Pudu Cihang...
A light breeze blew, and the woods bathed in the setting sun swayed gently in the wind.
Lu Liangsheng silently recited the name, turned his head slightly, and looked at the altar that was being built. Aren’t these words in the middle of the stone steps
"Master, you are so courageous."
"Mr. Lu is the one with good concentration."
A compliment from the scholar at least opened the conversation. Although Pu Du Ci Hang in the sedan chair did not move, his tone sounded quite happy.
"You are too kind, Master."
Lu Liangsheng withdrew his gaze from afar and focused on the figure in the sedan chair. He finally had to ask questions about the doubts in his heart.
"May I ask, Master, where does our affinity come from?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the scholar suddenly felt something trembling in his sleeve. He glanced at Pu Du Ci Hang over there and reached into his sleeve. The pen holder, which was covered with a cloth bag, twisted in his hand like a living thing.
this…
When Lu Liangsheng looked at the curtain, the scene in his mind seemed to bring him back to the night when he went to Fushui County for the second time three years ago.
Memories came flooding back like a tide.
The long whiskers danced in the firelight, and the huge insect body twisted and turned.
A pair of insect eyes, like lanterns, rose into the air and looked over.
"You unintentionally gave me this opportunity, which is a favor. I will let this toad go today and leave early!"
…
"It's you!"
Lu Liangsheng tightened his fingers as he held the pen and frowned. The guardian of the country in front of him turned out to be the giant centipede from that night. So, he was really the destined one for him.
At that moment, the maids standing guard on both sides of the curtain gently lifted a corner of the curtain.
A pair of black pointed feet kicked aside the green robe and stepped out. The person who entered the scholar's sight was a thin old man with a pointed, yellow and wrinkled face. He looked quite strange in an apricot-yellow monk's robe and a long-eared monk's hat.
What made Lu Liangsheng feel even more uncomfortable was that the other person had the body of an old man, but had a cold voice like a woman.
“People in the world look at each other by their appearance, but they do not know that compassion in the heart is the true fruit.”
Lu Liangsheng nodded, cupped his hands, and said in a tone that was neither light nor heavy: "What the Dharma Master said is right. I was obsessed. But, did the Dharma Master invite me here just to reminisce about the past?"
"To repay a favor."
There was no expression on Pu Du Ci Hang's face as he walked past the scholar and looked at the sunset outside the forest.
"I, the Dharma Master, would like to thank Mr. Lu for his contribution that day to bring us to this day."
"Hasn't the Master's kindness of not killing me that day been repaid?"
“… Hehehe…” Pudu Cihang slightly turned his face to the side, his eyes were cold, and he bowed slightly with the Fearless Seal, “Repay one repay one repay, give one favor one give one favor, this Dharma Master and Mr. Lu will not owe each other anything.”
In an instant, two maids came over carrying a long plate, which was covered with white silk, with a long protruding shape. Pu Du Ci Hang turned around and uncovered the white silk.
It's a long sword.
"This sword was obtained by me from the imperial palace. It was the weapon carried by the founding monarch of the Chen Dynasty. Unfortunately, in the hands of a mortal emperor, it can only be a mediocre thing, and will be covered with dust in the imperial treasury. Mr. Lu is a cultivator, so he should be able to see that this thing is extraordinary."
On the tray, the scabbard was gray with fine lines on it, the hilt was made of bronze, and in the middle there were three red jades, one large and two small, which were probably added later as an embellishment.
Lu Liangsheng took the long sword and pulled it out with a clang. The sword body was simple and ancient, one finger wide, about four feet and one inch long, cold and dull. Upon closer inspection, one could see the patterns extending, like floating clouds dispersing, revealing a cold moon.
"Magic weapon..."
The scholar's fingertips touched the sword body, sliding across the floating clouds and cold moon patterns on it, and a slight humming sound was heard. Only people with cultivation could feel the flow of magic power from it.
"It seems that Master Lu is quite satisfied with this sword."
Pu Du Ci Hang turned around and walked back with the Fearless Seal in hand, walked past the scholar and went straight to the sedan chair. Lu Liangsheng raised his head and spoke suddenly.
"Master, wait a minute!"
He sheathed the sword and took two steps forward.
"Excuse me, Mr. Lu Liangsheng, for asking a question. The Master sent someone to chase..."
In front, the walking figure stopped, half of the old man's face turned sideways, and his eyes narrowed.
Lu Liangsheng stopped talking here, remembering that the other party had said that they owed each other nothing. If he said he would hunt down Chen Jing, wouldn't it be giving him a reason to kill himself if he said it so directly
The two looked at each other for a few moments, and then Pu Du Ci Hang walked onto the sedan chair. The curtains were lowered to the left and right, and the sound of wind around them gradually grew stronger, and white mist rolled in all directions.
Rustle…
rustle…
There was a slight rustling of falling leaves. A figure approached through the mist, and four pairs of eyes peered over here.
"Such a strong demonic aura."
The forest was quiet, fog was spreading, and on the shoulder of the lurking figure, the eyes of the crouching toad moved back and forth, locking onto the outline of a figure through the white fog.
"I have seen Liang Sheng... Don't be too loud, or you might alarm him."
The wind blew from the front, bringing the faint sound of two people's conversation over there.
The scholar, holding a sword in one hand, cupped his hands again. Even though he was a little nervous about the cultivation level of the master in front of him, he still looked at him calmly.
Asking directly may not work, so let’s try asking in a different way.
"Why is Master Fa in the imperial court?"
"Practice."
The sound of the wind died down, and amid the sound of simple replies, the sedan chair was lifted up and turned in another direction. The team set off as if to return home. Maids and monks passed by the scholar, and the sedan chair in the middle stopped two steps away from him.
Inside the curtain, the thin figure looked forward and spoke again to the scholar outside.
"Mr. Lu, you only see that the people of the capital are in a state of panic, but have you seen that there are other monsters causing trouble and harming people's lives? I, the Dharma Master, am also protecting the people.
During the autumn hunting season, people search the mountains and seas, skinning and meating the prey for a living. During the spring and autumn examinations, fox demons wait for scholars on their way to take exams for spiritual practice. Isn’t this also the same as hunting for people? This Dharma Master lives in the palace, assisting the emperor, revitalizing the country, and spiritual practice along the way.
Naturally, Lu Liangsheng would not believe these words, but there was nothing he could do about it. He had heard from his master before that this centipede monster was only in the psychic stage, but now it had directly reached the transformation stage.
All they could do was watch the chanting team walk into the mist.
At the same time, there was a rustling sound in the bushes not far ahead. Looking at the team passing by on the road in front of him, the Taoist couldn't help but reach out to the yellow silk bag.
"I'm here, just in time to get rid of this monster..."
With the frog web pressing on his shoulder, the Taoist Toad shook his head solemnly.
"You can't beat it!"
Sun Yingxian withdrew her gaze and looked at Toad, who lowered his voice and turned his face away.
"Look at me, I can't beat you!"
At this moment, the marching team suddenly stopped in front of a bush where a man and a toad were crouching. The moment they noticed it, a frog croaked "Quack!"
The stopped team continued to chant scriptures, strike bronze bells, wooden fish and golden cymbals as they moved forward. After a while, they gradually disappeared into the mist.
call!
The Toad Taoist lay on Sun Yingxian's shoulder and walked out of the bushes. Looking at the fog gradually dissipating, he stood up, put on his flippers, and let out a long breath.
"If I were at the peak of my powers, I would never allow a little demon like this to show off his might!"
"Stop bragging, old toad. Can you tell what kind of monster that is?" Sun Yingxian was also frightened. When the other party stopped, she clearly felt an indescribable sense of oppression.
"It's a centipede."
The one who answered him was Lu Liangsheng who came over. As he came over, he wiped the dense beads of sweat on his forehead with his sleeve. Although the Dharma Master looked peaceful, the truly terrifying thing was that he was clearly a demon in disguise, so where did the Buddha's aura come from
He told his master and Sun Yingxian exactly what he had said about his previous conversation with the centipede monster.
"Not only is there Buddha's energy, but also the dragon energy of the emperor... It was inspired by you and found a shortcut."
The toad escaped to the apprentice's shoulder, humming while holding its flippers.
“Moreover… this demon has not yet transformed, but is deliberately suppressing itself. However, its cultivation is probably incredible.”
Lu Liangsheng threw the sword in his hand to the Taoist to play with, then looked sideways at his master on his shoulder and frowned.
"Can cultivation also suppress it?"
"Why not?"
The Toad Taoist walked with his disciple, his shoulders rising and falling, his thoughts churning. Thinking of a possibility, the frog web that was stroking his chin suddenly stopped and his eyes widened.
“…It wants to turn into a dragon!”