Chapter 154 Do you want a slap too? (Subscribe)
Stepping on this desolate battlefield, Meng Xiang took every step carefully, fearing that she would touch those invisible remaining laws.

Yang Ling shrank the range of his divine sense to about a hundred miles, so that he could clearly control every detail within a hundred miles, without missing even the slightest crack.

This battlefield was well preserved, and many places matched those in the memory fragments, which was undoubtedly an unexpected surprise for him.

In this way, his chances of finding that section of the river would be greater.

He walked along the Forgotten River, carefully comparing the landforms on both sides of the river, and constructing a scene in his mind of the three mighty men fighting there.

After traveling tens of thousands of miles, he suddenly heard a low and solemn sound of chanting from the front. The sound seemed to penetrate the boundaries of space and reach his eardrums directly.

As the chanting sounded, a golden light appeared in the sky, like a golden sword, piercing through the dark underworld, extremely dazzling.

In this dark and gloomy underworld, this golden light is like a guiding light, attracting the souls in the eighteenth underworld to rush towards the place where the golden light is.

Seeing this scene, Meng Xiang frowned tightly and a hint of displeasure appeared on her face, as if she was very dissatisfied with the sudden golden light and the sound of chanting.

"That damn bald ass has started it again."

"Bald donkey?"

Yang Ling extended his spiritual sense and immediately noticed that where the golden light was, there seemed to be a figure sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, silently reciting scriptures.

The sound of chanting became clearer and louder.

Yang Ling listened carefully. The content of this scripture was exactly the Zen of Western Buddhism.

"Who is that?"

Yang Ling asked curiously.

"It's most likely that Dizang!" Meng Xiang snorted coldly and introduced: "You should know the Immortal, he is the direct disciple of the Western Saint, and he claims to be here to save the souls of the dead.

Even if it wasn't him, it could have been other Western religious disciples!

Every time the Yellow Spring Secret Realm is about to be opened, many disciples of the Western Religion appear here, searching for treasures while transferring the souls of the dead to some Western Pure Land, as if they are the masters of this place. "

Yang Ling could tell that Meng Xiang was disgusted with those Western disciples.

Come to think of it, the Wu Clan is now the manager of the dead souls, and these Western disciples come here to convert the dead souls. Isn't it obvious that they are trying to steal their jobs?
If the current witch clan still had the power they had in ancient times, they would have rolled up their sleeves and started fighting against those Western religious disciples long ago.

Yang Ling just smiled at Meng Xiang's dissatisfaction. He didn't want to be distracted by the disciples of the Western Sect.

His goal was very clear, which was to find the jade bottle lost by Ancestor Hongyun. Everything else was secondary.

So he continued to move forward slowly along the river bank, his spiritual thoughts spreading out like thin threads, scanning every inch of land around him over and over again.

Although Meng Xiang was unhappy, she could only follow him and remind him from time to time to pay attention to the remnants of the Dao around him.

Soon, the two of them were getting closer and closer to the Western disciple who was chanting the scriptures.

Yang Ling frowned slightly. He found that the terrain here was very similar to the scene in the memory fragment.

The roads left on the battlefield slowed down the changes in the landform, making the landform here not much different from that in ancient times, so Yang Ling recognized it at a glance.

This is where Patriarch Hongyun threw away the jade bottle!
He suppressed his excitement and looked towards the Forgetful River beside him. The dark red water became slow when it reached this section of the river, and the river channel became much wider.

He tried to send his spiritual thoughts into the riverbed to search, but as soon as his spiritual thoughts touched the dark red water, they disappeared instantly like a drop in the ocean.

The Forgotten River is very mysterious. The water of the Forgotten River can not only be used to erase the memories of the dead, but also has a very strong inhibitory effect on the primordial spirit.

If an ordinary immortal falls into the river, he will lose consciousness in a short period of time and become a muddle-headed, empty shell.

Only the Golden Immortal who has attained the immortal fruit can be unaffected by the waters of the Forgetful River.

Yang Ling was not afraid of the water of the Forgotten River, but if he wanted to find the jade bottle, he had to go to the Forgotten River himself.

However, just as he was hesitating whether to go down, a tall man rushed towards them and blocked their way.

The man was dressed in Western style and held a nine-ring staff in his hand. He looked like one of the Western religious disciples.

He landed in front of Yang Ling and the others, and dropped the nine-ring staff in his hand heavily to the ground. He said in an unquestionable tone: "I am the Great Power of the Western Sect. The place ahead is where my disciples pray for the souls of the dead. Please take a detour."

Yang Ling frowned, thinking to himself that the Western Church seemed to be trying to turn the underworld into its own territory.

Based on his understanding of the Western religion, the practice methods of Western religion require a large number of believers to provide them with incense and faith.

The West has always been poor and sparsely populated, and the living creatures in the secular world alone are simply not enough to sustain the practice of so many disciples.

Therefore, the Western religion had its disciples save and convert living beings in all parts of the prehistoric world, sending them to the Pure Land of Bliss, the Glazed Kingdom, and other places, granting them a long lifespan, allowing them to have food and clothing without worries, and thus providing them with long-term incense and faith...

Although Yang Ling only heard these things from hearsay, he saw with his own eyes today that these Western disciples were saving the souls of the dead in the underworld, so he thought that there would not be much error. "Why don't you let us go?"

At this time, Meng Xiang could not help herself. She took a step forward angrily, looked at Dashizhi and shouted angrily: "This is the underworld, the territory of Hou Tu Niangniang. Why don't you Western Church let us pass? You Western Church came here to convert the dead souls, which is already overstepping the boundaries. How dare you make decisions here?"

Dashizhi had an indifferent expression. There was not a single ripple in his eyes, like an indifferent statue. His voice was still calm and firm:
"You are too kind, fellow Taoist. To save the souls of the dead and liberate all living beings is the purpose of our Western religion. Although this place is the underworld, our religion cares about the countless living beings in the three realms and six paths. How can it be limited to one place?
If you insist on going there, you may as well wait until I have taught you well. "

Meng Xiang's face flushed, her eyes burning with anger. She turned her head and looked at Yang Ling with a hint of expectation in her eyes.

She knew that her strength was far from that of Dashizhi, but Yang Ling was different. He was a disciple of the Human Religion and his strength was unfathomable. She expected that he would not be much worse than Dashizhi.

At the same time, Dashizhi's gaze turned to Yang Ling, with a hint of scrutiny in his eyes.

He did not take Meng Xiang seriously, but he could not ignore Yang Ling's existence.

Because he couldn't sense any fluctuations in Yang Ling's aura, which made him feel a little unusual.

There are only two situations in which this phenomenon occurs.

Either the other party's cultivation level is much higher than his, so he cannot detect any breath fluctuations; or the other party has a treasure that can conceal the breath, and it is of very high grade!
No matter which of the two situations is true, it shows that the young man in front of him is not easy to mess with!

"You seem to have a very distinguished background. Could you please tell me where your master came from?"

Dashizhi looked at Yang Ling and asked solemnly.

Yang Ling did not deliberately hide it and said frankly: "I am Yang Ling from the sect. I have no intention of offending your sect. However, we have important matters to attend to. Please make way for us, fellow Daoist Dashizhi."

"People teach Yang Ling?!"

Dashizhi's eyes moved slightly, and he stared at Yang Ling with a burning gaze, "You are Yang Ling? The Yang Ling who beat my senior brother during the discussion in West Kunlun?"

Yang Ling frowned slightly. He clearly felt the hostility of Dashizhi.

But he didn't take it too seriously, and just said calmly: "I just gave him some pointers, how could I hit him?"

A sharp light flashed in Dashizhi's eyes, and there was a hint of challenge in his voice: "In this case, I wonder if you can give me some more pointers, so that I can also appreciate the elegance of the disciples of the Renjiao?

But if I am lucky enough to win, then please do not mention the title of Little Zen Master of the Human Religion anymore."

Yang Ling frowned, a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes. His time was precious and he didn't want to waste it here.

"The title of Zen Master is worthless in my eyes! If you want it, I'll give it to you. I still have to visit the underworld, so I'm sorry I can't keep you company."

Dashizhi didn't expect Yang Ling to refuse directly. A hint of surprise flashed across his face, but was quickly replaced by anger.

He laughed coldly, his voice full of sarcasm: "Last time we discussed Taoism in West Kunlun, you were famous in the wild, but it turns out you are just like this.

Since you don't dare to fight, please leave immediately."

Yang Ling frowned. He was in a hurry to find the jade bottle and did not want to conflict with the people of the Western Religion. He just said calmly: "You are blocking my way, please get out of the way."

However, Dashizhi refused to give in at all. Instead, he straightened his chest and gently rotated the nine-ring tin staff in his hand, making a crisp sound. "It's easy for you to get over there, fellow Taoist. As long as you can beat me in the discussion of the Dao, that will be enough."

It was obvious that he was deliberately provoking her.

Yang Ling had a headache.

He had heard Banjiao Qingniu mention before that after the discussion in Xi Kunlun, these Western disciples were always thinking about discussing Taoism with him again so as to regain the title of "Zen Master".

He didn't take it seriously at that time, but now seeing the look on Dashizhi's face, he realized that what he said was true!

Thinking of this, Yang Ling smiled slightly, looked at Dashizhi and said: "It seems that you will not give in easily, and I don't want to waste time here unnecessarily.

Since you also want to taste the feeling of being slapped, I will satisfy you!"

As he spoke, he gently raised his hand, and immediately a purple-gold palm condensed in the air, and then slapped towards Dashizhi's face with incredible swiftness.

With a crisp "pop" sound, Mahasthamaprapta's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Even the nine-ring tin staff flew out of his hand and fell to the ground beside him, making a dull sound, pressing down the hard rocky ground and causing it to sink a lot.

Obviously, the weight of this nine-ring staff is extraordinary.

Mahasthamaprapta climbed up, the five finger marks on his face were clearly visible, and his eyes were full of shock and anger.

He touched his red cheeks and angrily said, "I came here to discuss the Dao, what do you mean by this? I never thought that a disciple of the Human Sect would be so rude!"

Yang Ling didn't take it seriously and replied calmly: "When discussing the Dao, we must follow the principle of first come first served. Since you are blocking my way, I will naturally teach you how to behave first."

(End of this chapter)