lovenovelstory #456 - The Dharma is passed down by Zhou Chuan
#456 - The Dharma is passed down by Zhou Chuan
Chapter 453: Passing on the Dharma, Zhou Chuan
Curses aside, everyone had no time to settle accounts with Zhang Chen; they had to get through the immediate crisis first.
After all, the Inspection Department's 50,000 elite troops were not to be trifled with. Despite the presence of 100,000 demon soldiers here, they still wouldn't gain an advantage against the Inspection Department's army.
The Inspection Department's 50,000 soldiers were all clad in iron armor, completely covered from head to toe, and armed with sharp blades. The demon army, relying solely on claws and fangs, found it truly difficult to cope with such an elite force.
A great battle was unavoidable; everyone could only fight and kill to carve out a bright future, to carve out a path to survival.
However, all of this had nothing to do with Zhang Chen. Watching the heavy rain outside the teahouse, Zhang Chen listlessly counted the raindrops falling outside the door.
Little did he know that the struggle at Tianchi Lake was gradually drawing to a close.
As the battles concluded, the dragon's head was actually devoured by the Gambling Fox, Tu Shanqing. Then, the scoundrel used some unknown method to disappear into the lake without a trace.
Zhou Chuan was in a rather wretched state, with several severe wounds on his body. His internal organs kept spilling out from the wounds, only to be shoved back in by Zhou Chuan.
Behind Zhou Chuan, there were two figures, one black and one white, chasing after him, hurling vulgar insults that made Zhou Chuan's blood boil.
Inside the teahouse,
As dusk approached, a figure broke the tranquility of the rain curtain, appearing on the long street with an oil-paper umbrella.
Zhang Chen saw the newcomer, and the newcomer also saw Zhang Chen.
Zhou Chuan, holding an oil-paper umbrella and carrying two packages on his back, came to the teahouse and sat opposite Zhang Chen.
"How did you find me?"
Zhang Chen looked at Zhou Chuan sitting across from him, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. But when his gaze fell on the injuries on Zhou Chuan's chest, his pupils couldn't help but contract. The wound on his chest was ferocious, and with each breath, his liver seemed to be faintly visible.
However, Zhang Chen felt that Zhou Chuan's vitality had not weakened, seemingly unaffected by the injuries. In his perception, he only felt that the other party's blood and Qi were vast and vigorous, like a sun that could destroy the world if it erupted. Although the other party was injured, he was like a wounded lion, extremely dangerous at this moment.
His mind was constantly warning him that the person in front of him was extremely dangerous.
But Zhang Chen suppressed his spiritual sense, because he knew that the mind's warning was just instinct. With the methods he now possessed, Zhou Chuan couldn't kill him.
Moreover, he understood Zhou Chuan's character to some extent; the other party was definitely not the type to kill innocent people indiscriminately.
So Zhang Chen sat in front of Zhou Chuan and poured him a cup of tea.
"Are you going to die?" Zhang Chen asked.
"No! It's just a bit troublesome!" Zhou Chuan put the packages on the ground and replied nonchalantly.
"Waiter, bring a grill!" Zhou Chuan shouted towards the door.
Although this was a teahouse, the waiter still respectfully brought a grill, placed the charcoal fire properly, and then retreated respectfully.
Zhou Chuan took out a piece of meat from the package, as white as fatty meat, but not quite the same as roasted fatty meat. As the charcoal fire roasted it, a strange aroma spread.
Then, Zhou Chuan took out a knife, sliced the roasted meat, and sent a piece to Zhang Chen with the knife.
Zhang Chen lowered his head and took a bite of the roasted meat, only to feel a lingering fragrance between his lips and teeth. The roasted meat had a very unique aroma, a fragrance that seemed to reverberate in one's internal organs for a long time.
Zhang Chen felt that the taste of the roasted meat in his hand was a bit strange, not quite the same as the roasted meat he had eaten before. As the roasted meat entered his stomach, there was a trace of inexplicable reaction in his body, but it was instantly assimilated and suppressed by his magic power.
"This meat contains mysterious power…" Zhang Chen thought.
"How's the taste of this dragon meat?" Zhou Chuan asked.
"Is it actually dragon meat?" Zhang Chen paused, stopped eating the meat, stared at the roasted meat in his hand for a moment, then shifted his gaze from the roasted meat and looked at Zhou Chuan: "I have a question. Zhang Shicheng was a human before, but after transforming into a dragon, is he still considered human? Are we considered to be eating human flesh now?"
Zhou Chuan's mouth twitched, and he cursed with a sullen face: "Spoilsport! Are you going to eat it or not? If not, put it down!"
Zhang Chen chuckled, then lowered his head and began to devour it. Even if Zhang Shicheng was human, was he not allowed to eat it? What was the difference between the Pingbian Royal Mansion's actions towards him and eating meat and drinking blood?
The meal was satisfying, but Zhang Chen's eyes occasionally fell on Zhou Chuan's abdomen, watching the internal organs that kept popping out being casually pressed back in by the other party, and he felt terrified and his scalp tingled.
Then Zhou Chuan removed the charcoal fire and opened the package next to him, which contained various colors of meat shimmering with strange luster.
Zhou Chuan said triumphantly: "Dragon liver! Dragon heart! I've brought them all, leaving a portion for you. These things are great tonics. Eating them can help people wash their marrow, cleanse their tendons, and change their bones."
As he spoke, Zhou Chuan picked up a knife and began to divide the internal organs into two portions, wrapping one portion and leaving it for Zhang Chen, and keeping the other portion for himself.
Then Zhou Chuan opened another package, which actually contained two dragon horns. Of course, these two dragon horns were only a part of a complete dragon horn.
The two dragon horns were two meters long, as white as mutton-fat jade, with innate patterns flowing within.
"There were too many people vying for the dragon horns. I've already exhausted all my strength to snatch two of them. Whether these dragon horns are used to forge weapons or ground and swallowed to transform one's bones, they are supreme divine objects. As for the dragon pearl… I'm too slow, I couldn't catch up at all!" Zhou Chuan babbled, handing one section of the dragon horn to Zhang Chen: "Here, take it!"
"This item is too precious, I can't accept it!" Zhang Chen subconsciously refused.
"Why be so polite between us?" Zhou Chuan said: "Unless you don't consider me, Zhou, as your brother."
Zhang Chen looked at Zhou Chuan's face full of vicissitudes. Considering the other party's age, he was old enough to be his grandfather. What brother nonsense.
Since Zhou Chuan had said so, Zhang Chen naturally had no reason to refuse. Then he took the dragon horn in his hand. The dragon horn was very thick, as thick as an adult's waist, and felt like holding a piece of jade in his hand.
"That's right!" Zhou Chuan showed a satisfied smile on his face when he saw Zhang Chen accepting the dragon horn.
Zhang Chen directly opened the Ba Snake space and swallowed all the items, which stunned Zhou Chuan opposite him: "This divine power is good. Traveling the world in the future will be easy!"
"It can only hold mysterious objects." Zhang Chen shook his head; he didn't think this skill was very convenient.
"Your arrival today is just right. I have a set of secret formulas to impart to you," Zhang Chen said.
"What secret formulas?" Zhou Chuan became interested.
"The subsequent formulas for martial arts, containing the measurement and activation methods for 1,226 acupoints, as well as the subsequent methods for the Dharmic Appearance Golden Body, which can teach you to refine an indestructible golden body. This is the subsequent cultivation technique for martial arts. Today, by chance, I will impart it to you," Zhang Chen said.
Zhou Chuan was shocked, and the Qi in his body fluctuated violently, turning the table in front of him into powder. But that Qi was instantly restrained by him, otherwise the entire small building would have been reduced to ashes.
"Are you serious? Are you not teasing me? The road of martial arts has long been cut off, where would there be subsequent cultivation techniques?" Zhou Chuan widened his eyes, looking at Zhang Chen with a burning gaze, his eyes full of heat.
Zhang Chen smiled when he heard this and began to explain a martial arts cultivation technique he had once obtained. Zhou Chuan listened carefully, not daring to miss half a detail. Zhang Chen spoke for a full two hours, while manipulating the water flow in the air to deduce martial arts diagrams. After finishing his narration, he brewed a pot of tea and slowly drank it.
At this time, Zhou Chuan's eyes were tightly closed, and the acupoints all over his body were constantly vibrating, emitting tiny specks of light, like shining stars, containing mysterious power.
Even Zhou Chuan's skin was gradually stained with a layer of golden yellow, and the originally cracked wounds were wriggling frantically, and had healed in a moment.
After a full two hours, the Qi around Zhou Chuan subsided, and he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes pure and flawless, as if they were an infant's eyes.
Zhang Chen noticed the difference in Zhou Chuan in front of him. If it was before, when someone approached Zhou Chuan, they could feel the terrifying power contained in his body, then now all traces of power in Zhou Chuan's body had disappeared, as if an ordinary middle-aged uncle was sitting there.
Zhou Chuan looked at Zhang Chen, his lips moved, and after a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief: "I took the wrong path before."
"Hmm?" Zhang Chen drawled.
"But fortunately, I corrected it again." Zhou Chuan said here, picked up the tea and took a sip: "This time, I owe you a big favor. Even if I give you this life, I can't repay the kindness of imparting the Dharma."
After speaking, without waiting for Zhang Chen to react, Zhou Chuan had already knelt on the ground, kowtowing to Zhang Chen, his forehead knocking against the floorboards.
"Brother Zhou, what are you doing?" Zhang Chen quickly helped Zhou Chuan up.
"This is the kindness of imparting the Dharma. Even if I cut off my head for you, it would be right. What I respect is not only your selfless heart, but also the righteous Dharma you impart. In this life, Zhou Chuan has seen the righteous Dharma, and can see the light from the broken path of martial arts, and has no regrets in death!" Zhou Chuan's voice contained a trace of sobbing.
Zhang Chen was speechless, and was about to help Zhou Chuan up when his movements suddenly paused. The next moment, he and Zhou Chuan looked out the window together, and saw in the heavy rain outside the window, two figures, one black and one white, had appeared at some point. They were standing on the street, looking at the two people's actions through the window.
The eyes of the two figures, one black and one white, were full of astonishment and incomprehension, wondering why Zhou Chuan, the number one martial artist, would actually kneel down to someone.
"They seem to be ill-intentioned," Zhang Chen asked.
Zhou Chuan got up, a serious look on his face: "The Black and White Elders of the Gong family control the ninth-order Strange Wind. One's wind blows away people's souls, and the other's wind makes people lose their minds. These two are one of the pillars of the Gong family and have been chasing me for more than two years."