wondering if he would take on apprentices in the future.

Yu Tunzhou suggested, "Let's call him Wooden Fish, that way you can tap his head every day."

"Huh?" Dingguang was stunned for a moment, then nodded like a chick pecking at rice. "Senior brother, you're a genius!"

Seeing that Dingguang's attention was easily diverted, Yu Tunzhou said calmly:

"Alright, let's eat."

The young monk took the rice bowl his master used to use, filled it with chicken porridge, and quickly delivered it to the little fox next to the vegetable garden.

After breakfast, Yu Tunzhou, as was his custom, would practice boxing in the courtyard to aid digestion.

Li Jingxuan had just lain down, straightened up, his expression solemn.

This was because at this moment, Yu Tunzhou's body was surrounded by Fist Intent as fluid as water.

"Do you understand now?"

Before anyone knew it, the old Daoist priest appeared in the courtyard.

"Was it due to the blessing of Martial Fortune that it appeared in the world ahead of schedule?" Li Jingxuan's brows furrowed. "But it shouldn't be like that..."

The old Daoist priest nodded slightly. "Your Fist Intent is like a blank sheet of paper; it really shouldn't be like that."

The very Fist Intent surging from Senior Brother Yu was something they all eagerly anticipated.

However, the current Fist Intent is like a blank sheet of paper, like a real dragon painting, with scales and claws flying and details lifelike, but it lacks the final finishing touch, which is also the most crucial step.

The old Daoist priest added, "But that also makes it even more anticipated."

Li Jingxuan's expression turned solemn. "Is it the Great Dao's suppression, or Heavenly Abhorrence?"

In this world today, whenever a person who has attained enlightenment breaks through a certain realm and the method of enlightenment is revealed in the world, they will all be subject to a kind of the Unseen Heavenly Abhorrence.

In Li Jingxuan's eyes, Senior Brother Yu's set of fist techniques had the momentum of opening up a path and establishing his own territory, which could barely be considered worthy of the title of "enlightened one".

The old Daoist priest shook his head. "The Martial Dao here are supreme, and even the Heavenly Dao of the outside world cannot interfere."

Li Jingxuan frowned and said in a deep voice, "Senior brother, are you saying that person is using Martial Dao to suppress Senior Brother Yu's Fist Intent from taking shape?"

The old Daoist priest stroked his beard and pondered, "Not necessarily. It's also possible that the Fist Intent is too vast, and young friend Yu himself hasn't figured out how to articulate it. Having the Tao in one's heart doesn't mean one can speak of it."

Li Jingxuan sighed in silence. His senior brother's last words had truly addressed an age-old problem.

Having the Way in one's heart does not mean one can speak of, transmit, or impart the Way.

But regardless, Senior Brother Yu's boxing skills have taken a big step forward, which is a good thing.

He suddenly realized what was going on and glanced sideways at him. "Brother Yu said yesterday that he was worried I wouldn't be able to control the situation, so he stayed a little longer. But his real intention, I'm afraid, wasn't to stay a few more days to see how Senior Brother Yu's Fist Intent evolved?"

After being exposed, the old Daoist priest Mount Tai, instead clicking his tongue and saying, "Jingxuan, you really need to learn more about how to conduct yourself. No wonder those guys sent you to me."

The old Daoist priest paused, glanced in the direction of the temple, shook his head, and turned to walk towards the Daoist temple.

Li Jingxuan nodded to Lu Huaiqing, who had just emerged from the temple.

After examining this new direct descendant of the Highest Purity clan, Lu Huaiqing's gaze fell upon Yu Tunzhou, and he finally uttered four words of reflection:

"It's spectacular."

After Yu Tunzhou finished practicing his boxing, he turned around and found that Lu Huaiqing had been waiting for him for a long time.

Yu Tunzhou hesitated for a moment, then asked, "How should I address you, senior?"

Lu Huaiqing laughed and said, "As long as you don't call me Master Lu, you can call me whatever you want. Martial Dao come first; everything else is secondary."

Yu Tunzhou nodded. "Then it's Senior Lu."

Lu Huaiqing walked into the courtyard, casually glanced around, and said:

"Now that you're ready, let's get straight to the point."

Before we begin formal martial arts training, I'd like to ask you a question: In your eyes, what is the way of Martial Dao?

Yu Tunzhou, stunned.

What is Martial Dao?

Lu Huaiqing seemed unprepared for Yu Tunzhou's answer and continued speaking on his own:

"Yu Tunzhou, you and I have had similar experiences. In these three years, have you ever thought about it? If we followed the principles we took for granted, yet still failed in the end, was the fault ours, or the fault of this world?"

Yu Tunzhou was startled, and the answer in his mind almost slipped out.

Lu Huaiqing raised his hand and clenched his fist again, speaking slowly and deliberately:

"This is the origin of Martial Dao."

"Martial Dao are an extension of Human Dao."

"Human Dao is the bottom line of the Way of Heavenly Dao."

"If one day, the Yu Tunzhou of Heavenly Dao are no longer enough to soothe people's hearts, what should people do?"

"The answer to this question was actually given by the sages of High Antiquity."

This moment.

Before Yu Tunzhou's eyes, it seemed as if hundreds of millions of fireflies lit up one after another, covering the mountains and fields, countless in number, gathering into a sea of stars, shining brightly on the Mortal Realm wilderness.

He gazed at the illuminated wilderness and murmured:

"Dare to change the world."