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Chapter 223 Myth's Extinct Vessel...The Sword Holder
"Donglin Temple?"

Liu Zian was stunned for a moment, with a suspicious expression on his face:

"How can there be such a rare sword art in this ruined temple that deceives the ladies? Is that unreliable Donglin Temple master pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?"

The old swordsmith looked into the distance, narrowed his eyes and said:

"The inheritance of mythical Qi practitioners in Donglin Temple is indeed broken, but..."

The old man paused, shook his index finger towards Liu Zian, and pulled the corner of his mouth slightly:

"You still don't allow people's ancestors to be rich? In the Southern and Northern Dynasties, the status of this temple was even higher than that of Zaoshan, Yuqing Pavilion, which is one of the three Qing Dynasty in the south of the Yangtze River and the most deeply involved in the world today."

Liu Zian was speechless for a moment, looked sideways at Dagu Mountain, and frowned slightly.

It seems that before reflecting on whether he spoke too loudly with that master Shandao, what if he is really a peerless master?It seems that the more I think about it, the more likely it is. What's wrong with Master, who is lustful and greedy for money? He has no shortcomings, so he is still called a master?

Seeing the embarrassment and fear on Liu Zian's face, the old swordsmith shook his head:
"Don't worry, although Donglin Temple has kept burning incense, there are no orthodox Qi practitioners now, and it has been reduced to an ordinary famous temple in the south of the Yangtze River.

"No one absorbs the human incense that this Lotus Sect's ancestral home has accumulated for many years, but it makes a bunch of monks passing by outside the door envious.

"If you offend someone, there is no need to be afraid."

Liu Zian let out a little breath, turned his head, and asked curiously: "How did the old man know about this because he has stayed at home for so many years?"

"Last time, this old man chatted for a while with the handsome and dumb girl passing by. She told me that this little girl treats people with sincerity, but unfortunately she is dumb."

Liu Zi'an nodded, and asked in pursuit:
"How did the old man get this rare sword formula? I heard from Boss Li in the afternoon that the sword formula prepared for Wei Shaoxuan by Wei Wangfu is probably related to the 'Emperor Wen' in the court's hands. "

Liu Zian's face was thoughtful:
"You said before that every time a tripod sword is born, a sword formula is born, this thing is so rare, Wei Shaoxuan is not very prepared for us, and it is probably because of the consideration that we are hard to find the sword formula.

"I didn't expect the old man to have everything you need. It's so unexpected. It's just...God help me."

Liu Zian looked at the calm old swordsmith with a complicated expression.

If it hadn't been for being suppressed by that Ouyang Lianghan recently to become a turtle grandson, and he was full of anger, making people wonder if it was a hit, he would almost have thought that he was the son of destiny in the dark. Someone offers a pillow.

Wait, maybe, this has been aggrieved for a long time, and the timing will change?
"The old master's sect had some connection with Donglin Temple."

The old swordsmith was vague, as if he didn't want to mention more, he suddenly took out a thin booklet with a gray and black cover and threw it to Liu Zian casually.

The latter quickly took it with both hands, as if he had found a treasure, and opened the old page, only to see that it was full of Sanskrit, which seemed to be an unknown Buddhist scripture.

"This is the sword formula of Donglin Buddhist Temple... Thank you, old man!" Liu Zian murmured softly with hot eyes.

The old swordsmith watched coldly, raised his head and took a sip of the wine, wrinkled his face red, seemed a little drunk, and told a secret:
"The sword formula was born with the cauldron sword, so the first person to hold the sword is very important.

"The reason why a vigorous person who is close to the aura of the Cauldron Sword can directly obtain the recognition of the master of the Cauldron Sword after reaching the most basic and most malleable ninth-grade cultivation base condition, without the assistance of sword tactics.

"Because a person with a lot of energy is born with the way of the cauldron sword corresponding to a certain mouth, it is like knowing it from birth, and he can learn it without a teacher. Later, he can even create his own sword formula.

"So most of the sword formulas that have been handed down in the world were created by the first sword-wielder with a mouthful of a tripod sword, and left to future generations. It can also be regarded as a chance given by God to those who are not vigorous to become sword-wielders.

"The tripods all come from mythology, and they have the same origin. There are naturally some mysterious feelings between the tripod swords. The new tripod sword has not yet been born. In addition to the powerful people, you can also use other tripod swords. Acknowledging the master and being promoted to Juemai, the sword wielder, can be regarded as a new path."

Liu Zi'an couldn't hide his joy, nodded heavily, put the Sanskrit sword formula in his hand into his arms, and bowed to the old swordsmith:

"The old man's kindness to rebuild, I will never forget it."

The old swordsmith raised his head and drank alone. Liu Zi'an thought that the old man didn't want to pay attention to his nasty words, but he didn't expect that the next second, the old man suddenly put down the jug, and said for no reason:
"That stab in the back of yours was really good, even if you didn't end up with it in the end, but Liu Ziwen's feeling that life is worse than death, heh, it's really hard to die, this old man loves to watch it most."

Liu Zian's face was stunned, as if he hadn't thought of why he suddenly mentioned this matter,

He was silent for a while, did not reply, his eyelids drooped, staring at the ground and said:
"What else does the old man like to watch? I'll see if I can do my part."

"What else do you like to watch?"

The turbid wine leaked from the corner of his mouth to the white beard, and he put down the wine jar, the old swordsmith muttered, chuckled and remained silent.

Liu Zian didn't care either, turned his head and glanced at the silent sword furnace room, and then looked up at the old swordsmith's half-smile.

Taking advantage of his good mood, he asked in a low voice:

"Mister, you haven't told me yet, its real name..."

"What are you in a hurry?"

The old swordsmith turned his head and asked: "I can't wait any longer? On the fifteenth day, I will tell you."

Liu Zian nodded helplessly.

The old swordsmith turned around and walked to the edge of the lawn. He seemed to ignore him and drove people away.

Liu Zian stood where he was, hesitantly did not leave, he hesitated for a moment, and asked:

"Does the old man have any other whereabouts of the sword formula?"

The old swordsmith pouted, "Find it yourself."

Liu Zian smiled awkwardly, frowning in confusion:

"The old man once said that the bottleneck of the sword-holder must be broken by the sword art, and the sword art is born with the tripod sword, and the tripod sword is cast by the tripod. I have always been curious about a question, which comes from mythology' How many mouths are there in the tripod?"

The old swordsmith asked back: "How many grades are Qi practitioners?"

Liu Zi'an was awe-inspiring for a moment, nodded slowly, and then asked seriously:
"In this world, is there still a tripod that has not been forged into a tripod sword? Doesn't that mean that there are still sword formulas that have not yet appeared in the world? Then... how many times did the old man make it?"

The old swordsmith shook his head and did not answer, he sighed:
"That's why it is called the end of the myth. At the end, it is a dead end."

"But it's extremely powerful!"

Liu Zian whispered to himself, and was about to turn around, when a number suddenly came out of his mouth:

"seven?"

The old swordsmith said coldly:

"So what about seven? What about eight? Even if it's a dead end, can you really walk to the end of the sword-wielding man's dead line? Before you hold the sword, you're just worrying."

Liu Zian's face was a little stiff, he nodded, and said nothing.

The two turned their heads tacitly, and looked down the mountain from the lawn halfway up the mountain. Most of the lights in Wanjia in Longcheng County on the other side had already been extinguished, and only a few sporadic lights were on.

"It's getting late, I'm going to retreat first, the old man should go to bed earlier."

Liu Zian saluted and said goodbye.

The old swordsmith looked sideways at Liu Zian, and asked unexpectedly:

"The day after tomorrow will be fifteen, Liu Zi'an, the old man sees you, there is no spiritual energy fluctuation in your body yet, you have time...to be promoted to the ninth rank?"

Liu Zian smiled without saying a word.

The old swordsmith put down the wine jar from his mouth, and asked with great interest: "Which path is it the spirit enlightenment and qi refining technique?"

Liu Zian touched the sword formula in his arms, and smiled apologetically:
"On the fifteenth day, give the old gentleman a surprise."

After saluting, he left straight away.

The old swordsmith looked at Liu Zian's back, his cloudy eyes were thoughtful.

……

Liu Zian left the halfway up the mountain, walked out of the lawn, and walked down the mountain.

On the mountain road, he tilted his head slightly and glanced sideways in the direction of Longshoutai where some kind of ceremony had been held at the beginning.

"Defeated and ruined... Ten times the reward..."

The weak murmur of the sickly young man was blown into pieces by the mountain wind.

Looking back, Liu Zian's face returned to calm, and he was about to return to the Liu family mansion and re-deduce the plan again, but at this moment, a familiar figure appeared in his sight.

"Third brother? Why are you here?"

Liu Zian looked at it curiously.

Liu Zilin was still wearing white filial piety, which has not been changed yet, but these days, the injuries he was punished by a young county magistrate have completely recovered, and he looks much more energetic.

Liu Zilin came forward, scratched his head, choked up and said, "Second Brother, I..."

"Are you going to pay homage to elder brother again?"

Liu Zian turned his head, pointed to a dark place on the mountain and asked.

Liu Zilin's eyes turned red again, he lowered his head and sobbed for a while, then raised his head with restraint, and said to Liu Zian who was silently watching him:
"Second brother, elder brother treated me the best. He didn't scold me for any mistakes I made in the past, he only taught me...why did I die at the hands of that despicable person? Second brother, I figured it out in front of elder brother's grave these days There are so many things, I was really naive and ignorant before..."

Liu Zian sighed, stretched out his hand to wrap his arm around the third brother, patted his shoulder, and said solemnly:

"Man, what are you crying for? Let's avenge any blood feud, not mother-in-law, understand?"

"Yes, brother!"

Liu Zilin clenched his fists, with veins popping out of his forehead, and glared at the direction of Luming Street, Longcheng County, down the mountain.

In front of Liu Zian, with hatred on his face, he slapped his chest fiercely:
"If you don't avenge this revenge, you swear you won't be a human being! Just let you play around for another day, and I, Liu Zilin, will definitely pay for it with my own blood!"

Liu Zian glanced at the direction of the dark grave in Liu Ziwen Cemetery calmly, nodded slightly, and praised in his mouth:
"This is the son of my Liu family!"

Immediately afterwards, Liu Zian took Liu Zilin to Liu Ziwen's tomb and paid homage.

The two brothers went down the mountain together. On the way, Liu Zilin said solemnly:
"Second brother, as long as I take revenge, I will obey you!"

Liu Zian nodded, glanced at the third younger brother who seemed to be quite stable, and suddenly asked:
"Let you lead someone to follow, how is the situation?"

Liu Zilin nodded his head heavily, his face showed a ferocious look, his eyes were bloodshot and he said:

"Don't worry, second brother, Liu Fu and I are watching, people can't escape, there are no accidents there for the time being, second brother don't worry about big things! Everyone is waiting for the [-]th day, and we will open the market with second brother! Revenge for revenge, revenge for resentment!"

"That's fine."

Liu Zian smiled.

Liu Zilin also smiled.

……

"Yawn—yawn—! Cough cough cough."

Ouyang Rong sneezed twice, immediately tightened his thin cardigan, and rubbed his slightly congested nose with two fingers.

No one is around to take care of her, and she has been eating and living casually these days, and she has caught a cold.

I have to admit that the life of a feudal lord with maids warming the bed is indeed a bit depraved.

A certain person's thoughts were mixed, and he thought for no reason.

This is a room on the second floor that smells like sandalwood in a courtyard on the southeast side of Donglin Temple.

It was pitch black in front of the slightly hard bed.

Ouyang Rong stood up suddenly, and slightly opened the carved window casement with both hands.

"Chi Chi Chi Chi -"

The buzzing of summer insects in his ears was louder.

"At three o'clock, Xiufa Xiudu and the others should all be asleep, it's time to go, Ouyang Lianghan, if it's past fifteen, the little junior sister might come back.

"Stop moaning, wasn't it very fast when you came out of Meilu Garden yesterday? Why is it that the closer you get to the underground palace, the more difficult it is for you to lift your feet?"

In the darkness, Ouyang Rong bowed his head and said a few words to himself, then turned around abruptly, picked up the prepared baggage, went downstairs lightly, and pushed open the gate of Sanhuiyuan.

Yesterday he went up to the temple in a low-key manner. After dealing with Master Shandao, who loves to enlighten everyone, he quietly returned to the Sanhui Temple where he was bedridden to recuperate.

It can be regarded as where it starts and where it ends.

Ouyang Rong closed the courtyard door, put the key lightly on the ground in front of the door, turned around, and left without looking back.

At this moment, the bright moon hangs high, the night is still, and the Beitian Jiyangyuan of Donglin Temple is also full of darkness.

Ouyang Rong went all the way around to the monk on duty to play lanterns, and walked into the backyard of the Jiyangyuan, climbed over the stone fence, and came to the dark dry well.

Still the old way, hanging on a rope, slowly sliding from the mouth of the well into the underground palace below.

There was a light "bang", and the sound slowly echoed in the claustrophobic underground palace.

It was Ouyang Rong's toes that reached down and stepped on the edge of the lotus pedestal.

After landing successfully, Ouyang Rong rubbed his red palms and looked around.

The Jataka murals of the four-faced Buddha, the central lotus pedestal, and the moonlight falling from the mouth of the well.

"Everything is the same..." He whispered sadly.

In the Pure Land Palace, not far from the central lotus pedestal, suddenly a dark figure stood and approached Ouyang Rong.

Ouyang Rong's face was not surprised, and he turned his head silently.

"I don't know the master" Xiuzhen slowly walked out of the darkness, one step away from the moonlight falling from the mouth of the well.

The crazy monk who was woken up probably thought that his juniors and brothers had brought food, but when he saw Ouyang Rong standing in the moonlight, his haggard face froze for a moment, and his palm that was halfway out to receive the food stopped.

Seeing this, Ouyang Rong immediately lowered his head, and began to grope around his body and baggage with both hands. After a while, a look of apology appeared in his eyes, and he whispered:
"Sorry, I forgot to bring you something to eat...Speaking of which, during the day I deliberately went to find the dumb girl and the old Taoist priest. Maybe they were discharged from the hospital and couldn't find anyone. Thinking about it, we are the only ones left here. old friend."

Xiuzhen looked up at the mouth of the well, then at Ouyang Rong, with a surprised expression on his face, he made the old gesture of pointing to the sky and pointing to the ground, with a serious tone:

"Amitabha, benefactor, this place is the pure land of lotus flowers, and above it is the endless hell! Come here quickly, don't stand there, it is too close to the endless hell!"

Ouyang Rong paused with a hand that was taking something out of his bosom, and after a moment, he slowly raised his head and looked at the unknown master Xiuzhen.

While his eyes were calm, there was a little tiredness.

Trying to show a smile, nodded:
"The master is right. I should have listened to the master's words long ago. I was stupid before, and I foolishly climbed up that night, and misunderstood the master."

Xiuzhen saluted with joy:
"Amitabha, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, if you turn your back and stay on the shore, you are also the root of the wisdom of the donor."

After speaking, the haggard monk who had been hiding in the pure land for a long time happily took out something from his bosom, as if there was something delicious to share with those who had the root of wisdom.

Ouyang Rong smiled, didn't look at him much, and slowly turned to a lotus pedestal in the center of the underground palace...

(End of this chapter)