Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 513 The Celestial Master Going Down the Mountain, One by One

Longhu Mountain, by a lake.

The old Tianshi wore a straw hat and fished with a straight hook, and the fish basket was empty. Obviously, the result of imitating Jiang Taigong's fishing was not ideal.

But he was not in a hurry at all, he was still fishing quietly, his snow-white beard fluttering gently in the wind.

Since Zhang Qianyang succeeded him as the eighth generation celestial master of Longhu Mountain, the old celestial master has gradually let go of all his affairs, playing chess and fishing every day, or planting flowers in front of his wife's tomb.

Occasionally, when the interest comes up, I will teach the junior disciples, but unfortunately, among the ten generations of disciples, there are not very good seedlings.

After teaching disciples like Li Daoxuan and Taizhen, and looking at these disciples who have to learn even a talisman for several months, the old heavenly master only feels that his head is too big.

"Among the disciples of the nine generations, besides Taichong Taizhen, there is also Taiwei, but among the disciples of the tenth generation, there are almost no plastic talents. Alas, could it be that my Dragon and Tiger Mountain's luck is too strong, and the anode generates yin?"

The old celestial master thought in his heart, he heard that Taichong had taken in a disciple in Chang'an, who was Princess Changle, the eldest daughter of the current emperor, and he didn't know how qualified he was?
In addition, the child in Ningyan's stomach, as the only child of Zhang Tianshi's lineage, the old Tianshi placed high hopes on him.

He has even thought up a practice plan to teach his grandson. Apart from himself and Qianyang, Li Daoxuan must also teach some real skills. Take care of your little brother.

If the grandson can learn half of Taichong's skills in the future, it will be enough to support the appearance of Longhushan.

The line sank.

Under the surface of the water, a big golden carp was cautiously approaching the hook, as if curious and wanted to try it out.

The old Tianshi moved his eyes and smiled slightly, finally a fish was willing to take the bait.

Just then, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Father!"

The Qi of the Gang of Heaven is condensed and turned into a figure, wearing a fairy cave clothes, painted with patterns such as Yu Luo Xiaotai, sun, moon and stars, eight trigrams, pagodas, dragons and phoenixes, cranes, etc. , with a clear and hale face, unrestrained and unrestrained, there is no lack of majesty of a celestial master.

The eighth generation celestial master of Longhu Mountain, Zhang Qianyang!

"Fu Fengjiao, you are sick, the fish are scared away by you!"

The old heavenly master was in a hurry, and the big carp that was about to take the bait was scared away by this unfilial son. He pulled out the fishing rod with a sullen face. If he didn't have a reasonable explanation today, he would have to slap it a few times!

The corner of Zhang Qianyang's mouth twitched. Having been slapped so many times since he was a child, he didn't know what the old man was thinking. He quickly raised the letter paper in his hand and shouted, "Daoxuan wrote us a letter!"

The old Tianshi's eyes flashed with joy, but he snorted coldly and said: "That brat, after going out for so long, you can be regarded as knowing to write a letter and come back."

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the letter paper automatically floated to his hand.

At first, the old Tianshi's expression was relatively casual, but he gradually became serious, and finally the invisible air flow surged, rustling the surrounding vegetation, and the fallen leaves fluttered around the two of them like a tornado.

Whoa!

The straw hat on the old Tianshi's head turned into dust, his silver hair danced wildly, and there was an astonishing killing intent in his deep eyes.

Boom!

Thunder is born in the clear sky, and the sun is shining in purple light, and the sound shakes the mountains!

To raise one's heart, the mountain was closed for 60 years.

Since the death of his wife, he has never had such a violent murderous intention again. It is really shocking, and even ghosts and gods are afraid!

Zhang Qianyang was not surprised by this. In fact, he could not wait to pull out the Taiyi Thunder Wood Sword immediately and run to Luoyang to avenge his mother.

"Old man, Mo Luo has occupied San Le's body, if he is allowed to come into the world, it will be a catastrophe!"

"San Le sealed the demon with his body, and finally had the opportunity to kill Mo Luo, we must not miss it!"

Zhang Qianyang said excitedly.

The old heavenly master glanced at him, restrained his aura and killing intent, and gradually calmed down the fluttering gossip Taoist robe.

"Not us, but me."

Zhang Qianyang was taken aback, but was interrupted by the old master when he was about to speak.

"In Dragon and Tiger Mountain, there must always be one who sits in town, and Ningyan is still pregnant. At this time, as a husband, you should not take risks."

Zhang Qianyang said indignantly: "Old man, Daoxuan is already in Yangshen Realm, plus you and Empress Tsing Yi, no matter how powerful Mo Luo is, what danger is there?"

The old heavenly master looked at him coldly, and said, "You haven't fought Mo Luo head-on, so you don't know how scary he is."

Recalling what happened in the dream, he sighed, and said: "Moluo is the most terrifying enemy I have ever seen, not to mention that he also got the body of Maitreya Buddha. If he goes away, he will either be wiped out, or he will die." I will die in martyrdom."

After a pause, he said one word at a time: "Longhu Mountain cannot live without a celestial master."

Zhang Qianyang said anxiously: "Daoxuan is my apprentice, he has something to do, how can I stand by as a master? If there is no Daoxuan, I, Zhang Qianyang, don't know which coffin I am waiting to die in now!"

"Fu Fengjiao, don't forget your identity."

The old celestial master gave him a deep look, and stepped forward to help him straighten the celestial master's crown.

"You are not only Taichong's master, but also the head teacher of thousands of disciples in Longhu Mountain. For Luoyang's affairs, I am enough."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand, only to hear a sword cry in the Dragon and Tiger Mountain, a sword light pierced through the sky, accompanied by the roar of dragons and tigers, pierced through the sky and came into the hands of the old master.

The shape of the sword is like raw copper, the hilt is a five-jointed chain, and the scabbard is faintly engraved with mysterious runes and the sun, moon and stars. The sword weighs 81 taels, which symbolizes the 81 transformation of the Supreme Lord.

Three-to-five cut evil male and female sword!
Holding the Daoist Excalibur in his hand, the old master patted his son on the shoulder with a smile on his face.

"Don't worry, your father is just old, not dead."

Looking at his father's confident, heroic and vigorous back, Zhang Qianyang's eyes were slightly red.

Back then, the father who suppressed the world's monks by himself and was known as the No. 1 father of the Daoist sect seemed to have returned after decades of silence.

……

The old celestial master walked down the mountain, at the age of 120 and four years old, but he went down the mountain like walking on the ground, like a crane flying into the sky, floating out of the dust.

But it didn't take long before he stopped.

Because a group of people wearing black cloaks and grimace masks appeared in front of them, with strange auras.

"One, two, three, four... ten."

The old master smiled slightly, and said: "You are from the Mara sect, right? There are only ten of you here, so you really look down on the old Taoist."

One of them stepped forward with a hoarse voice.

"Even if the leader came to Li Daoxuan to rescue the soldiers, we are ten Rakshasa under the leader's seat, all of them are late-stage yin gods. After the soldiers understand Dafa, they will be ten yang gods. Even if you are Zhang Zhiyan, you can't leave alive !"

"Old Heavenly Master, you are already getting old, you should go back to your Longhu Mountain and enjoy your old age in peace!"

"Hehe, everyone was afraid of you a few decades ago, but now it is no longer your era. The future is destined to belong to our leader, our Moro sect!"

They are all fanatical believers of Mo Luo, and they are not afraid of death. If Zhang Zhiyan really dares to break through, they will not hesitate to sacrifice their lives to perform the Dafa of military solution, and temporarily raise their cultivation base to the early stage of Yangshen.

The ten great sun gods, as long as Zhang Zhiyan has not crossed the catastrophe and became an immortal, they have the confidence to die with him!

The old heavenly master remained silent, just put his hand on the hilt of the sword, his silver hair fluttered, and the surrounding wind suddenly picked up, blowing his gossip Taoist robe rattling.

"Be careful, that is the most precious treasure of Longhu Mountain, the three-five-five evil male and female sword!"

"Quickly use your troops to solve Dafa!"

Blood-red rays of light erupted from the bodies of the ten men in black robes, and then their aura continued to rise, and they forcibly rushed into the Yangshen Realm at the cost of their lives.

The aura between them was faintly connected, and the bloody rays of light gathered together and shot straight into the sky. The passing birds just touched a little, and they instantly turned into bones.

Ten sun gods, this is a terrifying force capable of massacring cities and countries!
The old master shook his head and said: "Forget it, let's think of it as exercise before going to Luoyang."

Whoosh!
The golden light flashed, and the world was extremely fast, like a golden lightning split into the endless blood light, like a mad dragon jumping into the sea, a roc chasing the sun.

Tiangang's great supernatural power - golden light on the ground!
Before Shi Luosha could react at all, the scabbard had swung down and hit one of them on the head.

boom!
A head wearing a grimace mask was sent flying like a cannonball, smashing into pieces of trees, and finally smashed into a small mountain with a bang, and half of the mountain collapsed.

More than a dozen towering trees collapsed, raising a cloud of dust.

The old Tianshi shook off the blood stains on the scabbard, stared at the headless body that was lying on the ground trembling, and said calmly: "Why do you need to draw your sword to kill you?"

The other nine people looked at each other, and they could all see the horror in each other's eyes.

Killing a Yang God with one... one move?

Although they became Yang Gods with the help of military solution Dafa, they are also Yang Gods!

The old heavenly master looked at them, his calm gaze made them feel chills for some reason, and even gave birth to an urge to run away.

"Go together!"

The other nine rushed towards the old heavenly master together, with seals forming in their hands, ready to perform the secret technique.

The old celestial master's expression remained unchanged, and he no longer displayed any great supernatural powers of extending the golden light. He just walked towards them step by step, like an ordinary old man.

Several spells hit the old master, or blood mist, or black glow, or ghosts, or wraiths.

The old heavenly master didn't resist, and didn't even raise his eyelids.

Roar!
The wind suddenly picked up, and the sea of ​​clouds surged.

The phantom of a dragon and a tiger suddenly appeared around the old heavenly master, howling the wind and clouds, those magic spells all failed together at three feet away, and were scattered by the roar of the dragon and the tiger, turning them into invisible.

The old heavenly master has come to their side.

The scabbard rises again, like a mountain avalanche, smashing it down!

boom!
Blood and brains splattered, and the man in black's brain collapsed directly.

Step, step, step, step...

The old Tianshi's pace is quite slow, like an old farmer in the field, but there is a certain kind of wonderful dao rhyme, which is faintly consistent with some kind of mysterious Yili.

Step on the gossip, step on the gangster.

Those men in black robes wanted to distance themselves, but they were surprised to find that no matter how they dodged, they would return to the old Tianshi's side by 'accidentally', and voluntarily bumped their heads into the terrifying scabbard.

As if voluntarily dying...

boom!boom!boom!boom……

A series of dull impact sounds sounded, and each time the sound sounded, it meant that a Rakshasa in the early stage of the Yang God lost his head.

In just three breaths, there were nine bloody corpses on the ground.

The old heavenly master came to the last person, tapped his fingers, and was about to fall in front of his head.

"Don't kill me, I was wrong!!!"

The man had been frightened to the core, his eyes were full of horror, his body was trembling, and he chose to surrender.

The old heavenly master paused slightly with his fingers.

There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes, and he said: "I was wrong... I am willing to abandon the dark and turn to the bright... Taoist priest, don't kill—"

The old master flicked lightly, and his fingertips landed between his eyebrows.

boom!
The back of his head exploded suddenly, and blood and brains flew out more than ten feet away.

Pfft!
His body fell limply, and there was a hint of doubt in his gradually dimming pupils.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately. That's the monk's dogma. The old Taoist only talks about killing demons and demons, and doing justice for the heavens."

The old celestial master stood in a pool of blood, holding his sword in his hand, and his gossip robe was clean and simple, with no blood on it, fluttering slightly in the bloody wind.

He glanced sideways in the southeast direction, then waved his hands, and continued to walk in the direction of Luoyang. He was obviously unhappy, but he seemed to shrink into an inch, and disappeared within a few breaths.

Only the wreckage remains.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe that these miserable corpses were high and mighty Yangshen monks.

In the woods in the southeast.

Zhang Qianyang exhaled lightly, and put away the Taiyi Thunder Wood Sword in his hand.

As a monk in the mid-stage Yangshen, he couldn't hide the fluctuations in the battle here. He just arrived here and was about to help out, but in the blink of an eye, all the so-called top ten Rakshasa died.

The top ten sun gods are just one person.

The old man is really a sword that never grows old, and his demeanor remains the same as before!

"Don't worry, your father is just old, not dead."

The old man's words resounded in his mind again, making Zhang Qianyang feel infinite yearning and great confidence.

He smiled, relieved.

Let the common people in this world see the sharpness of the Celestial Master's Divine Sword again...

……

Luoyang City, White Horse Temple.

This place has been surrounded by heavy soldiers, no one is allowed to approach, not even the governor of Luoyang.

There is a very weird house in the temple, which is tightly entwined with ink fountain thread stained with black dog blood. Blows through, but doesn't make any sound.

The 'Buddha's mother' was imprisoned in the room. Her belly was getting bigger and bigger, and the power of the magic fetus was getting stronger and stronger. The strange magic energy even penetrated the room and affected people outside.

As a last resort, Li Daoxuan temporarily suppressed him with ink fountain lines and talismans.

He himself was sitting cross-legged outside the courtyard, practicing meditation.

The 1 acupuncture points all over the body are shining, receiving and guiding the essence of the great sun in the sky, refining it into the most refined and pure mana, and improving the way.

From a distance, Li Daoxuan's figure seemed to be shrouded in a layer of golden light, and even his hair seemed to turn golden.

In addition, the little flower god held his own little honey jar, silently counting the time, every half an hour, he would feed his father a drop of honey.

With the help of the "Huang Ting Ancient Classic" and Xiaohuashen, Li Daoxuan's cultivation base is advancing bravely every breath, which is almost ten times that of other Yangshen monks.

Although there is still some distance from the middle stage of Yangshen, it is already ahead of many monks in the early stage of Yangshen.

The decisive battle is imminent, and his idea is very simple, that is to improve his cultivation as much as possible!
This time, Moro must be killed!
　The old celestial master is down the mountain, robbing, quickly hand over all the tickets in your hands~
　　In addition, I would like to pay tribute to the great Chinese manga under one person.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)