Liaozhai: A Poor Monk Transcends to Immortal

Chapter 84
In winter, the warm sunshine melts the snow and ice, making the chill even more intense. Pedestrians on the street can't help but put on an extra pair of clothes.

Xu Zisu had been in the Jing Pavilion for more than a month, and seemed to be obsessed with the half volume of scriptures in the Jing Pavilion. Just when he put down a book, a fierce shouting came from his ears.

Just as he stood up, the sound of a broken door was heard.

"Little master, senior brother Yongliang, he is possessed by a demon."

Obsessed?

Xu Zisu frowned and walked out of the Jing Pavilion.

In the Sutra Hall, a middle-aged monk's blood surged all over his body, a violent aura rose up, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.

"Roar!"

A roar came out of its mouth.

"Amitabha."

Xu Zisu shook his head and sighed, why would he deceive himself?

I was still sitting in the sutra pavilion listening to the chanting of sutras. If nothing happened, it would be a lie.

He grabbed him from the air and photographed him in front of him. He slapped him with several palms in succession. A force of energy and blood dissipated from his body. Within a few dozen palms, his entire body was reduced to nothing.

Throwing it to the ground, his bloodshot and crazy eyes gradually returned to clarity.

After sensing that there was no energy and blood in his body, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anger and unwillingness.

Seeing this, Xu Zisu frowned slightly, but in the end he didn't care.

"Well done."

"You can go back and recite sutras. Don't waste Zen Master Jili's hard work."

Generally speaking, monks and warriors are the same, but why are they so violent?

The doubt in Xu Zisu's eyes flashed away, and then he didn't take it to heart. There was only a month left.

Just as he was about to return to Jing Pavilion, there was a knock on the door.

The welcoming monk opened the door and saw a familiar figure standing at the door.

"Little master, little master."

Zhu Jiusheng waved his hand at him.

Ok?
"Didn't the donor go home?"

Zhu Jiusheng sighed helplessly: "Little master, my wife passed away due to illness, and I ask you to perform a ritual ceremony."

Hearing this, Xu Zisu frowned and glanced at the main hall.
After a long time, he nodded.

As long as you go early and come back early, it shouldn't be a problem.

"Speak to the monks and the young monk will return in the evening."

"Yes!"

The welcoming monk bowed respectfully.

"Benefactor, let's go."

When the two of them left Ningzhou City, Xu Zisu mentioned Zhu Jiusheng and said, "Can you please show me the way to the young monk?"

Zhu Jiusheng pointed in a direction in astonishment, and felt a strong wind blowing on his cheeks. Looking down, he saw the white snow and the official road under his feet.

Flying?

Then a blush appeared on his face.

I heard in the morning that monks have the ability to fly into the sky and escape from the earth. I didn't expect it to be true. Being able to fly this time is a worthwhile trip.

Not even half a moment later, a city appeared at their feet.

"Here we are, here we are, Zhangyin County is at our feet, young master."

Xu Zisu frowned and looked at the mountains beside Zhangyin County, where wisps of Yin Qi were rising for a long time.

"Donor, who is Fang Dashan?"

"Little Master, that is Yin Mountain. Rumor has it that there are Yin soldiers appearing in it. It is a royal tomb. Of course, it is just a rumor. Let's go down."

It's very reasonable and can be seen,

I don’t know if it’s a royal tomb, but it’s definitely a dark place, and I don’t know if there are any living beings there.

After taking a deep glance at Yinshan, the clouds fell.

Zhangyin County is a thousand-year-old city with a long history, and the Zhu family has been a wealthy family in Zhangyin County for generations. Even the county officials of all generations have to worry about the Zhu family's face.

The clouds were falling, and there were only a few people on the roads in Zhangyin County. Most of them were walking in a hurry. What made him feel the most delusional was that it seemed as if he had entered Zhangyin County, and the chill was getting even worse. "Lead the way, the young monk needs to return early."

"Follow me, little master."

The high gate courtyard has three entrances and three exits, showing its rich heritage. Even if such a family were placed in the capital of Ningzhou, it would be a wealthy family.

Not far away, there is a straw shed.
Seeing Xu Zi looking solemnly, Zhu Jiusheng explained: "This is the place where my master, Bu Yi, serves porridge."

Xu Zisu nodded. Since ancient times, there have been many good people in this family, otherwise it would not have been possible for it to last for several generations.

"Little master, please wait a moment. I'll call the door right now."

As he spoke, he stepped forward and knocked on the door.

A few breaths later, a servant opened the door: "Brother Jiu Sheng, what are you doing?"

"Hurry and inform the young master that the young master has been invited back."

"So fast?"

Zhu Jiusheng hurried out the door early, and it was not yet noon, and he was already back from Ningzhou City?

Although he was confused, he still saw a young master standing at the door and hurried in.

"Little master, please."

There are white hangings everywhere in the house, and you can see the white things happening in the family.

Just as the two entered the second courtyard, a young man wearing mourning clothes came over.

"Little master, you are here."

"Amitabha."

"Birth, old age, illness and death are normal human processes. Please give me your condolences."

"Thank you for your condolences, young master. I'd rather invite you in the house."

There was a mourning hall in the main hall, so Zhu Yan welcomed him to the side hall. After a while, an old man walked in.

"I, Zhu Jishan, have met the young master."

"The old benefactor is polite."

Zhu Yan on the side praised: "Dad."

"Well, it's almost noon now. Young master, please go to the main hall after lunch. Yan'er, you will stay here with young master. Don't neglect."

"The boy knows."

The old man's face was a little haggard, and he left in a hurry after saying a few words.

In the afternoon,

After lunch, I came to the mourning hall, sat cross-legged and recited the scriptures for salvation.

Half an hour later, Xu Zisu opened his eyes in confusion and looked at the coffin in the mourning hall.

"Young Master, are you done?" Seeing Xu Zisu stop chanting and opening his eyes, Zhu Yan asked with jealousy.

After a long silence, Xu Zisu shook his head helplessly.

"Little master, what does this mean?"

"The monk's salvation scriptures are useless. This is the first time I have encountered such a situation."

"what?"

Zhu Yan couldn't help but be stunned. He thought the salvation was just a formality. Could it be true?
However, when you think about the young master in front of you who can slay dragons and save others, there doesn't seem to be anything surprising.

"Little master, what should we do?"

The salvation scriptures are useless. This is the first time he has encountered it. What's going on?
Isn't the person dead?

Xu Zisu frowned and looked at the coffins in front of him. They were all already buried, so it was naturally impossible.

Unless, the soul is not here.

"The young master is indeed an eminent monk." Not far away, Zhu Jishan looked at Xu Zisu and nodded slowly.

Xu Zisu asked in surprise: "Does the old donor know the reason for this?"

"My Zhu family has been in Zhangyin County for hundreds of years, and we still know some secrets." Zhu Jishan stroked his beard and looked at the coffin with love in his eyes: "My Zhu family is quite rich, even if it is placed in the Ningzhou Prefecture is also one of the best, young master, do you know why we don't move to Ningzhou City, but stick to this remote place?"

"Why?"

Zhu Yan also raised a curious gaze. It seemed that this was indeed the case. As long as he could remember, his father seemed to have never left Zhangyin County.

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