Chapter 205 I am a Taoist, I will only kill but not cross
Deng Deming held a rope made of a low-level talisman and flew to Lucheng.
At this moment, Deng Dongyuan, who was dressed in black robe, was standing in the void, looking down at the dilapidated temple below from a high place. His hands gathered in his sleeves were calculating something from time to time.
"Old Ancestor, the disciples have searched all over, and it is true that there is nothing there. Should we move to another place..."
The old Taoist, who was called Uncle Jiu by everyone, flew to Deng Dongyuan. Open sideways cautiously.
"No, I have calculated several times. The most likely hiding place of the ghost that day is right here. Keep looking!"
"Yes."
Since my ancestor insisted, Then the people below can only execute it.
Zhenren Shang Xiwen went to another place to search. After repeated calculations several times, Deng Dongyuan became more certain that it was here. He was a little hesitant to call Shang Xiwen back. He saw Deng Deming and Lu Cheng flying over. , I gave up on the matter in my mind, but the ghost was seriously injured that day. Finding it now is more difficult and more important than killing it.
Let Xi Wen search in another place, even if it can only increase the chance a little.
"De Ming and Cheng'er, since we are here, you should go down and search for the whereabouts of the ghost that day, and don't let go of an inch of land!"
"Yes."
"As ordered."
Lu Cheng also obeyed the courtesy, completely ignoring the fact that his sword power backfired and he was seriously injured.
This place was originally supposed to be a very grand Buddhist temple, but now it has fallen into decline, but you can still see some of the past atmosphere from the remaining ruins.
Deng Deming and Lu Cheng flew to the ground and each searched in a different direction.
Deng Deming's mission has been completed by bringing Lu Cheng safely over. He didn't want to offend this upstart too much, so he left happily.
“Breathe, breathe.”
While walking and checking, Lu Cheng adjusted his breathing rhythm to make his body feel better. He didn't want to find that ghost. Let's not talk about the benefits and rewards Deng Dongyuan would give him. Given the vicious nature of that ghost, he would definitely die with the enemy at the last moment. Lu Cheng didn't want his last hundred years of life to be wasted here. kind of thing.
However, a hundred years after linking his own blood and fire with two swords and one sword, Lu Cheng's own energy and longevity were greatly reduced, but his spiritual consciousness was obviously improved.
In Taoism, the spiritual consciousness is called the Yin body. If a monk's Qi and blood are too strong and released, the Yin body will be suppressed to a certain extent. On the contrary, if the Qi and blood are consumed in large quantities, the Yin body will grow and stretch.
There was once a Taoist monk who studied the technique of cultivating the Yin body, which allowed the Yin body to walk out of the physical body, escape thousands of miles at night, and reveal itself during the day. There are also various mysteries. However, if you want to improve your magic power by practicing this method, But he has to go through the thunder tribulation:
The Yin body is about the same as the ghost body, how can I use the ghost body to go through the thunder tribulation?
And if you want to cultivate to a higher realm, it is not enough to go through it once or twice. As the saying goes, it is difficult for a ghost spirit to become a saint. The last Taoist monk himself has never practiced this technique. After all, the monks in this world still use the Alchemy Cauldron inner alchemy technique as the mainstream of cultivation and practice the golden elixir.
Lu Cheng had also seen and understood that Taoist treatise at Guizang Mountain, but this method of turning the yin body into yang body is too dangerous, and it is not necessarily as good as the method he practiced himself. Cultivation of body and body is even more advanced.
Lu Cheng's first natal magical power is Qi Hai, his second natal magical power is the Great Five Elements Earth Ultimate True Fire, and his third natal magical power is blood and fire. The intersection of life and life is the most suitable for the path of Guizang Mountain. However, Lu Cheng still understood the knowledge contained in that treatise.
So, he was not surprised by the active, lively and agile state of his consciousness at this time, just like a person who has been carrying a heavy burden for many years and suddenly one day takes off the burden. After a while, this feeling will naturally disappear.
But it was also because of this spiritual consciousness that Lu Cheng suddenly saw a young monk holding dry firewood when he turned the corner after walking through the temple.
The two were stunned when they saw each other.
The little monk seemed startled, threw down the dry wood and ran into the Zen courtyard and Buddhist hall nearby.
Lu Cheng also wanted to turn back and leave here directly.
The former Heavenly Buddha Realm has become the Secret Buddha Realm. How could there be a little monk here?
But just now my spiritual consciousness scanned it, and there was no flaw. Even if I preemptively looked for flaws, I was still a normal little monk or novice.
However, Lu Cheng did not move after all.
After a while, the little monk stuck his head out and looked at Lu Cheng. Seeing that he didn't seem like a bad guy, he trotted out to pick up the dry firewood, as if he wanted to run back quickly.
"Little master, can I ask for a bowl of water?"
After thinking for a moment, when the little monk was about to finish gathering the dry firewood, Lu Cheng suddenly asked.
Crack.
The dry firewood fell to the ground again. The little monk looked at the firewood on the ground and then at Lu Cheng, as if he was about to cry.
Seeing this, Lu Cheng sighed slightly, then stepped forward to pick up the dry firewood and put them in the little monk's arms.
In the ancient world, firewood is wealth. The so-called seven things to open the door: firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, firewood is the first.
Having so much firewood in his arms seemed to give the timid little monk some confidence, and seeing Lu Cheng in his bright robes again gave him hope. So the young monk nodded and said:
"This temple is poor, but if the donor just asks for a bowl of hot water, it is still okay."
Follow the young monk Walking into the monastery behind him, the rest of the place was in dilapidated condition, only the Buddhist hall was still clean.
The young monk walked into the Buddhist hall holding firewood. Lu Cheng looked around before entering and then also walked in.
In the dim room, everything is kept simple.
Only on the futon in the middle of the Buddhist hall, sitting cross-legged was a skinny old monk wearing cassocks.
He is missing an ear, his lips are also mutilated, he has no nose, and there are only seven fingers on his clasped hands. There are also many defects on the skin outside the cassock, which seem to be old injuries.
With Lu Cheng’s eyesight, he could tell that the teeth of the beast that caused these old injuries did not seem to be very sharp:
Those were not bite marks made by sharp animal teeth, but more like bite marks made by humans.
"Amitabha, donor, I am injured and cannot get up. Please help yourself."
"I disturb the monk's practice. It's just a passerby who comes in to ask for a bowl of water." Entering the temple Following the monk, Lu Cheng also clasped his hands and saluted in reply.
"Please wait for a moment, donor."
It is extremely cold in this Buddhist hall.
Not to mention people like Lu Cheng, even monks who practice Qi and build foundations have long been able to protect themselves from the cold and heat. In normal hot and cold weather, a thin Taoist robe can only cover them all year round.
But inside this Buddhist hall, Lu Cheng actually felt cold.
"This is not really a cold temperature, but a cold heart. Is this... memory?"
"Donor, here comes the hot water."
A cup of tea After that, a fire was lit in the house and hot water was boiled, finally dispelling the cold and bringing warmth.
The little monk boiled a pot of hot water, first gave a bowl to Lu Cheng, then poured a bowl to the master, and finally poured a bowl to himself.
Lu Cheng picked up the coarse porcelain bowl and looked at the water in the bowl. He was a little distracted for a moment. In a trance, he seemed to see a large boiling lake. The lake was full of crying and wailing ghosts. He was frightened. He almost knocked over the water bowl with a flick of his wrist.
But he came back to his senses very quickly. He had practiced sword fighting for many years and his temperament was stable. His wrists were stable and he stabilized in one go. Not even a drop of water was spilled from the thick porcelain bowl in his hand.
When I looked at it again, the boiling lake and the ghosts were gone. The bowl of hot water reflected the firelight, and even shimmered in gold and red.
Lu Cheng thought for a while, then raised his head and drank the hot water in the bowl in his hand. Suddenly, the heat poured into his body to dispel the cold, as if nourishing his limbs and bones.
"The donor has extraordinary understanding and a courageous mind. He really has the aura of a Buddhist vajra. However, the sword is ruthless and the violence is too strong. He is trying to kill him. I am afraid that he will be killed by the sword one day."
"The eminent monk was joking. Well, any set of powerful swords in this world I am afraid that the words "kill with violence" cannot be avoided. It is not necessarily a bad thing to have a murderous spirit in a sword fight. "
A sword is not a toy, but a weapon in itself. It's okay if you can't accept this. He is not worthy of practicing the Taoist flying sword technique.
In the Buddhist hall, there was silence for a moment.
Lu Cheng noticed that the young monk just now was huddled in a shadowed corner of the room crying. If it had been someone else, they might have seen the temple in ruins and thought that the young monk was worried about his future livelihood. Lu Cheng's There is also a small amount of gold and silver jewelry in the Qiankun bag, but it is enough for the old monk and the young novice monk to last a lifetime.
Donor, benefactor!
When you come here and see this old monk, if you are willing to give alms, you will be rewarded ten times.
If you give a little gold and silver jewelry, you will get ten times the gold and silver jewelry. If you give elixirs and spiritual objects, you will get higher-level magic weapons, spiritual objects, and even increased blessings and longevity.
This has been the habit of this old monk for thousands of years.
But Lu Cheng knew that this was not what they needed.
The old monk and the young novice monk in the Buddhist hall of this monastery are eminent monks, but the Taoist sitting here at this moment is also a good Taoist who abstains from killing and cherishes his life:
Although I am bloodthirsty and lustful, I You know that I am a good Taoist priest; even if I had no choice before, I still want to be a good Taoist priest in the future.
So, Lu Cheng drew his sword. At this moment, he chose to draw his sword, which directly cut off the way of obtaining benefits through giving. Although the Buddhists are kind, they did not get the left cheek swollen, but also The type where you have to turn your right cheek towards me.
But there was no regret for the sword. Lu Cheng’s Vajra Flying Sword opened the old monk’s cassock in front of him with one strike. But under the cassock, there were numerous bones and teeth marks. The eminent monk had already die!
(End of this chapter)