Chapter 215 Lu Zu explains the meaning of the sword, stone and flying sword
Pushing the door open and entering.
The hall was dark and deep.
It can be seen from the dust on the doors, windows and floor tiles that no one has come to Chunyang Hall for many years.
On the ferry outside Jiujiang City that day.
There was something wrong with what the old boatman said.
However.
It’s normal to think about it.
After all, the last time he came was ten or twenty years ago. At that time, Kuanglu Mountain was relatively peaceful. As one of the blessed places in the cave, there were countless hermits in the mountain.
The incense in Xianren Cave has not been cut off. There are people who seek refuge from the world and practice Taoism, and they often come to clean and wipe it.
Another Taoist fell into the trap here.
Answer the signature for others.
That’s why he said that the Immortal Cave is extremely efficacious.
However, in the past few years, bandits in Kuanglu Mountain caused disasters, and the people who lived in seclusion here had to escape to death. Even after Elder Liaochen suppressed the bandits, Chunyang Palace was still abandoned.
The stone palace is not large in scale.
It is a single-story Xieshan-style building.
Except for the stone statue of Lu Zu, there are almost no superfluous things in the temple.
“Give me the fire.”
Seeing this scene, Partridge Whistle couldn’t help but sigh secretly.
After entering the practice.
He completely regarded himself as a Taoist disciple.
Where can I see the Taoist temple in such a state of ruin?
"Yes, senior brother."
Hearing this, the old foreigner immediately took off his backpack, took out the fire sickle and flint and handed it over.
Taking the fire sickle, Partridge Whistle quickly walked to the stone platform outside the statue, briefly swept it, then lit the fire and relit the few remaining candles.
By the flickering light.
He finally saw the statue of Lu Zu clearly.
It is almost exactly the same as recorded in ancient books.
Born in gold-shaped wood, Taoist bones, fairy wind, crane crowning turtle back, tiger body, dragon gills and phoenix eyes pointing to the sky, eyebrows entering the temples, eight feet and two inches long, wearing a Taoist robe and carrying a long sword.
Look at the style of the statues.
It should have been built in the early Ming Dynasty.
It is said that after Zhu Yuanzhang became emperor, in order to maintain his rule and prove his destiny, he compiled many myths.
The most numerous of them is the Fairy Cave.
It seems that the rumors are true.
Lü Zu in the shrine is tall, with fiery eyes, and his clothes, beard, and hair are all meticulous and lifelike. It is obviously the work of a famous craftsman.
A thick layer of incense ash fell on the altar.
But the stove was missing.
There is a high probability that he was taken away by those bandits who dropped grass here.
Partridge Whistle had no choice but to find three relatively complete long incense sticks from the bamboo tube on the side. After lighting them, they inserted them into the gaps in the stone wall.
As the curls of green smoke slowly spread around.
The mysterious feeling of the past was once again restored in Chunyang Palace.
"What are you doing carrying a basket all day long?"
The group looked around.
Yang Fang stared behind the old foreigner with a puzzled expression.
He didn't pay attention to it on weekdays, but now that he thought about it, he suddenly realized that the old foreigner seemed to be always with him at all times.
After getting along for so long, the two of them were quite familiar with each other. Now that he saw his senior brother, Partridge Whistle, walking away, he couldn't hold back his curiosity, so he approached and asked in a low voice.
"Secret."
"You'd better not ask."
The old foreigner frowned slightly and glanced at the man who rested on his shoulder. hand.
Yang Fang is good at everything.
It's just too familiar.
"The fire sickle is also a secret?"
"Of course it's not a secret, but the thing in the bamboo basket definitely is."
Hearing this, Yang Fang's mind froze. He was hooked. Based on his understanding of the old foreigner, apart from the inseparable big bow, this was definitely the second thing that could make him value it so much.
“Forget it, mother-in-law, mother-in-law, what kind of treasure can’t be seen?”
Yang Fang glanced at the bamboo basket without moving his eyes.
I was thinking secretly.
But he guessed a few things, but he denied them one by one.
It looks quite heavy, so it shouldn’t be a bright weapon. After all, people who move mountains to fight against others never seek wealth.
And, for some reason, when he glanced over, there was an inexplicable throbbing in his heart.
That's a keen sense of danger.
But the more this happened, the more curious Yang Fang became, the more he couldn't suppress his curiosity.
He couldn't figure out what it was.
Just a peek can make you feel like you are falling into a vicious nest.
But his expression didn’t reveal much, he just pretended to be impatient.
"Really want to see it?"
"Then don't blame me for not reminding you later."
The old foreigner suddenly smiled playfully.
He smiled.
Yang Fang, who was originally very curious, suddenly lost his mind.
"No, who are you trying to scare? There can't be a ghost hidden in a broken bamboo basket, right?"
"That can't be true."
The old foreigner shook his head.
Looking in the direction of the senior brother again, I saw that he was wiping the shrine and altar without paying attention to this side, and he was secretly relieved.
He motioned to Yang Fang and asked him to move faster.
Seeing this, Yang Fang couldn't help but feel his heart move. He took a deep breath, got behind him, stretched out his hand and quickly lifted up a corner of the bamboo basket.
Boom——
Just.
A gap has just been opened.
A manic, wild and ferocious aura hit us like a flash flood.
But Yang Fang was already mentally prepared.
But faced with that unusual and strange aura.
The whole person still felt as if he had been hit hard, and he took a few steps back. If it weren't for the Taoist talisman on the whip behind him that lit up on its own, interrupting the breath out of thin air.
Just a meeting.
He is about to suffer internal injuries.
"Damn...what on earth is this?"
Yang Fang looked in disbelief.
You know, the only time we lost to Kunlun.
He was quite convinced.
But the number of times I have sparred with the old foreigner is eight times, not ten. I can almost crush him in close quarters without using weapons by relying on my skills alone.
Now this guy is carrying a bamboo basket on his back.
Unexpectedly, he didn’t even see the other party’s figure.
Just force yourself back.
How can Yang Fang be convinced?
Take a deep breath and suppress the disordered blood.
However, compared to the recklessness just now, this time he showed much more caution. He held the magic whip in his backhand and approached carefully step by step.
There was no movement in the bamboo basket.
At this time, he reached out his hand like lightning and opened the bamboo basket again.
At a glance.
He finally saw clearly into the depths of the bamboo basket.
"Demon?!"
However, the moment his eyes fell, there were no other thoughts in his mind, only a sense of powerlessness and fear.
Two pairs of eyes as scarlet as blood.
Layered layers of scales.
The limbs are thick and thick, shaped like an armored beast.
He is also well-informed, but he has never seen such a strange-looking thing.
Besides the demon, Yang Fang could not think of another possibility.
“Have you regretted it?”
“Don’t be curious, kid, you’re fine now.”
See him standing there in a daze.
The old foreigner patted him on the shoulder, smiled and walked past.
Until he walked far away, Yang Fang still couldn't recover from the shock.
Before opening the basket, he thought about countless possibilities, but he never thought that the old foreigner would carry two monsters with him all day long?
Isn’t Bishan a Taoist?
What a strange habit this is.
Yang Fang couldn't think of anything even if he broke his head.
But...
Today was undoubtedly a bizarre and bizarre day for him.
Shopkeeper Chen is a Taoist.
The three brothers and sisters who moved the mountains were also eccentric and unpredictable.
He now doubted whether the world was really as he saw it, or... there were too many unknown existences in the heaven and earth shrouded in clouds and mist.
Like the rumored demons, ghosts, fairies, and spirits.
That’s really the case.
That rice dumpling is easy to explain.
In the past few years, I have been fighting everywhere, and I have killed many rigor mortis under the whip.
He had had doubts in the past, but the master only said that the thing with rigor mortis was not a demon, but that it was because of too much evil energy and resentment during its lifetime, coupled with unfavorable Feng Shui and imbalance of yin and yang, that it would lead to death without stiffness.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt that maybe he had been wrong all along.
"The shopkeeper?"
Just when he was thinking wildly.
Deep in the Chunyang Palace, a sound of surprise suddenly came.
Yang Fang woke up immediately and did not dare to think too much. He was afraid that all the concepts he had formed over the past twenty years would collapse in one day. He exhaled.
Then he walked towards the group of people as if nothing had happened.
When he got closer, he discovered that Chen Yulou had taken out a blue stone from behind the statue.
About half a meter long.
The middle of the stone is slightly sunken inwards.
It seems like something has been polished on it.
It is somewhat similar to the whetstone used by master craftsmen.
But for some reason, Chen Yulou looked as if he had found a treasure. Yang Fang couldn't help but frown. Is a broken stone still a treasure?
Before today, he would have definitely sneered.
But I have seen Chen Yulou’s tricks and the monsters in the old foreigner’s bamboo basket.
Right now, he no longer dares to look down upon her in the slightest.
"Shopkeeper Chen...is there anything extraordinary about this stone?"
Yang Fang pointed to the stone in his hand and tried to look calmer.
“Brother Yang Fang, have you ever heard of Jie Jian Shi?”
"Jianjian Stone?"
Yang Fang looked stunned.
It was the Partridge Whistle on the side who reacted first.
“I heard that there is a piece on Wudang Mountain.”
“Brother Chen, is it the same artifact?”
Chen Yulou was carrying the sword-breaking stone that he had accidentally discovered. He couldn't hide the joy on his face.
"Brother Taoist is only half right."
"The sword-breaking stone in Wudang Mountain is because in the Ming Dynasty, the Wudang Taoist Sect had a transcendent status and was granted supreme power by the court, no matter it was Whoever arrives at the Jiejian Stone may dismount from the Jiejian Stone.”
I heard the partridge whistle talking about the Jiejian Stone in Wudang Mountain.
Chen Yulou was not surprised at all.
His eyesight and knowledge are not inferior to his own, and it makes sense to know his name.
But...
If that's all.
How could he be so excited?
With his level, even the sword-breaking stone in Wudang Mountain is not worth mentioning.
After all, it is nothing more than a stone.
But this bluestone is different now.
The word "jie" means "real solution" and "hardening".
“Could this be the bluestone that Lu Zu used to unlock his sword?”
Partridge Whistle raised his eyebrows.
A bold idea came to mind.
“You can’t be wrong.”
Chen Yulou nodded.
Before entering the Immortal Cave, he smiled and said to Yang Fang that there might be a chance at the place where Lu Zu practiced.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a prophecy.
But this great opportunity did not fall on Yang Fang, but on himself.
Among the six of them, he was the only one who used a sword.
This is the solution to the sword stone.
In the secular world, it is just used to sharpen swords.
But Lu Zu’s thing, even a stone, is extraordinary.
Holding the Jie Jie Stone upside down at this moment, Chen Yulou could even feel the astonishing edge contained in it.
The dragon scale sword that was sheathed behind him was trembling even more.
It seems that it will break out of the sheath at any time.
Except that Lu Zu had used it to unlock his sword, Chen Yulou could not think of any possibility.
After all, although Lu Zu was the founder of the Danding Sect, the most amazing act in his life was to kill the Yellow Dragon with a flying sword.
Therefore, he is also known as the Sword Immortal.
It is said that he met Master Huo Long in Mount Lu, and was taught the Heavenly Escape Sword Technique and the Taoist method of restraining the golden elixir.
We can also get a glimpse of it from the poems he wrote in his life.
‘In the eight hundred autumn years of De Dao, I have never killed anyone with a flying sword’
‘The sword flew into the air and flew away again, and the Dongting was startled by the old dragon’s sleep’
‘I will fly thousands of miles into the air with my sword, and I will leave you at the first watch and come back at the second watch’
With just a few words, the image of the sword fairy has already appeared on the page.
It is a pity that Lu Zu took his flying sword with him when he ascended. Otherwise, if his sword could be found, even if the snake god was reborn, Chen Yulou would dare to fight alone.
Nothing.
The Jiejian Stone is also a unique good thing in the world.
The sword intent sealed in it was definitely something he had never seen before.
His dragon scale sword has been kept for so long.
The sword intent is not even one percent of its strength.
When the Dragon Scale Sword was released in Shijun Mountain a few months ago, he was still thinking about whether he could find a sword-raising gourd to contain the sword's power.
I didn’t expect that I would be able to get Lu Zu’s Sword Jie Stone today.
It's no worse than raising a sword gourd.
If the dragon scale sword can eat away the sword intention in the sword-solving stone.
At that time, it will not only be a great evil weapon, but a Taoist magic weapon, left behind by the true immortal.
"Wait a minute..."
Yang Fang was still pretending to be calm.
Hear two people talking.
My heart, which was already severely impacted, will become even more fragile, as if it could be broken into countless pieces with a gentle push.
"Shopkeeper Chen, what do you mean, Lu Zu is not a mythical figure, and it is true that he ascended to immortality...?"
Hear that trembling sound.
And the disbelief on Yang Fang's face could not be concealed at all.
Chen Yulou, who was staring blankly at the sword-breaking stone in his hand, couldn't help but shake his head and smile.
"Lu Zu was a Tang Dynasty person and the founder of the Taoist Danding Sect. The figure clearly recorded in the history books is of course true. How could it be fabricated at will?"
"As for ascending to immortality, ..."
Chen Yulou looked at him with a smile.
“If you believe it, there will be it. If you don’t believe it, there will be nothing.”
"Brother Yang Fang, don't be too entangled."
However, as soon as these words came out, Yang Fang was not comforted, but became more and more confused.
Gathering water to form humans and raise monsters.
In addition, when I was in Chenjiazhuang some time ago, I always heard people talking about a eloquent ape on the village.
But I have never had the chance to see him.
He didn't take it seriously.
I just thought the banker was exaggerating.
But now that he thought about it, he felt more and more wrong.
Since there are ascetics and demons, then gods...may also exist.
That’s why shopkeeper Chen told himself to be cautious when he was outside the sword washing pool. He also said that there is a god with his head raised. He was clearly reminding himself secretly.
"Gudong——"
Thought of this.
Yang Fang couldn't help but swallowed hard.
Out of the corner of his eye, he quietly glanced at the statue of Lu Zu in the shrine.
Previously, he only felt that the craftsman's craftsmanship was really superb, and the carvings were lifelike and lifelike.
But looking at it now, he felt like his scalp was numb.
Quickly look away and don’t dare to look around again.
“Well, that shopkeeper Chen, I said something wrong before and was too disrespectful to the old man Lu Zu. Can I burn incense sticks and kowtow a few times and everything will be fine?”
“ Okay.”
“That’s okay...”
Got a positive answer.
How dare Yang Fang delay, he pulled the futon on the ground and knelt down, kowtowed several times in succession, and kept mumbling the words in his mouth.
This scene made everyone laugh.
I almost lost my temper.
How frivolous I was outside before, how awe-inspiring now.
"That's enough, that's enough, brother Yang Fang, just be sincere."
Seeing that he had no intention of getting up for a long time, Chen Yulou patted his shoulder and said with a smile.
Yang Fang then stood up.
There is no longer the cynical look on his face.
It is no exaggeration to say that he is a Taoist believer.
Chen Yulou suppressed his smile and did not point out that today's incident was indeed a huge shock to him in a short period of time, but at the same time, it also opened a window for him.
The vision is no longer limited to the world.
Martial arts fists and kicks.
Waiting for when he will come out.
It’s definitely time for a complete transformation.
Without wasting any time, Chen Yulou took the Jie Jianshi and led the group of people back the way they came.
After passing through more than ten peaks, it was not until sunset that we finally arrived outside Wuku Temple.
Just.
What surprised the group.
Elder Liaochen, who had been in seclusion for many days and devoted himself to deciphering the Dragon Bone Book, actually appeared in the temple.
At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged in the hall.
"Could it be..."
I saw the old figure from a distance.
Partridge Whistle couldn’t help but feel shocked, his face full of anticipation.
But what followed was an indescribable tension.
Hua Ling and the old foreigner on the side had clearly thought of this step, and their expressions that were still chatting and laughing suddenly became tense.
“Don’t worry.”
“Since Elder Liaochen is out of seclusion, there must be progress.”
(End of this chapter)