Chapter 104 Leave it to me next (Subscribe please)

"Is there any fellow Taoist who is willing to come up and give me some advice?"

Yunhua stood calmly in the center of the venue, neither humble nor arrogant, confident and powerful, like a fairy lotus that was pure and clear but not coquettish. She attracted countless astonished glances.

The bright-eyed girl who had been sitting next to her had sparkling eyes and a face full of surprise and admiration.

Just as Yang Ling guessed, she was Princess Longji, the daughter of Lord Haotian and Queen Mother of the West.

Perhaps because Yunhua was not much older than her, she had been closer to this aunt since she was a child. Especially after Yunhua became the God of Justice, he often went down to the mortal world to catch criminals, and every time he returned to heaven, he would bring her some interesting gadgets from the mortal world.

In the mind of the young Long Ji at that time, this aunt was more powerful than her parents and loved her more.

Although she has grown up and realized that her parents are the real bosses, her emotional dependence on them has never changed.

This time when she came to Xikunlun, she insisted on coming along because she hadn't seen her aunt for a long time and wanted to be closer to her.

At this moment, seeing this heroic aunt, who made the Qingqiu Nine-tailed Fox admit defeat with just one move, her face was filled with joy and she felt quite proud.

Afterwards, several more independent cultivators came to the field, each one more powerful than the last, but they were all defeated.

Yunhua's attainments in swordsmanship are extraordinary, and not just anyone can take advantage of him.

Even though none of the disciples from the major sects showed up, she had an invincible aura.

She looked around, and a light mist condensed from spiritual energy filled the air under her feet, making her look even more otherworldly.

Yang Ling was also a little surprised.

During the trip to Wuyi Mountain, he saw Yunhua usually using the Red Dragon Spear, and the Qilin Sword was mostly just hung around her waist, so he thought she was good at spears.

Obviously, she regarded the sword as her trump card and would not use it easily.

This concept of "hiding a trick" is very similar to him. It can only be said that the old saying "If you are not from the same family, you will not enter the same door" still makes sense.

At this time, the Taoist priest Riguang, who was sitting next to the moonlight, suddenly stood up and walked slowly towards the center of the field.

Seeing this scene, many immortals' eyes suddenly lit up.

In previous Kunlun discussions, most of the disciples of these major sects would just watch silently and would not participate.

Because everyone knows clearly that the Queen Mother of the West did all this in order to recruit independent cultivators to join West Kunlun.

The disciples of these major sects have received teachings from saints, and all of them have great magical powers and are at a high level of cultivation. If they all get involved, it would be no different from a high school student bullying an elementary school student. How could those independent cultivators stand a chance?

Therefore, unless the Queen Mother of the West invites them to preach, the disciples of these major sects will not lower their status and face to compete with the independent cultivators for the prizes that they think are dispensable.

But this time it’s different!

That red bow is a top-grade spiritual treasure!

Even though they were disciples of saints from great sects, they were deeply moved when faced with such a treasure!
Especially for the Western sect disciples who came from the barren land in the west, they were determined to get that top-grade spiritual treasure.

As for the figure and face...

Oh, what is that?
Can there be a top-grade spiritual treasure that is precious?
The appearance of Taoist Sunlight at this time did not attract ridicule, but instead made some disciples of major sects look relieved.

Once someone takes the lead, they will have less psychological burden when they take the stage later.

Taoist Sunlight walked slowly into the field. He was dressed in a white robe, plain and simple, but with a temperament that was otherworldly.

His face was calm, his eyes were deep, his steps were light and firm, and he seemed unhurried.

In his hands he gently twisted a string of rosewood prayer beads, each bead emitting a faint luster and looking particularly sacred.

"I am a Taoist priest from the West, Sunlight. I am honored to meet Her Royal Highness the Princess."

Taoist Sunlight stood in front of Yunhua, bowed slightly, put his hands together, and saluted in a strange posture.

Yunhua quickly returned the greeting and said, "I came here today to discuss the Dao, so we should still call each other Daoist friends."

"good."

Taoist Sunlight nodded slightly and slowly said, "Your swordsmanship is unparalleled. I may not be able to match you."

Hearing his praise, Yunhua frowned slightly, not understanding what the other party meant.

At this time, Taoist Sunlight said: "When my teacher was teaching, he once said: 'It is not the wind that moves, nor the flag that moves, but the heart of the benevolent that moves.'

Today, fellow Taoists are discussing the Dao with swords. I wonder if it is the swords that are moving, or the hearts?"

Hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Yunhua's eyes, and then her eyebrows slightly frowned, as if she was thinking about something carefully.

Obviously, this question stumped her.

Taoist Sunlight saw this and took advantage of the situation to pursue him, saying: "The movement of the sword is an external movement; the movement of the heart is an internal movement.

Although your swordsmanship is extremely accomplished, if your heart is not calm, it will be difficult for you to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship."

Yun Hua heard this, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "The sword moves from the heart, and when the heart is calm, the sword heart is clear. I practice the way of swordsmanship, and I also practice the sword heart, isn't it in line with the great way?" Taoist Sunlight nodded in agreement and smiled, "Daoyou practice the sword heart, and I practice a Zen heart. If the heart is not moved, everything is still... Today's discussion of the Tao is not about the victory or defeat of the sword, but the enlightenment of the heart. Do you agree with me?"

Hearing this, Yang Ling's heart suddenly tightened.

This sun is setting a trap!

Kendo is what Yunhua is good at, but this guy is beating around the bush, saying something like "it's not about the victory or defeat of the sword, but the enlightenment of the heart."

If Yunhua agreed, it would be equivalent to giving up his own advantage and competing with this guy in Taoism.

This Taoist priest Riguang is far superior to Yunhua in terms of Taoism. He may have a chance to win in terms of swordsmanship, but when it comes to Taoist heart, it is purely like hitting a rock with an egg.

Fortunately, Yunhua was not fooled and flatly rejected the other party's proposal.

The two engaged in a heated debate over "heart movement" and "sword movement". The air around them was filled with the rhythm of Taoism, and every word they said contained great truths, which made the surrounding immortals nod their heads frequently. Some even gained enlightenment from it and closed their eyes on the spot, entering a deep state of enlightenment.

This is the beauty of discussing the Tao.

It can not only test what you have understood, but also inspire others.

But as time went by, Yunhua spent longer and longer periods of time in deep thought, while the Taoist Sunlight always remained calm and composed.

Yunhua also realized that if he continued like this, he would definitely be defeated, so he decided to take a risky move and directly summoned the Qilin Sword and pointed it at the Sunlight Taoist from a distance.

She placed all her understanding of the way of the sword on this sword, and let the unsheathed Qilin Sword slowly move in front of the Sunlight Taoist.

"If the heart is not moved, how can the sword be unsheathed?"

"The heart is not moved, not because it does not act, but because it is not moved. The sword is unsheathed, not because the heart is moved, but because the heart is clear."

Accompanied by the calm voice of Taoist Sunlight, the Qilin Sword was slowly unsheathed. The blade flashed with cold light, but it did not appear sharp.

The Qilin Sword was halfway out of its sheath when it stopped.

"Daoyou, you lose."

The Taoist priest of Sunlight said calmly.

The Qilin Sword slowly dropped and finally returned to its sheath.

Yunhua nodded slightly, looking somewhat lonely and unwilling.

Yang Ling sighed lightly, but he wasn't too surprised.

After all, the Taoist priest Riguang is a disciple of a saint. He has practiced for a long time and his level of Taoism is unfathomable.

Even though he was not proficient in swordsmanship, he could master a hundred methods if he mastered one method. With the blessing of his high level of Taoism, it was not difficult for him to defeat Yunhua.

But for Yunhua, it’s a bit of a pity.

If there were no disciples from great sects like Rikou Dao Ren participating, with her attainments in swordsmanship, she might have a chance to become the final winner.

After the discussion ended, the atmosphere around them gradually calmed down.

Some immortals and gods who had originally been optimistic about Yunhua showed expressions of regret on their faces.

Many immortals and gods were whispering to each other in secret. Although they were not surprised by Taoist Riguang's victory, they felt sorry for Yunhua's defeat.

"Oh, I originally thought Princess Yao Ji would win, but who knew that..." a female fairy sighed softly.

"When disciples of the big sects take action, what chance do we independent cultivators have? They have a profound foundation, how can we compare with them?" A independent immortal looked unhappy, with a hint of resentment in his tone.

"That's right!" A random immortal beside him was also unhappy, "This discussion is really unfair to us random cultivators."

Princess Longji clenched her fists as she watched Yunhua, who looked lonely and unwilling, in the middle of the field. She felt the same loss as her aunt, but she was powerless to do anything.

Although Yunhua was defeated, he was praised by the Queen Mother of the West for his outstanding performance and was allowed to choose a prize at random.

Yunhua didn't care about these things. He picked up an elixir at random and returned to his seat.

On the way back, she glanced around and saw a lot of regret and sympathy. Although she felt a little lost and unwilling, she did not lose her composure in front of so many people.

Only when his eyes swept over Yang Ling did there appear a slight change.

Yang Ling caught her gaze keenly.

He saw helplessness and some hidden grievances in it.

For her, there was really no fairness in discussing Taoism with a saint's disciple whose level of Taoism and time of practice far surpassed hers!

Yang Ling understood his wife's character. She would not easily show her vulnerability to others. She would only let go of that strong shell in front of him.

In that case, leave the rest to me!

He slowly stood up, and under the surprised gazes of the immortals, he walked to the cushion where Yunhua had sat and sat cross-legged, looking at the Taoist Sunlight who was several feet away from him and said solemnly:
"People teach Yang Ling, come and discuss the Dao!"

(End of this chapter)