Chapter 1 For Later Generations

For later generations, the name Matteo Ricci is undoubtedly well-known, even to the point of being famous.

This made Ji Xiang take a few more glances at the bearded, Confucian-robed priest, feeling curious:

"I've heard of you... and I've read your translation of *Euclid's Elements*."

"What... You've actually read *Euclid's Elements*!"

Matteo Ricci was shocked. The translation of *Euclid's Elements* had only recently finished the first volume. Only three years had passed, how could someone so far away in Shuntian have read the translation of the first volume?

Ji Xiang smiled slightly and said to Matteo Ricci, "Have you ever heard of a Daoist art that allows one to hear the Nine Heavens and see ten thousand *li*?"

Matteo Ricci shook his head blankly. At this moment, Ji Xiang's smile seemed unfathomable in his eyes.

Ji Xiang muttered to himself, though.

Hearing the Nine Heavens and seeing ten thousand *li*, you know? Yes, my cultivation level has absolutely nothing to do with this ability.

But even if I don't have it now, I'll have it sooner or later.

"By the way, just now that was.....!"

"Now is not the time for greetings."

Matteo Ricci was a little dazed and wanted to ask what had just happened, but Ji Xiang interrupted him.

His beard trembled as he thought to himself that this oriental Celestial Master looked far too young.

At this moment, Ji Xiang began to chant scriptures.

The profound sounds vibrated in all directions, reaching the sky, penetrating the earth and water, entering homes, and passing through alleyways!

"What is sought arrives suddenly."

"What is summoned is already here!"

Points of light appeared in the void. Ji Xiang could feel the appearance of a scattered form nearby. He turned his head and saw that it was in the Dongyue Temple. He strode over, and the Embroidered Uniform Guards saw Ji Xiang but dared not stop him.

"I don't know why Lord Ji has come here...?"

"There is a monster causing trouble in the temple."

The Embroidered Uniform Guards were shocked and stated that they had not been derelict in their duties and had been seriously guarding the temple!

"Lord is joking, not to mention strange people or monsters, even birds cannot enter! These days, absolutely no one has entered! There are also Embroidered Uniform Guards brothers patrolling and guarding the temple. Most of the statues have been smashed, leaving only two or three, but their heads and chests have been knocked off!"

Ji Xiang smiled: "If what went in was not a person, how could you see it?"

"This!"

The Embroidered Uniform Guards were immediately speechless, but still did not believe it. They watched Ji Xiang enter, and when they saw Matteo Ricci also wanted to follow, they immediately stopped him, which made Matteo Ricci smile awkwardly. He could only wait outside.

At the same time, he muttered to himself, I also have magic, why can't I go in?

The Embroidered Uniform Guards chuckled: "Those who drown are those who can swim. Although you know a little magic, how can you compare with that one?"

Matteo Ricci quickly said: "I am just a priest of the Society of Jesus. I certainly cannot compare with your Celestial Master. I have nothing to say about that. What you said makes sense."

The Embroidered Uniform Guard heard this and explained: "Celestial Master? That one is not a Celestial Master, that one is a Grandmaster recently appointed by His Majesty."

"However, in terms of status, he is about the same as a Celestial Master. Call him whatever you like."

Matteo Ricci's spirits were lifted. He thought that when he had just arrived in Shuntian, he had heard that there were two great Dharma Masters in Shuntian. So it turned out that he had met not a Celestial Master, but another one. No wonder he was so young. It seemed that he was a favorite minister of the current dynasty?

I must make friends with him. Whether I can establish a solid church industry here in Shuntian depends on this period of time. It's a pity that I didn't bring too much money, which is embarrassing....

Matteo Ricci was already thinking about whether he could apply to the Ming Dynasty court to acquire this abandoned land for himself... After all, since your local things can't suppress it, why not try a foreign monk who is better at chanting scriptures?

Believe a little, temporarily free of charge.

On the other side.

Ji Xiang entered the temple and traveled all the way to the back hall. He shattered walls when he encountered them. The roof beams above fell down and smashed onto Ji Xiang's body, turning into powder, but Ji Xiang's body did not suffer any damage.

Ignoring the many obstacles, when he arrived at the back hall, a tremor suddenly erupted inside. He only saw a black shadow fleeing. It was seen by the Embroidered Uniform Guards, who shouted loudly and tried to stop it with divine power firearms, but it was difficult to hit.

At this moment, Ji Xiang stretched out his hand to the west and grabbed!

With the great divine power of the Ascension Realm, these scattered forms had no way to resist. Now that Ji Xiang had strengthened his body, when he used Shattering the Void, it would no longer cause serious injuries to his body. After compressing and refining his Yuan Qi, he gradually became more comfortable using high-level divine powers.

The shadow was forcibly slapped down by the power of the void and smashed to the ground, turning into ashes!

Ji Xiang's sudden move greatly surprised the Embroidered Uniform Guards!

"Lord Ji! This thing is....."

"No need to explain. You continue to guard this place. Do not let anything else enter."

Ji Xiang felt a wisp of the Ming Dynasty's national prestige appear at the location where the shadow was destroyed. This national prestige belonged to a "Righteous God of the Nation".

"This is the remnant of the power bestowed by the spirits that the Wanli Emperor pardoned and conferred, and there is also the power of national prestige left behind during the renovations of the Dongyue Temple during the Ming Yingzong and Ming Shizong periods..."

Ji Xiang was not polite and accepted this little bit of remaining national prestige. Compared to the Ming Dynasty's national prestige that he possessed, it only strengthened it a little and did not enhance it too much.

"Nurhaci came to the Dongyue Temple to collect garbage?"

"Did you ask me, the ancestor of scavenging?"

Ji Xiang raised his eyebrows. What's going on, stealing my business?

Although I scavenge in the Heavenly Realm and you scavenge in the Human Realm, your things are my things, and my things are still my things. So you are stealing my business.

If you don't agree, come and hit me?

In this day and age, even the job of scavenging is starting to become fiercely competitive.

"This is the first one..."

Ji Xiang continued to chant scriptures. The huge city of Shuntian, with its countless scattered incarnations, had become Ji Xiang's target for assassination.

It was a pity that his physical strength was not enough to use great divine powers above the Pure Yang Realm, otherwise if eighty thousand incarnations filled the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, where would the other party want to escape?

"Nurhaci, stealing national prestige, bewitching living people, wantonly practicing evil arts.....!"

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In the southeastern area of Shuntian City, the woman transformed by Nurhaci was now weak and powerless, as if she had been cursed, which made him panic.

He was a Right Second Rank Dragon-Tiger General, and with the Ming Dynasty's national prestige on his body, it should be impossible to be cursed within Shuntian!

At the same time, the feeling of his incarnations being constantly killed also fed back to Nurhaci's main body.

"It's really strange. This Transformation Art in the Empty Constant Dharma clearly allows one to avoid disasters and escape from predicaments, but why can that young Daoist accurately find my scattered incarnations and kill them?"

"Another... another one died, the forty-seventh one. What exactly is going on! Could it be that the Daoist has a superior method of breaking tribulations, so my middle-grade escape art is unable to hide from his eyes?"

"Shuntian is indeed full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers! No wonder the people in Lishanhe told me that after approaching Shuntian, everything should be done with caution!"

"I have to hurry up and leave Shuntian before all ninety-nine incarnations are killed!"

Nurhaci was now truly frightened. Although Celestial Master Zhang was powerful, he could not see through the middle-grade art of avoiding tribulations because he did not have a superior art to counter it. But Ji Xiang seemed to possess a superior art of breaking tribulations. Nurhaci had already realized that Ji Xiang might not know who he was, but he knew that he was not an ordinary living person, so he had been chasing him!

In this situation, if he was caught and his disguise was stripped off, he would definitely be sent to the West Market to be beheaded!

Just as these thoughts flashed through his mind, two more incarnations died.

Women, water, fire, dogs, sheep, birds, dark clouds and evil beasts, mud and stones, shadows... these scattered incarnations were being killed by Ji Xiang one after another!

In his ears, he gradually heard strange sounds, like some kind of scripture, calling and summoning him, which made Nurhaci feel afraid.

This kind of operation did not seem like something a righteous person should be doing! This kind of far-reaching summoning spell was like an evil art from a folk Dharma sect!

And Nurhaci suddenly encountered a predicament.

He saw a person on the street in front of him, but there was also the same person outside the alley to the left!

It was Celestial Master Zhang!

"What, what's going on, is this a ghost wall?"

Nurhaci thought he was seeing things and changed several passages, but no matter where he was, he could see Old Zhang, which made him feel a little disoriented!

The East and South Cities were impassable, and the North City was closed, forbidding anyone from entering through that gate, so he could only go to the West City!

Although it was not very auspicious, after all, the execution ground of the West Market was there, and it felt like he was going to his death...

However, not long after he walked, he suddenly discovered that the eyes of the surrounding pedestrians were looking at him as if he were a ghost.

"What's wrong, is there something on my face?"

Nurhaci was still raising his voice, but the sound he made was effeminate. It was then that he felt something was wrong, and the faces of the surrounding pedestrians suddenly changed, as if they had eaten a mouthful of feces.

"Jurchen, he, he turned from a woman into a man on the street!"

"What kind of trick is this, or is it Western magic?"

People were very surprised. Although it was disgusting, the change that had just happened was truly shocking. A beautiful woman was walking on the road, and suddenly she turned into a Jurchen strongman with a queue hairstyle!

Nurhaci touched his queue, then touched his beard, his face greatly changed!

How could the spell suddenly be lifted! When he wanted to circulate his magic power again, he felt that his magic power was no longer smooth, his body was becoming weaker and weaker, and those calling Dharma sounds in his ears were like demonic sounds that lingered and entered his ears!

Nurhaci was about to get up and leave when he suddenly heard Ji Xiang's footsteps behind him.

And that stern shout!

Ji Xiang walked from the East City all the way to the South City, arrived at the central street that divided the East, West, and South Cities, step by step. When he stepped down, it was like thunder, and when he stopped, it was like the Jianghai condensing light. His voice was loud, his voice was clear, and he sent a message to all directions!

"Nurhaci, you steal national prestige, bewitch living people, wantonly practice evil arts....."

"According to the Heavenly Law."

"Those who slander the Righteous Dharma and turn their backs on righteousness and embrace evil, will have their fate destroyed for five generations..... After their death, they will be sent to Fengdu, never to be restored!"