I asked you to play a dungeon, why don't you just raise the BOSS here?

Chapter 301: The Decline of Eight Generations, what exactly is this illusory realm trying to say?

The cold wind is like a knife, and the snow is flying thousands of miles away.

Lin Xuan opened his eyes and found himself lying on a warm earthen bed.

The walls of the house were in tatters, barely able to keep out the wind and snow.

There were still many small cracks on the edges of the doors and windows, and the biting cold wind came in and whistled inside.

"What is the test for this time?"

Lin Xuan let out a sullen breath, lifted off the cotton-padded clothes and quilts that were covering his body, and sat up straight.

In addition to his own cloth shoes, there was also a coarse cloth luggage bag on the floor beside the bed.

A little old man with gray hair was curled up on his luggage and taking a nap.

The little old man was wearing thin clothes and had a small stove beside him.

If this information is correct, then the current time should be the era of Tang Xianzong or Tang Muzong.

"However, the environment is quite difficult."

I should be in a small northern town. Outside the window are low-rise residential buildings, most of which are covered with ice and snow, which makes people feel cold.

It can't be repaying a favor, right?
"Hahaha! It's too tacky to say thank you, so I'd better skip it."

Lin Xuan's thoughts moved slightly and he asked directly.

"Did I sleep for a long time?"

After going around for a long time, Lin Xuan still hasn't figured out what this trial is about.

"Huh?" The little old man was slightly startled, with some surprise in his eyes: "How did you, a young man, recognize me?"

Lin Xuan stepped off the Tukang, put on his shoes, put the cotton coat on the white-haired old man, walked to the window and looked at the snowy sky.

"But there is a sentence in it, 'We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we meet before', which is somewhat meaningful."

Lin Xuan cupped his hands as a courtesy: "May I ask the old gentleman what your name is? Thanks to the old gentleman for saving me this time, I should thank you."

Seeing Lin Xuan standing by the window, the little old man was stunned for a moment, then a hint of joy appeared on his face, and he said happily.

It should only be because of "respecting the Du and restraining the Li" that the old Master Han and Lao Bai were not able to deal with each other.

"Bai Juyi's literary talent is mediocre, but it's okay..."

"I'm getting older, but I still can't master this qi-nurturing skill. As the saying goes, you'll make mistakes if you talk too much, and the ancients don't deceive me."

This guy is quite good at referring to Sang and Huai, and directly uses "Qun'er" to refer to Yuan Zhen and Bai Juyi.

Even in later generations, only a few people such as Su Shi dared to comment on "Yuan Zhen's poetry is frivolous and Bai Juyi's poetry is vulgar".

Well, "Li Du's article is here, and the flames are endless. I don't know how stupid people are, so it's just a slander. It's ridiculous to shake a big tree like a fly, it's ridiculous..."

"Hmm, huh? Are you awake?"

But in a room that was like an ice cave, the heat emitted by the small stove was just a drop in the bucket and not worth mentioning.

"That's it. Thank you old gentleman for helping me!"

The little old man laughed and said, "You and I are both fallen people from the end of the world. It's a bit cliché to deliberately get to know each other. We might as well say goodbye."

There were several pieces of burning charcoal in the stove, making a soft crackling sound.

There are still many celebrities active.

That poem comes from Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing".

"Sir, you are a man of extraordinary magnificence. He should be regarded as a great scholar of the generation. I will make a bold guess."

The little old man slept very lightly, and he woke up in a moment and raised his head.

"This room is quite ventilated, so there should be no risk of carbon monoxide poisoning..."

As for those who dared to be so sinister and angry with Lao Bai at the same time as Lao Bai...

But fortunately, Lin Xuan's physical fitness is now roughly equivalent to that of a martial artist.

The little old man's brows relaxed slightly, and he looked a little proud: "There is no need to be overwhelmed by many arts. If we, the scholars, learn this Qihuang technique, it might not be useless."

"Since you know my identity, you also understand how inconvenient it is to travel with me. You might as well part ways with me."

"Seeing that you didn't wake up for a long time, I took it upon myself to give you a prescription and gave you some decoction."

The temperature outside is only about minus 20 degrees at most, so the impact is not big.

Lin Xuan's thoughts moved slightly and he asked tentatively: "Senior, is Mr. Chang Li?"

Although it is not possible to say that you are not afraid of severe cold, you should only feel the cold in extreme areas such as Antarctica and snow-capped mountains.

Han Yu shook his head and smiled. He took out a piece of silver from his bag. After thinking about it, he took off his cotton-padded clothes and said casually: "You can keep this money for your expenses. It's very cold outside. You can also wear this cotton-padded clothes. I'll let you go." I went to the store to buy another one, it should be here soon.”

Although many people are dissatisfied with Bai Juyi, Lao Bai's poetry level is still obvious to all, and not many people have the confidence to directly say that he is not good.

"I must have slept for two days. I passed by here the day before yesterday and saw you sleeping in the snow, so I asked someone to carry you over."

This little old man has a dignified appearance and a rather elegant temperament, but there is a hint of sadness in his eyebrows.

"It's interesting to say that one of my old friends wrote a poem a few years ago. The literary talent is mediocre, and the poem is very vulgar and superficial, and it is difficult to reach the level of elegance."

"To be honest, I'm a martial arts practitioner, and my blood is strong. These things are of no use."

Lin Xuan somewhat understood the idea of ​​Taixu Fantasy Realm, and said with a smile: "It seems that the old gentleman has something to hide, so feel free to tell me. Maybe I can help you a little and express my feelings."

While talking, Lin Xuan slowly walked to the center of the room and shook his body vigorously.

The blood all over his body surged like a waterfall, and the scholar's robe Lin Xuan wore suddenly swayed, like a flag blowing in the wind.

The next moment, strong winds swept through the room, like a typhoon passing through, making the walls crackle.

"This this……"

Han Yu looked a little dazed: "You look so polite, but you are actually a hero of the world."

"You can't be considered a heroic person, but if you have many skills, you won't be overwhelmed. If we, the scholars, learn some martial arts, it might not be useless."

"It's really good to learn some martial arts..."

Han Yu felt that these words sounded familiar and sighed: "Then why did I look like that when I met you before?"

"Maybe he went crazy at the time. This kind of thing is common among martial arts practitioners, so it's not surprising."

Lin Xuan felt the power flowing through his body and made an excuse at random: "Old sir, if you have any difficulties, you can always tell me."

After practicing martial arts, Lin Xuan also had the fierce fighting style of Fan Tianyin.

But what I usually focus on is purity and elegance. It’s been a long time since I’ve used physical strength alone to generate energy.

"Isn't it surprising that you are obsessed with it?"

Han Yu was a little unsure and decided not to dwell on the topic: "Everyone knows what I am doing, so there is no harm in telling you."

"Sir, please speak."

"There is a pagoda in Famen Temple. Inside the pagoda is a section of Sakyamuni's finger bone relic. The pagoda is opened every thirty years. At this time, the saint who opened the pagoda proposed to welcome the Buddha's bones in the palace and worship them for three days."

"This move was very popular, and the monks took advantage of it to make money. The princes, officials, and common people ran around giving alms. There were countless people who were ruined and bankrupt, with burning heads and arms, and they were asking for donations."

"I think that the Buddha was originally from a barbarian tribe. He did not understand the language of the Chinese land, and his clothes were made in a different way. He also did not know the meaning of king and minister, and the relationship between father and son."

"If the Buddha is still alive and comes to the capital on the orders of his country, the Holy Master will welcome him and give him some reward."

"But the Buddha has been dead for a long time now, and only the rotten bones are left, which is very evil and filthy. It is really ridiculous to waste people and money to bring him into the palace."

"In my opinion, you should throw those withered bones into water and fire to permanently eliminate the roots, end the world's doubts, and eliminate the confusion of future generations. Only then will you be happy."

"Therefore, I wrote this letter to remonstrate with you to welcome the Buddha's bones, but I didn't want to offend the Holy One. I was demoted to Chaozhou. Now I am traveling to Languan, and I am trapped in the dust."

Han Yu sighed, looking a little gloomy, and said loudly: "Where is Yun Heng's family in Qinling? The horse is blocked by the snow and blue."

"I see."

Lin Xuan understood in his heart, nodded and said: "Since the old gentleman was blocked by the wind and snow, I have nothing to do, so I will give him a ride."

This old Master Han's writing has been declining for eight generations, and his writing is naturally top-notch.

But when it comes to speaking, his emotional intelligence is not very high.

The remonstrance book even said that after the Eastern Han Dynasty, the emperors who served Buddhism were short-lived ghosts.

Li Chun, Emperor Xianzong of the Tang Dynasty, who believed in Buddhism, was so angry that he felt "long live, long live, long live". He almost gave Han Yu the death penalty, but was persuaded by the ministers to change it to a lower sentence.

However, from the perspective of future generations, Master Han was right...

If I remember correctly, a few months later Tang Xianzong Li Chun was stabbed to death by the eunuch Chen Hongzhi and others, and Prince Li Heng ascended the throne as Tang Muzong.

A short-lived ghost indeed.

"This matter is not that simple. I wrote in the admonishment book, 'If the Buddha has a spirit, he can cause misfortune. Whenever there is a disaster, it is better to attach it to the body of the minister, and God will show it, and the minister will not regret it'."

"Now that I am living well, it seems that the Buddha is a liar. Buddhists who are both emotional and rational will always look for me to attack."

Han Yu said calmly: "I am old and have lost sight of life and death, so there is no harm in burying my bones in Languan. You are young, but you don't have to die in vain."

"This world is indeed a bit unbearable."

Lin Xuan nodded: "But Mr., a famous minister and literary leader, no one else dares to mobilize an army to attack. If there are just a few assassins, I don't know who will die in vain."

The status of civil servants in the Tang Dynasty was far inferior to that of the Song Dynasty, and social security was also problematic.

Even when the world-famous poet Wang Changling passed by Haozhou, Lu Qiuxiao, the governor of Haozhou, was jealous of his talent and could ignore his official position and stab him to death on the spot.

Now that Buddhism has a high status, there is really no need to pay too much attention to Han Yu who has lost power.

"Although this is the truth, most of the assassins sent by those bald men are also elite."

"Since the old gentleman has put life and death at risk, just let me out of seclusion."

Lin Xuan smiled: "Now I am a hero, I am not afraid of life and death."

Han Yu: "..."

***
Languan Snow Land
Lin Xuan carried a red gun that was two feet tall and walked side by side with Han Yu through the snow.

The gun's light was like lightning, flashing with a ferocious light.

This was made by Lin Xuan himself in the town's blacksmith shop. Both the hardness and toughness far exceeded the limits of ordinary blacksmiths.

A few hundred meters behind the two of them, there was a small caravan of twenty or thirty people, following far behind.

"Seven or eight miles ahead, there is a small town where you can take a rest."

"It seems that my guess is wrong. Those people are still a little wary and don't dare to be too blatant."

Han Yu smiled and said: "The caravan was following us just now. I was still a little worried, for fear that it was a thief in disguise."

"The old gentleman's guess is correct. The caravan's traces in the snow are very shallow, and it is obviously empty."

Lin Xuan said calmly: "It's okay to do business on a snowy day, but hanging an empty car behind us obviously has bad intentions."

"Then why haven't they taken action yet?"

"Maybe seeing the size of my gun, I felt a little wary, so I decided to wait for the reinforcements that were ambushed in the town ahead to come and join us."

Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows: "It's almost time, I'll go meet them."

"About the time?"

"Walking in the snow will consume your energy. The old man's current condition should be far worse than when we just had enough to eat and drink."

Lin Xuan smiled and walked towards the caravan alone: ​​"If we do this, we will get twice the result with half the effort."

Han Yu: "..."

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

Seeing Lin Xuan approaching with a gun, the leader of the caravan stopped, holding a cooked copper stick in his hand, and shouted sharply.

"You've followed me all the way, and you still want to ask me who I am?"

"Humph!"

"It seems that you are not too familiar with each other. Did someone else offer a large bounty and you just accepted it regardless of life and death, so you got together?"

Lin Xuan's thoughts moved slightly and he said with a smile: "You leaders must all be monks, right?" "How did you know...you are so brave!"

The leader shouted loudly, jumped up suddenly, and hit Lin Xuan with a strong force of the cooked copper stick in his hand.

Lin Xuan took half a step back, stretched out his spear, and collapsed with his backhand.

The spear twisted in a shocking arc and collapsed on the wrought copper rod.

The leader screamed strangely, and the tiger's mouth exploded.

The next moment, Lin Xuan's gun twisted like a spiral and stabbed hard into the leader's heart.

Tai Chi Gun!

Although Lin Xuan didn't have much internal energy, he couldn't perform the endless cultivation technique of the God of War Illustration.

But there is no discount on the understanding of Tai Chi itself.

"The idea is prickly, everyone, be careful and get on shoulder to shoulder!"

Seeing that the leader was killed in one move, the remaining people were shocked and took out their hidden weapons.

With roaring energy, he suddenly rushed towards Lin Xuan.

"This line is quite retro."

Lin Xuan did not retreat but advanced. With a flick of his arm, the whole spear was like a poisonous snake, and it quickly pointed at a strong man holding a sword.

Taking advantage of the momentum, the big gun moved forward and stabbed the man in the throat.

There was a slight tearing sound, and the man's head was directly picked up by the spear, flying into the air with a rain of blood.

Dots of plum blossoms suddenly appeared on the white snow.

The head fell to the ground and the hat popped open, revealing the original bald head.

"He is indeed a monk."

The next moment, Zhangba's spear was spread out in the air, transforming into a thousand spear shadows.

The two big men who were outflanking him screamed like slaughtering pigs before they got close, and sprayed out blood.

"kill!"

The sound of crossbows sounded, and more than a dozen arrows shot towards Lin Xuan like a storm.

No one expected Lin Xuan to be so strong.

In just one face-to-face meeting, they killed the best martial arts people one by one.

The remaining people immediately gave up their little thoughts and started to share the same hatred.

"This feels quite real..."

Lin Xuan's spear turned, using Tai Chi's circular energy, and blocked half of the bows and arrows.

Then, Lin Xuan felt pain in his left shoulder and right leg, and his body became slightly stiff.

This is the pain of a bow and arrow entering the flesh and being blocked by the bones.

Without thinking much, Lin Xuan suddenly lunged forward and swiped the spear forcefully.

Screams rang out, and suddenly several more big men were swept away by Lin Xuan in the air. Their bones were broken, their muscles were broken, and their flesh and blood were blurred.

At the same time, a big man in yellow used the Ditang sword technique, rolling like a fox on the snow, and appeared next to Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan swung his spear, knocked the big man's long knife away, and stabbed it into the big man's chest.

The big man roared, hugged Lin Xuan's right foot, and died.

"Is it so fierce?"

Lin Xuan's body froze slightly, and there were several long knives around him that cut off his shoulders and head.

Lin Xuan waved his two-foot long spear, swept the long knife away, and then threw it with all his strength.

The spear was thrown through the air like a meteor, piercing the chest of a leader who was about to release a signal arrow.

With all his remaining strength, he lifted up the opponent's body, flew several meters away, and nailed him to the ground.

"This guy's gun is gone. Let's get close to him and kill him."

A group of big men are also elites. Everyone has several lives in their hands and they are not afraid of death.

Seeing Lin Xuan's bravery, everyone was aroused and pounced on him one after another.

"This wave of blood profit..."

Amidst the roar of the dragon that resounded throughout the world, Lin Xuan pushed forward with both palms and rolled forward with a "Shocking Hundred Miles" move.

Like thunder on the ground, the explosive sound of thunder exploded in everyone's ears.

The energy of yin and yang moves through both palms, generating thunder that can shake hundreds of miles!

The yin and yang of Lin Xuan's palm gathered together, like a wind dragon, sweeping away in all directions.

A strong man was so shaken by the force of his palm that his muscles and bones were broken and he was thrown out of thin air.

Blood spurted out continuously, and the blood redness on the ground expanded rapidly.

"I'm lucky, it went pretty smoothly."

Lin Xuan turned his body and beat the two Lao Liu to death who were running towards Han Yu. He stopped and pulled out the arrows from his body.

In less than a cup of tea, except for Lin Xuan and Han Yu, there was no one alive around.

"you you you……"

Han Yu was stunned: "Are you okay?"

"It's just a skin injury."

Lin Xuan moved for a moment and pulled out the spear.

"Skin injuries..., ahem, how did you kill them all in the end?"

"It's a set of palm techniques called the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon."

Lin Xuan smiled: "I haven't used it for a long time, but fortunately it's not unfamiliar."

"I understand!"

Han Yu's eyes flashed: "You deliberately used that spear to pretend that you were not good at close combat and lured them closer. In fact, what you are best at is close combat?"

"Isn't this normal?"

Lin Xuan looked at the mountain road in the distance: "They have a large number of people, and they have bows and crossbows. If you don't have to be careful, I may not be able to protect the old gentleman."

"I am dragging you down."

Han Yu sighed: "Let's go to the town. Your injury needs to be taken care of at least."

"It's not over yet..."

Lin Xuan looked away, took a few steps forward, and looked toward the end of the mountain road with a spear.

The next moment, there was a thunderous sound of horse hooves like a storm.

A team of more than a hundred horse thieves broke into the tranquility of the snow and swarmed in.

"Archers, get ready, nock your arrows!"

Seeing the corpses scattered around, the leader of the horse thieves showed a look of shock and anger, reined in his horse a hundred meters away, and shouted.

"Yes!"

More than fifty archers drew their strong bows like the full moon, and fifty arrows shining with cold light were aimed at Lin Xuan and the two of them.

"How can ordinary horse thieves be so strict? If they are not under the command of several Jiedu envoys, they are also elite monk soldiers."

"I didn't expect that in order to kill me, there was such a huge outcry."

Han Yu sighed and seemed a little uninterested: "Little brother, you are very skilled in martial arts, so let's go."

"If I had to leave, I would have left long ago."

Lin Xuan shook his head slightly, mopped the floor with his long spear, and walked forward slowly: "This time, we should be in harmony with Buddhism, but to do this, it can be regarded as a trick of fate."

"How dare you speak arrogant words even when you are about to die!"

The leader of the horse thieves was furious and shouted: "Fire a volley of arrows!"

Densely packed arrows shot through the air, strong winds blew, like a black tide, shooting towards Lin Xuan from all directions.

Lin Xuan swung his spear, drew half a Tai Chi seal, and then stopped.

There is no need for him to take action anymore.

If there is no time, the sound of the flute sounds from nowhere, turning into a heaven and earth net made of sound waves, spreading across the sky and the earth.

The arrows all over the sky were chopped into powder while they were still in the air, and disappeared.

The sound wave rolled forward like a sea wave, and more than a hundred dumbfounded horse thieves screamed at the same time and disappeared into thin air.

The fairy wind surged and turned into colorful flowers everywhere, covering the entire snowfield like a carpet.

The flowers are so beautiful!
"..."

Han Yu was stunned for a moment, then sighed thoughtfully: "Xiang'er, have you become an immortal?"

"Even if you achieve the immortal status, you should never forget your love."

The breeze blew and turned into a graceful young man holding a flute.

The young master sighed softly and bowed deeply to Han Yu and Lin Xuan: "Xiao Ke Han Xiang, meet my uncle, thank you Daoist Lin very much!"

"Good! Good to you too!"

Han Yu nodded, with some relief in his eyes.

"This time, Fellow Daoist Han hastily intervened. There must be some price, right?"

Lin Xuan returned the salute and frowned.

"Xiao Xian doesn't know why Fellow Daoist Lin's trial turned out like this. I think it was destined..."

Han Xiangzi shook his head: "My dear fellow Taoist Lin, all his actions have won my heart. All the frustrations in my heart have been dissipated, and my thoughts are clear. I have been punished by the Great Heavenly Lord this time, and I have no regrets."

"Fellow Taoist, please take care of yourself."

Lin Xuan nodded and saluted Han Yu again: "Mr. Han, take care."

Thunder breaks out from the ground!
The next moment, thunder rolled down from the sky, tearing the illusion into pieces.

"In the past, Han Wengong was involved in Buddhist cause and effect, but he suffered backlash and died of a serious illness."

"Xiao Han didn't get permission from the Great Heavenly Lord and was unable to come down to earth to save him. He has been depressed for hundreds of years. The sound of the flute is so sad that even I can't listen to it."

"Now Brother Lin's trial has made Xiao Han think clearly, and he seems to have some enlightenment."

Zhong Liquan let out a sullen sigh: "Speaking of it this way, we Eight Immortals owe someone a favor."

"You can find a chance to repay the favor, but what exactly is this test about?"

Tieguai Li stared at the broken picture and murmured: "Why does the old cripple feel that something is not right?"

"Originally it might have been a 'letter', roughly a promise of a thousand pieces of gold and a life without regrets."

Zhong Liquan hesitated for a moment: "However, I also feel... something isn't right. This illusion seems to contain a lot of private goods..."

"The old cripple was right, this time it's almost time to say 'destroy the Buddha'..."

Tieguai Li smiled bitterly and said: "Isn't the relationship between the Great Heavenly Lord and Lingshan pretty good? Why did this happen all of a sudden?"

"It may involve Brother Lin's Tao, which is not exactly what the Great Heavenly Lord meant..."

"Of course, the actions of the Great Heavenly Lord have always been unpredictable, and it is not for you or me to make wild guesses."

Zhong Liquan sighed: "The next few tests should all ask questions, so keep reading."

(End of this chapter)