The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 579 - 75 In Front of Pushan Temple

Chapter 579: Chapter 75 In Front of Pushan Temple

The next day.

Under the clear, bright daylight, a sense of gloom lingered in the southern sky. Qing Yu looked intently, but even the Heavenly Son’s Qi Observation Skill couldn’t reveal the inner details.

"The Qi mechanism is murky and substantial, bearing the momentum to crush the heavens. Undoubtedly, a supreme warrior must be involved in this," Qing Yu said softly as he observed the Qi mechanism.

This Qi mechanism was incredibly dense. Not just for someone adept in observing Qi like Qing Yu, but even for ordinary warriors beyond the Divine Origin Realm, could faintly sense the formidable threat from it.

If it were within the True Pill Realm, they would probably not even dare approach that Qi mechanism, fearing they couldn’t escape fast enough.

The more profound one’s strength, the more terrifying the feelings would be.

"The Qi mechanism is indeed dense, but inside there is a fierce collision, constantly turbulent. This must be a battle between strong warriors. But if there is a powerful fight like this, I should not be completely unaware."

Just the intertwining of Qi mechanisms alone created such terrifying phenomena. If there were to be a true battle, with Qing Yu’s level of the Qi Observation Technique, he should immediately be able to tell which direction this intense battle was occurring.

But the current situation was such that there was only intertwined Qi mechanisms, without any sign of active combat.

"That’s truly inconceivable."

Qing Yu shook his head silently, then turned his gaze towards the magnificent temple not far away.

To be able to construct such a splendid temple within just a year’s time near the Divine Capital, it must be said that the monks of the Zen Sect indeed had their methods.

This Pushan Temple before his eyes could be counted as one of the rare grand temples in Yan Province—the Great Zen Temple had taken great efforts considering it was part of the Northern Zhou Capital City.

"There really are quite a number of people."

Qing Yu had only been standing for a moment when he saw hundreds of people entering and leaving. The propagation of Buddhism in this area was unexpectedly smooth.

"Sadly, frustratingly, with such good conditions, why can’t it be peaceful!"

With a light flick of his horsetail whisk, Qing Yu emerged from the state of ’Harmonizing Light with Dust’ and briskly walked towards Pushan Temple.

Once he emerged from ’Harmonizing Light with Dust,’ Qing Yu’s form naturally became visible to everyone. Dressed as a profound Daoist with white hair, he attracted pointing and great curiosity from those who came to offer incense.

Seeing a Taoist enter a monastery was a scene that appeared extremely intriguing to anyone.

Qing Yu’s steps did not stop, and in just a few strides, he moved swiftly as if shrinking the ground beneath, approaching the main gate of Pushan Temple.

"Amitabha, this Daoist, this place is a pure land of Buddhism. May I ask why you are here?" The two gatekeeping monks chanted the Buddha’s name and stood in the middle of the gate, blocking Qing Yu’s path.

"A pure land?" Qing Yu chuckled softly, surveying the people coming and going around him. "This place is not pure at all. The main streets of the Divine Capital might not even be as lively as here."

At that moment, more and more people gradually gathered around. After all, watching the commotion is human nature, something that can never be eradicated. In just a short time, there were nearly a hundred people coming to watch.

Observing the visitors, who were mostly common people or from relatively affluent families, yet without the presence of elite family offspring or nobility coming to offer incense, Qing Yu thought they were sensible. After surveying, identifying that there weren’t any influential people among the onlookers, he nodded subtly to himself.

Previously, Yi Qianshan’s rebellion had involved Buddhist participants. That incident had just passed, and if any insiders were now rushing to collude with Buddhism, that would be courting death.

Two guest monks heard Qing Yu’s words and knew he was there to pick a fight. Immediately, the guest monk on the left said sternly, "Daoist, although our Buddhist community widely opens the doors of convenience and welcomes believers from all directions, we do not welcome troublemakers. Please leave, Daoist."

"This little master has misspoken," Qing Yu replied calmly, "I have not come here to be a troublemaker. On the contrary, I am here to purge evil and deceit from the Buddhist community and restore its purity."

"Nonsense, we all diligently practice the Buddhist Law, where would the evildoers come from?" the guest monk on the left shouted angrily. "If you do not leave, Daoist, do not blame me for being discourteous."

It was clear that this guest monk on the left was quite bold, as he was the one doing all the talking. He was perhaps the leader of the two, or perhaps...

The guest monk on the right was feeling guilty.

"It seems that this little master knows who I am."

Looking at the silent guest monk on the right with eyes that seemed to see through one’s heart, Qing Yu’s face bore an inexplicable smile. "You are indeed bold to have a traitor guard the door. What, are you trying to demonstrate power to the court?"

Hearing this, the body of the guest monk on the right began to tremble more violently, and cold sweat poured down, instantly soaking a large area of his monk’s robe.

Earlier, Qing Yu had already noticed that the true Qi pathways inside this sweating guest monk were from the Xinyi Temple’s "Xinyi Qi He Skill," a genuine remnant of Xinyi Temple.

The Zen monks were audacious enough to have a fugitive wanted by the Northern Zhou Court blatantly guarding the gate.

"Junior brother!" Seeing the monk from Xinyi Temple trembling like a sifter, the guest monk on the left stepped forward to protect him.

"De... de..."

"Junior brother, what are you saying?"

"...Demon Path." The monk behind him did not know why, but ever since he recognized the identity of the Demon Path, an endless fear surged in his heart, unstoppable.

Now, having fully uttered the words "Demon Path," the monk felt a sense of relief, and a warm sensation arose from his lower body.

"Are you from the Demon Path?!" the guest monk on the left shouted.

"You shouldn’t say it like that, little master," Qing Yu suppressed his smile and said faintly, "Compared to these rebellious Demon Monks, I am indeed a true Daoist master."

Suddenly, Qing Yu gathered his True Qi, and his clear and powerful voice resonated throughout the entire Pushan Temple, "I, Zheng Qingyu, Director of the Imperial Observatory, am here today by the emperor’s command to capture the traitors. Anyone who aids a traitor will be accused of conspiring against the government and will be executed without mercy."

No sooner had he spoken than a powerful aura surged towards the sky, and a proud figure broke through the air, landing inside the gateway in an instant.

Xin Hui.

Qing Yu squinted slightly, ’This monk is not just practicing Arhat Fist.’

It should be said that Xin Hui might only practice one kind of Arhat Fist, but he profoundly understands the true essence of Arhat. Such depth could not be achieved by merely practicing an introductory martial arts skill.

’Unexpectedly, despite being rugged, he is actually a studious monk.’

In Qing Yu’s eyes, the Buddha Light embedded at the top of Xin Hui’s head held the shadows of eighteen Arhats and behind them, countless other Buddha figures were deeply hidden.

Xin Hui was practicing the "Arhat Divine Skill" of the Great Zen Temple, and he had already mastered it to the highest realm, achieving the "Five Hundred Arhats."