Daoist Master of Qing Xuan Chapter 659 – Vishnu

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Hence, in the Demon Master Palace, when people started to settle the agitation caused by Bei Mingzi’s issue, they did not discover that a figure quietly disappeared in the iceberg and flew out of the bottomless valley in the sea.

After some time had passed, somebody said, “Looks like eleventh sister isn’t going to play the piano tonight.”

They explored their eleventh sister’s palace using spiritual telepathy and they realized that her palace was already empty.

“Eleventh sister left.”

“Leaving the palace without permission is a very serious offense. When the eldest brother is back, he’ll definitely punish her.”

“Then what do we do now? Why not I secretly go out to look for her and take her home?”

“I think you just want to sneak out right, eighth brother?”

“I’m worried about eleventh sister only.”

“So are you saying that we aren’t worried?”

“When these Kunpeng descendants were talking among each other, a Daoist child’s voice came into their ears, “The founding master has an order. From today onwards, all of the young masters aren’t allowed to take a step out from the Demon Master Palace.”

Although all of them were considered as some powerful characters, they did not dare to go against Kunpeng Founding Master’s command. At this moment, somewhere deep in the Demon Master Palace, there was an enormous yet vicious Qi dynamic rising that was closely watching them. This was to make them realize that the founding master already went out. They were all very concerned about their eleventh sister because they were not sure if she could make it back home after leaving home this time.

They did not dare to continue talking. All of them held back their spiritual telepathy and were all focusing on meditating to get enlightenment on the Great Dao.

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The eleventh sister flew out of the bottomless valley in the sea and came to the sky of the universe. She was the grandchild of Kunpeng and thus, she could travel in light at an extremely fast speed. Besides, her mana was born to last long. Hence, even if she was at the space, she did not have to worry about the withering of her mana. After all, it was impossible for her to not be able to meet a star filled with the soulful aura that can provide her with the chance to restore her spiritual vigor.

She bypassed a flying group of aerolite then she fell into the endless void. She immediately felt boring. After all, even if space was beautiful, after seeing it for too long, it was not any better than the quiet bottomless valley in the sea.

Not knowing how far she had flown, she finally discovered a beautiful scenery. Deep in the universe, there was a Milky Way which looked extremely nice. It was way better compared to anything she had seen before in her entire life and she even almost stopped breathing.

When she got closer to the Milky Way, she finally realized how vast it was. She was unsure whether the thing that was running in the Milky Way was the river water or something else. Her spiritual telepathy could not even enter Milky Way at all. She could not help but think that maybe she had encountered the legendary Milky Way which flowed past the Heaven Courtyard.

Then she looked around her and she spotted a strange scene. She saw an old man wearing a Daoist robe. She was unsure when this man appeared somewhere near her and he was holding a fishing rod which stretched over to the Milky Way. The fishing line dropped and floated with the waves.

Aroused by curiosity, she walked closer to the fishing line and she saw there was water coming out from the fishing line and she could actually see that beneath it was a star. She could even see everything in the secular mortal world.

“Is this star real?” Eleventh sister asked.

“Then are you real?” The old Daoist said without turning his head around.

“Of course I’m real.”

“Is there any proof?” The old Daoist said.

Eleventh sister turned her eyeballs and in her embrace was an illustration of a piano which was filled with animals on top of it. On the piano’s body, there were four words, the ‘Heritage Tune of the Great Saint’. When she softly waved the chords, there were countless of tunes coming out that flew towards the old Daoist. Then she said, “If you feel pain, it means I’m real.”

In the midst of speaking, she realized that the tunes which were supposed to move at the speed of light were actually flying slowly towards the old Daoist. Then, when the old Daoist opened up his sleeve and revealed a black hole, all the tunes got contained in the hole. Even she had felt a terrifying attracting force. If her Dao foundation was not firm, she might have flown inside too.

She seemed to have thought of something then she quickly said, “I’m Kunpeng Founding Master’s great-great-granddaughter, named Jing Shu. Is this supernatural power of yours the Technique of Having An Ace Up One’s Sleeve? Are you Zhen Yuanzi the Great Celestial?

Jing Shu could recognize the technique and then she immediately knew that she was not as capable. After all, this is the unique technique of the Wu Zhuang Temple, and the temple owner, Zhen Yuanzi’s supernatural power was comparable to her old ancestor. Besides, when the old Daoist showed his technique, it was clear that his supernatural power was way above hers. If the one right in front of her was Zhen Yuanzi, if she was indecisive in admitting defeat, ten of her could not even beat one finger of Zhen Yuanzi. That man was really one of the greatest persons who were formidable and renown. Even the Winning Buddha who was her role model was defeated in his hands.

The old Daoist smiled and said, “I’m not Zhen Yuanzi but I had been to the Wu Zhuang Temple in the past. I was granted a ginseng fruit using the title of Daoist Master Taiyi. Then I was being passed on the supernatural power of the Technique of Having An Ace Up One’s Sleeve. This technique’s entry level was too difficult and hence I simplified it countless times and I left it in my orthodoxy. I used to hope that my descendants would be able to restore the actual power of this Technique of Having An Ace Up One’s Sleeve. However, up until today, there’s still nobody that can do it.”

Jing Shu was relieved. Fortunately, it was not Zhen Yuanzi. Then she had a thought and said, “The reason why your disciples are disappointing because their intelligence is not good enough. My innate talent must be bearable for you. Why don’t you pass on the Technique of Having An Ace Up One’s Sleeve to me? Even the simplified version is fine.”

The old Daoist laughed and said, “Mini Kunpeng, you’re as greedy as your ancestor. But it’s fine if you want to learn the Technique of Having An Ace Up One’s Sleeve but under the condition that you have to do me a favor.”

Jing Shu said, “I’m not greedy. I don’t want to learn the Technique of Having An Ace Up One’s Sleeve anymore. You can try to find the others in your favor. I have something else to do, so I’d have to leave first.”

Upon finishing her sentence, she wanted to leave. She was not a fool. The Daoist’s words only revealed one thing which was the fact that he had already been waiting for her at this place long ago.

She would not be so foolish to fall for it.

Then, she transformed into a Suparna bird. When she flapped her wings softly and was about to leave. Immediately, she realized something was wrong. Why would the old Daoist appear in front of her when she was traveling in the opposite direction from the old Daoist? Moreover, his sitting position did not change at all, and his fishing rod was still stretched over the Milky Way.

Then, no matter how she attempted to wave her wings, she could not move anymore.

The old Daoist laughed and said, “Looks like although you said you don’t want to help me, your body is very honest. Here you are.”

Jing Shu said, “I admit defeat. So what do you want me to do?”

She was a gangster. Since she could not do anything about the old Daoist, why not just act hypocritically first?

The old Daoist said, “Here I have an Amitâbha scripture. You help me deliver this to the Asura Blood Sea in the Netherworld. When you arrive, you open up this scripture. At that moment, there’ll be someone who will come and guide you to a pagoda. There’ll be a monk in there, his name is Rama. You pass the scripture to him and please tell him that I want to meet Vishnu.”

Jing Shu said, “Vishnu was once defeated by Buddha and his whereabouts was unknown then. So what’s the relationship between Rama and Vishnu?”

“You indeed come from a family of scholars. You’re even clear about this kind of matters but you shouldn’t ask more about it. By looking at your background, not to mention about Rama, even Vishnu will not make things hard for you. All I ask is for you to deliver a message on my behalf then you can learn about Wu Zhuang Temple’s Technique of Having An Ace Up One’s Sleeve. Where can you get such a good deal?” The old Daoist said.

Jing Shu said, “Aren’t you afraid that I’d take the chance to run away to go back home together with your Amitâbha scripture when I’m on the way to deliver the letter?”

The old Daoist smiled without talking.