Liaozhai: A Poor Monk Transcends to Immortal

Chapter 129 Disappearance and Kendo (for subscription)
There was a huge flow of people outside Yunzhou City, and the sound of hustle and bustle was endless. A young monk walked through the crowd and entered the city.

"Cooking cakes, delicious cooking cakes, only two cents."

"Refreshing big pear, don't miss it if you pass by."

"Candied haws on a stick, sour and sweet candied haws on a stick."

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The cries of the street vendors were endless. Since it was noon, there was a ray of aroma wafting on the streets. Pudu walked into a restaurant and sat down, and the conscientious boy hurriedly came to greet him.

"Little master, what do you want to eat?"

"Just have some vegetarian food."

"Okay, little master, wait a moment, and I'll go get ready now."

After speaking, he turned and left in a hurry.

Pudu listened to the conversations of the guests around him to see if there was any news about Bai Su and Shitian. Unfortunately, most of the guests were talking about one thing.

The son of Yunzhou Prefecture Lord disappeared.

Needless to say, the parentage of the son of Yunzhou Prefecture Lord. The father of a Prefecture Lord can be said to have been born with a golden key in his mouth. Despite this, he did not develop an arrogant and domineering character. Instead, he was pure and kind. , often giving porridge and doing good deeds, it can be said that in this Yunzhou City, his reputation may be better than that of the prince.

But such a kind person disappeared mysteriously half a month ago, with no news from him.

The Lord of Yunzhou Mansion almost turned over the entire Yunzhou Mansion, but he still never saw his son.Therefore, I know that this matter is not simple, and it is probably the work of demons. However, there are so many demons in Yunzhou Mansion. Even if you are the son of the Lord of Yunzhou Mansion, you are just an ordinary person in front of the evil demons.

The most important thing is that even if the Demon Suppression Division takes action, there is nowhere to start without the slightest clue.In addition, a great Void Refining Demon appeared in the land of Yunzhou, and the human race was even more afraid to provoke the demon race easily.

Gu Er, Yunzhou Prefecture Lord said, if anyone can rescue his son, he can agree to three things, whether it is gold, silver or an official position.For a time, the entire Yunzhou Mansion was boiling. Even half a month later, the heat of this matter still has not subsided.

After learning about this matter, Pudu became a little more curious.

Missing mysteriously?

Interesting.

For a living person to disappear under the eyes of people in a city is enough to show that it was not the work of a mortal. What's more, he is the son of the prince, and his status is so high that ordinary people may not have the courage to do anything, and even ordinary monsters may not have the guts to do it. This courage.

After eating quietly, Pudu left the restaurant and headed towards the government office. However, he never expected that he would bump into an old Taoist.

I saw the old Taoist with white hair and a childlike face, carrying a long sword behind him, and a ray of sharp sword aura that was not concealed at all.

Sword repair!

Along the way, he met many sword cultivators, but those with such strength were extremely rare.

A Dacheng sword cultivator in the Purple Mansion Realm only needs to gather the sword's heart within his body and break through to the realm of perfection.

The art of sword cultivation is very deep and can be divided into sword shape, sword energy, sword intention, sword power, and sword way. The sword moves used in ordinary sword training are sword shapes. Once you are proficient in it, it can be called the first state of sword cultivation; sword training And accumulating sword energy is the second stage of swordsmanship.

As for the sword intention, it is a mysterious and unpredictable state. There is no need to rely on the sword in the hand, it is the sword in a moment of thought. A perfect sword cultivator can make everyone's head fall to the ground with the movement of his eyes.

The power of the sword can form a world of its own. In this world, sword cultivators are invincible. It cannot be measured by realm. Since 5000 years ago, no one has been heard of being able to reach this realm.

As for swordsmanship, it is more difficult than becoming an immortal. If you succeed in swordsmanship, you will have the ability to slay immortals. Even 5000 years ago, no one has ever heard of anyone reaching this level.

This is the five realms of kendo.

The old man in front of him has great energy. He is only one step away from condensing the heart of the sword and stepping into the realm of sword intention. By then, he may even be able to fight against the monks who transform themselves into gods.However, his sword energy is too strong, coupled with too many killings, he has already contained the evil spirit of the sword. If he wants to gather the heart of the sword, there is almost no chance. Unless he seals the sword and breaks the evil spirit, there will be a glimmer of hope.

When Pudu looked at the old man, the old man also frowned and looked at him. After seeing that he was a young monk in the Xuandan realm, he ignored him.After all, even the Zifu monks are just bigger ants in his eyes, let alone a young monk in the Xuandan realm.

I saw him walking towards the government office first and knocking on the door.

After a few breaths, a young man opened the door of the house. After seeing the old man in front of him, he felt tingling all over his body and his eyes were so red that blood flowed out. The old man snorted coldly and went straight into the house without paying any attention to the young man. Ya.

Seeing this, Pudu stepped forward and flashed Buddha's light in his hand, floating in the boy's eyes, and he immediately stopped wailing.But he didn't dare to open his eyes for a long time, as if he was afraid of being hurt again.

"The benefactor can open his eyes now."

Hearing Pudu's soft voice, he felt a sense of peace of mind, and then opened his eyes.

"Little master, but you saved me?"

"Haha, monks are compassionate, so the donor doesn't need to care."

"Thank you very much, little master, for rescuing me."

As he spoke, he glanced around a few times, then his expression changed slightly: "Little master, where is the old Taoist priest?"

Pudu smiled and said: "Of course I went in."

"not good!"

He exclaimed and hurriedly ran towards the house.

In the main hall of the government office, a middle-aged man with a square face was sitting on his head, with a trace of worry between his eyebrows.While he was lost in thought, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. When he looked up, he saw an old Taoist priest with white hair and a childish face.

After frowning slightly, he asked: "Who are you? Why did you break into the government office without permission?"

"The old Taoist is just an outsider. He is here just to get rid of demons."

Wang Shi's eyes flashed with light: "Master, can you rescue the dog?"

"Can!"

"I wonder what conditions the master wants to impose?"

"The old Taoist said that I am here only to eliminate demons and nothing else."

"Okay, okay, master, please sit down."

In the past half month, he has also met many people from outside the country, but most of them are liars or weak people. Although they are somewhat capable, they are just mediocre.The old Taoist priest in front of him could tell at a glance that he was an expert, and there were flashes of light in his brows from time to time. This kind of vision is definitely not something ordinary people can have.

After respectfully welcoming the old man to the guest seat, he called out the door: "Come here, serve tea."

At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps came over again: "Master, it's not good, it's not good, a wild Taoist priest just broke in."

He said anxiously without noticing that the wild Taoist priest was sitting next to him.

"Go down, don't worry about this anymore." He glanced at the old man and saw that he was not angry, so he was about to withdraw from the boy.

At this moment, the young man also caught a glimpse of the old Taoist at the side, and hastily closed his mouth, with cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Master, there is also a young master waiting outside."

little master?
Wang Shicong glanced at the courtyard with a frown, and indeed saw a figure wearing a white monk's robe standing there. He glanced at the old Taoist and saw that he had not spoken, and then waved his hand: "Let him in."

After Pudu came in, he was motioned by Wang Shicong to sit down, and then he looked at the old Taoist with a smile: "The Taoist Master is here, but what do you need me to do?"

"The veteran needs to know the whole process of how this happened."

"Okay, okay, this matter is simple. I will explain it to the Taoist priest in detail."

"This matter started half a month ago..."

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Half an hour later, when Wang Shicong finished speaking, both Lao Dao and Pudu frowned.

On weekdays, Wang Cheng's life was extremely rich, including academies, bookstores, brothels, gardens, government offices... As for when and where he disappeared, after half a month of investigation, some clues were gained.The last time he appeared was in the bookshop. It is not clear whether he left the bookshop or not.

Seeing this, the old man nodded, stood up and wanted to leave.

"Master, if you are in need, you only need to come to the government office to find me." He shouted to the old man who was leaving, but he didn't even get half of his stay.

After Lao Dao left, Pudu also stood up.

"Little master, are you leaving?"

Naturally, he wouldn't pay much attention to such a young and ordinary-looking little monk. When he saw him getting up, he wished he could leave as soon as possible.

"I wonder if the benefactor can take the little monk to the son's room to have a look?"

Wang Shicong frowned and glanced at Pudu, but still called for his servant.

"Take the young master to the young master's room for a visit. Remember not to tamper with the young master's things privately." Although he was telling the young man, his eyes glanced at Pudu inadvertently, and there was obviously a voice outside the screen.

"Yes, sir."

Under the leadership of the servant, Pudu came to a very clean room. In the room, besides books, there were all kinds of books, astronomy, geography, gods and strange things.

"Your young master is a book lover."

"That's right, my young master loves books very much and even writes when he has time..."

The boy seemed to realize that he had said the wrong thing and hurriedly covered his mouth.

The corners of Pudu's mouth raised slightly, but he didn't ask any more questions, but it's not hard to guess.

A serious scholar would not have so many miscellaneous books in his room. It may be said that he has covered a wide range of topics, but there are many more books about gods and ghosts than Confucian classics. From this, it can be seen that this guy is not a serious scholar. .

Coupled with the fact that the boy mistakenly said something about writing just now, everything became clear. This boy must be writing a novel.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, I didn’t expect that after time travel, I would still meet people from the same path. Could it be that this kid traveled through time?

Immediately throwing this thought out of my mind, I may have thought too much.

After looking around the whole room, he took out a strange book on the desk. After flipping through a few pages, he found that there were a lot of ink pens in it. He pulled out a few pieces of paper and the boy beside him looked slightly pale. If it changes, step forward to stop it.

"If you want to find your young master, don't disturb the young monk."

The boy hesitated for a while and then stopped.

I saw a poignant love story written on the paper. The story was unfinished, only half of it. I guess I didn't have time to write it. Moreover, in the pen and ink, there was a bit of envy and jealousy. An author was actually envious of the book he wrote. love.

Fun, fun!
After flipping through it, he clipped the paper back into the book and put it in its original place, not bad at all.

In addition to the books, there are also several paintings hanging in the room, but they are extremely rough. They were obviously painted by himself, and the painting skills are not too exquisite, and they are not even beginners, but they are somewhat like the illustrations in the books.

"Let's go, I'm afraid there are no clues here."

The young man secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. Although he had been discovered, as long as he didn't tell anyone, no one would know about it. Moreover, the young master was obviously not from Yunzhou Prefecture, so he would leave. After he left, who would be there? I know that the young master has secretly provided miscellaneous books to the bookstore.

In this world, novels are also popular, but they are written by down-and-out scholars. Those with higher knowledge have gone to participate in the imperial examinations. Only those down-and-out scholars may write some novels in exchange for money. In the eyes of authentic scholars, these are Scholars who exchange words for money are literati scum, and most of them are ashamed to be associated with them.

What's more, he is the son of Fu Jun. If word spreads, it will inevitably attract ridicule, and may also bring disgrace to his father, who is Fu Jun. Therefore, he has been doing this in secret.

I have to say that this is the power of hobby. If it were placed in the previous life, it is impossible to say that another great god would be born.

With the servant seeing him off, Pudu left the government office and walked towards the bookshop that Wang Shicong had mentioned.

Zhengyuan Bookstore,

They are not top-notch in Yunzhou City, but are mostly in the middle of the pack. However, because the books in the workshop are quite diverse, their income is pretty good.

Pudu walked into the bookstore, and the shopkeeper came up to him with a smile: "Young master, are you here to buy books?"

"just looking around."

"Little Master, please come here." The shopkeeper brought him to a bookshelf: "Little Master, this bookshelf is full of Buddhist scriptures. Little Master, you can take a look at it."

kindness?
There are actually copied Buddhist scriptures in the bookshop?
Pudu stepped forward and took out a volume. After flipping through a few pages, his eyes lit up. Sure enough, it was a Buddhist scripture, and it was a scripture that he had never read before. He stood aside and read quietly out of curiosity. As for the disappearance, he naturally left it behind. to the back of the head.

As time passed by, the sky gradually darkened, and the shopkeeper looked speechless. He wanted to induce the young monk to buy a few volumes of Buddhist scriptures, but he never thought that he would stand in the bookstore all day, which was a waste of time.

Glancing at the sky, the helplessness on his face disappeared, and a smile appeared again: "Little master, it's getting dark, and the shop is about to close."

Pudu slowly came back to his senses and looked away from the Buddhist scriptures, with a hint of curiosity on his face: "Donor, I wonder where these Buddhist scriptures were copied from?"

kindness?
He didn't even spend half a penny, but he still wanted to find out the news. This little monk had a good idea, and just when he was about to refuse, Pudu took out a silver ingot from his pocket and waved it in front of the shopkeeper's eyes. The shopkeeper's eyes suddenly lit up. .

"Hahaha, to tell you the truth, young master, the Buddhist scriptures in this bookstore are all borrowed from Guangyuan Temple in the city, and the master of Guangyuan Temple is very happy for us to copy Buddhist scriptures."

Guangyuan Temple?
Is there a temple in Yunzhou City?

"Donor, I wonder where Guangyuan Temple is?" asked the shopkeeper who handed the silver ingot to the shopkeeper.

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(End of this chapter)