Chapter 2, Essence of the Spirit
The Red Sun Fire Dragon Talisman requires profound magical power to be drawn. Kang Mingyu himself does not possess such power; this talisman was left to him by his master for protection. If it were not for the pressing circumstances, Kang Mingyu would be reluctant to use it. At this moment, the Red Sun Fire Dragon Talisman was forcibly activated, indeed demonstrating formidable power that could repel a thousand demons.
Kang Mingyu was momentarily taken aback; the esoteric Buddhist sect is indeed very mysterious. Although it is located in the Mongolian-Tibetan region, throughout the ages, many eminent monks and great masters have emerged. Not only is the Buddhist doctrine profound, but it also possesses considerable supernatural powers. For instance, the Great Seal and the Vajra King practices are said to enable practitioners, under extraordinary circumstances, to achieve transformation into a rainbow body and attain Buddhahood in their physical form. Since the Great Sun Dharma King claims that it can rival the supernatural powers of his own sect, it is certainly not an empty boast.
Having been rejected by Kang Mingyu, the monk showed no anger. With a smile, he said to Kang Mingyu: "Little Daoist, since you are unwilling, I shall not force you. It is a pity, however, that the people within a few hundred miles around will inevitably suffer."
Kang Mingyu thought to himself: "This monk possesses formidable magical powers; he must have already attained the realm of Arhat!"
When asked by the monk, Kang Mingyu initially answered honestly. However, the young Taoist, despite his tender age, soon became impatient and turned the question back.
Ding
The monk laughed heartily and said to Kang Mingyu, "The old monk's Dharma name is Cangmu Jue; I believe the young Taoist has heard of this name before."
Kang Mingyu was in a crisis, yet behind him came the loud shouts of that disheveled monk
The Hundred Bones Daoist was originally a practitioner, but having unknowingly cultivated some malevolent technique, he ultimately fell into madness and was reduced to ashes. Years later, the spirit of the Hundred Bones Daoist lingered on, and he managed to piece together a skeleton from the collected bones of mountain creatures, thus reincarnating as a demon. From this mere rumor, one can discern the peculiar nature of this demon practitioner, truly unfathomable. His origins are extraordinary, and his malevolence unparalleled. It is no wonder that the Great Sun Dharma King holds him in great apprehension.
The disheveled and mad monk from earlier was now enveloped in a golden light, causing all the malevolent spirits that approached him to scream in terror, dissipating into wisps of black smoke, vanishing without a trace. The sounds of ghostly wails and divine cries stirred an involuntary sense of unease in Kang Mingyu.
These vengeful spirits and ghostly soldiers clearly met their end on the battlefield. Each one appears to be bloodied and battered, with severed limbs and missing heads, their bodies pierced by swords and arrows, resembling hedgehogs. It is evident that they are ferocious and filled with considerable resentment.
That ... ...
The Great Sun Dharma King smiled faintly, his old face resembling a landscape of deep ravines and valleys, and said: "The young Taoist is quite open-minded, a rare quality! A rare quality!"
The Great Sun Dharma King smiled slightly, just about to speak, when suddenly strange sounds erupted from the mountains and fields, and thick black smoke rose everywhere. Kang Mingyu did not wait for the Great Sun Dharma King to call him; instead, he swiftly slapped his hand and affixed several exorcism talismans to himself. Unlike the Great Sun Dharma King, who possessed profound cultivation and was impervious to all evils, Kang Mingyu feared that before he could even catch ghosts or demons, he would be frozen to the bone by the heavy yin winds and ghostly aura, leading to a mysterious and untimely death at the hands of a hundred ghosts.
The world is fraught with difficulties; who can truly remain unscathed? Life and death are predestined, so I shall perform this act of merit with the master
After exchanging a few moves with the opponent, Kang Mingyu dared not linger any longer. This ghostly creature was relentless in its attacks; after such a prolonged engagement, Kang Mingyu had not perceived any reduction in the number of adversaries. Gritting his teeth, Kang Mingyu wielded his sword in one hand while retrieving a fiery red talisman from his bosom with the other hand
The Scarlet Flame Sword Light Technique is a cultivation method of the Daoist sword qi. During cultivation, one manipulates the refined true qi with supreme mental power, forming an incredibly sharp and formless sword qi that can not only cut through gold and sever iron but also slay demons and monsters. Its power surpasses that of genuine divine weapons. Although Kang Mingyu is unaware of the origins of this technique, he has heard of the power of Daoist sword qi from www.hetushu.com, leading him to deduce that the Scarlet Flame Sword Light Technique must be an unparalleled divine skill
In this world, living one more day does not necessarily equate to a blessing
What does the life and death of others have to do with me
Kang Mingyu was fully focused on dealing with the ghost general before him, as well as the constantly attacking ghost soldiers around him, and had no time to turn back to look at the monk, who was using his ear to swat at the ghostly entities. However, the sounds coming from behind were quite clear, indicating that the monk had not yet been torn to pieces by these apparitions that had manifested in broad daylight. Moreover, he was energetically reprimanding these spirits.
In broad daylight, under the shining sun that illuminates the mountains and rivers, one would expect it to be the nemesis of all spirits. However, the wisps of black smoke that emerged from the ground swiftly coalesced into countless malevolent souls, swirling through the sky with a terrifying ferocity. Among these souls, there were also squads of armored ghost soldiers, wielding green halberds, bringing with them a chilling aura. These spirits displayed an overwhelming arrogance, clearly unafraid of the sunlight. Among these souls, there were also squads of armored ghost soldiers, wielding green halberds, bringing with them a chilling aura. These spirits displayed an overwhelming arrogance, clearly unafraid of the sunlight
Kang Mingyu understood deeply that without the secret assistance of the Great Sun Dharma King, relying solely on his own talent and effort, it would take no less than ten years to cultivate this supreme secret technique of the sect, and it could not be achieved in a mere moment without the expenditure of time. He immediately felt a sense of gratitude towards the Great Sun Dharma King
Master, what is your background, and how did you come to know that someone here is practicing evil arts? Furthermore, why have you come to this place to exorcise demons and eliminate evil? Is it also to have a discussion with me, the young Taoist priest?
Qingping Mountain Wujigong
However, as a mere young Taoist priest, he was undoubtedly like a firefly compared to these great individuals, and like a small flame compared to the sun. He was simply not worth mentioning. Kang Mingyu managed to suppress the impulse in his heart, but his expression had already become quite unpleasant.
The Great Sun Dharma King said: "I can use my own magical power to seal this yet-to-be-formed Daitian Ghost within your body, the young Taoist. I will also collect these hundreds of thousands of Yin souls and ghost soldiers. Without such evil methods, this old monk will not fear the Hundred Bones Taoist. Once I eliminate the Hundred Bones Taoist, I will find a way to liberate these vengeful souls. Although this method is somewhat perilous, there is no other choice."
It is said that it was this scoundrel monk who caused the trouble just now, and Kang Mingyu's expression was extremely grim. However, recalling the monk's magical powers from earlier, he realized he was no match for him. Kang Mingyu said in a deep voice: "I have already found it quite difficult to deal with these ghostly soldiers. How could I possibly assist the master? Moreover, with the world in chaos and demons rampant, how can one manage so many matters?"
These few spells, Kang Mingyu is quite confident in, as they are his usual methods for exorcising ghosts and capturing demons, proving to be quite effective
In an instant, Kang Mingyu's previously chaotic thoughts became remarkably clear. The once tangled secrets unfolded one by one in his mind. The profound skills cultivated by the Great Sun Dharma King over a century stemmed from the unfathomable "Great Sun Sutra" of Esoteric Buddhism, following the path of pure Yang, which resonated perfectly with the recently acquired technique of the Scarlet Flame Sword Light by Kang Mingyu, complementing each other harmoniously
With a long sigh, Kang Mingyu sat down on the ground, crossed his legs, and began to meditate, no longer willing to speak further
Cangmu Jue, after turning twenty, became the foremost figure in the realm of secrecy, having never encountered a rival in his lifetime. He is renowned as one of the four unparalleled masters of the present world. He is mentioned alongside Zhang Qianyao, the foremost expert of the Daoist sect, who is bestowed the title of "Immortal" and holds the rank of "Grand Master," overseeing the Daoist teachings of the world, as well as the Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Sect, Ying Xuanji, and the "Demonic Being" Kongque Fomu.
Kang Mingyu drew out the broken sword, feeling a sense of emptiness within. He forced himself to appear calm, yet his hands and feet could not stop trembling
The soldiers among these phantoms are adorned in various colors of armor. Some are clearly soldiers of the current dynasty, while others appear ancient and simple, seemingly ranging from spirits that died seventy or eighty years ago to those that have been dead for several hundred years. Each figure is illusory, faint as light smoke, with a swirling aura of ghostly winds and eerie energy. It is truly terrifying. Each figure is illusory, faint as light smoke, with a swirling aura of ghostly winds and eerie energy. It is truly terrifying
The Great Sun Dharma King showed no concern for his disdain towards Kang Mingyu. With a fierce glare, his eyes radiated a dazzling brilliance. Suddenly, his imposing presence surged, and even his previously disheveled monk's robe accentuated his dignified appearance. He said: "This demon is none other than the Baigu Daoist, one of the Ten Demons of the World. I could have dealt with him easily. However, this demon practices the extremely sinister Doumu Xuanling Secret Spell, which can refine the gathered hundreds of thousands of yin souls into celestial generals. Although I can disperse the evil entity formed by these myriad yin souls, it would inevitably cause these fierce souls and vengeful spirits to scatter among the populace, resulting in greater losses than gains."
Kang Mingyu is straightforward and unpretentious, stating: "If it is the esteemed senior's kindness, I shall certainly not refuse. If I survive this great calamity and achieve something in the future, I will surely be grateful for the senior's guidance." Kang Mingyu, who was originally sitting with great composure, could not help but slightly clasp his hands in respect, thinking to himself: "I risked my life to eliminate the demon and was granted secret techniques; this is a matter of reciprocity, and I can accept it with peace of mind. There is no need to decline."
Kang Mingyu raised his eyes and saw the Great Sun Dharma King smiling silently, then casually sat down to one side. Kang Mingyu thought to himself: "Since there is nothing pressing at the moment, and the Great Sun Dharma King mentioned that the Duhang Ghost Generals would only appear at midnight ten, it would be better to practice more. Perhaps this secret technique will come in handy then."
Kang Mingyu was merely curious about what teachings the Great Sun Dharma King would impart to him
The ability of the Great Sun Dharma King to subdue the multitude of spirits had already left Kang Mingyu utterly astonished. Now, witnessing this, he was even more in awe of the Great Sun Dharma King's cultivation, to the point of being completely humbled. The ease with which he could impart techniques using his mind, one of the six supernatural powers of the Buddhist teachings, was simply unprecedented. Kang Mingyu realized that no matter how hard he tried to cultivate, it was likely that no sentient being could ever hope to match the Great Sun Dharma King, who possessed such transcendent and profound supernatural abilities.
A crimson fire dragon roared and soared, sweeping across the scene. The ghostly general, whom Kang Mingyu had just been unable to contend with, along with the surrounding spectral soldiers and wandering souls, were instantly scattered by the rush of the fire dragon. The ghostly general transformed into wisps of black smoke, losing all form. Seizing this opportunity, Kang Mingyu took large strides and dashed away like the wind, disregarding the monk behind him.
Kang Mingyu was momentarily taken aback, his heart shaken. Although the Wujigong is a legitimate sect of Daoism, its martial arts and techniques are not considered top-tier. Furthermore, while he is well-versed in talismans, he has only a superficial understanding of advanced Daoist methods and has not truly grasped their essence. If he could receive guidance from a top expert in the world, it would surpass ten years of arduous training
The original meaning of "Cangmu Juecang" is to terminate. In today's world, there is only one monk who uses this title, and that is the Great Sun Dharma King, the national master of the Mongol Yuan dynasty. This individual not only possesses extraordinary skills, being renowned as the foremost in Esoteric Buddhism, but is also born with prophetic visions, believed by many to be the reincarnation of the Great Sun Tathagata. From birth, he exhibited exceptional wisdom and rapidly advanced in the practice of various great teachings of Esoteric Buddhism. Even at a young age, he stood out among his peers, with his cultivation surpassing that of others.
When night falls, the malevolent energy is ten times stronger than during the day. The billowing black smoke, entwined with countless vengeful spirits, creates an atmosphere thick with ghostly presence, far surpassing that of daylight.
This deadbeat general is highly skilled in martial arts, wielding his long knife like a swift lightning bolt. With just a few swift moves, he has forced Kang Mingyu to a standstill, unable to advance a single step
Kang Mingyu, upon hearing the praise from the Great Sun Dharma King, replied with dignity: "Although this little Taoist fears death, I would never show it in front of others. Master has overpraised me."
Kang Mingyu's sword technique is commendable, supplemented by a multitude of talismans scattered in all directions. For the time being, he is not afraid of being entangled by these ghostly soldiers. However, the disheveled monk behind him causes him great concern. Yet at this moment, he has no time to glance back.
Just now, I, as a humble monk, forcibly expelled the lurking spirits from beneath the ground using my own magical powers, precisely to allow the young Daoist and the cartographer to witness the might of this dark sorcery. If left unchecked, once these malevolent spirits and ghostly soldiers gain strength, it will be exceedingly difficult to contain them
In terms of martial prowess, this ghostly general is indeed superior to the young Taoist Kang Mingyu. However, as a spectral being, he ultimately falls under the restraint of the法剑 wielded by Kang Mingyu. Each time their blades clash, there is a slight tremor, causing a momentary dullness that prevents him from unleashing his full potential. Otherwise, Kang Mingyu would have long been dismembered into a pile of flesh and paste by this ghostly general after just a few exchanges.
The souls of the dead are not like living beings; they cannot harm others with blades and swords. The weapons of these ghostly soldiers are composed of the ethereal and illusory essence of their own spectral forms, and thus they are unlikely to inflict wounds upon themselves. However, Kang Mingyu is equally aware that if these ghostly entities were to cling to him, the invasion of their dark energy would likely cause his vital energy to drain away instantly, leading to his immediate demise.
At the moment when Kang Mingyu was lost in thought, the voice of the Great Sun Dharma King resonated like a colossal bell from the heavens, ringing clearly in his ears. "These two techniques, one is the Red Flame Sword Light Technique, and the other is the Spirit Capturing and Ghost Controlling Great Method. Although one is righteous and the other is evil, each has its own origins. They are both supreme skills in the Daoist tradition, combining martial arts and techniques, cultivating true energy and mental power simultaneously. It would be better for the young Daoist to focus on diligent practice, and the old monk will protect you in your cultivation."
Which Taoist temple are you practicing and residing in?
The Great Sun Dharma King, with a face originally marred by filth, blossomed into a confident smile and said to Kang Mingyu: "I have already fought this demon several times here, with each side having its victories and defeats, and neither can truly overcome the other. At most, I can ensure the safety of the nearby villagers, but I cannot eliminate this demon. With you, the young Taoist, the situation is entirely different."
Although this fire dragon is merely a transformation of the true energy of the Southern Ming's departing fire, and is vastly different from a true divine dragon, it still possesses considerable power against these ghostly spirits and soldiers.
This monk is either a highly accomplished master, wielding great power to vanquish demons and eliminate ghosts, or a deceitful charlatan, currently being torn apart by vengeful spirits, leaving no bones to consume. Kang Mingyu has no time even to glance back.
With his own blood, he activated the Taqing Exorcism Talisman on the sword. As the sword light swirled, Kang Mingyu struck down a ghostly soldier that had already approached with a single blow from above.
Kang Mingyu had been sitting cross-legged for quite some time, and the sky gradually darkened. The red sun sank in the west, signaling the arrival of evening. The Great Sun Dharma King had gone somewhere to procure two wild rabbits, setting up a bonfire, with the fat of the rabbits sizzling and bubbling. The aroma was enticing. Although Kang Mingyu had heard that the lamas of the Esoteric School did not abstain from meat, and that some particular practitioners even did not refrain from marriage, it was indeed rare to find a monk as gluttonous as the Great Sun Dharma King.
With a press of this golden light of the Buddha's power, countless malevolent spirits transformed into wisps of black smoke, all retreating back into the earth. The monk looked at Kang Mingyu with a cheerful smile, making him feel quite embarrassed. He awkwardly walked back again.
The long sword in Kang Mingyu's hand is a ritual tool refined within his sect. Although it cannot be considered a divine weapon, it is still sharp. The Taiqing dispelling evil talisman inscribed on it is a powerful spell capable of restraining malevolent spirits. Therefore, in a moment of urgency, Kang Mingyu charged straight ahead for over a hundred steps without encountering any formidable obstacles
Although Kang Mingyu is young, he has been a monk since childhood. Having been nurtured in the Wujigong, he possesses considerable insight. He has some understanding of the method mentioned by the Great Sun Dharma King. To consume a ghost with one's own body is extremely perilous; a moment's carelessness could not only endanger Kang Mingyu's physical form but also threaten the extinction of his three souls and seven spirits. Initially, Kang Mingyu intended to decline, but upon realizing that he had no attachments and was at peace with himself, he felt relieved. He then said to the Great Sun Dharma King: "Since you have this method, I am willing to give it a try; after all, one may not escape death even in a hundred years of life."
Suppressing all distractions, Kang Mingyu focused on the circulation of true energy within his body. In an instant, he became immersed in it, forgetting both himself and the external world. This intense true energy flowed rapidly around the meridians and acupoints as recorded in the secrets of the Red Flame and the Sword Light Technique. In the blink of an eye, it surged from the dantian to his fingertips. Unconsciously, Kang Mingyu extended his finger, and a faint sword light, weak and powerless, struck a nearby piece of bluestone. With a crack! This seemingly powerless sword energy instantly severed a piece from the bluestone.
Kang Mingyu was seeing a ghost for the first time, one that appeared in broad daylight under the bright sun. Moreover, this ghostly general blocking his path was evidently more formidable than ordinary ghost soldiers, wielding a weapon that seemed to solidify as if it were a physical entity. Under the gleaming blue-black blade light, the aura of death surged, and Kang Mingyu immediately felt a significant strain.
The Great Sun Dharma King sat for a while, secretly marveling at Kang Mingyu. This young Taoist, fully aware of the dangers, still readily agreed to help him break the ghost formation. Moreover, he did not inquire about the plans or the timing of the action. It was not that he was bold and reckless, nor was he unaware of the gravity of the situation. Rather, he seemed indifferent, having long since placed life and death aside. Such an eccentric youth, despite nearing a hundred years of age, he had seldom encountered.
What is your Dharma name, young Taoist priest
Monstrous beings with a ferocious nature, after cultivating into spirits, often bring calamity to the world. Among them, some possess profound abilities, rendering ordinary Taoists and monks utterly powerless. These creatures are not human, and their violent temperaments are beyond comprehension. The most vicious among them are the Ten Demons of the world
With such an excuse, Kang Mingyu felt even more at ease in her heart
A crisp sound of metal clanging echoed. Kang Mingyu swung his sword, only to have it blocked by a ghostly figure. The opponent wielded a long knife, clad in distinct armor, clearly a general in life. Although a long spear pierced through his back, penetrating from his heart to the front of his chest, it had no effect on this ghostly being; instead, it seemed to add a touch of ferocity, making him appear even more fierce. Although a long spear pierced through his back, penetrating from his heart to the front of his chest, it had no effect on this ghostly being; instead, it seemed to add a touch of ferocity, making him appear even more fierce.
These malevolent spirits are actually unafraid of the talismans
The power of these ghostly soldiers left Kang Mingyu astonished. He swiftly drew his hand across the broken sword, causing the blade to cut into his finger, and a faint red blood flowed along the bright spine of the sword. A fiery red cinnabar talisman illuminated on the spine of the sword.
Today, after he got up, he came here and stayed for the entire afternoon. The tea and meal that Old Zhang treated him to last night had long been digested completely. Kang Mingyu hesitated for a moment, but ultimately could not resist the hunger in his belly. He lowered his stance and snatched a piece of rabbit meat, devouring it heartily.
Although Kang Mingyu had just seen the disheveled monk, whose face was covered in mud and dirt, and could not discern his remarkable background, he soon came to terms with it: "In this world, extraordinary individuals must surely possess their own peculiarities"
Upon hearing the words of the Great Sun Dharma King, Kang Mingyu understood why Qing Shan Village was plagued by such malevolent spirits yet very few suffered misfortune. It turned out that the Great Sun Dharma King was secretly providing protection. At that time, the Mongol invasion of the Central Plains had lasted for several decades, and the distinction between the Mongols and Han people had become increasingly blurred among the common folk. Although the world was in chaos, countless righteous armies rallied under the banners of restoring the Central Plains and expelling the Tartars, the majority were motivated by the corruption of the court and the suffering of the people, with only a minority truly aiming to restore the legitimacy of the Han dynasty. Although Kang Mingyu was Han, he greatly admired the broad-mindedness of the Great Sun Dharma King, and any lingering hostility he had originally felt dissipated.
You wretched souls, I had just baked a delicious dish, and you have wasted half of it. Watch me not give you a good slap across the face
This is... this is the divine skill of the Buddhist mind-reading ability
Kang Mingyu
Upon hearing the name Cangmu Jue, Kang Mingyu could not help but gasp in shock. This name was not only familiar to Kang Mingyu, but it also resonated profoundly, evoking a sense of awe and reverence.
In his middle age, the Great Sun Dharma King served as the national master of the Great Yuan, having encountered countless individuals throughout his life. The intentions of Kang Mingyu could hardly escape his keen observation. With a slight smile, the Great Sun Dharma King remarked: "These two spells are not part of the secret teachings of the old monk's esoteric Buddhism. However, their exquisite and profound nature is indeed not inferior to any skill I have learned from my lifetime of study and practice."
Kang Mingyu did not dare to be negligent; these malevolent spirits could manifest in broad daylight, which was certainly not something he could easily handle. At such a moment, Kang Mingyu did not wish to adhere to his duties of subduing demons and eliminating evil. He quickly pulled out a handful of talismans from his bag, scattering them casually, and brandishing a broken sword in his hand, he prepared to flee for his life
After a brief contemplation, the Great Sun Dharma King spoke to Kang Mingyu, saying: "I see that although the young Taoist is well-versed in the art of talismans, he likely has little knowledge of the Taoist methods for subduing demons. Since the Dousky Ghost Generals will only appear at night, it would be better to take this half day to teach you a couple of spells, which may increase your chances of success. What does the young Taoist think of this?"
Although the young Taoist, who believed his magical powers were far from sufficient to restrain the malevolent spirit he had just encountered, had long since lost hope for his own situation, in an instant he cast aside his concerns for life and death, leaving his own life behind.
The old man and the young monk exchanged a glance, finding each other much more agreeable. They each sat quietly, no longer speaking.
Kang Mingyu ran for more than half a mile, feeling that no malevolent spirit was pursuing him, and only then did he turn back to take a look. To his surprise, as he turned back suddenly, he saw only a powerful golden light soaring into the sky.
The Great Sun Dharma King has been missing for over a decade. There are rumors that he has achieved the rainbow body and transformed his physical form into that of a Buddha. Kang Mingyu did not expect to encounter the legendary figure. However, considering the current turmoil under the Mongol rule and the chaos in the Central Plains, Kang Mingyu felt a surge of hostility in his heart
What kind of creature is this, to be so sinister?
The few ghostly soldiers at the forefront were struck by Kang Mingyu's talisman, causing them to momentarily halt and slightly retreat, their forms dispersing a bit. However, they quickly reassembled as if nothing had happened. Only some of the more scattered spirits were driven away by Kang Mingyu's talisman.
Kang Mingyu was greatly shocked upon hearing this and wondered, "The Baigu Daoist is said to possess profound magical powers; how could a mere novice like me have the ability to assist the senior in subduing these vengeful spirits"
Ordinary martial arts masters can condense their true energy and project it several feet away, which is already quite remarkable, allowing them to reach the realm of top-tier experts. However, this Great Sun Dharma King does not need to extend his hand or make any gestures; with just a thought, he can infuse his true energy into Kang Mingyu's body. Such cultivation is worthy of being revered throughout history and stands proudly above the present age
Kang Mingyu thought this way in his heart, yet he found it difficult to lift his feet. Although the world was in great turmoil and the people were suffering, Kang Mingyu was also indignant about the state of affairs. However, when he recalled the old man Zhang who had hosted him the previous night, he could not harden his heart.
Taking advantage of the moment when the sword repelled the ghost general, he clapped his left hand, and the talisman transformed into a fire dragon and was sent out.
The miraculous technique was astonishing, and Kang Mingyu felt both surprised and delighted, momentarily forgetting even the imminent life-and-death crisis.
At the moment when Kang Mingyu was feeling overwhelmed by countless profound techniques swirling in his mind, a sudden surge of intense warmth emerged within him, coursing erratically throughout his major acupoints. It was the Great Sun Dharma King using his own power to assist Kang Mingyu in his cultivation.
After a while, Kang Mingyu finally came to his senses, quickly stood up, bowed respectfully to the Great Sun Dharma King, and said: "Since you are here, may I ask which demon is so formidable that it requires the assistance of a humble practitioner?" At this point, Kang Mingyu's tone had become quite indifferent.
Kang Mingyu has endured considerable hardship in recent days, and naturally feels somewhat extreme in his thoughts. He is entirely uninterested in the proposal made by the disheveled monk
"These two items originally belong to your Daoist tradition. The old monk merely acquired them by chance and now passing them on to you is also fate," said the Great Sun Dharma King. After speaking, he slightly raised his thumb and formed a peculiar hand seal, beckoning into the void. At that moment, Kang Mingyu felt as if his entire body had suddenly plunged into a fiery pit, becoming intensely hot. Simultaneously, a cold current surged into his mind, causing a buzzing sensation in his head, with countless thoughts flooding in continuously.