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After Pangu separated heaven and earth, the gods waged endless wars. The primordial saga of the Dragon (Cthulhu and other ancient beings), the Phoenix (flying hydra), the Lich Wars, the change of the Heavenly Court, and many other ancient tales remain vivid in memory. Today, the gods (ancient gods) and divine beasts (the ancient beings) of the Heavenly Court reside in the Celestial Realm (Dreamland), monitoring the Old Gods (Greater Gods) who were defeated in numerous divine wars and sealed on earth. Zhulong (Cthulhu) was defeated in the Dragon-Han War and subsequently sealed away along with his Dragon Palace in the Ruins of Return. The

*Seven Chapters of the Mysterious Lord's Secret Scripture* was written around the second century AD. The author is the ancient Chinese philosopher Xuanjun, whose real name is unknown. Later generations speculate that he was Ge Xuan, one of the Four Celestial Masters of Taoism, also known as the Taiji Immortal. It is said that his original title was *The Book of the Earth?* The oldest version of the *Seven Secret Scriptures* consists of seven volumes, each equivalent to a chapter, with varying contents. Each volume contains one or more incantations, but the original text has been lost. Some fragments were divided into many pages and included in the secret manuals of various cultivation sects in China. Some of these fragments were collected in the Shaolin Temple's library and compiled into the *Nine Yang Manual* by an unknown master.

Jueyuan, with swift steps, carried Zhang Junbao and Guo Xiang down the mountain. The monks shouted and chased after him, but the sound of chains dragging on the ground gradually faded into the distance. After chasing for seven or eight miles, the sound of chains could no longer be heard. The rules of Shaolin Temple are extremely strict. Since the head of the Bodhidharma Hall had ordered the capture of Zhang Junbao, the monks, though unable to catch him, still gave chase with great effort.

As time passed, the monks' speed and agility became apparent, with those less skilled in lightness techniques gradually falling behind. As night fell, only five senior disciples remained of the leader. Several more paths appeared before them, and they had no idea

where Jueyuan had fled. Even if they caught up now, the five monks alone were no match for Jueyuan and Zhang Junbao. Dejected, they had no choice but to return to the temple to report. Jueyuan carried two men on a shoulder pole and ran for dozens of miles before stopping, finding himself in a deep mountain. Dusk was falling, and crows were flying in flocks. Although Jueyuan possessed great inner strength, this desperate rush had exhausted him, and he was too weak to unload the iron buckets from his shoulders. Zhang Junbao and Guo Xiang leaped out of the buckets, each lifting one and setting it down from his shoulders. Zhang Junbao said, "Master, rest a bit. I'll go find some food." But all around were knee-high grasses; in this desolate mountain wilderness, there was hardly anything to eat. Zhang Junbao spent half a day gathering only a large handful of strawberries. The three ate them haphazardly and rested against a rock. Guo Xiang said, "Great monk, I think those monks at Shaolin Temple, except for you and Zen Master Wuse, are all a bit strange." Jueyuan grunted but didn't reply. Guo Xiang continued, "That Kunlun Three Saints He Zudao came to Shaolin Temple, and no one in the temple could defeat him. It was only thanks to you and your disciple that Shaolin Temple's reputation was preserved. Instead of thanking you, they viciously tried to capture Brother Zhang. This inability to distinguish right from wrong is truly unreasonable." Jueyuan sighed and said, "This matter cannot be blamed on the abbot and Senior Brother Wuxiang. Shaolin Temple has a rule..." At this point, he couldn't catch his breath and coughed incessantly.

Guo Xiang gently patted his back and said, "You're tired. Sleep for a while, and we can talk about it tomorrow." Jueyuan sighed and said, "Yes, I'm really tired too." Zhang Junbao gathered some dry firewood, started a fire, and dried Guo Xiang's and his own clothes. The three of them then slept under a big tree.

Guo Xiang woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of Jueyuan muttering to himself, as if chanting scriptures. She heard him recite: "...His strength barely touches my skin, yet my will has penetrated his very bones. Supporting with both hands, the energy flows freely.

If the left is heavy, the left is empty, and the right is gone; if the right is heavy, the right is empty, and the left is gone..." Guo Xiang's heart skipped a beat: "He's not reciting some Buddhist scripture about 'emptiness is form, form is emptiness.' This 'left heavy, left empty, right heavy, right empty' thing sounds more like a martial arts manual."

He paused, then continued: "...Those who yearn for the Dao..." "Those who follow the Way are immersed in it, knowing what they know, yet not knowing the Way itself. I have often heard that it is not people who diligently seek knowledge, but rather those who know who diligently seek others. However, I know this is erroneous. Those who know do not seek others, but rather go out and chase after others. Their ruthlessness and cruelty are like hawks and hounds chasing rabbits. Heavy clouds cover the sky, the rivers and lakes are gloomy, and the fish are lost. Suddenly,

they see a bright spot on the water and feel a movement of food, as if blessed by heaven, and immediately go for it, only to be caught and killed. The same is true for those who pursue the Way. For those who see carvings become more enlightened and more hurt, those who hear symphonies become more intelligent and more hurt, and those who think profoundly become more heartbroken." Guo Xiang only felt that it contained the Way of martial arts, but it was also like countless ramblings. His words pierced her heart like a needle, stirring up a jumble of thoughts within her. She thought to herself, "This great monk knows absolutely no martial arts; he's just obsessed with books, treating everything written in them as gospel. Years ago, when I first met him atop Mount Hua, he told me that Bodhidharma had written a Nine Yang Manual between the lines of his own copy of the Lankavatara Sutra. He thought it was a method for strengthening the body and practiced it accordingly. Without any instruction from others, he and his disciple unknowingly reached the level of top-tier martial arts masters.

That day, when Xiao Xiangzi struck him..." He withstood the attack, yet inflicted serious injury on Xiao Xiangzi. Such divine skill was something even his father and elder brother might not possess. Today, the two of them forced He Zudao to retreat quietly, which must also be attributed to the power of this Nine Yang Manual. Could the scripture he was muttering be this very scripture? Thinking of this, fearing she might distract Jueyuan's thoughts, she quietly sat up, listened to the text, and silently memorized it, thinking to herself, "If what he is reciting is indeed the Nine Yang Manual, its mysteries are profound and subtle, and cannot be understood in a short time. I will remember it and ask him for guidance tomorrow." She then heard him recite:

"...The Immortal Sand Resurrection Talisman, with its single burst of fire, can burn all things; when things perish, where does the fire remain? The Dao of a single breath can obscure all things; when things perish, where does the Dao go? A dung beetle rolls a ball; once the ball is formed, it contemplates it deeply, and a white, wriggling creature remains within. Suddenly, it sheds its shell and becomes a cicada. The dung beetle does not think; why is the wriggling creature white? A cook makes crab soup, leaving a leg on the table; the crab is cooked, but the leg still moves. Life and death are merely the gathering and dispersing of one breath. Neither born nor dead, yet people arbitrarily define life and death. Some die standing, some die sitting, some die lying down, and so on." Those who die from disease, and those who receive a cure for death. Death is inevitable, there is no difference between A and B. Those who understand the truth do not see life, therefore they do not see death. Those who abhor or seek to transcend life and death are all greatly afflicted. For example, if a transformed person has a heart that abhors or seeks to transcend life and death, they are merely a demon, not a follower of the Way. Those who contemplate life and death may say that death is something they already possess, or that death is something they no longer possess, or that death is both something and nothing, or that death is neither something nor nothing. Some say they should rejoice, some say they should fear, some say they should accept, or some say they should transcend. The more they change their understanding and emotions... "They galloped on without end. Little did they know that my life and death were like the hand of a horse, the wing of an ox, originally nonexistent, and ultimately nonexistent..." Upon hearing this, Guo Xiang couldn't help but shake her head, thinking to herself, "No, no, how can a mortal body not die? And how can a dead person be resurrected? Absurd, absurd! This is not martial arts, it's utter nonsense!" Then she heard Jueyuan recite again, "...The Flesh Fungus Longevity Scroll, when consumed, grants longevity and extends the form; in the night without moonlight or fire, when people cannot see me, my form can be concealed." "Do you wish to know? Do you wish to do it? In this world, some live for a day and die, some live for ten years and die, some live for a hundred years and die. Those who have not died, though they move and show intelligence, are merely called alive, not dead. Those still in the womb, those still in the egg, are both people and things; though heaven and earth are vast, they are certainly unaware. Those who consider heaven and earth are all within my own perception. It is like a hand not touching a blade, the blade cannot harm a person. My way is like a sword; if you use the blade to cut something, it is sharp; if you hold the blade with your hand, it will hurt you…" Guo Xiang became more and more confused as she listened, thinking:

"What nonsense is this great monk spouting? Is he saying that people can manipulate corpses?" In that moment of hesitation, Jueyuan's words slipped by, and she seemed not to hear them. Under the moonlight, she suddenly saw Zhang Junbao sitting cross-legged, his eyes becoming increasingly strange, his pupils faintly turning red. Guo Xiang thought to herself, "Whether what he says is right or wrong, I'll just remember it. I witnessed the great monk injuring Xiao Xiangzi and driving He Zudao away. The martial arts methods he spoke of must have some merit." So she diligently memorized them.

Jueyuan recited them casually, intermittently, sometimes interspersed with passages from the Lankavatara Sutra, mentioning the Buddha preaching on Lankavatara Island. As Guo Xiang listened, she felt as if countless strange insects were chirping in her head, her mind becoming increasingly confused, and her longing for Yang Guo, the Condor Hero, grew stronger, as if he had already left the Ancient Tomb and Xiaolongnu to find her. The moon slanted westward, the shadows grew longer, and Jueyuan's chanting gradually deepened, his words becoming somewhat indistinct. Guo Xiang shook her head vigorously, sensing that the scriptures she was hearing might be harmful to her, and hurriedly advised, "Great monk, you've been tired all day, sleep a little longer."

Jueyuan, however, seemed not to hear her and continued reciting: "...The 'Seizing Demons and Binding Ghosts' talisman states that those who use the 'po' (魄, the spirit) to subdue the 'hun' (魂, the soul) are like metal, where wood is insufficient; sages who use the 'hun' (魂, the soul) to guide the 'po' are like wood, where metal is insufficient. For the 'po' is stored within the 'hun,' and the 'hun's' wandering is due to the 'po.' Those who see without discrimination or analysis, who distinguish and analyze, calling it 'heaven and earth,' are the 'hun's' habitual attachment. Those who dream without discrimination or analysis, who distinguish and analyze, calling it 'other and self,' are the 'po's' habitual attachment. Fire generates earth, thus the spirit generates life; earth generates metal, thus intention generates the 'po.'"

What moves the spirit is not called spirit, but intention; what moves the intention is not called intention, but soul. Only the sage knows that he is without self, and that things are without things, all arising from thought and calculation. Therefore, when all things come, I respond with nature, not with mind. Nature is when the mind has not yet arisen; without mind, there is no intention. For without fire, there is no earth; without intention, there is no soul. For without earth, there is no metal. If one is not present, all five are useless. Having integrated all things in heaven and earth as the soul, one can also integrate all things in heaven and earth as the soul. All the wonders of creation are my soul, all that creation possesses is my soul; then nothing can enslave me. Human power can seize the creation of heaven and earth, such as thunder in winter, ice in summer, corpses walking, withered trees blooming, ghosts hidden in beans, fish in cups, painted doors opening, and earth spirits speaking. Having integrated all things in heaven and earth as the soul, one can also integrate all things in heaven and earth as the soul. All the wonders of creation are my soul, all that creation possesses is my spirit; therefore, nothing can enslave me. A heart clouded by good or bad fortune is seized by spirits; a heart clouded by lust is seized by lewd spirits; a heart clouded by melancholy is seized by vengeful spirits; a heart clouded by indulgence is seized by mad spirits; a heart clouded by oaths and curses is seized by strange spirits; a heart clouded by medicines and elixirs is seized by material spirits. They use their essence, this one uses its essence; when the two essences clash, the spirits respond. Those seized by spirits may understand strange events, unusual events, or auspicious events, and they are proud. They do not speak of spirits, but of the Way; after a long time, they may become dead wood, dead metal, dead rope, or dead well. Only the sage can be divine yet not divine, commanding all things while grasping their mechanisms, able to unite, disperse, and control them, responding daily to all things, his heart serene…” His voice grew increasingly eerie as he recited, like an indescribable whisper.

Guo Xiang felt an unbearable urge, her heart pounding wildly, a surge of heat spreading from her lower abdomen. Involuntarily, she reached down to caress her breasts beneath her red dress, her other hand hesitating before slipping under her skirt to touch the bulge in her crotch. After only a few rubs, she felt an intense, painful swelling. No longer suppressing her desire, she began to let out cries of lust, a mixture of pleasure and pain. She was still incredulous at her shameless actions, yet felt she should obey her heart. The pleasure in her groin caused her young body to convulse, her long, beautiful legs rubbing together violently, her slender feet in bright red brocade boots kicking and pounding, desperately trying to release the burning desire within her.

At that moment, Guo Xiang seemed to see Yang Guo unbuttoning her red dress, but she made no attempt to stop him, only hoping he would take her body as soon as possible. There, when she saw Xiaolongnu, dressed in white like a fairy descending to earth, standing shoulder to shoulder with Yang Guo, she felt ashamed of herself. But deep down, she wondered what their future would have been like if she had stopped Yang Guo from going into the pool. If she had given herself to him sooner, would he have been irresponsible? This thought had initially flashed through her mind, and she even felt ashamed of having such a thought, but now it was magnified a thousandfold. Yang Guo unbuttoned her top, undid her inner garment with one hand, and quickly untied the sash around her waist with the other, letting out a beast-like roar:

"Miss Guo... I'm sorry, but I beg for your body... Junbao will never betray you in this life..." And pressing down on Guo Xiang was the simple-minded young man Zhang Junbao. He was now burning with lust, and under the endless murmurs of his master Jueyuan, he only felt that the girl before him was so alluring. All his morality had been thrown to the back of his mind; he only wanted to possess her. He clumsily tore open Guo Xiang's white undergarment, revealing the two bulging mounds beneath her red bodice. Her trousers and underpants were already pulled down, and his monstrous penis was erect! The skirt sash was untied, the red dress was dragged to her feet, and his lecherous hand began to undo the waistband of her white silk trousers. How could a hand strong enough to shatter stone be hindered by mere trousers? In just a few rips, the waistband was torn open, and his rough hand directly probed into Guo Xiang's crotch, kneading.

"Big brother, please hurry and take Xiang'er..." Guo Xiang could no longer distinguish who the man before her was. She tightly embraced Zhang Junbao's head, hoping his penis would quickly penetrate her secret place, where her love juices were already gushing out, spraying all over Zhang Junbao's hands.

"You wicked creature, stop now—" Suddenly, a thunderous roar came from behind the tree. It was the Shaolin Vajra Lion's Roar, powerful enough to subdue demons. Zhang Junbao and Guo Xiang were jolted awake by the force of the blow. Guo Xiang, seeing that the man on top of her was not Yang Guo, was filled with shame and rage. She suddenly struck Zhang Junbao's forehead with both palms, and at the same time, she thrust her knee into his groin.

"Ah—" Zhang Junbao screamed and flew backward. Although his vital points were severely injured, he was not seriously wounded, but his profound internal strength made him feel ashamed of the heinous act he had committed. At this moment, an old monk emerged from behind the tree—Master Wuse.

"Jueyuan, stop chanting the sutra immediately! You are chanting evil sutras! Stop now! You will kill your disciple and Lady Guo!" Wuse's forehead veins bulged, and his face was ferocious. Clearly, the sutra he had just heard had greatly affected him. However, Jueyuan ignored the Lion's Roar and continued chanting loudly.

"Ahhh—" Zhang Junbao, initially filled with shame and wishing he could commit suicide to atone for his sins, was once again overcome by lust upon hearing the intoxicating, melancholic, and mournful murmurs. He lunged at Guo Xiang in a frenzy. Guo Xiang's mind was also in chaos, but she maintained a sliver of clarity and kicked Zhang Junbao with all her might. However, he hooked her ankle and grabbed it. She tried to kick again, but he grabbed her again. Zhang Junbao ripped off her two red boots with both hands, and before her two slender feet clad in white socks could retract, he grabbed her delicate ankles again. Guo Xiang struggled desperately, but his thumb pressed against her Yongquan acupoint on the sole of her foot, instantly causing her legs to go numb. Zhang Junbao pressed on, trapping her feet with one arm and tearing her underpants apart with the other. Her thick pubic hair and engorged, pink nipples were constantly oozing white fluid. At this moment, how could he possibly restrain himself?

"The Taiyin corpse-dissolving and molting clay figurines are formed, some noble and some lowly, some men and some women. Their material is earth, their soil is soil, are they not human? A withered tortoise, devoid of self, can see great knowledge; a lodestone, devoid of self, can see great strength; a bell and drum, devoid of self, can see great sound; a boat and carriage, devoid of self, can see long journeys. Therefore, though I possess wisdom, strength, movement, and sound, I have never truly possessed self. Like a drumstick striking a drum, the form of the drum is my possession; the sound of the drum is my perception. The drumstick is gone, but the lingering sound remains." Ultimately, it will cease to exist.

The form of the drum is like my essence, the sound of the drum like my spirit. The remaining sounds are like my soul and spirit, knowing that they come and go in an instant. Then, what do I possess of the five elements? Then all things in heaven and earth are my essence, my spirit, my soul, my spirit. What dies, what lives? The blue phoenix transforms every thousand years, the peach undergoes five transformations in its heart. The farmer who practices with oxen becomes fierce, the hunter who practices with tigers becomes brave, the fisherman who practices with water becomes deep, the warrior who practices with horses becomes strong. All things can be me, one of me. My body, internally infested with pinworms and externally with lice and fleas, lumps with turtles and fish, fistulas with rats and ants—I can become all things. Even a shadow can kill me; knowing that the ignorant are also me, then under the vast heaven, I am everywhere. Heaven and earth, though vast, have color and form, number and shape. I possess something beyond color and form, beyond number and shape, yet I exist within heaven and earth. Water can be separated and combined, but its essence is not human; fire is fueled by oil and fuel, but it is not me. Because essence is not human, rice, when husked, retains its essence; because spirit is not me, ghosts rely on it. "Things reveal their spirit. Those who are fully refined forget right and wrong, gain and loss; what is here is not that. Those who embrace the spirit experience moments of darkness and light, moments of strength and weakness; what is there is not this. They have no fixed abode within themselves; forms and objects manifest themselves naturally. Their movement is like water, their stillness like a mirror, their response like an echo. Vague as if vanished, silent as if clear, those who are in harmony with others are in harmony, those who gain from others lose. They have never been ahead of others, but have always followed others." The strange scriptures uttered by Jueyuan continuously drilled into Wuse's ears, making even his Buddhist concentration increasingly difficult to maintain.

"You demonic monk, shut up!" Wuse's eyes were bloodshot, his face filled with murderous intent; there was no trace of compassion left. His palms, like thunderbolts, unleashed the Vajra Prajna Palm, striking Jueyuan's bald head with more than twice the force of usual! However, the expected brain splattering did not occur. His palms struck as if hitting a piece of refined steel; the powerful recoil forced Wuse's hands to go numb, and he staggered back several steps.

"Damn it, how can you be so strong? Die, die, die—" Wuse was filled with shame and jealousy. As the head of the Arhat Hall, he knew his martial arts were inferior when He Zudao stormed the temple, but now this Jueyuan, who knew nothing of martial arts, could repel him with just his internal energy. How could there be such a huge difference between two people? The incantations Jueyuan chanted drove Wuse even more insane. He attacked faster and harder, using Vajra Palm, Vajra Fist, One-Finger Zen, and all seventy-two unique skills of the Doro Leaf Finger technique on Jueyuan. But the result was that Wuse's hands were in excruciating pain, and his finger bones were even shattered by the force of the recoil. His rebukes turned into curses, and all sorts of filthy insults spewed from his mouth, which used to preach. When his hands were crippled, he kicked with his feet. When his feet hurt so much that he couldn't kick anymore, he rammed his head against the wall. When he could hear the sound of bones cracking, he bit with his teeth. Even when his last few old teeth broke, he still couldn't hurt Jueyuan in the slightest.

"Ahhh—" Guo Xiang let out the most pitiful cry of her life. Zhang Junbao's penis pierced deep into her pure peach-like vulva, and with that single thrust, the blood of her virginity flowed onto the ground. That shameful moment was forever etched in her heart, but then, the boundless pleasure spread throughout her body with the contraction and expansion of his penis. Her cries of pain transformed into moans of lust, and Zhang Junbao opened his mouth and bit one of her slender feet, still clad in white socks. His teeth pierced the socks and the soft skin of her jade-like feet, enjoying the fragrance of the girl's feet and her blood.

Zhang Junbao thrust his penis vigorously and powerfully, its ever-expanding size giving the girl beneath him endless pleasure, driving her to the point of uncontrollable excitement. It was as if a lustful snake had devoured her innocent youth. Her narrow vagina was constantly widened and squeezed by the thick lustful snake, until she gasped for breath, even the pain in her feet turning into pleasure. One leg was still tightly held in Zhang Junbao's mouth, while her other jade-like leg was wrapped tightly around his waist, writhing desperately, wishing his penis could penetrate deeper into her body and bring her greater pleasure.

After countless thrusts, Guo Xiang felt a surge of hot heat shoot straight into her flower, causing her lower abdomen to swell slightly. This blissful climax completely intoxicated her. She felt the sperm searching for her egg in her flower, preparing to combine and create a new life.

To nurture a new life! Guo Xiang gazed at the star-studded sky, and in the depths of the sky seemed to be an infinite darkness. In the darkness, a towering tree was swaying its countless tentacle-like branches, looking down at her. At that moment, her spirit merged with the tree, and she learned the tree's true name! She was moved to tears, and she understood how great the true God was. The true God, through her magnificent womb, united with countless living beings in the universe, giving birth to countless divine children, divine beings, and other forms of life, creating countless hopes for this universe. She felt immensely proud to be a follower of this great deity, spreading her teachings!

I want to have children! I want to have many, many more children, so that they may understand the greatness of the deity, and so that they may have even more children to sing praises of the deity's immortality! At this moment, Guo Xiang's spirit was completely sublimated!

Amidst endless babbling, Wuse completely descended into madness, stripping off all his clothes and joining the battle between the two. His erect penis, undiminished by age, thrust in and out of the holes that could be penetrated by the young man and woman. The three embraced, biting, thrusting, and screaming, while the skin on Jueyuan's body flickered with strange characters. The skin slowly peeled off his body, leaving Jueyuan's fleshy body without skin, still chanting scriptures. When the three awoke after a whole night, they were all naked, each holding a large piece of human skin branded with countless incomprehensible characters. Jueyuan was nowhere to be found.

After exchanging glances, the three seemed to tacitly put away the human skin, donned their torn clothes, and went their separate ways, as if that crazy night had never happened in the forest.

A year later, Guo Xiang and Zhang Junbao each founded their own sects in Emei and Wudang, while Master Wuse returned to his temple to cultivate in seclusion and no longer concerned himself with worldly affairs. Another year later, Guo Xiang visited Guiyuan Manor and met Lu Guanying, the manor lord, who had a deep connection with her sect. It is said that she also gave him and his wife a handwritten copy. As a result, within three days, the two men seemed to have undergone a drastic change in temperament. They entrusted their only son, Lu Jiying, to Guo Xiang to become her disciple and began a large-scale construction project in the manor, building a tall and magnificent temple to worship Guanyin Bodhisattva of the South Sea. A gossipy farmhand, after drinking, chatted with some friends, saying he found the Guanyin statue's face eerie and sinister, frightening. He also heard from the temple cleaners that there seemed to be another strange deity behind the Guanyin, though it was indistinct. A day later, this farmhand was found dead in a cesspool, his mouth and nose filled with excrement—he had fallen in while drunk and died. His friends, who had been chatting with him, also perished within days for various reasons, either in house fires or by falling into wells.

Two years later, the Mongol Yuan dynasty amassed a million-strong army to besiege Xiangyang. Kublai Khan's newly appointed Imperial Preceptor, the Tibetan monk Phagpa, also marched south with his disciples. The Northern Hero Guo Jing issued a call to arms, summoning heroes from all over the land to Xiangyang to resist the Yuan. Heroes from all corners of the land obeyed and rushed to Xiangyang.

[The End]

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