Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 213 The Opportunity to Ascend

Ze Zhishan traversed the complex terrain of Moju Mountain, stepping on the black blade.

Thinking about what had just happened, he still felt nauseous.

After escaping through the crack in the gate, having flown, he quickly arrived at Moju Temple. However, he hesitated and lingered before the temple gate.

Ze Zhishan was an orphan, so his surname was Mo, the Mo of the Mo Clan. When he was three years old, his master pointed to a folding fan and casually named him Paper Fan. From that day on, he was called Mo Paper Fan.

His master was very strict with him, but Mozhishan never complained. An orphan like himself would have died somewhere long ago without his master. His master provided him with food and drink and taught him cultivation, so of course he had to do everything in his power to succeed.

Moreover, Master is so strict, not for his own sake, but so that the ink, paper, and fan can achieve immortality and attain godhood. That's what Master said.

Before I went down the mountain to gain experience, my master said the harshest thing he had ever said to me since I was a child: "If you cannot complete your cultivation, never come back."

Mo Zhishan felt that his master was saying this on purpose because he was afraid that she would back down when she encountered difficulties.

After all, Master had said before that Moju Temple is your home, and you can come back anytime.

Mozhishan is a man of ambition; how could he possibly give up halfway and come back crying?

He soon found a suitable soulmate, Lin Fugui, and, catering to his tastes, moved into his home.

The name Mo Zhishan was too distinctive, so he changed his name to Ze Zhishan. Moreover, Mo Zhishan dressed as a man and always wore a mask. Lin Fugui's "favored concubine" taught Ze Zhishan how to do makeup, and from then on, no one would discover that she and Mo Zhishan were actually the same person.

The incense offerings were nearly complete, and the merit was almost fulfilled. At this moment, Senior Brother Lin interrupted everything.

However, Mo Zhi Shan no longer blames Senior Brother Lin, since things had gone too smoothly before.

Master said that completing the trials would grant immortality and lead to becoming an immortal. But becoming an immortal is no easy feat. None of my fellow disciples who went out to trials returned successfully. They left carrying away the craftsmen and bodhisattvas, never to return.

Mozhishan firmly believed that he would succeed, but this success would inevitably be fraught with setbacks.

Now he has to return to Moju Temple because his Bodhisattva has been killed. He is willing to accept any punishment his master may give him, he only begs his master to give him another chance, for which he is willing to pay any price.

However, when they arrived at the mountain gate, Mozhishan was still discouraged.

"I shouldn't have left Senior Brother Lin here alone." Mo Zhishan stretched out her delicate white hand and murmured to herself. If he were here holding her hand, she would have had the courage.

He was like a child who had made a mistake and was afraid to go home, hesitating in front of the temple gate.

At that moment, that lewd creature appeared.

He was quite tall with regular features, but his face was full of lewdness and slovenliness. He was hunched over and had a sly look on his face.

Master had said that if boys frequently masturbated like that, they would degenerate into such a state. The thought sent chills down Mo Zhishan's spine. After all, his masturbation method was different from that of ordinary boys, so he found their actions truly filthy.

Incidentally, this lewd creature had been following Senior Brother Lin, but Mo Zhishan didn't even bother to give him a second glance.

This lewd thing lunged at me the moment it saw me.

Mo Zhishan hurriedly dodged. He was about to grab his black knife, his eyes filled with boundless greed.

"My canine tooth, my canine tooth!"

He pounced on him like that.

Even when Mo Zhishan shouted to stop him, even when he used his black knife and fan to cut several wounds on his body, it did nothing to stop his fanaticism.

Blocked from descending the mountain, Mozhi Shan had no choice but to fly headlong into Moju Temple. He still didn't dare to go to his master, so he wandered aimlessly through the complex corridors. Until he saw a familiar figure.

"Brother!"

"Senior Brother Li!"

Mo Zhishan excitedly followed and shouted, but the other party seemed not to hear him at all and ran straight in one direction.

He carried a large wooden box on his back, like a scholar's satchel, but much larger. A small figure like an inkstone fan could even be stuffed inside.

Actually, Senior Brother Li could have been squeezed in himself. I don't know why, but all of the disciples of Mo Zhishan are petite. However, Senior Brother Li is an ordinary-looking man and does not have the delicate and handsome appearance of Mo Zhishan.

Mo Zhishan wondered why the other party was ignoring him. Could something have happened at Mojusi Temple?

He circled his head around his neck and looked around, but there was nothing unusual. Suddenly, he realized, "Damn it, I forgot that this invisibility is a personal supernatural ability. Only Senior Brother Lin can see me."

However, he quickly overlooked this detail, as he was thinking about something more important.

Senior Brother Li is back!

Does this mean he has already achieved perfect merit? The one he is carrying on his back must be his master craftsman Bodhisattva.

Senior Brother Li is about to attain immortality! In all this time, Mozhishan has never seen any senior brother or sister succeed.

This exciting idea made her put aside all her concerns and decide to go with Senior Brother Li to take a look.

"What is it like to attain immortality? The three flowers gather at the top of the head, and one ascends to heaven. Even just seeing it once would be wonderful. Master would be very happy, after all, Master himself gave up the opportunity to attain immortality just to help his disciple succeed in the mortal world."

Moreover, Mozhishan was thinking that if his master was happy, he might forgive him and he would get a new chance!

With a knife and a fan, they slowly flew alongside the short man in front.

As expected, Senior Brother Li went straight to Master's bedroom.

"Senior Brother Li is really something, he's in too much of a hurry. He could have at least come during the day to say goodbye to his junior brothers before coming."

However, Mozhishan thought of himself. If it were him, he would definitely be so anxious that he would immediately go to his master to check his work.

No, Master said that if I succeed, I must not disturb others and must come to find him alone at midnight.

Mo Zhishan patted his head, realizing he had forgotten his master's teachings.

Just as the master was about to turn off the lights in his room, Senior Brother Li knocked on the door and went in.

Mo Zhishan didn't dare follow, but he was really curious. He secretly pressed his face against the door. Still, he couldn't hear anything. In his anxiety, he stuck his face directly through the door.

Hey?

But now is not the time to worry about that.

Only the facial features visible on the ink-paper fan on the door can reveal the entire scene inside.

"You did great, kid."

The current abbot of Moju Temple, Layman Mingxing, looked kindly at his disciples.

"Without further ado, let's begin the ascension ceremony!"

Senior Brother Li's voice trembled: "Master, am I really able to ascend to the Great Black Heaven? This is like a dream."

Master Mingxing nodded slightly, “You have gone through hardships and achieved perfect merit, so you naturally have the right to do so.”