Chapter 45: The Mysterious and Powerful Mara King Beyond the Realm

  Great heroes hide in the imperial court, medium heroes hide in the market, small heroes hide in the wilderness. The land of China is vast and boundless, with countless extraordinary people and hermits who are disillusioned with the world hiding in remote mountains and villages, or in the midst of bustling cities.

  Ma Yilao's original name was Zhang Wei. He is a straightforward and generous person, with a strong sense of justice, hating evil as if it were his personal enemy. Over 40 years ago, he single-handedly took down the notorious Huang Feng Gang, which had been causing trouble in the Jianghu world, making him famous throughout the land. In the Jianghu world, he earned the reputation of being the "Furious Vajra".

  He didn't want to be a famous Jianghu inn, and in his later years, he would retreat to a small tavern and hold a position even lower than that of a shopkeeper's apprentice - the humblest job in the entire tavern. Of course, this was his own request; all his life, he had been straightforward and outspoken, quick-tempered and impatient, and if he were forced to cultivate himself like some of his other friends, it would be torture for him.

  "Senior Zhang's invitation to junior is not just about tasting tea and drinking wine, if there's anything that needs to be done, just speak up, as long as junior can do it, he will not decline."

  Linghu Cong and the old man in white, Zhang Wei, chatted with great pleasure, as if they had returned to the Thoughtless Cliff, where he had a delightful conversation with Feng Qingyang. After tasting the tea and finishing the wine, the old man in white looked troubled, wanting to speak but hesitating, so Linghu Cong knew that he must have something on his mind that he wanted him to help with, and thus took the initiative to ask him.

  "Ling Hu's little friend doesn't know, recently a foreign monk named Mo Luo Fa Wang has invaded the territory of Hong County, and this evil monk has fallen into the devil's path, burning, killing, looting, and doing all sorts of evil in Hong County." The old man in the hemp garment looked embarrassed, picked up his tea cup and took a sip, saying: "Although we have retired from the Jianghu and no longer ask about Jianghu affairs, as practitioners of martial arts, we should protect our homes and country, eliminate the strong and support the weak. How can we just watch as foreign devils do evil in our land?"

  "Looks like Zhang has already fought with that evil monk?" Linghu Cong said affirmatively. Although he had only known the old man in black for a short time, he understood his temperament quite well - this was a typical chivalrous hero who hated evil and upheld justice.

  "The old man has been practicing martial arts for over 70 years, how can he let the evil monk from outside commit evil in front of him?" The old man in a gray robe had a righteous face, but felt somewhat short of breath. "It's embarrassing to say that although this evil monk is ruthless and poisonous, his martial arts skills are extremely high, already reaching the late stage of the ultimate realm. The old man fought with him for less than 30 rounds and was severely injured, defeated and returned in defeat, barely escaping with his life. He was just planning to gather old friends to go together to capture that evil monk, Mo Luo Fa Wang."

  "Just the two of us, old friends, went out for a stroll and don't know when we'll return. The town's Zhang Ma Zi and Wang Po Po have also broken through to the top master realm, but they're only at the beginning stage. Even if the three of us join forces, I'm not sure we can subdue that evil monk." Old Man Ma Yi sighed, "Just now, seeing Young Master Lian's demeanor was majestic and his aura was expansive, I knew his martial arts had reached a high level. So I swallowed my pride and invited young brother to come up and chat, hoping you could lend us a hand in eliminating the evil monk and bringing peace back to Hong County."

  "So it is, senior brother's noble intention, junior brother is willing to exert his utmost effort, eradicate evil and harm for the people." Linghu Chong responded, looking at the old man in black clothes with some concern: "Zhang senior brother's injury has not healed yet, in the short term he may not be able to fight against high-level opponents of the same level, so let junior brother take care of this matter instead. You just need to inform junior brother about that evil monk's whereabouts."

  "Be careful, Lianhu Xiao You, that Mo Luo Fa Wang's skills are quite extraordinary, with boundless strength and ferocious moves. If you're not careful, you'll be severely injured or even killed. Even if you were to face the strongest opponent, you would still have a chance of winning, but this is no ordinary person." The old man in the hemp garment was shocked and hastily advised Lianhu Chung, hoping he wouldn't act rashly.

  Mie Yun saw that Lao Tzu didn't trust his strength, so Linghu Cong slightly relaxed his collected martial arts aura. A strong and fierce aura burst forth, filling the entire space with an unstoppable momentum, as if a war god had appeared before Mie Yun. The intense shock stimulated his nerves, leaving him incredulous, thinking to himself that Linghu's kung fu had reached such heights, probably already approaching the realm of invincibility.

  "Don't worry, senior. If that evil monk's martial arts are only at the late stage of the ultimate realm, then he will be unable to escape his fate and will have to pay a terrible price for his evil deeds." Looking at the old man Ma Yi who was shocked into incontinence, Linghu Chong said with a calm tone, full of confidence.

  Under the overwhelming pressure of Lin Hu's unparalleled martial arts, the old man in hemp clothing happily informed him of the whereabouts of Mo Luo Fa Wang he had investigated, and exhorted Lin Hu to be more careful and not to be careless.

  Linghu Cong's martial arts skills were high, but he was not very old. At this age, young heroes of the Jianghu world were usually full of vigor and disdainful of everything. The Old Man in Green Robes feared that Linghu Cong would underestimate his enemies, so he painstakingly told him about the valuable experiences he had gained from roaming the Jianghu world, recounting numerous cases of people who had died tragic deaths due to complacency, hoping that Linghu Cong would take heed and be vigilant.

  He didn't know that Lin Hu Chung had already broken through his physical limitations, successfully surpassing the realm of a top-notch master and entering the bottleneck that has puzzled countless geniuses for thousands of years, breaking through to the realm of myth. Let alone this so-called Mo Luo Fa Wang being an extremely skilled late-stage master, even if he were a top-notch master, how much effort would it take to kill him?

  Finally, under the stunning gaze of Old Man Ma, Linghu Chong went alone to Qingfeng Gang ten miles away, preparing to guard the tree and wait for the rabbit.

  However, things didn't go as smoothly as imagined. The heroic and confident Linghu Chong waited at Qingfeng Gang for two whole days and nights but didn't even see a single Lama's hair. He recalled the dignified expression of the old man in the hemp garment when they parted ways, which seemed to suggest that he wouldn't intentionally deceive him; otherwise, no one would be able to bear the consequences.

  "Did I go to the wrong place?"

  Linghu Chong and the second monk couldn't make head or tail of it, repeatedly identifying the three large characters engraved on the weathered stone monument on the small path, muttering to himself: "No mistake, although a bit blurry, but still can be identified as 'Qingfeng Gang' three big words."

  Linghu Cong was an impatient person, having stayed in this godforsaken place for two days already, he had long been fed up. So he made up his mind that if Mo Luo Fa Wang still didn't show up by noon the next day, he would return to Youjian Inn and demand an explanation from Old Man Ma. What kind of information was this? It was simply a waste of his youth! He wondered when he could hurry off to Mount Heng to meet Dongfang.

  Linghu Cong was so depressed that he vomited blood. The good times were spent in this desolate mountain wilderness. As for the target of this trip, the out-of-domain lama Mo Luo Fa Wang, he also hated him to the bone. In his heart, he silently decided that when he saw Mo Luo Fa Wang, he would not say a word and directly use the most brutal method to destroy his body until it exploded, beating him so badly that even his mother wouldn't recognize him.