Chapter 318: Ten Years (4000 Two-in-One)

“Is this a fist?”

"How can this be a fist?"

Yan Jian had a dazed expression as he stared at the endless red river above the sky, feeling the grandeur and tyranny that dominated the world.

He had seen his teacher in action a year ago, and thought that he was invincible and no one would be able to surpass him.

But today's punch is more than ten times stronger than before.

He was clearly standing on the peak of the mountain and striking the earth, but in the eyes of the two, there was a horrifying illusion that the sky was turning upside down, the starry sky was reversed, and the Emperor was striking across the nine heavens.

"Human? God?"

In an instant, the target of this attack - the puddle.

He has transformed into a sky blue water man.

The water man let out a long roar towards the sky, and his body rose rapidly. In less than one percent of a second, he had become a giant with the starry sky above his head and the mountains, rivers and land under his feet.

The water arm that looked like a pillar of heaven, with endless blood color, rose up and waved.

Rumble!
It was as if tens of millions of thunders roared, and the violence that destroyed everything exploded on the water fist.

In an instant, the unknown ghost made a life-threatening move.

"Just a gutter bug!"

"Dare you to throw a punch in front of me?"

Liang Hui's mouth curled up coldly, and he suddenly pressed his fist down.

hum~
The red light expanded again.

The vast earth shook violently, and the sky was instantly filled with dense cracks.

The red fist easily pierced through the bloody water arm and smashed into the giant's body.

Snapped!
The huge giant that stood tall and proud exploded in an instant.

Then, the red light composed of the brilliant fist intent and endless faith evaporated.

Liang Hui clenched his fist and stood up.

As soon as he thought about it, a door of light appeared in front of him.

The young man stepped forward and walked in. The two disciples behind him suppressed the shock in their hearts and followed him.

Liang Hui took a step forward and arrived at the place where the giant was blown up.

Looking at the fist mark that spans thousands of miles, and the pure red light in the center of the fist mark.

The young man waved his hand, and the pure red light floated into his palm.

It was a ball of light that looked like a flame, and its interior was filled with dense runes. These runes were made into various chains, wrapped around the thumb-sized water man.

"Roar! Xuan Yang, you deserve to die!"

The water man howled and struggled hard, but it was useless under the chains.

“It turns out that it’s not just ghosts.”

Liang Hui's eyes shone with divine light, and he looked at the water man carefully through the red light.

"Humans and ghosts, a weird combination."

"So what?"

"Ghosts cannot be completely eliminated. Various strange beings have existed in the world since ancient times."

"Xuan Yang, you have no idea what you are about to face."

The water man roared at the top of his lungs, and a hint of sarcasm appeared on his expressionless face.

"Is it Tao?"

"Or should I say, the world?"

Liang Hui whispered, his voice was low, but it was clear enough to reach the hearts of the people.

Before he could wait, the water man had other reactions.

Liang Hui has already put away the ball of light in his palm.

"Teacher, what on earth is this thing? It actually has consciousness." Yan Jian's face was filled with horror. He stood behind the teacher and heard some of the conversation.

"The ghost tamer, or rather, the remaining thoughts of the ghost tamer after his death, combined with the ghost under accidental circumstances."

Liang Hui raised his head and looked at the bright sun in the sky, his yellow robe fluttering in the wind, with a sense of calmness.

"Teacher, I just realized that something is wrong here. Such a large lake cannot exist at all, but everyone automatically ignores this." Luo Siyuan's face was bitter.

It wasn't until the water man was suppressed that he realized the error in his logic.

Liang Hui stepped forward, his black hair flying, and prayers, countless songs and praises from all living beings gradually rang out from his body.

"Don't be disappointed. You have only practiced for a year, while the other party has existed for a thousand years and devoured countless lives. There must be a gap."

"Look at the road ahead and take it one step at a time. The outcome won't be too bad."

The young man's body slowly dissipated and then disappeared completely.

Only Yan Jian and Luo Siyuan were left on the fist mark.

For a moment, the two men began to look at the fist marks under their feet, and the atmosphere began to become quiet.

An unknown amount of time had passed before Yan Jian withdrew his hand from caressing the earth.

"Big Brother, did you hear clearly what the teacher said to the ghost just now?"

"Since ancient times, there have been many surviving ghosts."

Luo Siyuan stepped forward and patted Yanjian on the shoulder with a gentle smile on his face.

"Before the teacher came, ghosts were immortal, right?"

“No matter how many survive, it’s not surprising.”

"But now they can be suppressed and killed. As time goes by, Xuanyang Taoist Temple will definitely be able to eliminate all the ghosts."

"Big Brother, I'm looking forward to that day." Yan Jian stood straight with longing in his eyes.

After a few words of conversation and strengthening their respective confidence, the two left side by side.

the other side.

Liang Hui did not return to the Taoist temple, but came to the Western countries.

The young man was wearing a yellow Taoist robe and walking on the street, glancing at the white people walking around.

These white people pray before eating or when greeting acquaintances.

"Praise be to you, great and most high God!"

Throughout the city, countless voices of prayer continued to reach Liang Hui's ears.

Perception, the place where faith is most concentrated.

Liang Hui took a step forward and came to a huge church.

The white marble walls and the unique Western spire-style architecture make the church look particularly solemn and elegant.

Ignoring the soldiers guarding the surrounding area, the young man walked into the church.

The first thing you see when you enter the door is the statue of God standing at the deepest part.

This statue is 70% similar to Tianfu outside the world.

The moment Liang Hui arrived, the statue began to emit a faint white light.

"Wushan, what is your purpose here?" The majestic and cold words echoed in the church.

The guards around him seemed to be deaf and did not react at all.

"I just came to take a look." Liang Hui stepped forward, getting closer to the statue of Catholicism.

"Let's talk about something."

"Say!"

tower!
Liang Hui stopped when he was three meters away from the statue.

The young man stretched out his arm, emitting a ball of pure white light that appeared in his palm and then floated in front of the statue.

"The rules of good fortune, I will collect them for you."

"What's the price?" Tianfu did not absorb the principles in front of the statue.

"From now on, don't influence or descend upon this world." Liang Hui had an indifferent expression, with his hands behind his back.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the church became increasingly heavy and depressing.

for a long time.

That group of Tao principles entered the statue.

"can!"

"I only want good fortune, and you can take the rest."

Then, the pale white light on the statue faded, and there was no more abnormality.

Suddenly, the young man placed his hand on the statue of the pillar of heaven.

Layers of runes flowed out from the palm of his hand, covering the entire statue, and finally disappearing into it.

During the entire process, Tianfu did not resist at all.

Let Liang Hui cut it off and rely on faith to reach the path.

The young man withdrew his hand, looked at the statue with deep eyes, and disappeared.

All that was left was an ordinary statue of God.

Time passes little by little.

From day to night, the principle of good fortune in the statue remains suspended and has not been taken away.

In the Xuanyang Taoist Temple, Liang Hui leans against the statue of the Emperor.

His eyes narrowed slightly, sensing the Dao principles that had not yet been absorbed.

"It's not the Avenue of Fortune, but I am too cautious. Time will tell me the answer."

After that, Liang Hui slowly closed his eyes and began to sense the Dao that was taken back this time. Water, cause and effect.

Years pass by, and seasons pass by.

The flowers bloom and fall ten times; spring goes and autumn comes, there are also ten cycles.

Ten years ago, the White Walkers resurrected and the world was in turmoil.

Ten years later, the magnificent Xuan Yang suppressed the world and defeated all those who disobeyed him.

The whole world worships the Emperor Xuanyang, and the whole world respects the Taoist Qingcang.

Be it ghosts or people with evil thoughts, they were all suppressed and eliminated.

On the outskirts of Taibai Mountains, a huge modern city stands between heaven and earth.

In the most central and prosperous street of the city, a vast Taoist Academy was built.

In the academy, devout prayers could be heard continuously.

Young men in Taoist robes sat cross-legged on the clean floor, reciting scriptures.

About half an hour passed before the chanting stopped.

An old man with gray hair and wearing a scarlet Taoist robe walked slowly over and stood in front of the young men.

At this moment, pairs of longing eyes looked at the Taoist robe on the old man.

That is the Taoist robe that only the disciples of Xuanyang Temple can wear.

"In half an hour, a Taoist temple will come to recruit disciples."

"Students, please be in your best condition this time to face the selection."

The old man spoke, with seriousness in his cloudy eyes.

Looking at the young man who was listening to the lecture, the old man nodded with satisfaction and reminded:

"This opportunity is extremely important to you. The rules for recruiting disciples in the Taoist temple may change."

boom!
The faces of the young men who were listening attentively changed drastically.

Xuanyang Taoist Temple enrolls 200 disciples every month, and has been doing so for the past ten years.

Now, according to what the old man said, the recruitment process will change in the future, and it seems to be extremely unfavorable.

Ignoring the changing expressions of the students, the old man walked slowly outside and disappeared in a few breaths.

Only at this moment were intermittent sounds heard, echoing among the crowd.

"What's going on? From what the dean said, the number of students admitted will be even smaller and stricter from now on."

"Originally, there were only more than 2,000 people a year, and there were tens of billions of people around the world competing for the spots. Now there are even fewer spots, and the competition will be even more intense."

"Should we become independent practitioners or join a branch of a Taoist temple?"

The so-called branches of Taoist temples are some independent practitioners who have become exorcists.

He went to Xuanyang Temple in person, kowtowed to the emperor, received a statue of the god, and founded his own sect.

But even a fool would know that the inheritance of these branches is incomplete and cannot be compared with Xuanyang Temple.

Time passed, and half an hour went by quickly.

A sturdy man in a scarlet Taoist robe walked to the front.

The sturdy man waved his hand, and a brown stone tablet appeared in front of the young men.

The stone tablet is wide, with three grooves, each with scales.

"Let's get started. Faith, Spirit, and Scripture, the three with the highest average scores, follow me and participate in the global selection."

"you first!"

The burly man pointed at a boy at random and paid no more attention to him.

Even if you pass the academy's selection, there is only a 20% chance of entering the Xuanyang Taoist Temple.

They were not his fellow disciples, and were all of inferior rank, so he did not pay any attention to them.

The big man stood on the ground, silently reciting scriptures, mobilizing the divine power in his body and tempering his body.

In his mind, he couldn't help but recall the scene when his second senior brother Yan Jian took action three years ago.

With one strike, hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers turned into dust, and all things in the world were shattered.

The ghost who was revered as a god by a small country was directly suppressed and sealed.

Such power is truly inspiring!

"Junior brother, the selection is over!" The old voice echoed in my ears.

The sturdy man looked at the old man beside him with some apology.

"Brother, I was distracted."

"You! These children are the foundation of the Taoist temple." The dean looked helpless.

"Ah."

The big man nodded to show that he understood.

He then took the three young men and left the Taoist temple.

The dean also let the unsuccessful teenager leave at this moment.

Soon, the old man was the only one left in the square.

The old man looked up at the sky and sighed softly.

He is a first generation disciple, but his talent is limited and he has not become an exorcist in ten years.

So he left Taibai Mountains and came here.

But during this period, there were undercurrents in the Taoist temple, and he could still feel it through some letters from his friends.

Over the past ten years, although they all worshipped the same God of Xuanyang and respected the same teacher, their philosophies eventually diverged.

"Fortunately, there are teachers."

"As long as the teacher is here, Xuanyang Temple will still be Xuanyang Temple."

……

"Teacher, I don't know why you called me here."

A handsome man with blond hair was sitting cross-legged on the ground with a respectful and reverent expression.

The man's skin was as white as jade and radiated a faint glow, like a god descending to earth.

On his right, there were two equally powerful figures sitting.

There were hundreds of figures sitting cross-legged behind him, each of them exuding an extraordinary aura.

In the main hall, every person who goes out can make millions or tens of millions of creatures in the world bow down to him.

Liang Hui sat cross-legged on the cushion, with an aura of almost perfection, his eyes as high as the sky and as indifferent as God.

Looking at the hundreds of Taoists sitting cross-legged in front of him, these are the essence of the Taoist temple's ten years.

Even the one with the lowest cultivation level suppressed more than a hundred ghosts.

"Get rid of the ghost!"

"Teacher, the ghosts have been suppressed, so why would I bother you to do anything?"

Yan Jian, who was sitting on the right, said in a deep voice.

A hazy gray mist emanated from him, as if there were countless pairs of gray eyes observing the surroundings.

"Teacher, if you want to suppress He Gui, I will go for you..."

Liang Hui stretched out his hand and pressed lightly.

There is clearly no power at all.

But in an instant, everyone was speechless and no one dared to speak anymore.

"Demons began to appear when the world was created."

"Ten thousand years, one hundred thousand years, ten million years, the ghosts that have accumulated, how can they be cleared away in ten years?"

"It's not like we can rest easy after ten years of hard work."

As he obtains the Time Ghost, he has a deeper understanding of this world.

The more you can understand the deepest despair of the living beings in this world.

For a moment, there was no more ease and leisure in the eyes of the Taoists.

Even Yan Jian, Luo Siyuan and Andre, who were sitting in the front row, looked solemn.

The more I think about it, the more serious I become.

They never doubt the teacher's words.

Liang Hui waved his hands, and hundreds of rays of light floated down in front of each person.

Every Taoist's hand changed color after they reached out and grasped the light.

"go Go!"

The young man waved his hand, signaling the disciples to leave.

A long time, a long time.

No one left.

"What are you hesitating about? A few enemies, nothing serious."

"Teacher!" A Taoist with gray hair slowly stood up and bowed.

"treasure!"

Turn around and leave.

The disciples bowed one by one, then turned and left.

Soon, only Yan Jian, Luo Siyuan and Andre, who had not received the glory, were left in the main hall.

"Teacher, what's the matter?"

(End of this chapter)