Legend of Swordsman

Chapter 6292: Master Fengjue

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Even immortals could not move freely at night, or else they would be apprehended by the imperial court.

Although the invasion by foreign tribes three years ago had drained the vitality of the Great Tang, the control over the capital was still strong.

Walking on the streets, one could often see patrolling imperial guards, each a consummate martial artist, a group of nine capable of capturing innate experts.

Apart from the imperial guards, there was also the “Immortal Execution Guard,” exclusively loyal to the Tang Emperor.

This was a force belonging exclusively to the Tang Emperor.

Each member was an innate martial artist, working in groups of three to ensure the safety of the imperial city, and they rarely appeared in the outer city.

As fate would have it, Jian Wushuang and Jiang Shang ran right into them.

“Is this the Immortal Execution Guard?” Jiang Shang whispered, “No wonder the Great Tang is so powerful. The patrolling Immortal Execution Guard are all innate martial artists, and I’ve heard there are even immortal scouts in the shadows. It’s unbelievable!”

Jian Wushuang shook his head calmly, “This is nothing. As long as there are resources, even the world’s top figures will willingly bow their heads!”

This was a matter of experience.

Merely relying on worldly knowledge was insufficient to comprehend the cultivation world.

Currently, Jian Wushuang had a rough understanding of this small world.

Based on his experience, he judged this to be a material world, a world where ascension was possible.

However, the resources in this world were currently limited, insufficient for cultivators to break free from the cage.

Even he was no exception.

Without resources, relying solely on experience was just empty talk!

Thus, Jian Wushuang and his companions needed to explore the secrets of this world step by step, seeking some lost treasures of heaven and earth to break free from this cage.

Despite the fact that beyond this world, there were still constraints!

Jian Wushuang knew very well that the entrance he had entered from was not an ordinary small world but a world capable of bearing Universe Gods.

It was important to note that the four great spacetimes could not bear Universe Gods.

Yet, in that world, there were so many Universe God-level monsters trying to escape.

Among them were super-powerful beings within the Universe Gods.

If it were Jian Wushuang’s external body, he would still have confidence.

His external body had the strength of nine stars at its peak.

Breaking this cage would naturally be no problem.

But now, in this world, wanting to regain his peak was too difficult for him.

Thinking of this, he soon arrived outside the Baoguang Temple.

Just as he was about to enter, he noticed Jiang Shang standing still, eyes glazed, hesitating to move forward.

“What is it?” Jian Wushuang asked, puzzled.

Jiang Shang replied blankly, “It’s nothing, just a feeling I can’t describe when I saw the plaque!”

Hearing about the plaque, Jian Wushuang also glanced up.

The three simple large characters were nothing special.

But one thing was very clear: the handwriting was by a cultivator.

The crevices between the lines, containing an aura, were not carved by an ordinary person!

However, for a Great Tang where immortals roamed freely, this was nothing surprising.

If it weren’t for Jiang Shang, Jian Wushuang wouldn’t have paid attention.

But he merely remembered this in his heart and was about to enter Baoguang Temple.

At this moment, a young monk walked out from the temple alone. He was wearing a kasaya and had a delicate face, with eyes that held a sense of Zen wisdom.

“Are you two here looking for someone?” the young monk asked directly.

This surprised both Jian Wushuang and Jiang Shang.

Especially Jian Wushuang.

After entering Tai’an City, the three of them kept a low profile. Although they mingled with some cultivators, they didn’t actively reveal their strength or background.

If there was any exposure, it would be Jian Wushuang, who had a brief conversation with Zhu Quan in the First Tower.

However, Zhu Quan was merely an immortal of the First Tower and likely had little connection to the Baoguang Temple.

Jian Wushuang remained calm and composed. Although he was surprised, his expression didn’t change at all.

Jiang Shang, on the other hand, showed a bewildered expression.

“How did he know?” Jiang Shang thought, her face turning serious.

The young monk seemed to notice Jiang Shang’s surprise, but he couldn’t discern any expression from Jian Wushuang.

“Master Fengjue sent me to welcome you two!”

Master Fengjue?

Upon hearing this name, Jiang Shang became even more puzzled. She didn’t know this person at all.

Jian Wushuang, however, nodded silently and said, “Let’s go. Since we’ve been invited, it’s better than wandering around in the dark.”

Yesterday at the First Tower, they had heard Zhu Quan talk about several eminent monks in Baoguang Temple.

Among them was this Master Fengjue.

Fengjue, a Buddhist Mahayana Vajra!

His strength had already reached the late Jindan stage, and with the Buddhist Vajra Divine Skill, he was invincible below the Nascent Soul stage.

Because Jindan-stage cultivators couldn’t break through his defense.

More than a hundred years ago, this Buddhist Vajra had preached in the Southern Heavens, which are now the Southern Seven Kingdoms.

Coming from the Eastern Lands, his teachings were disrupted by the cultivators of the Southern Heavens. In anger, he defeated nine Jindan-stage cultivators with one palm strike.

It was this battle that made Master Fengjue famous.

Now, more than a hundred years later, his strength had become unfathomable.

However!

This was nothing to Jian Wushuang.

Even if Zhu Quan praised this old monk to the skies, he was just a Jindan-stage cultivator.

He was simply curious as to why it was Master Fengjue.

Although he was one of the top three monks in Baoguang Temple, they had little connection with him!

If it were the founding host of Baoguang Temple, Jian Wushuang might not have been so puzzled.

Or if it were a true immortal!

With questions in their minds, the two followed the young bald monk into Baoguang Temple.

Upon entering the inner courtyard, they occasionally saw devotees coming and going, their expressions solemn.

Among them were devotees with troubled expressions, their eyes seeming vacant.

However, whenever these people encountered the young monk, they respectfully called out, “Master Fancheng.”

This let Jian Wushuang and Jiang Shang learn the Dharma name of the young monk.

They had thought he was just a young monk but didn’t expect him to be a master.

Thinking about it, in the mundane world, anyone in the temple who wasn’t a child or teenager could be considered a master.

Following Fancheng through the bustling front yard, it suddenly became much quieter.

“I will leave you here, and Master Fengjue will come shortly. Please wait a moment,” Fancheng said with a gentle smile.

Jian Wushuang nodded calmly.

After the monk left, the two of them exchanged a glance without speaking, instead, they began observing the backyard.

The yard was very tidy, with no unnecessary furnishings.

Both of their gazes turned to the open hall door in the backyard.

Though they stood outside, they could vaguely make out a figure inside through the door.

“What is that?” Jiang Shang frowned upon seeing the scene inside.

Noticing her unusual expression, Jian Wushuang focused his attention there as well.

Having reached the Jindan stage, both of them had heightened senses. Even from a distance, they could clearly see the scene inside the door.

Especially Jian Wushuang, who could sense the scene inside with his mental power alone, without using his eyes.