Mountain Patrol Military Officer-Chapter 512 - 399: Heavenly Person Reincarnation (Requesting monthly ticket)

Chapter 512: Chapter 399: Heavenly Person Reincarnation (Requesting monthly ticket)

"Bang"

Chen Yuan’s feet once again stepped onto the deck of this boat, the bluish-black wood exuding a sense of age and weight.

He stood holding his spear, the sharp tip gleaming, his eyes slightly narrowed, looking at the open cabin door. The darkness inside was dispelled as bright lights flickered into life, lighting up the ship.

As the lights ignited, silhouettes appeared in the windows, voices followed.

Some people were speaking eloquently, others exchanging drinks, some debating endlessly; amidst laughter, there were lofty scriptures, or the chatter of ordinary folks, all sorts were there.

In an instant, this dead silent ship became lively and vibrant.

There was an indescribable eeriness in this scene, yet it was incredibly vivid and real, as if a real group of people was chatting inside, discussing worldly matters or tales of the world.

At this moment, there were sounds of footsteps behind.

The three Grand Protectors from Jinyu Mountain followed closely, turning their bodies forward, looking at the changes on the ship with suspicion.

They remembered that the ship’s doors were tightly shut before, with everyone wanting to enter but unable. Now, as it opened itself, causing these commotions, what was the meaning of this?

Like Chen Yuan, the three maintained a cautious mindset, not advancing rashly.

At this moment, one light after another lit up, spreading from the first floor to the second.

More and more shadows, more and more voices appeared, as if portraying the myriad faces of all beings in the silhouettes before the windows.

At this moment, a window on the second floor by the deck lit up, unlike other windows with many silhouettes, there was only one figure sitting with its back facing.

Then a vast and sonorous voice sounded in their ears.

"Cultivate the body to resemble a crane, two scriptures under a thousand pines, I seek the way and no one answers, clouds in the blue sky water in the flask!"

"Friends, please come aboard for a discussion!"

With this resonant voice, the formerly chaotic and noisy small boat suddenly quietened down.

The silhouettes reflected on the windows all turned towards the direction of the deck, as if pairs of eyes behind the windows were staring at Chen Yuan and the three others.

In this instant,

"Boom"

"Boom"

"Boom"

Powerful energy surged from those shadows, transforming into a violent wind pressure descending towards Chen Yuan and the others, akin to giant waves crashing down.

"Hum"

"Humph"

The three Grand Protectors from Taisui Mountain’s expressions changed slightly, being the first to react.

Jade Qilin, Jinyu Mountain, stepped back a pace, leaving a clear footprint on the deck. With a hum from the nose, a righteous aura surged out, forming a foot-thick protective gang qi, stabilizing the body.

Mad Blade Yu Wenguang was pressured by the piling waves to skid his foot, his eyebrows furrowed, the black cloth-wrapped blade behind him emitted a blade cry. A blood-red blade qi burst from the blade, transforming into a towering blood-red crescent blade and slashing forward!

The blade light sliced through the wind, stopping three feet in front of Yu Wenguang, pouring out gang qi from both sides, finally stabilizing his body.

While Shaking Mountain Tiger Hu Yanqing faced the wind pressure with angry brows and glaring eyes, muscles and bones rang, he let out a bellow, and his hands lifted. One hand formed wind, the other fire, stepping backward, veins bulged on his face, quickly bringing his hands together before his chest.

"Huff"

Wind swirled, fire ignited.

In an instant, a bright flame enveloped his entire body, blazing fiercely, barely resisting the pressure.

The three reacted like lightning, stabilizing their bodies.

Only Chen Yuan, facing the torrent-like energy, stood firm as a mountain, his clothes fluttering, hair wildly dancing, the flesh emitting a luster like green jade, sounds of dragon and phoenix resonated from his muscles and bones, firmly resisting the pressure.

Only to see his eyes ablaze with golden light, looking up at the silhouette on the second floor, wielding the Three-pointed Two-blade Spear in a dazzling silver light, then fiercely throwing it towards that window.

The spear shot out like a dragon, with a long cry, the Three-pointed Two-blade Spear turned into resplendent cold stars, breaking through the wind and waves, shooting straight towards the second floor window.

In mere moments, the spear embedded into the window frame, releasing strands of powerful energy, blasting the window open.

Then, Chen Yuan leapt, transforming into a startling streak, directly entering through the window.

Once inside, it was a simple cabin, Chen Yuan hadn’t yet clearly seen the interior, the scene started to shift, as if stirred by blowing sand.

But in the next second, the sound of a spear ringing out.

Only to see the Three-pointed Two-blade Spear nailed on the window emit a cry, silver radiance exploded, dispelling the hazy illusion, pulling the real scene back.

Soon, the interior scene became clear.

Nine bronze oil lamps adorned like the Sun God Tree’s standing, two bamboo curtains hanging, behind which sat a figure on a mat, indistinct, with its back to Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan first glanced at the lamps, resembling the style Little squirrel held earlier, then moved his gaze onto the silhouette seated behind the bamboo curtain, lines at the corner of his eyes slightly creasing.

Under the Dharma Eye, this person seemed real yet unreal, unclear to see. He gently closed his eyes, unable to perceive anyone ahead, reopening them to find the figure vividly there.

"Are you the spirit of this ship?" Chen Yuan asked lightly.

He truly wanted to see the origin of what was hidden inside this ship.

Spirits, beyond the realm of Demons and Ghosts, were certain entities, perhaps absorbing sun and moon essence, or in some special environment, attained through long years.

In the Worldly society, it’s often rumored, that recluses of high skill in the mountain dojo, often chant scripture, and over time, the surrounding plants and trees attain enlightenment.

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