Chapter 1122: Remove the Things That Affect My Cultivation with Rules

Qinghe’s guess was not unreasonable. In ancient times, she was responsible for organizing the worshippers of the Immortal Fairy. This involved countless tasks, such as promoting the Immortal Fairy’s greatness to the world, creating statues, and leading daily prayers for believers.

When reporting her progress to the Immortal Fairy, she would always omit minor details, only highlighting important points to save her master’s time and allow her more leisure.

"The Meng family's work report is inadequate," Lu Yang pointed out the pamphlet's flaw. "The names of the remaining organizations should be noted in small print here." He added that such an oversight would never happen if he were in charge.

Ultimately, it reflected the Meng family’s poor attitude. As Lu Yang served an immortal—who was also the founding emperor—he believed in the adage "accompanying a monarch is like accompanying a tiger." Thus, he naturally treated the immortal with utmost reverence, ensuring no flaws in his daily life or work.

"Indeed," Qinghe nodded. She had done the same in ancient times; though she wouldn't report directly to her master, she would document her work experience so there would be something to refer to if her master ever decided to inspect her work.

The only issue was that her master never had the inclination to do so.

"Alright, since this 'Soul Organization' has been dealt with, let's all go back," Lu Yang said. He considered Daoist Yu a minor character whose only use was to reveal the organization behind him. As for Daoist Yu's storage ring and its contents, they were mere scraps and junk that Lu Yang wouldn't even bother picking up if they fell to the ground.

It was unclear how long after everyone left that heavy rain began to fall, turning the cemetery's ground into soft, muddy soil.

A young boy struggled to dig through the mud, emerging from underground. He gasped for air, greedily inhaling the hard-won fresh air.

With fierce eyes, the boy spread his arms and laughed maniacally in the rain. "Second Brother, to seize Father's inheritance, you actually conspired with rogue cultivators to ambush and bury me alive! You never expected this, did you? The only spell I know is Turtle Breath Technique, and I'm still alive!"

After his laughter subsided, the boy's spirits sank. Though he was alive, seeking revenge seemed an insurmountable task. His Second Brother had cultivators as backing; even if they were rogue cultivators, they were not someone he, a mere first-level Qi Refinement cultivator, could provoke.

"What is this?"

The boy noticed an old corpse nearby, strangely dressed, with a string of beads tied around its wrist. "Is this... a magic artifact?"

The boy saw small characters carved into the artifact—they were spells, a total of one hundred and eight different kinds.

He tried to inject spiritual energy into the beads, but unfortunately, he could only barely activate one spell: basic fire manipulation. "Perhaps when my cultivation improves, I'll be able to activate more of these beads... And a storage ring!"

The beads and the storage ring had originally been Daoist Yu's personal items. With their owner gone, they could be opened at will. Upon seeing the contents of the storage ring, the boy's body trembled uncontrollably.

"Cultivation techniques! Peerless techniques that can lead to Foundation Establishment peak! And these spirit stones, these magic artifacts!" He had never seen so many spirit stones and magic artifacts in his entire life.

The entire assets of a Foundation Establishment expert—it was simply a heaven-sent opportunity.

"What kind of powerful enemy did this Foundation Establishment expert encounter to meet such an end?"

The boy quickly calmed down. The fact that the killer had not taken the storage ring and beads after killing Daoist Yu suggested that the killer was also severely wounded and unable to retrieve these valuable items. "May the World Honored One bless me."

The boy then knelt and bowed in all directions, weeping with gratitude.

"Where am I?" Uncle Wang found himself in a pure white space.

A towering, indistinct figure appeared, immensely tall; Uncle Wang was not even as high as its finger.

"Excellent, excellent. Wang Han, you have shown integrity by not keeping the life-buying money you found, but instead donating it to this temple. Recovering your life is also good karma." Uncle Wang shivered; he had actually picked up the legendary life-buying money. "May the World Honored One bless me, may the World Honored One bless me," he muttered, grateful he had donated the money.

"From now on, perform more good deeds, and good karma will surely follow."

Uncle Wang woke up, his mind a bit muddled. Was everything that had just happened merely a dream?

But when he opened his palm and saw the character "善" (goodness) written there, he immediately realized it was a dream imparted by a Buddha. The Great Bean Temple truly enshrined a genuine Buddha!

Forgetting about eating, Uncle Wang quickly rode his camel to search for the Great Bean Temple. However, he found nothing at the location he remembered, searching for a long time without success. Just then, the voice from his dream echoed in his ears again.

"Wang Han, your connection with this temple has ended. Do not search further." Only then did Uncle Wang, crestfallen, give up.

Great Bean Dynasty, Ancestral Temple.

Lu Yang had sent the dream to Uncle Wang simply to warn him to be careful about what money he picked up in the future.

After resolving Uncle Wang's matter, he sat on a lotus platform, spreading his divine sense to comprehend the Dao of heaven and earth, thereby deepening his understanding of rules.

Within the range of his divine sense, he saw Yun Mengmeng and Jin Caiwei setting up a large pot to boil syrup, using it to patch up holes in the Ancestral Temple, while incidentally "eating" other parts of the temple—in essence, "robbing Peter to pay Paul."

Qinghe was secretly writing something alone. Sensing Lu Yang's divine sense, she quickly covered what she was writing, warning him with her eyes not to look.

The Dragon and Phoenix Ancestors had dug a large space directly beneath the Ancestral Temple, using the Qilin Immortal as a hypothetical enemy for their combat practice. After discussing it, they decided that once they found the Qilin Immortal, they would definitely give him a thorough beating!

"Senior Brother Lu Yang's Immortal-Slaying Sword Array actually originated from the sword array my husband often kneels in. He's been deceiving us for so long, he deserves a beating!" Jiang Lianyi asked worriedly, "But even if the two of us team up, we probably can't hurt him much. What should we do?"

Ao Ling smiled confidently, having long had a countermeasure. "No worries. When the time comes, we'll lure him to the Buddhist Realm and ask Senior Brother Lu Yang to intervene. The three of us can then teach him a lesson together!" "Good idea," Jiang Lianyi agreed, "then let's wait until Senior Brother Lu completely masters the rules, and the three of us can practice our combined attacks!"

In the spiritual space, the Immortal Fairy sat cross-legged on her throne, swaying side to side like a roly-poly toy, imparting her experience: "Mastering rules relies on inspiration—that 'click' moment, you know that feeling, right?"

"You don't understand? Then I'll repeat it again..."

Lu Yang looked up at the temple roof, which had several holes in it, with despair. "Who said the Buddhist Realm was a good place? It would be a miracle to cultivate peacefully here!" he thought. "Fairy, can I use rules on myself?"

"You can, but you can't use overly excessive rules, like making yourself ten times stronger or instantly solidifying your cultivation realm." "That's fine, I don't need exaggerated rules. I hereby establish a rule: eliminate anything that hinders my cultivation!"

Lu Yang did not want to see Yun Mengmeng and the others when using his divine sense, as it would distract him. Lu Yang applied the rule to himself, and an unknown change occurred.

"Why can I still see Yun Mengmeng and them?" Lu Yang wondered, perplexed. "This rule wasn't applied correctly."

Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable impulse and seriously told the Immortal Fairy, "Fairy, from now on, I am yours!" "Huh? Really?"

Lu Yang immediately slapped himself twice to clear his head. "What kind of broken rule is this? How did it remove my self-respect?"