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  "Hehe, I still learned this name from you."

  The Taoist frowned again, his lips trembling, but not a sound came out. In Chen Jing's ear, however, a clear voice was heard: "The Way of the Sword, tempering the mortal heart to give birth to fearlessness, with one thought summoning wind and clouds, moving then wielding the sword for a thousand miles, summoning thunder and lightning, without any intention of retreat. Stillness then embracing heaven and earth, unflappable even if the heavens collapse, taking the intention of fearlessness. Movement and stillness combined, yin and yang merged, attaining the heavenly heart, obtaining benevolence. When all four are obtained, it is called extermination, severance, entrapment, and execution."

  Chen Jing's face showed a look of surprise, and the Taoist priest smiled and said, "You don't have to say anything. Although I don't know who taught you your sword technique, I believe you also don't know, but your sword technique is from my East Sea Golden Turtle Island lineage."

  He finished speaking and seemed extremely delighted, looked at the divine image inside and said: "If you can transform into a human form one day, come to Donghai Golden Turtle Island, I will inform my senior brother and hold a grand welcoming ceremony for you."

  Chen Jing said: "I think you may have misunderstood. The person who taught me the sword technique never said he was from the Donghai Jinyu Island lineage."

  "Heh heh, junior brother, it can't be wrong. Only the people of Donghai Jinyu Island would know that sword mantra, and it must be an inner disciple of my Jinyu Island." The Taoist said: "My Dao number is not held, if junior brother comes to find me in the future, just say you're looking for me."

  He finished speaking and said a few more words, then turned around and disappeared into thin air. Chen Jing stood there looking at the empty space, but in his heart he was thinking about what kind of relationship Old Sword Guest had with Donghai Jinyu Island. The few sentences of sword mantra that Not Executing Person had just spoken, Chen Jing had indeed heard from Old Sword Guest before, but it wasn't what that person thought it meant. At the time, Old Sword Guest had only said one sentence of sword mantra when teaching sword skills, saying this could be considered the overall outline of the world's sword path, then the sword art Chen Jing learned was another segment of oral mantra.

  He thought for a while and then stopped thinking about it. As long as time is long enough, everything will be washed away like a true image buried in the sand.

  As for the Trapping Immortal Sword Manual and the Trapping Immortal Formation, Chen Jing knew nothing about them. For him, formations were unfamiliar territory, and he had never even conceived of such a concept in his mind. This great battle could be said to be the perfect fusion of his divine domain, along with the magic and swordsmanship he had comprehended himself.

  From the power of mountains and rivers to the application of momentum, while also integrating his own insights into Jie Yun, so people who enter the white fog must use their magical powers to defend themselves, otherwise they will be swept away by that rushing momentum. When that momentum is disrupted, he can change in response to become as chaotic and grinding as Jie Yun, and the sword is like a lightning bolt flashing in the midst of Jie Yun.

  He didn't know that from the outside, this was an array. Although arrays could also achieve this effect, the process of formation was completely different. In the Way of the Gods, this was called entering the realm of technique. It was no longer just using force or momentum alone, but a perfect combination of the momentum of mountains and rivers with the spiritual power of mountains and rivers, forming a new means, which is technique. Chen Jing called it "Linghe Trap Empty Sword Domain".

  Xu Ling returned to the He Qian Ci Tang, Yan Luo Niang returned to her sect, Da Hong Xia and Bei Ke were categorizing those magical treasures in the river domain, Xiao Bai Long was holding the broken green brick in a daze after the white mist dispersed, after several days suddenly said that there seemed to be something to do, always forgot, now remembered, then rode on the black big water buffalo holding the green brick and left.

  A few days later, the front of the River God Temple returned to calm again.

  Chen Jing thought that there would be more people coming from behind, but unexpectedly, it suddenly became quiet, leaving him somewhat surprised, making him feel like the eve of a storm. When the battle ended, he sensed his own domain and found that unknowingly, his control over the Jing River domain had extended by at least 100 miles. After a moment's thought, he understood that this was because the fusion of the river spirit energy had reached a new level, and since the entire river was interconnected, the spirit energy was also the same. As his mental state grew, the amount of river spirit energy he could control also increased. If every segment of the Jing River had a river god, Chen Jing would not have been able to achieve this, but now that all the river gods in the river had died in the battle between the Dragon King Xinglang and Kunlun, the river spirit energy was already ownerless, and as long as his mental state reached it, he could merge it into his own.

  Chen Jing suddenly remembered a sentence that the old sword guest had said before, that people living in this world have some who can only use their own insignificant strength throughout their lives, and some who can use external forces through cultivation. Whether it is the cultivation world or the mortal world, if one regards the power of heaven and earth as one's own power, then the power of heaven and earth can be obtained with a flick of the wrist.

  At that time, he didn't understand, but today he suddenly remembered and found that Lao Jian's words were almost all heavenly principles. Every time he thought of a sentence, he had an epiphany and felt enlightened. However, when Chen Jing tried hard to think about what else Lao Jian had said during the many years he followed him, he couldn't remember anything except for the occasional flash of insight. The other things he hadn't remembered didn't even leave a concept in his mind, as if he had mechanically followed Lao Jian without saying a word all those years. His intuition told him that something was off, or rather, that Lao Jian was not an ordinary person, otherwise how could he have said such words? Moreover, every time Chen Jing had an epiphany, a calm and unhurried voice would appear in his mind, summarizing the essence of his realization. Chen Jing could immediately recall that this was something Lao Jian had said before, and even remember where and under what circumstances he had said it.

  Everything seemed to have calmed down, and Chen Jing was nourishing the divine image with the spiritual energy of the Qu River, absorbing the essence of the sun, moon, and stars, hoping that his physical body could transform into a divine form as soon as possible. For him, who was a god, transforming his physical body into a divine image was not as troublesome as it was for cultivators, and his sword already had a sword spirit due to a coincidence, which allowed him to merge his thoughts with the sword spirit and travel through the world. However, having a physical body that couldn't move was a fatal weakness for anyone, and since his physical body was here, even if he could merge his thoughts with the sword spirit and travel through the world, he didn't dare leave. Because once he left, his physical body would be in danger here. Moreover, the sword was like a floating water lily outside, and if his physical body were destroyed, it would mean death. Although his soul was protected by the spiritual energy of the river domain and wouldn't disappear for the time being, there were many soul-capturing flags in the world that could make people wish they were dead.

  A moonless night sky, stars scattered across the heavens, some bright, some dim, like eternal life, yet like insects that can only survive for a single night, every night is there, and every night is different.

  The River God Temple has been rebuilt, and Chen Jing stands in front of the temple looking upstream, as if he saw the source of the river domain, as if he saw Mount Kunlun, saw a golden pagoda in the middle of Mount Kunlun, and saw a cold and quiet Taoist standing on top of a magnificent Taoist temple.

  "The world is originally impure, but I have been seeking purity with all my heart. How difficult it is! Perhaps in others' eyes, I am already filthy beyond recognition." Chen Jing stood before the River God Temple, gazing at the starry sky and thinking: "What can be done about this? Either suffer a painful death amidst impurity, leaving behind an infamous name for others to gossip about, or live with all one's might and ultimately erect a monument of integrity for oneself."

  The world suddenly became quiet, so quiet that it was terrifying, as if the sky was about to fall, and all living creatures looked up at the sky.

  Months after the battle at Jinghe River, a series of thunderclaps began to echo through the heavens. Suddenly east, suddenly west, suddenly south, suddenly north. Chen Jing could sense that the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was abnormal in Jinghe's Embroidered Spring Bend. He also knew that these thunderclaps were signs of demonic transformations and heavenly tribulations. At first, one or two had caught Chen Jing off guard, but slowly he got used to it, because this thunderous sound was like the firecrackers people set off during New Year's Eve, only instead of just one night, it lasted for years, stretching on indefinitely.

  The funeral bell rang out in the Heiying Temple, and the sound of the bell echoed through the dark night. The one striking the bell was a young monk with clear eyebrows and eyes, and when he finished striking the thirteenth time and returned to the Buddhist hall, Mu Zheng stood there, his head raised, looking at his brother's tightly closed eyes, filled with worry.

  "The wood is empty, Shixiong wants to leave." Mu Zhen's tightly closed eyes stared at the pitch-black night, his voice also carrying a hint of coolness like this night.

  Little monk exclaimed: "Big brother, Master just passed away, where are you going?"

  "I'm going to Ling Shan." Mu Zhenjing stood still and said quietly.

  "Are you going there to discuss the Tao? But Master just passed away, and as the abbot, you should notify all the temples in the world of Master's passing. And then hold a succession ceremony..."

  "I will pass the position of abbot to you." Mu Zhen interrupted Xiao He Shang's anxious words, and Xiao He Shang was shocked, hastily saying: "Brother, how can this be? My magical powers are weak, my understanding of Buddhism is unclear, how can I become the abbot? This would make people all over the world laugh at our Tudeng Temple."

  The nine-dot scar on Xiaoheshang's head was extremely clear under the lamp light of Duochentemple, and his clean little head was raised. Since Muzhen came back, he had been worried about this silent and taciturn Shixiong. Until now, his worry finally turned into something else.

  "Master always warned us that worldly eyes are the deadly weapon to kill Buddha-nature, you're smarter than your senior brother, shouldn't you remember?" Mu Zhen finished and turned his head around, looking at Mu Kong with those tightly closed eyes. Mu Kong, a little monk, couldn't help but scratch his smooth hairless head, furrowing his brow and saying: "But, but, but Senior Brother, what did you go to Ling Shan for?"

  "My heart has given rise to evil thoughts, and I must rely on the spiritual mountain's Mahayana Buddhist teachings to resolve them." Mu Zhen said again, looking at the dark night sky.

  "Master said that all love and hatred in the world arise from the mind, if the mind is not calm, even a sacred place can become a devil's lair. Brother, with Buddha in your heart, every place is a spiritual mountain, no need to go anywhere."

  Mu Chen stepped out of the Dust Settling Temple and said, "I also know these things, but my heart can't calm down. I must rely on external forces to do so. From today on, you are the 29th master of the Dust Settling Temple."

  He spoke as he walked out, with Mokong closely following behind him. At the same time, he grabbed onto Mokuren's sleeve, but Mokuren swiftly cut it off with his palm and strode straight into the darkness.

  The dark night sky hung a few green lantern-like stars, shining on a solitary cliff in the sky and a Dust Temple.

  "Brother, you can't go, you can't go..." Mu Kong grasped Mu Zhen's sleeve and anxiously shouted: "Master said that the path of cultivation is about overcoming, only those with great perseverance and determination can attain the Great Way. Going to Ling Shan won't eliminate your heart demon, and you might never be able to leave Ling Shan... Brother..."

  Mù Kōng shouted loudly towards the dark night sky, with only a grey sleeve left in his hand. Mù Kōng chased after him for several steps, watching as his senior brother Mù Zhēn disappeared into the darkness of the night, and then let out a loud wail. Amidst his cries, he spoke to the night: "Senior Brother... Master said that Líng Shān is a great cage! If you go, you'll get lost; if you're lost, you'll be deluded; if you're deluded, you'll be obstructed; if you're obstructed, demons will arise, and when demons arise, you'll entrap yourself. Don't go! Don't go!"

  In the darkness, only the howling wind responded to him. The night birds under the cliff seemed to be startled by his words and rushed into the night sky, making a series of frightened and strange cries.