Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 504 Master of Fighting Skills, Flood Dragon Surprises Lotus Flower
Outside the White Horse Temple.

"Xuanzang, cheer up."

Li Daoxuan helped Xuanzang, who was about to faint, sit under a locust tree, pinched the yellow talisman with his hand, and stuck it to his body.

"Xuanzang, what's wrong with you?"

A beautiful figure came out of the locust tree, it was Xiaotang holding the umbrella. As a ghost, she couldn't get into the White Horse Temple, so she stayed outside, possessed by the shady locust tree.

She stretched out her hand to hug Xuanzang, but as soon as her palm touched Xuanzang's body, she let out a painful moan, as if touching a burning coal.

Li Daoxuan noticed that just now, the word 'Buddha' on Xuanzang's palm flickered.

"Xiao Tang, don't be in a hurry."

Li Daoxuan comforted her, and then recited the incantation.

"But the illness prolongs the life, walks according to the five mountains, knows the news of the eight seas, and the devil king puts his head on. The guards of my house, the evil disappears and the filth is scattered, the Dao Qi lasts forever, and the urgency is like a law!"

As the Longevity Talisman turned into golden light and entered Xuanzang's body, his breathing finally calmed down, and his whole body regained some energy, but the word 'Buddha' on the palm of his right hand still did not dissipate.

Li Daoxuan was puzzled, why did Huitong and Huichan become believers of that ghost, but they didn't have the word "Buddha" in their hands. Instead, Xuanzang, who abides by his heart, was branded with this brand?
Could it be that in the eyes of that ghost, Xuanzang has something special?
"Brother...can't kill..."

Xuanzang's voice was weak, but extremely firm.

"So, the ghost you see with your eyes is really... Master Sanle?"

Li Daoxuan asked with a frown.

Xuanzang looked complicated, and said: "According to my familiarity with Master, that fetus...does somewhat resemble my Master."

"Brother, although I'm not completely sure, I'm [-]% sure that he... is my master."

Xuanzang clenched his fists, feeling a little confused.

He admired his master very much, and with his master's nature, he would never do such a thing of being reincarnated as a ghost to confuse other people's minds. However, the iron-like facts were in front of him, so he couldn't help but believe it.

"Brother, master...he must have some difficulties, right?"

Xuanzang held Li Daoxuan's hand tightly, as if holding the last straw.

Li Daoxuan sighed softly, and said: "Master San Le is an eminent monk who has attained the Tao, and he has the mind to help the world and save people. I also believe that he must have difficulties. Before he said that he would deal with Mo Luo, maybe the problem lies here."

He sorted out the cause and effect in his mind.

When he first saw the ghost fetus last night, he felt that the other party vaguely resembled Sanle, but he was not sure, so he thought of going back to Xuanzang to have a look again.

Xuanzang lived with Master Sanle since he was a child, and he also has a pair of natural Buddhist eyes. If there is anyone in this world who can tell whether a ghost fetus is Master Sanle, that person must be Xuanzang.

This is also the reason why Li Daoxuan didn't want to get entangled with Huichan last night, and was anxious to go back to Xuanzang.

He wanted to confirm the guess in his heart, and now it was confirmed.

"Master of Three Music... Mo Luo..."

Li Daoxuan thought about these two names, and then thought of the nightmare that Xuanzang had, in which Master Sanle was gnawing on his arm, and he felt that there was a faint connection between the two.

"Xiaotang, you are here to take care of Xuanzang, I will pick up Changle."

Li Daoxuan ordered, and was going to go back to fetch Chang Le back from the White Horse Temple, but at this moment, his ears moved, and he heard a noise not far away.

"Luoyang is over, Luoyang is over!"

"This old beggar really stinks, and he likes to talk nonsense, I'm afraid he's not a lunatic!"

"The pure land of Buddhism, but he is making a lot of noise here, isn't he afraid of disturbing the Buddha and Bodhisattva?"

"Quick, throw him out!"

……

A figure was thrown out of the door by several monks from the White Horse Temple. He was dressed in rags, his body was covered with thick black sores, his face was unkempt, and his white hair was covered with dirt. The pungent stench.

The old beggar patted his butt and stood up, turning a blind eye to the contemptuous gazes around him.

"Pooh!"

He spit thick phlegm in front of the gate of the White Horse Temple, and said with a disdainful expression: "Superficial children, ignorant, Luoyang is about to end, and the old beggar didn't want this thousand-year-old temple to be destroyed, so he came here to tell you. You don’t even appreciate it, I’m bah!”

He was so angry that he spit out another mouthful of thick phlegm.

A stench came, and the yellow-brown thick phlegm smelled so amazing that people around covered their noses.

"Fathers and folks, Luoyang is about to end, and you will be a bunch of dead people in a while, listen to the old beggar's advice, go back and prepare the coffin quickly, you will not be able to grab it if it is too late!"

"Eat more, and spend all the money saved at home quickly. After all, you can't take it with you after you die. Of course, if you can't spend it all, you can also pay tribute to the old beggar. It doesn't need a lot. Buy me a burnt The chicken is just fine..."

These words were like a curse, which made the onlookers annoyed. They glared at the old beggar, and some of them even picked up the yellow mud on the ground and threw it at him.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Facing the dirty yellow mud, the old beggar did not hide, and even laughed.

"Smash it, smash it, the yellow mud is a foreign object, falling on my body as a lotus flower, hahaha!"

He laughed three times, and walked away with the filth all over his body, and he looked crazy, making people wonder if he was bewitched by evil spirits.

But no one noticed that the two mouthfuls of thick phlegm he just spit out turned into two toads, and they quietly jumped into the temple...

The old beggar walked to a secluded pool, looked at his face in the pool, smiled, and then took the pool water to wash off the yellow mud on his face.

Under the wave light, an extremely ugly face was reflected.

Cross-eyed, flat nose, cleft lip, sores...

It seems that all the ugly faces in the world are concentrated on this face, just one glance can make people have nightmares for several days.

This is simply a face that has been cursed by God.

But the old beggar made a fuss in front of the pool, and then said with a smile, "You two, what are you doing sneaking around with the old beggar? Apart from the mud on my body, I have no money."

In the woods, Xuanzang and Xiaotang came out.

"Hehe, a monk and a female ghost are a natural match, haha—"

The old beggar's laughter stopped abruptly, because just behind Xuanzang and Xiaotang, another figure slowly walked out, crowned with white jade, brocade clothes folded fan, long hair flowing, handsome beyond dust, looking at him with a smile.

The old beggar stared at this young and handsome young master with a slight gaze, looking him up and down in amazement.

"It's weird, it's weird, you have become a Yang God at a young age, and you can still hide the perception of the old beggar. After the world has changed, how can there be a character like you?"

"I'm Li Daoxuan, I've met senior."

Li Daoxuan clasped his fists in salute, although the old beggar looked ugly, but the other party's morality was extremely good, which faintly made him feel a kind of pressure.

Sure enough, the high-ranking people are hiding in the downtown area, and the folks are crouching tigers, hidden dragons.

He didn't hide his identity, the other party was a friend of Master San Le, and also an expert hermit in the gaming world, he had to show enough respect to such a character.

After hearing Li Daoxuan's three words, the old beggar's eyes flashed, and he said with a smile: "It turns out that you are the master of the Tang Dynasty. That night you killed the evil five elders with the four holy formations in Chang'an, like slaughtering chickens and dogs. All over the world, I, an old beggar, can't stand this old call."

"Your Excellency is a friend of Master San Le, so of course it is the senior of Pindao. This time, I want to ask the senior, what problems did Master San Le encounter?"

Hearing this, the old beggar snorted coldly, the smile on his face disappeared, and said: "That fellow Sanle, his temper is harder than the stones in the latrine, isn't it good to live, he has to seek his own death!"

"He also said it was for the sake of the common people in the world. Pooh, he said it as if the common people could not live without him. The sun would rise as usual without anyone in this world. He patted his ass to die, and he wanted me to take more care of him apprentice, hehe, I don’t take care of old beggars!”

The old beggar said viciously: "His apprentice named Xuanzang, it's fine if the old beggar doesn't meet him, if he does, he will slap him to death!"

Xuanzang: "..."

Xiaotang hurriedly stood in front of Xuanzang, winking him to leave.

But Xuanzang stepped forward resolutely, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, poor monk Xuanzang, I have met my senior."

The old beggar: "..."

"Little monk, are you really not afraid of death?"

"Or, do you think Li Daoxuan can stop me?"

Xuanzang showed no fear, and said in a sincere voice: "Neither, the little monk once dreamed that the master asked me for help, and he asked me to go to Shangyang City to find an old beggar covered in pus, that is, senior."

After a pause, he said with firm eyes: "Senior, as long as you can save my master, even if the little monk is beaten to death with a single palm, I will still be grateful for your kindness!"

The old beggar looked at Xuanzang, sighed after a while and said: "San Le has indeed taken in a good disciple, you can go, go back to the secular world quickly, and then find a wife to marry and have children, and you will never recite Buddha's name in this life."

Speaking of which, the old beggar turned around and was about to leave.

"Senior, did Master Sanle become the devil's fetus in that woman's stomach?"

Li Daoxuan asked suddenly.

The old beggar's footsteps stopped, he turned his head and took a deep look at Li Daoxuan, and said with a sneer: "Boy, you do have some skills, but this is not Chang'an, but Luoyang. The old beggar advises you, don't meddle in your own business, it's not easy to cultivate. , don’t be sorry for this practice.”

"Senior, although this is not Chang'an, it is still the Tang Dynasty. As the national teacher of the Tang Dynasty, Pindao naturally cannot ignore Luoyang's troubles. In addition, Xuanzang is my righteous brother, and Master Sanle has also helped him. I, personally, I can't sit idly by."

His words were sonorous and powerful, with a high-spirited self-confidence.

The current Li Daoxuan is no longer the unknown person he was back then. He himself is a great cultivator in the Yang God Realm, and he also has treasures such as the Fantian Seal and the Plague Clock. In addition, he can shake people.

Tsing Yi Empress, Old Heavenly Master, Master, Xu Jianxian, Yujie, Guan Yunchang, Yuan Tiangang...

Each of them is a top powerhouse at the Yang God Realm and above, a person who stands at the top of the world, and together, they are enough to wipe out any sect in the world!

And these people have a lot to do with him.

People in the world only think that he is invincible in Chang'an City, but they don't know that the most terrifying thing is the connections behind him.

The old beggar stared at Li Daoxuan, sneered and said: "You are not very young, but your tone is not small. You can save Sanle if you want to. I just washed the yellow mud on my face in this pool of water. If you can make those yellow mud work Lotus, the old beggar can help you."

After a pause, he warned: "You are also the Yang God, so don't play tricks like illusion, you can't fool the old beggar's eyes."

There was a trace of solemnity in Li Daoxuan's eyes.

Yellow mud and lotus are two completely different things. If you don't use illusion, the difficulty is several times higher than turning a stone into gold. It is impossible to do it with wood alone.

The only thing he can think of is the mediation of good fortune, which ranks first among the great supernatural powers of Tiangang, creating everything out of nothing.

But unfortunately, he doesn't have this supernatural power.

This old beggar really likes to pose difficult problems to test others as rumored.

"Hey, it can't be done. Since Li Guoshi is helpless, then hurry back to your Chang'an City. Don't meddle in the matter of Luoyang, and go back to your respective homes!"

The old beggar had a well-thought-out plan, and he was sure that Li Daoxuan would never be able to accomplish this.

Even Zhang Zhiyan and Tsing Yi don't know how to mediate good fortune, let alone Li Daoxuan. Although this kid is a bit wicked and has frighteningly talented talents, it's impossible for him to do it.

"Okay, then it's settled."

To the surprise of the old beggar, Li Daoxuan smiled brightly and agreed.

"Li Guoshi, speaking big words is not a good habit."

"Hehe, let's wait and see, senior."

Li Daoxuan stood by the pool, tapped his head lightly with the folding fan in his hand, and said with a smile: "Little guy, get up and work."

The next moment, an elf-like little girl emerged from the hair, only three feet tall, wearing a delicate skirt, and the wings on the back were as thin as onion wings, colorful in the sun.

While yawning, she waved her small fists and said in a childish voice, "Daddy, who do you want to hit?"

Li Daoxuan stretched out his hand, let her dance in the palm of his hand, and then whispered a few words in his ear.

Xiao Huashen patted her chest, her delicate face was full of confidence, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Daddy, leave it to me!"

She waved her small wings and flew towards the pond, shedding a little light as the wings passed, like fireflies falling into the water.

"Huchi! Huchi!"

The little flower god puffed up her cheeks, flapped her wings desperately, and sprinkled more light spots, making the whole pond shimmering, as if covered with a layer of radiant gauze.

After a while, Little Flower God wiped the sweat from his forehead, then closed his eyes, and muttered something.

"@#￥%&齉齾爩舩玉..."

Li Daoxuan froze on the spot, not only him, Xuanzang and Xiaotang also looked confused, what kind of curse is Xiaohuashen chanting?Why can't you understand a word?

Didn't she really make up this mess?
"Ancient Immortal Language, you actually know Ancient Immortal Language?"

The old beggar looked at Xiao Huashen with a shocked expression.

Li Daoxuan also looked shocked, can anyone really understand?
Thinking about it carefully, this old man... probably has a lot of origins.

After Xiao Huashen finished chanting the mantra, her fingers fluttered a little, and she said in a milky voice, "Blossom!"

The next moment, a miraculous scene appeared. The yellow mud that had fallen into the pool before had actually turned into buds, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was about to turn into a pool of lotus flowers.

"It's blooming! It's blooming!"

Xiaotang said happily, Xuanzang also showed a smile, feeling relieved.

Brother really has a way...

The old beggar squinted his eyes and exclaimed: "It turns out to be the blood of the Flower God. Back then, I also..."

He glanced at Li Daoxuan, and stopped talking, as if unwilling to reveal the origin of his heel.

Seeing Xuanzang and Xiaotang's happy faces, he sneered and said, "Hmph, it's just relying on the power of the flower god, Li Guoshi, you haven't won yet."

After finishing speaking, the old beggar kicked the straw sandal on his right foot.

Pfft!
The black straw sandals fell into the pool, seemingly unremarkable, and sank quickly.

But soon, the place where the straw sandals sank was gurgling and bubbling, and then a dragon roar sounded from the bottom of the water.

A huge body loomed under the water, stirring the wind and waves, it turned out to be a black flood dragon, swimming towards the growing lotus flowers, trying to destroy them.

　I recommend a new book by Brother Shitou, "I Become a God with Adding Points in the World", and decisively add some panel flow and plot flow.Introduction: "Cao thief, you... who are you?!"

　　"Your Majesty really wants to know?"

　　"Say!"

　　"In your eyes, I am the pillar of the imperial court who is dedicated to serving the country and loyal."

　　"I am the Destiny Demon Venerable who appears once in a millennium with demon flames soaring in the rivers and lakes."

　　"I am also the lord of the Dragon Palace who has been hiding in the dark and laying out countless dark sons for a hundred years."

　　"You...you...who else!"

　　"The minister is still Cao Bin, the Cao of the underworld, the polite Bin."

　　


(End of this chapter)