Chapter 54: A Twenty-year Grudge!
“Virgin body…”
Ji Qing thought about it, and in his memory, there were only some fragments.
The Ji Residence’s family education was still very strict, and it wouldn’t allow a maidservant to climb onto the bed.
So Ji Qing should be, probably, possibly a virgin body.
Ji Qing really couldn’t remember clearly.
As for whether he was a virgin body or not, one try would reveal it.
Besides, was a virgin body truly necessary for cultivation?
Ji Qing didn’t think so.
Even if he wasn’t a virgin body, achieving success in cultivation would be difficult, but he only sought entry level, so there weren’t that many requirements.
Thus, Ji Qing began to cultivate the Extreme Yang Scripture with full effort.
He simply “lived” in the Scripture Depository.
Every day, he pondered the Extreme Yang Scripture, attempting to achieve entry level.
After all, his time was running out.
As for food and drink, the Hanging Temple’s monks took care of it.
Lei Yu came to guard outside the Scripture Depository every day.
This Big Sister did it impeccably.
Ji Qing could only silently keep it in mind.
One day, two days, three days…
Ji Qing felt that this Extreme Yang Scripture wasn’t actually difficult.
He could already recite it backwards fluently.
But he still hadn’t achieved entry level.
This was very strange.
In the past, with some cultivation techniques, even second-rate internal energy arts, he would definitely achieve entry level in a few days.
“Could it really be related to the so-called virgin body?”
Ji Qing frowned.
He studied it carefully again.
The Extreme Yang Scripture was an unorthodox path; cultivating it in the orthodox way wouldn’t work.
Ji Qing thought about it. Since he couldn’t generate the first strand of Extreme Yang Internal Energy, he would follow the Extreme Yang Scripture’s meridian circulation path and use his current internal energy in his body to try circulating it.
Thus, Ji Qing slightly circulated the internal energy in his body.
“Hm? No problem.”
It just couldn’t circulate at the Ren and Du meridians, after all, they weren’t opened yet, so it was normal that it couldn’t circulate.
Ji Qing circulated it over ten times in a row.
Suddenly, Ji Qing felt a trace of scorching heat.
This trace of scorching heat was completely different from his internal energy.
“This is… Extreme Yang Internal Energy?”
Ji Qing felt extremely delighted.
He hadn’t expected to produce Extreme Yang Internal Energy just like that?
It seemed his earlier method had worked.
However, it seemed somewhat different from the internal energy normally cultivated by oneself.
This strand of Extreme Yang Internal Energy rampaged through his meridians, requiring Ji Qing to expend great effort to restrain it.
It was as if it wasn’t cultivated by Ji Qing himself.
This was the drawback: internal energy cultivated through a clever shortcut couldn’t be controlled by oneself.
But for Ji Qing, having this strand of Extreme Yang Internal Energy meant success!
He immediately used an Origin Point.
“Elevate the Extreme Yang Scripture to Perfection!”
Instantly, six Origin Points disappeared.
Scenes appeared in Ji Qing’s mind—they were images of him cultivating the Extreme Yang Scripture for years on end.
Accompanying the emergence of these memory scenes, the Extreme Yang Internal Energy in Ji Qing’s body also surged rapidly at a visible speed.
While Ji Qing was safely elevating the Extreme Yang Scripture, a strange man arrived at the foot of the Hanging Temple.
The man was burly, holding a stone lion in each of his left and right hands, walking step by step slowly up the stairs to outside the Hanging Temple.
Every step left a footprint under his feet.
Countless pilgrims involuntarily stepped aside to make way, fearing they might bump into him and get injured.
The burly man looked up at the Hanging Temple’s plaque and sneered, “Twenty years… I’ve finally returned. Hanging Temple… it’s time to settle the old accounts properly!”
The burly man exerted force with both hands.
He actually hurled the stone lions directly at the Hanging Temple’s plaque.
The stone lions whistled through the air.
Many pilgrims cried out in alarm.
Such heavy stone lions falling down—if they hit someone, they would probably smash the person into a puddle of meat paste.
The Hanging Temple’s monks were greatly shocked.
That was the Hanging Temple’s plaque.
If it was smashed, it would be a great humiliation!
This was far worse than Ji Qing forcibly demanding martial arts.
This was clearly an attempt to smash the entire Hanging Temple!
“Outrageous!”
An angry roar came from the Great Hall.
At the same time, staff monks flew out from the Great Hall using lightness skill, trying to catch the stone lions in mid-air.
But upon just touching them, the staff monks’ expressions changed instantly.
Two staff monks each tried to catch one stone lion.
If they were ordinary stone lions, even if very heavy, for second-rate expert staff monks, it wouldn’t be an issue at all.
But at this moment, these two stone lions seemed to carry a terrifying immense force.
The two staff monks, upon contact, couldn’t withstand it and were smashed to the ground by the stone lions. They were about to suffer greatly, but fortunately, other staff monks rushed to help, allowing them to land safely.
“Boom”.
The stone lions landed, caught by several staff monks together, but they couldn’t help retreating several steps, each step creating a large pit, with spiderweb-like cracks around.
“Such great power! Who dares to be so outrageous at the Hanging Temple?”
The staff monks were shocked and furious.
Such great power meant the opponent was no ordinary person.
At this time, many monks also hurried out from the Great Hall.
Many staff monks stood ready in formation.
“Hahaha, Kong Zhi, a full twenty years, and the Hanging Temple has declined generation after generation…”
With a rough laugh, a man wearing a conical hat and burly in build strode in.
“You are…”
Master Kongzhi looked at the burly man, somewhat uncertain.
The burly man directly removed his conical hat, revealing a slightly aged but ruddy face.
“Kong Wen… it’s you?”
Master Kongzhi appeared extremely shocked.
“Kong Wen… it’s him?”
“The disciple expelled from the Hanging Temple by the previous Abbot twenty years ago, also the Abbot’s junior brother.”
“I heard this Kong Wen tried to kill his master, so he was expelled from the Hanging Temple…”
Some monks of the Hanging Temple immediately recalled upon hearing the name “Kong Wen”.
After all, twenty years wasn’t long; many Hanging Temple monks were still alive.
“That’s right, it’s me!”
“Kong Zhi, when that old thing expelled me from the Hanging Temple, I swore that one day I would return openly and take back everything I lost! Unfortunately, the old thing died too early, truly letting him off easy!”
Kong Wen said through gritted teeth.
“Amitabha, Kong Wen, you should know full well who was right and wrong in those past events.”
“Hahaha, wasn’t it just that the old thing looked down on me and didn’t want to pass the Abbot position to me? Back then, in martial arts and Buddhist teachings, in what way were you better than me? The Hanging Temple had no rule that only the senior brother could succeed as Abbot. It was simply the old thing being biased.”
“Sigh, Junior Brother Kong Wen, back then your martial arts and Buddhist teachings were all superior to mine. But your heart was not upright—you secretly learned the temple’s martial arts, and when Master discovered it, not only did you not repent, you even sneak-attacked Master… Such a grave sin of betraying master and ancestors—Master expelling you from the sect, what was wrong with that?”
“The old thing’s greatest mistake was wasting my martial arts! Fortunately, I had an opportunity to break and then rebuild, recultivating a body of martial arts, even stronger than before!”
Master Kongzhi already knew Kong Wen’s intentions.
It was nothing more than revenge.
But regarding the past events, he didn’t think Master had done anything wrong.
If there was any mistake, it was adhering too strictly to the precepts of a monk, not killing Kong Wen, leading to the Hanging Temple’s great calamity today!
“Staff monks, form the formation!”
With Master Kongzhi’s command, the seven great staff monks immediately stepped forward.
But Kong Wen sneered, “Still the same old tricks, but twenty years ago the Hanging Temple could form with nine great staff monks, now only seven? It seems in these twenty years, the Hanging Temple hasn’t improved at all…”
Kong Wen faced the seven great staff monks without dodging or evading, charging straight into the Great Formation.
The seven great staff monks had exquisite moves and tacit understanding; for a second-rate expert to break their great formation was actually very difficult.
But Kong Wen was very familiar with the seven great staff monks.
His dodges and maneuvers were perfectly timed.
After dozens of moves, the seven great staff monks truly couldn’t do anything to Kong Wen.
“Mere parlor tricks…”
Kong Wen’s internal energy shook, and in the void, seven-colored lights surprisingly appeared, like a rainbow.
Then, the sky was filled with images of Kong Wen’s figure.
“Bang bang bang bang bang”.
The seven great staff monks were all struck by Kong Wen’s fist in an instant, sent flying out and crashing heavily to the ground.
“What?”
Seeing this scene, the Hanging Temple’s monks and staff monks were all greatly shocked.
Kong Wen was clearly just a second-rank martial artist—how could he be this strong?
Only Master Kongzhi exclaimed, “Seven-Colored Black Demon Divine Skill? Kong Wen, you’ve actually joined the Black Demon Sect?”
“If I hadn’t joined the Black Demon Sect, how could I recultivate martial arts? How could I return today for revenge? If not for that old thing wasting my martial arts, with my talent and aptitude, I might have become a first-rank martial artist by now. It was the old thing who blocked my path to first-rate!”
“Today, only by slaughtering the Hanging Temple can I vent the hatred in my heart!”
Kong Wen had a murderous aura.
His return today was more than just revenge.
He wanted to slaughter the entire Hanging Temple!
Master Kongzhi’s heart sank.
He knew that today, the Hanging Temple from top to bottom was probably doomed.
But could the Hanging Temple’s thousand-year foundation be destroyed in his hands?
“Kong Wen, your hatred is for Master and me. Master has already passed away, leaving only me. I am willing to let you strike me down with your palm to vent your hatred. The Hanging Temple is a thousand-year ancient temple—please do not take your anger out on it, how about it?”
At these words, the temple’s monks and staff monks all showed sorrow on their faces.
“Abbot…”
They understood that the Abbot was sacrificing himself to save the entire Hanging Temple!
A smile appeared at the corner of Kong Wen’s mouth as he coldly said, “Fine, if I personally kill you, perhaps it will vent my hatred, and maybe I’ll spare the Hanging Temple.”
“Amitabha, if I do not enter hell, who will? Kong Wen, come.”
Master Kongzhi closed his eyes.
“Kong Zhi, you’re just like that old thing—truly both wastes! Even after twenty years and becoming Abbot, you’re still a waste!”
As soon as the words fell, Kong Wen’s figure flashed and arrived before Master Kongzhi.
He raised his right palm high, mercilessly striking down at Master Kongzhi.
With this palm falling, Master Kongzhi would undoubtedly die!
“Whoosh”.
A black light instantly flew out from the Great Hall, heading straight for Kong Wen.
A strong sense of danger enveloped Kong Wen’s heart.
It seemed that if he struck down this palm, he could kill Kong Zhi, but he would also be hit by the black light, probably facing grave peril.
He truly hated Master Kongzhi to the extreme.
But to die together with Master Kongzhi?
He wouldn’t do it!
Thus, Kong Wen changed his move, turning palm to fist, punching at that black light.
“Boom”.
Violent internal energy burst out, and the fearsome energy clashed fiercely with the black light.
“Ding”.
The black light fell to the ground.
It was actually a Bone-Piercing Nail?
But a mere Bone-Piercing Nail had given Kong Wen a strong sense of danger.
Clearly, what was fearsome wasn’t the Bone-Piercing Nail, but the person who fired it!
“Who’s still hiding in the hall?”
Kong Wen stared intently at the Great Hall.
Footsteps sounded.
A figure slowly walked out from the Great Hall.
Black clothes, conical hat, long saber.
“Master Kongzhi, it seems your temple is in trouble now.”
“With this twenty-year grudge, it offsets Ji Mou’s promise to your temple—would Master agree?”
The calm voice echoed in everyone’s ears.
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