Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 106

The towering courtyard walls with mossy green tiles and gray loom in the mountain road, and there is a firewood gate hidden by green bamboos.At this time, you only need to push it a little hard, and you can walk into the ancient Taoist temple and smell the rising smoke.

After experiencing the turmoil of that night, Jiang Wen was full of vigilance towards things with fragrance, and always felt that something ominous could be smelled from them.

Walking close to the main hall, the cold wind quietly surrounds the room, and the sound of chanting sutras can be faintly heard.

Even though they were nearly attacked by soldiers that night, the behavior of the White Lotus Sect was more upright than that of the Qing soldiers, and they did not do any nasty things such as scraping gold powder and searching their stomachs, so the clay statues in the hall could still enjoy the incense with their eyes slightly closed. Not surprised but also with a little luck.

Jiang Wen sent his apprentices to play in the courtyard, walked into the main hall by himself, and instantly saw the old Taoist priest bowing his head and chanting.Looking from behind, his gray hair looks like a weathered pine.

"Jiang Wen."

Before he could speak, the old Taoist seemed to have eyes behind his back, calling out his identity.

"Really, don't come here unharmed."

The two greeted each other tacitly, and fell silent.Jiang Wen sat casually on the futon, looking at the top of the Sanqing Hall in the Taoist temple, and slowly counted the number of rafters above.

I don't know if this long-standing hall has a spirit, whether it knows that there will no longer be little Taoist priests wearing ill-fitting Taoist robes, pretending to be old-fashioned and asking pilgrims about their visits every day.

And Jiang Wen couldn't see that kid who was pestering him all day to read and listen to strange stories.

Yuan Huazi recited the scriptures once, added sesame oil to the oil lamp, and when he got up to get incense, he interrupted Jiang Wen's reverie.

"Jiang Wen, your health seems to have improved a lot."

Jiang Wen nodded, leaned on the futon without getting up, stretched out his left hand and held it intently, a powerful suction was born out of thin air, and he took a handful of incense sticks in the air.

"Speaking of which, it was a blessing in disguise. My zhenqi disorder has healed much better than before. Although I still have some scruples when I really do it, I can already recover a little bit of success every day."

As the saying goes, playing the erhu with full blood, and the whole picture of the wave of residual blood, Jiang Wen was very satisfied with his ability to recover a success by accident, at least it was easier to hit people.And a certain Heavenly Sword that looks awesome is not as good as himself.

The general formula of Dugu Nine Swords was too empty. That night, he chopped off Wang Mang's withered head on the corpse wall with only one sword.

The snail of the phantom mirage seemed to want to cut off its tail to survive. It sprayed out with a foul-smelling mucus like blood, and it burned into Jiang Wen's skin instantly when it couldn't dodge.

Jiang Wen didn't expect that the elixir was dangerous when taken internally, and the liquid applied externally was also extremely poisonous.In just a moment, the spores on Jiang Wen's body spread and drilled in, and the bodies that were on the verge of collapse seemed to have their own consciousness, and each wanted to fall apart.

However, the elixir of life's most terrifying dissolution of the five viscera and the sloughing of the green qi were eaten by Jiang Wen's body.

Although the Hongyang Shengtong's skill is pure, he only practiced the Heavenly Master's Pill Breathing Technique hard, and the body-protecting qi cannot protect the lungs and internal organs.But Jiang Wen possessed countless internal skills, among which there was no shortage of extremely miraculous and superb internal skills, and he had already tempered his viscera and meridians countless times.

Before the sudden intrusion of the elixir of elixir could catalyze the transformation of flesh and blood, it was counterattacked by the internal forces including nine yangs and nine yins, Yijin washing marrow, and Beiming eight wastes, forcibly suppressing the tendency of the five internal organs to dissolve, like a millstone. Eliminate abnormalities and feed back yourself.

"I didn't expect you to come back alive."

Yuan Huazi didn't hide anything, and always spoke directly, "Since ancient times, those who have survived the feast of raising immortals in Jiahe have been regarded as the best in the world-now that you have come back, it is difficult for the old man to admit this."

Jiang Wen laughed.

"Didn't you come back alive, real man? Isn't it interesting to boast about yourself like this?"

After Jiang Wen was silent for a while, he said frankly, "To tell you the truth, if I were to do it again, I'm not sure I'd be willing to draw my sword, let alone guarantee that I would come back alive."

When he swung that sword, Jiang Wen didn't know how far he could go.

He just felt that this longevity was too heavy, like the most absurd ambition hidden deep in his heart, and if he was unwilling to give up, it would only drag him down.

At that time, Jiang Wen thought that he could at most rely on the power of his sword to push back the barbarians, and he was even ready to seek benevolence and gain benevolence like a ranger in the Western Jin Dynasty.

But now, looking at the scene of Manting Peak breaking into pieces and landslides, Jiang Wen obviously succeeded.

The Dugu Nine Swords were used by the Beiming Divine Art, which is a subtle external skill that is profound and easy to reason with the Taoist unique knowledge of the free world. While the power is increasing layer by layer, it also makes him come into contact with a mysterious and mysterious realm-this is the way of the Ming and Qing rivers and lakes. , It seems to have the meaning of expelling people with shares.

More importantly, his sword awakened a sleeping existence in the "Void Immortal Realm".

As the entire chaotic universe began to boil, the snail of the mirage, which forcibly opened the passage to the fairy world, was severely injured and was finally torn apart by the backlash.

Jiang Wen knew that martial arts alone would never be able to create such a shocking power, but what if Shen Mianxi only sensed the existence of these martial arts?
For example... Liu Tu! ?

"My lord, why is there such a thing on Manting Peak? Why did the archer Yao hide immortality here, and why did the Queen Mother of the West give away the elixir?"

Jiang Wen had a lot of questions, but he didn't know where to start asking. It seemed that he already had the answer, but he didn't seem to understand anything.

Suddenly the sound of the chime sounded, and the sound of gold and jade in the hall hummed and cleared.

"Immortal life, how do you know it's not a disaster? Do you really know the story of Dayi?"

Jiang Wen nodded affirmatively.

"Houyi shoots the sun, Chang'e flies to the moon. I just reviewed it again recently, which made me think that what I read before was a fake book."

"I don't know how to learn, I think what you read is a fake book! I usually tell you to read more books and read less ghost notes!"

Yuan Huazi spoke in a very weak way, slowly opened his eyes and brushed away the incense ash covered in front of him, "Houyi is not Yi, and Chang'e is not equal to Chang'e! According to Zhang Heng's "Lingxian", Yi asked for no death. The medicine was given to the Queen Mother of the West, and Chang'e stole it to fly to the moon. In the future, a piece of divination was given to Youhuang, and if Huang apprehended it, it was said to be auspicious, so Chang'e entrusted herself to the moon and became a toad."

After speaking, he gave Jiang Wen a meaningful look.

"Now, do you know what the story means?"

Jiang Wen and the old Taoist looked at each other, their mouths grew slowly and could no longer be closed, and even the old Taoist's sarcasm had no time to retort.

After knowing the truth about the medicine of immortality, Jiang Wen easily interpreted the story into different meanings.Heng'e was curious about the effects of the elixir of immortality, and she wanted to look immortal and youthful forever, but before taking it, she had no idea, so she asked a wizard for divination very carefully.

To this day, it is not known whether the "auspiciousness" in this divination refers to being able to achieve one's wishes or not to be life-threatening after eating.

But Jiang Wen could imagine that Dayi returned home and saw a degenerated toad lying on the house, wanting to talk to him alone, the surprise and anger in his heart...

"Well, let alone stuffing it into the cracks in the rocks of Mount Wuyi, I have the determination to dig out the Moho interface and throw it into the mantle!"

Yuan Huazi didn't say any more. Although the secret of longevity that Shimen has kept for many years has no meaning of keeping silent, there is no need to say that everyone knows it, so he slowly sat back on the futon and recited it again. scriptures.

"What scriptures did the real man recite?"

"The old Taoist made a vow to recite the "Sutra of Rescuing the Suffering" ten thousand times, to lift all beings from lost paths, and to save them from suffering."

The old Taoist spoke calmly as usual, but Jiang Wen could see a trace of loneliness from his hunched figure. Even though the warm winter sun was still shining on his body, there was no lazy disciple who could listen to his nagging Talking.

After reciting the scriptures thousands of times, it is not worth saying "Master" face to face.

Jiang Wen looked at Ning Die who was running wildly in the yard, Wending who was practicing kung fu, and Xiao Shitou who was in a daze, and fell silent.

The sound of sutras, the sound of the wind, the rustling of tree ends, the shadows of people, the shadows of window lattices, and the shadows of light smoke curling up.

Needle drop can be heard in the hall, but it is impossible to distinguish which sounds are real and which sounds are illusions. It seems that the precious scriptures for saving suffering can turn reality into virtuality, penetrate barriers, and resolve the stagnation in people's hearts that is hard to see with the naked eye.

Listening to Yuan Huazi's hoarse singing, Jiang Wen suddenly thought of a saying that there are actually three times of human death.

The first time is when the vital signs disappear, which is regarded as a death of its own biological meaning; the second time is when cremation mourns and cancels the account, which is regarded as a death of social significance in the eyes of relatives and friends; the third time is when the last person who remembers him dies and can When everything that proves his existence has disappeared, this is the final silent death.

It's ridiculous that some people engrave their names into stones, and the names rot earlier than the corpses.

After a long time, after Yuan Huazi rang a copper chime, Jiang Wen also stood up from the futon, pretending to casually ask: "My lord, I still don't know the name of the Taoist leader."

"Originally, I didn't formally accept him into the entry wall because I was afraid of accidents."

Yuan Huazi was a little thirsty, so he stopped reciting the "Sutra of Rescuing Suffering" and looked at Jiang Wen with eyes that were so clear that he didn't look like an old man.

"According to the order set by Immortal Master Bai Yuchan that 'all living beings look up to benevolence, all things are good, good fortune will be Yuangong', the Taoist name of Lao Dao already has the word 'Yuan', so my apprentice's Taoist name was originally intended to be called Gong mysterious."

"...The co-authorship is arranged according to Journey to the West? Give me back my touch."

Jiang Wen was silent for a while, then took out a folded piece of rice paper from his sleeve in a dull mood.

"He used to be most afraid of listening to the scriptures. You actually want to recite his scriptures [-] times, which is simply killing people - this is something I owe to the Taoist priest. You have powerful mana, so you can burn it to him during class. "

Jiang Wen threw the paper away and walked out of the hall without looking back.

"If he still wants to hear ghost stories in the future, let him come to me in a dream. My personal experience is much more interesting than hearsay. Don't play outside, Ningdie, Wending, Xiaoshitou, Wuyi faction gather!"

"Yes, Master."

"Master, I ask where to go..."

"Anyway, I will go wherever Master goes!"

Silently listening to the laughter outside the door and the sound of footsteps gradually disappearing from Huixian Temple, Yuan Huazi stood there for a long time before picking up the rice paper on the ground.

I saw a poem clearly written in crooked brush characters on it——

Also come to ask always need to be surprised, who persuades bait to boil quartz.It's hard to look back on the beauty who passed away, and in the moon, the toad palace holds the ice.At the empty mountain, listen temporarily.How can there be a long-lived person in the world? Xi Ru looked back at Beichenxing.

Yuan Huazi didn't know what Jiang Wen meant by writing this poem, maybe it was a tacit understanding between the two of them.

In fact, Yuanhuazi also didn't tell Jiang Wen about one thing.

I don't know why the water tank in the backyard of Jiahe Shengxian Banquet is always full, even though I have never fetched water.

And was originally responsible for drawing water.

It's the little apprentice.

(End of this chapter)