Liaozhai: A Poor Monk Transcends to Immortal

Chapter 135 Two Sword Techniques (Please subscribe)

If he hadn't observed it carefully, he might have missed it.

This place is the Flower Tomb, and there is no stone tablet at the moment. The only thing weird is this flower, so he gave it a try.

The flower didn't seem to expect it at all. It emitted a brilliant light and was about to leave. Suddenly, it was held in the palm of a big hand emitting golden light. It struggled to get away.

No mana?

Feeling the struggling power of the strange flower in his hand, he couldn't help but be stunned.

strange?
Pudu looked over curiously and saw the flowers swaying, and a young girl's face appeared out of thin air.I didn't know it from the voice, but I didn't expect it to be a little guy.

"Are you the one who was talking to the monk just now?"

"Little monk, let go of this seat. This seat is the most precious treasure of the Spiritual Clan. Please let go of this seat."

After being discovered, he seemed to no longer cover up, and his childish voice resounded through the hall, even a bit harsh.

"Don't move, little monk, you have no intention."

Despite what Pudu said, the little guy still struggled.

After a moment, Pudu slowly let go of his hand, and the little guy turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the hall instantly.

"The young monk said that there is no malice at all. I am here just to be invited."

Facing Pudu's sincere voice, a small flower-like figure appeared in the sky out of thin air soon, like an elf in a flower.

"I can sense that you mean no harm, but I can't get close to you."

"Why?"

"If I were transformed by you, the spirit tribe in Baihua territory would leave. I am the last trump card on the orders of my ancestors. I am not allowed to leave this place unless my life or death is at stake."

Pudu frowned. No wonder he believed in him so much. It turned out that he didn't need to agree to the spirit race to leave this world.

Staring at the flower elf in front of him, a smile appeared on his face after a while.

"You may control the access door?"

"Can!"

"So good."

All you need to do is take it out and let it control the entrance and exit door, and the spirit clan can go in and out freely, and in this way, the treasure is still in the hands of the spirit clan, which can not only solve the problem of the spirit clan wanting to go out, but also solve the problem of the ownership of the treasure. It can solve the problem of them wanting to get out, which is simply killing three birds with one stone.

After telling the flower spirit about this, a flash of thought flashed across his face.

"no!"

Pudu looked bitter.

"Little guy, this is the most perfect solution."

"The ancestors of the Lingzu said that there would be a catastrophe after the Lingzu went out. Gu Er left them here. If they go out, wouldn't I ignore the Lingzu?"

"You can stay here for tens of thousands of years. As living beings, they have emotions, desires, and thoughts of their own. Being bound here every day is no less than being tortured in purgatory. Life is worse than death. Besides, they have their own choices. power, you don’t need to make choices for them.”

"There are only two choices before you now. One is to agree with the point of view I just put forward, and the other is for me to directly imbue you."

Pudu exuded a powerful magic power, and now he could tell that this guy only had the ability to fake the power of a tiger, but had almost no real magic power. It was easy to control her.

On the one hand, it is the responsibility of the ancestors of the Spiritual Race, and on the other hand, it is the compulsion of Pudu...
I saw him pondering for a while, and finally nodded.

"Okay, just as you said, the way in and out of this world is still under my control."

Purdue nodded upon hearing this.

Then he took the little guy out of the Flower Tomb space.

The moment Pudu appeared, a group of amateurs in palace makeup appeared in front of him. They looked at Pudu in surprise. It had only been a few hours since he entered the Flower Tomb. Is it so fast?

Although he had never entered it, he had also heard that there were only dead things in the space of the flower tomb, and no living things. He never thought that this little monk would have such a means.

"Little master, how about this?"

"This is not the place to talk. Let's find another place."

"Alright."

In a hall decorated with all kinds of strange and colorful flowers, the two of them sat down. Madam Gongzhuang just looked at him, her eyes full of doubts.

"I disappoint my senior. The young monk has not been recognized as his master."

When the woman heard this, a hint of sadness flashed in her eyes.

"Haha, it doesn't matter, the young master can come out alive. However, if this happens, the young master will probably stay here."

"Although the little monk didn't make him recognize the master, he brought him out."

kindness?
The palace-like lady couldn't help but be stunned, as if she had heard a hallucination, and looked at Pudu with horrified eyes.

There was still a bit of questioning in his eyes, as if he was asking what Shicai's words meant.
Brought it out?

What did you bring out?
Pudu smiled slightly: "Come out."

After the words fell, a bright light emerged, revealing the shadow of a flower.

After appearing, he stared at the palace makeup artist: "Are you the current Palace Master of the Spiritual Tribe?"

Hearing this, Pudu rolled his eyes.
Okay, I'm pretending again.

This voice was very majestic, like a big boss in front of him. If I guessed correctly, it should be the voice of a certain ancestor of the Spiritual Tribe.

When I heard it for the first time, I saw that amateur in palace makeup couldn't help being shocked, and then gave a respectful salute.

"Hua Lan, the master of Baihua Realm Palace of the Spirit Clan, has met the senior."

"Don't be too polite, get up."

After getting up, he looked at the scene in front of him with a complicated expression, slightly embarrassed.

You have never recognized the owner, but you can actually bring out the so-called spirit of the tablet. What kind of operation is this?
Why have I never heard of it?

Seeing that the atmosphere was gradually becoming silent, Pudu slowly opened his mouth and expressed his thoughts.

Hearing this, the amateur in palace makeup couldn't help but fall into silence.

If he had been trapped before, fortunately no one had restrained him, but if this happened, someone would have put a golden hoop on his head, greatly restricting his freedom.However, the advantage is that you leave yourself some room.

Is it better to settle once and for all, or leave a way for yourself?
While she was thinking, the floating flower spirit said lightly: "This is not to discuss with you, but to tell you. Otherwise, I will seal this place again after letting the little monk out."

The palace makeup artist smiled bitterly and said, "It's just as senior expected."

Seeing this, Pudu smiled lightly: "Since that's the case, this junior has fulfilled the promise. I wonder if I can go out here?"

"Young master, you can do whatever you want."

After Pudu left the hall, the flower spirit couldn't help but cursed: "This little monk is so shameless. He dares to threaten me. Little guy, teach her a lesson."

Gong Zhuang's face looked awkward: "Senior, the young master has some magical powers and is not an easy enemy."

Do you want to piss off your ancestor to death?
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The three scholars were talking to each other about their knowledge. The old Taoist sat cross-legged and was absorbed in the practice with his eyes closed. The sword intent burst out from his body. The three ordinary people only felt a little uncomfortable, but Pudu, who was walking towards him, saw the raging sword at a glance. Sword intent.If you want to condense the sword's heart, the sword's will should return to its original nature more and more, at least it will not be as sharp as this.

Wrong way!

From this point of view, it is not that the inheritance is cut off, but that there is no inheritance at all.

Shaking his head, he stepped forward and opened the door.

Hearing the sound, three eyes looked over.

"Little Master!" Song responded with a look of surprise on his face: "You are finally here."

"Haha, I kept the donors waiting for a long time."

"Little master, can we leave?" Three expectant eyes looked at Pudu, while Pudu smiled and nodded.

"Thank you so much, little master." The three of them said their thanks with excited expressions.

Pudu turned around and looked at Lao Dao, sighing leisurely: "Amitabha."

"Donor, practice is not about seeking instant success. Every drink and every peck is God's will. It's better to just follow fate."

The sound was loud, and when it fell into the ears of the old man, he was shocked all over, his face suddenly turned pale, and he slowly opened his eyes.

After seeing Pudu, he couldn't help but be stunned: "Is the young master back so soon?"

"The benefactor is worried."

Just as the old man was about to get up, he staggered and almost fell to the ground. Wang Cheng who was beside him rushed forward to help him.The old Taoist smiled bitterly and struggled to stand up.

"Thank you, little master, for speaking out to save me. If not, I would have been in danger of death."

"Don't be polite."

Pudu hesitated for a while, but chose to remind him aloud. As for whether to listen or not, this is not something he should consider.

"Although the donor's hard training in swordsmanship seems to be fine, the evil spirit is too strong and it is difficult to condense the sword's heart. Of course, it may also be due to the method that the donor practices. At the moment, the most important thing for the donor is not to condense the sword's heart, but to calm the heart. The evil spirit, if the evil spirit is not eliminated, it may be difficult to condense the sword heart in this life."

The old Taoist was shocked: "Little master, what do you mean by this?"

"The heart of the sword is clear and does not stir up dust. The way of sword proves the heart, but fellow Taoists are blinded by the evil spirit."

The old Taoist pondered for a while and thought to himself. It seems that it is indeed as the young master said. He has reached the peak of swordsmanship for many years, but it is difficult for him to go further. He thought it was because of his lack of qualifications. But now that the young master said it, it may have nothing to do with his qualifications. , but because he has been doing good deeds and killing demons for many years, he has indeed been contaminated with a lot of evil spirits.

"Please ask the little master to teach me!"

Under the incredulous gazes of the three people, the old man slowly bowed and saluted Pudu.The old man is the elder, this is a consistent concept, and I have never seen such a disrespectful behavior.However, in the world of cultivation, which is mainly based on cultivation, cultivation is the elder, and there is nothing wrong with this.

"It's very simple. The young monk has two methods. One is to seal the sword and cultivate the mind. When the sword's mind is clear, when the sword is drawn, don't move the sword rashly during this period;"

When the old Taoist heard this, although he said nothing, there was a look of embarrassment on his face. The sword cultivator could not move the sword. For him, this was not a practice, but a punishment.

"Little master, where is the second method?"

"Recite my Buddhist scriptures, cultivate my Buddhist mind, and use the Buddhist mind to eliminate evil spirits. In the whole world, I am afraid there is no way to remove evil spirits more easily than my Buddhist mind."

After hearing the second method, the old Taoist breathed a sigh of relief.Although he is a Taoist, there is no problem if he practices a Buddhist mental method. After all, he is still a sword cultivator, not a Buddhist monk.

"Thank you little master for clarifying."

Seeing that the old man did not feel uncomfortable or disgusted, Pudu smiled.It seems that there will be a sword repairer like Yan Chixia in the future.

"Okay, it's time for us to leave." Pudu said to the four of them.

Above the White Jade Square, a glorious light circulated. After seeing the people from Pudu, they couldn't help but complain a few words.

"Little master, I have one more thing to ask of you!"

"Senior, please speak."

"I hope that when the young master goes out, he can hold the picture of the fairyland in his hand and hand it back to me after I go out."

"good."

Then the two of them looked at the stream of light in the sky, and saw the elf-like figure flickering, the space around them flickering, and immediately disappeared into the realm of flowers.

Bailu Academy, Library Pavilion.

Five figures suddenly appeared. When a student who was pushing the door open saw this scene, he turned around and ran away, disappearing without a trace.

In the government office, an old man was sitting in the high hall. The person kneeling under the hall was Wang Shicong, the king of Yunzhou Prefecture. Cold sweat continued to flow from his forehead, and his face was full of despair. Three days had passed, and there was still no result. Inch.

Haha, if I had known this, I shouldn't have made this three-day agreement, but I also knew that it didn't matter whether it was made or not. After all, the Song family would not give him this opportunity.

"Cough cough cough."

The old man at the top coughed twice, and his head bowed even further.

"What can I say?"

Wang Shicong was trembling and unspeakable.

The old man at the top was about to speak, but was stopped by the middle-aged man on the side.

"Father, you have become an official. If you interfere in this matter, I am afraid that you will displease the court. How about a memorial above."

The old man nodded: "Well, you can handle this matter."

The cold light swept across the mansion master, and he slowly stood up and was about to leave, but he never thought that a figure hurried in.

"My lord, my lord, I have news about the young master."

Everyone in the hall was shocked, but the old man beckoned, "Let him in?"

After a few breaths, a scholar walked in.

Seeing Mr. Fu Jun kneeling in the hall, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"Sir, I went to the academy library today to find out the whereabouts of the young master."

The scholar didn't seem to see the situation clearly, and still spoke to Wang Shicong.

Wang Shicong was happy at the moment, but also a little uncontrollably afraid. His son was found, so what about the Song family?
Before he could ask, the old man at the head could not help frowning and asked.

"Is Song Yingsheng here?"

The scholar raised his head suspiciously and glanced at the old man above him, only to see an unfamiliar face. He was about to say something, but Wang Shicong scolded him: "Tell it truthfully."

He wiped away the cold sweat, fearing that this guy would say something to stab him in the back.

The scholar trembled all over and said hurriedly: "Yes, yes, there are five people in total. In addition to the young master, there are also Mr. Song and Li Qiao, as well as an old Taoist priest and a young monk."

Wang Shicong immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and quietly moved away the big stone hanging in his chest. He knew that his life was saved, and his position as king of the mansion should be no problem.

"Mr. Song, this Taoist Priest is the Immortal Chief who is here to find someone. If Mr. Song doesn't believe it, you can call here to talk about it."

The old man at the top nodded when he heard this: "If my grandson really comes back, then this matter will be dropped."

After he finished speaking, the middle-aged man beside him lowered his head with a gloomy look in his eyes.

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(End of this chapter)