Dangming Temple was a small, ordinary, and simple temple, and the entire temple was home to only one young monk, Long Yiming, who was 15 years old this year.
Long Yiming was born an orphan. In the past, the previous abbot of Dangming Temple, while on a pilgrimage, found him lying in a cradle by a stream. The abbot then brought him back, raised him, and named him Long Yiming.
When Long Yiming turned nine, the abbot, old and frail, passed away. Before his passing, the abbot instructed Long Yiming to accumulate good deeds, live a good life, and if things became too difficult, he could leave the temple and go elsewhere, not clinging to it.
But Long Yiming, out of love and filial piety for his master, remained at the temple.
At this moment, Long Yiming was meditating, dressed in a yellow monastic robe. His face was bright, handsome, gentle, and benevolent, his earlobes long like a Buddha's, and his sparkling eyes full of wisdom.
"Prajna Heart Sutra Meditation Art!"
Long Yiming's hands suddenly flew up, channeling his energy. A vast, brilliant Buddhist light shone forth from his body, illuminating the heavens and earth.
The vast Buddhist light shot straight up into the sky, like a dazzling golden pillar illuminating the four directions. Fortunately, Dangming Temple was located in a desolate area, so no one witnessed this. If they had, they would have been utterly shocked.
"Finally, I've reached the peak of the Prajna Heart Sutra Meditation Art. The Prajna Divine Palm has also reached its ultimate peak, and so has the Thunder Zen Quake.
The Thousand Buddha Palm has reached its Ninth Form: Myriad Buddhas Paying Homage. Moreover, my cultivation has reached the Saint Profound Realm.
With this level of strength, I'm ready to roam the Jianghu. It's time to leave the temple.
And today is also the day that 'thing' opens. It promised me 15 years ago. It should appear now."
Long Yiming mused to himself.
In his previous life, Long Yiming was named Qiao Mengtan. He was a cold-blooded assassin. Having killed too many people, he felt guilty in his old age and sought a tranquil temple to cultivate Buddhist dharma and cleanse his sins. One day, while meditating on the temple steps, he was unfortunately struck by lightning, ending his old life.
He awoke to find himself in the body of a newborn baby, an orphan abandoned by a stream. Fortunately, the old abbot picked him up, which led to his present life.
On the day he arrived in this world, a piece of information was directly transmitted into Long Yiming's brain.
"Beep! Welcome, Master, to the Sa Huang Realm. This is a fantasy world where powerful experts possess boundless strength, capable of shattering mountains with a palm strike, immortal and eternal.
Realms: Martial Spirit Realm, Body Nourishing, Palace Incubation, Form Incubation are collectively known as Martial Dao Mortals.
Effects: Cultivation increases health, forming the first milestone in cultivation. To build a tall house, one needs a solid foundation…..
Martial Dao Entering Sainthood: Profound Dragon Realm, Life Dao Realm, Grand Dao Realm, Saint Profound Realm, Dao Saint Realm, Immortal Great Saint.
Effects: Martial artists' bodies become sacred, no longer needing to eat or sleep. They only need to absorb spiritual energy for cultivation. They can fly in the sky. Lifespan reaches 250 – 500 years, far surpassing mortals. Their bodies are tough, impervious to blades and spears. Their senses surpass ordinary people by hundreds of times…..
Martial Dao Entering Divinity: Divine Dao Realm, Grand Dao Divine King, Sovereign God, Divine Emperor, Immortal Great God, God Emperor Realm, Invincible Dao God, High God.
Effects: Can fuse other martial arts and create their own martial arts. Their minds are enlightened, comprehending the Dao. Their bodies are immortal and difficult to destroy. Lifespan reaches 1,000 to 10,000 years…..
Cultivation Techniques: Spirit, Origin, King, Heaven….
Martial Skills: Spirit, Origin, King, Heaven, Saint, Divine…
Weapons: Spirit, Treasure, King, Earth, Heaven….
Beep! The Great Justice System will lead you to supreme power."
Function: Summon characters from myriad worlds. Miraculous Wheel of Fortune: Everything is available.
Beep! The system has encountered a problem with this universe. It requires 15 years to adapt, integrate, and comprehend the Great Dao of this universe. The host will be reconnected in 15 years.
Beep! Gifting the host the Prajna Heart Sutra Meditation Art and the Thousand Buddha Palm for self-protection. Farewell, sir.
This was the information transmitted to Long Yiming. Today was the day the system appeared. As a 21st-century Earthling, he was no stranger to systems, so he was delighted to hear he had one.
Beep! The Great Justice System has been successfully activated.
Greetings, Host. The system grants you one character summon and one Miraculous Wheel of Fortune spin.
The system transmitted this information directly into Long Yiming's mind.
Upon hearing this, Long Yiming excitedly prepared to summon, but then he thought of something and asked the system, "If I summon now, what cultivation realm will they be?"
Beep! For your first summon, you will receive characters from the Martial Spirit to Form Aggregate realm.
The system replied.
Hearing this, Long Yiming became furious and couldn't help but curse inwardly at the system, "Are you out of your mind, system? I, a dignified Saint Profound Realm expert, am supposed to summon these shrimp-like Martial Spirit... Form Aggregate characters? How is that any different from an adult taking children out to play?"
Beep! You can wait a while longer until I become stronger, then you will be able to summon high-realm experts. Perhaps I shouldn't have given you those cultivation techniques, only to be insulted by you now.
The system retorted.
Hearing this, and knowing there was nothing he could do, Long Yiming calmed himself down and said inwardly to the system, "I was a bit hot-headed, my apologies!"
"I'll save the summon for later. Let's use the Miraculous Wheel of Fortune first." Long Yiming secretly ordered the system in his mind.
An electronic panel, visible only to him, appeared in Long Yiming's mind, and the wheel began to spin.
Beep! Congratulations, Host, you have received Hegemonic Kicks from the Miraculous Wheel of Fortune.
Leg Arts: Hegemonic Kicks
Rank: Heavenly Skill, Emperor Grade
Forms:
1. One General's Success, Ten Thousand Bones Wither
2. Ascending to Heaven with Steady Steps, I Walk Freely
3. Nezha's Wind and Clouds, Overbearing Soaring to the Heavens
4. Invincible in Attack, Unrivaled in Battle
5. A Thousand Armies and Ten Thousand Horses, Shaking the World
6. Thunder Shakes Mountains and Rivers, Trembling the Nine Provinces
7. Stone-Shattering, Heaven-Lightening, World-Dominating Aura
Origin: Dragon-Tiger Gate
Introduction: Created by a martial arts master named Wu Chaoqun. Legend has it that Wu Chaoqun was framed by a villain, his entire family died tragically, and he himself had his tongue pulled out and both arms severed. To seek revenge, he created this set of leg arts. 'Ba' (Hegemonic) means to plunder, 'Ba' means to use force to achieve what one desires, to oppress and seize by force.
The system panel displayed a man performing 7 perfect, soul-stirring kick stances. Subsequently, information about Hegemonic Kicks was transmitted into Long Yiming's brain.
Long Yiming had high cultivation and considerable talent, so he quickly comprehended these 7 earth-shattering, heaven-destroying leg forms.
Long Yiming then displayed a joyful smile and said, "Indeed, Hegemonic Kicks, truly overbearing."
"Boom!"
A loud explosion echoed from outside. Long Yiming frowned slightly, then swiftly darted outside.
Outside, a woman dressed in white, with an exquisite and beautiful face, was being closely pursued by a young man leading three middle-aged men, forcing her to run into Dengming Temple.
The young man unleashed a palm strike, shattering the temple gate. He then looked at the woman and said with a lecherous smile, "Once I catch Miss Xuelian, I'll surely have some fun. Then I'll have someone sketch us and send the drawing to the Misty Sect. That will definitely be very interesting."
Hearing this, the woman named Xuelian angrily retorted, "Asilie, you won't get what you want, because I will die!"
With those words, she tried to bash her head against the tiled floor. Seeing this, A Tư Liệt's face instantly registered panic.
"Thwack!"
A foot appeared, stopping the young woman's head from hitting the tiled floor. Tuyết Liên looked up to see a young monk.
This monk was Long Nhất Minh. He looked at Tuyết Liên, smiled kindly, and said, "Young lady, why would you contemplate ending your life so soon?"
His gentle inquiry made Tuyết Liên feel as if this young monk could protect her.
Tuyết Liên said resolutely, "If I don't die, I will suffer humiliation and torment worse than hell. It's better to die in peace."
If she fell into A Tư Liệt's hands, her reputation and life would be ruined, and it would also bring shame upon the Phiêu Miểu Tông. Therefore, suicide was the best way out for her.
Long Nhất Minh smiled and said, "Young lady, there's no need for you to die, because no one will be able to lay a hand on you."
With those words, Long Nhất Minh turned to look at A Tư Liệt and the two middle-aged men standing there, and asked, "What do you all think?"
A Tư Liệt and the two middle-aged men hadn't seen how the monk had appeared, proving he was a true master. Thus, the three of them were considering their options.
A Tư Liệt spoke with polite deference, "We only wish to capture this young woman. As long as Great Master names your price, we will agree to it."
It was better to avoid trouble than to invite it. He didn't want to make an enemy when he was already in a delicate situation.
Long Nhất Minh gave a wicked smile and said, "The price? Your lives."
"Bat Nha Tam Kinh Thien Cong!"
"Thien Phat Chuong – Phat Quang So Hien!"
As he spoke, Long Nhất Minh's hands moved, forming the Kim Cang Luan An. Buddha-force surged through his acupoints and meridians. A Dharma-form of the Buddha, seated on a lotus cushion, appeared behind him, a Buddha-wheel spinning, enveloping Long Nhất Minh. The Buddha's twin palms struck out through the air.
"No!"
Facing this palm strike, A Tư Liệt and the two men could only cry out in hopeless fear. The pressure from this palm strike was immense.
"Boom!"
A peerless, invincible palm strike smashed A Tư Liệt and the two men into fragments, sending them flying a hundred meters. They died without a trace.
Long Nhất Minh pressed his palms together and said benevolently, "Amitabha, killing one evil person to protect many good people."
Although Long Nhất Minh was a monk who had read many Buddhist scriptures, he had spent a large part of his life as an assassin. Thus, he still retained a decisive demeanor. He also understood the ways of the world: "If you want others to listen to you, you must be stronger than them."
Unlike the Buddhist scriptures that advocate using kindness to convert others, Long Nhất Minh believed this only applied to a few people. For most, it was completely wrong. His motto remained: use force to compel obedience and eliminate the wicked to protect the good.
Tuyết Liên was stunned. This monk's strength far surpassed that of ordinary people. What cultivation level did he possess at such a young age? That palm strike contained immense domineering energy. As she pondered the monk's cultivation, her heart was greatly shaken.
After a moment of thought, Tuyết Liên stood up, faced Long Nhất Minh, and respectfully said, "Many thanks for your assistance, Great Master."
If not for this monk, death would have been her only escape. Moreover, this monk was extraordinarily powerful. In this world, age was irrelevant; only cultivation realm mattered. Thus, the respectful address of "Great Master" was highly appropriate.
Long Nhất Minh waved his hand amiably and said, "It's a small matter."
For him, eliminating two Huyen Long Canh and one Sac Uan cultivator was an extremely easy task. If he hadn't refrained from fighting anyone for the past 15 years of his cultivation, dealing with these three small fries would have taken just a casual palm strike to kill them.
At this moment, Xue Lian said thoughtfully, "Great Master has helped this humble one, and currently I have nothing to repay you with. In the future, if you have any need, just come to the Misty Sect to find me. My name is Ming Yu Xue Lian."
"Regarding today's matter where Great Master killed three people – Iron Wolf Gate's Young Master A Si Lie and two Profound Dragon Realm experts – when I return, I will take full responsibility for it."
She had no way to repay her benefactor at the moment, so she could only offer a promise, while simultaneously taking all the blame upon herself to show her gratitude.
"Mm."
Long Yi Ming nodded casually and hummed an affirmation.
He didn't care about any repayment or the trouble with the Iron Wolf Gate. From what he knew, with the system, killing him would be harder than defying the heavens themselves.
Afterwards, Ming Yu Xue Lian bid farewell and soared away. Reaching the Profound Dragon Realm in cultivation allowed one to fly through the void.
Long Yi Ming turned around, his gaze falling upon the simple temple he had been attached to for fifteen years. It was the place where he had spent peaceful days living with an abbot who was like a father to him. Though their lives were hard, they had been happy.
Long Yi Ming gazed at the temple with lingering reluctance, saying softly, "Now I will leave this place. If you stay here alone, you will surely be very sad. So, you should go and meet Master."
"Bang!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Long Yi Ming unleashed a palm strike with his left hand, destroying the small temple.
Long Yi Ming then walked to a small pagoda about 100 meters from the temple. He used his palm force to shatter the pagoda, took out a porcelain box, used his internal energy to crack it, and then tossed it into the air. The box shattered, and the ashes inside scattered and drifted away in the wind.
Long Yi Ming looked up at the sky, watching the ashes carried by the wind, and said sorrowfully, "Master, I will leave now. I don't know when I will return, and I can no longer stay by your side. Please let yourself be carried by the wind and watch over me from above. I will do many good deeds, as you taught me."
"Whoosh!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Long Yi Ming used his Buddhist energy to create an enormous 'Wan' character in the void. He then sat cross-legged upon the 'Wan' character and departed, soaring through the void.