There were few people walking on the path at the foot of the mountain. The hot sun shone through the woods. Three women in different clothes were walking over there on the messy mountain path.
The old monk from Zhenhai opened his eyes and looked at the dry food placed in front of him by passers-by. He reached out to pick it up and put it in his sleeve, then stood up with his still cold legs and made a Dharma seal on his chest.
"It's a remote place with few people. It's such a coincidence that the three girls came here!"
"Hey, Master, aren't you waiting for us here?"
The woman in a black dress with spots on it glanced at him and said coquettishly, "I didn't expect that monks would also have such frivolous thoughts."
In the middle, a woman in a red dress left her long sleeves behind her and nodded slightly.
"Old monk, let me make it short. How about we go to a place together?"
At the other end of the road where the sun shone, the old monk flicked his sleeves, spread out his other hand, and the golden bowl on the ground flew into his palm. He looked at the three women and his voice suddenly became stern.
"Three people? Three evildoers who have passed themselves off as the real ones, and they dare to speak rudely in front of me!"
The golden bowl was thrown and flew into the air.
"Show your true form!"
The Buddha's light flickered, and a thin ray shot to the opposite side. The moment it came into contact, the demonic energy exploded, and three smokes of red, purple and colorful appeared, revealing a human figure with red fur and a fox tail. On the other side, the lower body of the woman in the colorful dress turned into a spider's belly, and her eight legs were baring their fangs and claws. In the middle, the red dress was still there, and the skirt gauze fluttered gently.
"What kind of monster are you?" The old monk frowned slightly.
The woman with red lips hid her smile behind her long sleeves, her eyes revealing a bewitching look.
"Old monk, is this my original form, or do you want to see some different views?"
The charming eyes suddenly narrowed, revealing a cold light, and the corners of her mouth raised in a slight smile opened and chuckled.
"Get started!"
Her long sleeves fluttered, and a red silk silk, like a red snake hunting its prey, slithered out and shot towards the old monk, wrapping him up in a circle. In an instant, the spider spirits and fox demons on both sides of the woman responded, and the air was filled with demonic energy. Led by the woman in the middle, they followed the red silk silk and pounced on the monk.
"Drink—"
The old monk Zhenhai put his palms together and shook them outwards, causing his monk's robe to swell. The red silk was torn apart with a few hissing sounds, and the fragments fluttered like flying butterflies, grabbing the two monsters that were rushing over. He grabbed one of the spider monster's long legs, twisted his skinny body, and with a loud shout, lifted the monster over his head and threw it to the ground on the other side.
"World-honored Ksitigarbha, Prajnaparamita!"
Looking from the side, the fox demon approached, formed a seal with his fingers, and shouted: "Cassock!"
The Buddha's light from the cassock flew away from the body, and spread out with a bang, wrapping the red fox and causing bursts of demonic energy to seep out.
"Ah... Ah... Great King, save me! Ah..."
"Old monk, look here!"
The woman in red suddenly turned up her sleeves, revealing a scroll in her hand. When the old monk looked over, she suddenly threw it into the sky, and it unfolded from top to bottom to reveal a blank painting.
"Zhenhai!"
Suddenly, a voice sounded like the ringing of a dusk bell, echoing back into the mountains. On the blank paper, an arm suddenly stretched out, extending infinitely, more than ten feet long.
"Great and Mighty Heavenly Dragon!"
The old monk's beard was standing up angrily, and he responded by throwing a palm to meet the outstretched arm. The moment of contact, the arm passed through the palm as if it were nothingness and grabbed Zhenhai's neck. The next moment, it suddenly retracted and forcibly dragged the old monk into the sky. Along with the golden bowl floating in the sky and the posture wrapped around the fox demon, they all disappeared into the scroll.
In midair, a Dharma light flickered, and the scroll shrank up and down, then fell back into the hands of the woman in red. She unfolded the scroll and took a look. There was an old monk in the scroll, with a thin figure, a protruding beard, a golden bowl in his hand, and a cassock on his body, like a furious Vajra.
Then he tightened the scroll and handed it to the red fox who was walking over.
"Hongniang, take this scroll back to Wu Se Manor and give it to Master Wu Yuan."
"yes."
Hongniang was one of the two fox demons in the ruined temple outside Qixia Mountain. She was acquainted with Lu Liangsheng, but she had done a lot of evil in the past, and the demon pill she had cultivated was still in the scholar's body.
"My king, you're not going back?"
Red Fox carefully took the scroll and when she asked this question, she was answered with a slap in the face.
Bang!
The crisp sound left five clear red marks on the red fox's face, and its body tilted and it almost fell.
"Why do you need to ask me what I want to do? Just take the things back."
The woman in red was Hua Hongyi. She looked at the mountains in the distance, closed her eyes slightly, and took a deep breath.
"Since we are here, we should at least take a look at Mount Qixia."
After saying this, he called Zhu Erniang, who was knocked unconscious by the fall, and walked slowly along the mountain path. In the bright sunlight, her body was swaying, her long sleeves fluttering, and in the blink of an eye she was already dozens of feet away.
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The slanting sunlight moved southward along the rolling mountains. At the foot of Qixia Mountain, in a small courtyard in the village, the cypress trees swayed gently in the wind, casting mottled light under the eaves that swayed slowly.
After lunch, the family sat under the eaves and listened to Lu Liangsheng talking about being kidnapped. Considering his parents, the scholar would not say anything too dangerous. He only said that the monk was afraid of being surrounded by villagers, so he kidnapped him and found a remote place to interrogate him.
"... Actually, I didn't expect that I would be brought to Fulin Prefecture in the blink of an eye. After resolving the misunderstanding with the master, I ran into Min Yuerou who was venturing into the martial arts world alone when I went down the mountain. So we simply came back together. We didn't suffer much on the way, and it was almost the same as when we went out in the past."
Listening to Lu Liangsheng's story, the Taoist squatted aside, turned his head to look at the scholar, then looked at the woman sitting on a low stool with her head down and not saying a word, and a look of suspicion appeared on his pointed and monkey-faced face.
"What a coincidence?"
"It's just a coincidence." Lu Liangsheng replied with a smile, and kicked over lightly with his toes, signaling the Taoist to shut up.
Regardless of whether the story was true or not, Li Jinhua and Lu Laoshi felt relieved to see their son return safely. Especially since they brought Min Yuerou back with them, the woman had always been very fond of her and now she was holding her hand and chatting about family matters.
"It's a good thing I met you. Maybe my son would get lost and couldn't come back."
"By the way, are your parents doing well in Chang'an? If you have time, ask them to come to Qixia Mountain. Didn't they stay in Fushui County for a few years? It can be considered half of their hometown..."
The women in the village are the best at talking. Li Jinhua winked at her son while she was talking. Lu Liangsheng looked around. Fortunately, Hong Lian had gone back to the temple to recuperate, and Mu Qiyu was not there either, probably practicing on his body.
"Mom, Xiaoxian, you guys stay and chat with Yuerou. I have something to do in my room."
As he spoke, he pulled the Taoist back into the house. Before Zhu Ganglie came in, the scholar who went in first suddenly took off his robe. Sun Yingxian was stunned for a moment, raised his finger and pointed at him, then quickly backed away, crossing his arms to cover his chest.
"Hey, hey, hey... I'm a serious person and I don't like this."
"What are you thinking?"
Lu Liangsheng glared at her and threw his robe onto the bed. His clothes were loose, revealing his back. "See what's on top?"
The Taoist priest lowered his hand with relief, looked at the scholar's back, and quickly walked around to the front, whispering:
"Mr. Lu, what do you want to do? Why do you want to learn those tattoos and tattoo a turtle..."
"That's the black turtle!"
At this time, Zhu Ganglie came in and recognized the pattern on Lu Liangsheng's back at first sight. He closed the door and spoke in a muffled voice: "To the north is the vast sea, from which a black tortoise emerges. The black tortoise exhales true qi, which is icy and can turn into divine water. The divine water nourishes the body and produces kidney water."
etc…
Lu Liangsheng on the other side was suddenly stunned. How did they know it was a black tortoise? He asked the Taoist to take the bronze mirror on the desk to look at the back. He tilted his head to look at the image reflected in the mirror. It was indeed a black tortoise outlined in green ink, with a bird's head and a snake's tail, and it looked like it was stretching its neck to roar.
The scholar found the scroll he had painted before and compared it with the one he had painted. He found that it was exactly the same.
How strange, it was a star before.
"Lu Liangsheng, I, Old Pig, don't know what kind of wonderful fate you have, but since there is a black turtle that can produce kidney water, I do have an idea that may be able to restore your former cultivation."
The black man looked at the strange beast in the scroll and recalled his past experience of practicing Taoism.