Chapter 0004: Intestinal Rupture

Ke Liao Chen never expected that Xu Yi, relying on this set of Magic Bull Strength Fist, reached the peak of body refinement in just two years

Xu Yi held onto the large yellow dog, wailing silently, his gaunt face covered in blue veins, his bulging eyes nearly bursting from the pressure of blood and anger

Suddenly, Liao Chen began to recount some old stories

At that moment, another fierce forest wind blew in, and with a sudden rush, it tore away the last remaining arm of the dust.

Time passed unknowingly for a long while, Xu Yi grew tired from running, exhausted from howling, yet his thoughts gradually became clearer. He dug a pit to bury Da Huang, wiped away his tears, and walked straight down the mountain.

Unbeknownst to him, a ray of morning light suddenly pierced through the forest, and Xu Yi finally subdued his sorrow. He split wood to create a gravestone and wielded earth to form a grave, casting three remnants of incense into the tomb, barely managing to establish a burial site for the dust.

It was also due to a fortuitous coincidence that I entered the discerning eye of Master Jiu Ru and was thus granted this fist technique

Half an hour later, Xu Yi's figure appeared at the foot of Huiyin Mountain, with a wild boar the size of a calf on his shoulder

Suddenly, Xu Yi knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, and in his mind, all that filled it were the sounds and smiles of Chen.

The great yellow beast, like a brother, like a father

This set of Magic Bull Strength Fist is an exceptional skill from the Body Refinement period of the Tianchan Temple of Zen Buddhism in the Western Regions, and it is never lightly imparted to anyone who is not a direct disciple of the Tianchan Temple

In the years that followed, the days of dust and routine remained unchanged from before, except for the singular pursuit of martial arts, which involved cleaning the scripture repository and organizing the texts. Time passed swiftly, and it had been fifteen years.

The picturesque scene calmed the turmoil in Xu Yixin's heart considerably. Just as he was gazing intently, a thick plume of smoke rose from the northwest.

Amidst the lush green mountains and forests, it seems as if a colossal beast from ancient times has intruded, leaving a path of destruction where all the grass and trees are trampled, as if struck by a giant plow

No, it is the big yellow one

Xu Yi, having taken Chen as his teacher, wondered how he could receive such a grand gift from Chen. He quickly turned and stepped aside, exclaiming, "If there is any command, I shall not dare to disobey!"

As he spoke, Liao Chen was about to kneel down

Despite being gravely injured, Da Huang surprisingly did not die. A pair of murky eyeballs, hanging in eye sockets stained red with blood, gazed at Xu Yi, shedding tears the size of beans

Xu Yidao said, "The disciple's nature is dull-witted; all that he possesses is diligence. While others may practice once, the disciple can practice ten or even a hundred times. The disciple believes that diligence can make up for his shortcomings"

Xu Yi's eyes were about to burst with rage, his entire body was on the verge of boiling with blood and energy, his legs danced like windmills, covering a distance of over 10 miles in an instant, but unfortunately, he was still too late

The large hand pressed down on the dog's head, which had shed its skin, and the big yellow dog ceased its mournful howling

Liao Chen wore a satisfied expression on his face, with his hands clasped together in a gesture of reverence.

The senior officials of Tianchan Temple were enraged, and a large-scale manhunt commenced.

Stepping into the pinnacle of physical training, Xu Yiyuan can feel the exhilaration brought by his body's strength far more than before; it is a refreshing sensation of having everything under control

A hundred years pass without breaking the spirit of the sea, a lifetime of hopelessness! Liao Chen ultimately could not escape the great terror between life and death, and thus developed a heart of fear, greed entered his thoughts, and he stole the precious scripture! Perhaps heaven intends to punish Liao Chen, for this scripture is not something an ordinary person can grasp. In the end, Liao Chen is merely like a bamboo basket fetching water, a mirage, all in vain. Today, as Liao Chen is about to dissipate like smoke, he has no lingering attachments, the only regret being that this precious scripture cannot return to Tianchan Temple. Fortunately, he encountered the donor. Liao Chen earnestly requests the donor to return the scripture to Tianchan Temple on his behalf!

In gratitude for the mercy shown by Xu Yi, he passed down this fist technique

Xu Yi was heartbroken, removing the corpse of Da Huang and holding it in his arms, tears of blood streaming down like rain, overwhelming sorrow drove him to run wildly.

Xu Yi stared blankly for a long time, sorrow welling up from within, fixating intently on the shadowy locust tree forest. The empty woods were silent, a thin mist lingered, where traces of dust could no longer be found.

Diligence can make up for lack of talent! What a wonderful saying! Your ability to articulate this phrase demonstrates your character! Well then, time is limited, and I kindly ask you, noble one, to focus and listen attentively.

The talent of Tanyue is extraordinary, having heard things that others have not. Previously, there was no master’s command, yet he privately transmitted the Tanyue Demon Ox Great Strength Fist. There is indeed a sense of unease in Liaochan's heart. Today, seeing Tanyue's exceptional gifts, even if my master, Zen Master Jiuru, were to know, he would not blame me

The disciple of Liaochen, Beichen, after three years, has been acclaimed as a genius of the Tianchan Sect, emerging once every fifty years

The wooden house has been reduced to ashes, leaving not even a skeletal frame behind

It turned out that the source of the thick smoke was the small wooden house where Xu Yi had taken refuge and which had been passed down through two generations

He shouted wildly, then howled in despair, his mournful voice startling the vast mountains and forests, echoing with the cries of cranes and the roars of tigers, lingering for a long time. As the east gradually brightened, in the dense mountains, flocks of birds emerged from the woods, the cries of young tigers resonated through the valleys, a hundred sounds filled the ears, yet no more thoughts of the mortal realm were conveyed.

He rushed up the mountain peak for a while, then dashed into the valley, completely unaware of his whereabouts, his mind in a state of chaos, ultimately becoming a blank slate

Looking up at the sky, it is just past the hour of the rabbit, the morning sun is gradually rising. In the distance, on the lush terraced fields, countless farmers are seen, some wielding hoes, some guiding plows, and others leading oxen, weaving through the verdant landscape

Scenes of memories flow like droplets converging into a stream, surging to the forefront of my mind. As a child, I played joyfully on the back of the big yellow dog; during summer nights, when mosquitoes were abundant, it stayed awake all night, wagging its tail to drive away the pests for me. After the loss of my parents, our impoverished family fell into ruin, surviving on thin gruel all day, leaving me so hungry that my vision blurred. It was the big yellow dog that dashed into the Yuyin Mountains, returning with its body stained in blood, dragging back wild chickens and plump rabbits for me.

Xu Yi was also at a loss, but he heard Chen's trembling voice, filled with pain, utter a passage. As soon as the words fell, suddenly, a fierce wind arose in the forest, scattering the broken remnants of the shadowy soul.

Liao Chen escaped from the Western Regions to the Central Plains in one breath, eventually arriving in Guang'an, where he met his demise in a conflict. This led to the encounter between the ghost and Xu Yi

The skin was torn away from the dog's head, extending straight down to the chest cavity, revealing a horrifying mix of red and white flesh.

In the open area in front of the door, a cross stake is inserted, and the limbs of the large yellow dog are deeply pierced by sharp wooden wedges, nailed to the cross stake

It was in the thirtieth year of Liao Chen's life that he broke through the peak of body refinement and reached the realm of Qi Sea, thus being promoted to serve as an officer in the Sutra Repository of Tianchan Temple

This secret, Liao Chen originally did not intend to reveal to Xu Yi, but now that his soul is about to dissipate and he has entrusted Xu Yi with an important task, he decided to disclose all the causes and effects.

Shifting his gaze, Xu Yiyang swiftly threw the wild boar off his shoulder and shot towards the thick smoke like a flash of lightning

Liao Chen is well aware that Bei Chen can achieve a breakthrough in three years. The efforts of Tian Chan Temple involve not only a set of Demon Ox Power Fist but also an incalculable consumption of various precious medicinal materials

After running a few steps, a piercing dog bark echoed through the air

Liao Chen has spent ten years

In the past, although he could also venture into the mountains to hunt, he was by no means capable of bending wood into arrows, molding earth into cannons, and indulging in such unrestrained extravagance as he does now

One day, news spread from the Sutra Repository that the dust had stolen the treasure and escaped

What does this rural youth have in front of him? It is merely relying on storytelling to earn some copper coins, at most using his monthly savings to exchange for some low-quality medicinal materials

Two years have passed, and reaching this point is nothing short of a miracle