Great Sui Guoshi

Staring at the dryad's mouth full of tongue dancing, embracing the frog's webs, the eyes of the toad narrowed, and he lowered his words.

"Liang Sheng, I suddenly have an idea as a teacher."

2Chapter 16 A Warm Morning

puff puff...

The fragrance of porridge filled the air. Lu Liangsheng scooped up two bowls of gruel, went to pass them to Yan Chixia and Zuo Zhengyang, came back and scooped up another bowl, blew on it, and sat beside the master, following his gaze.

"What did Master think of?"

"Do you remember those miraculous medicines and scriptures that were taken away by the Fire Praying Sect as a teacher?"

Taoist Toad sighed, his white belly puffed up, he squinted his toad eyes, staring at the tree demon's fluttering long tongues, and put on his frog webs, with a serious look on his face.

"This demon was sealed by the people of the Fire Praying Cult. Even if he is insane, he should have a memory."

The scholar who was blowing off the heat stopped, and some bad memories were recalled in his mind. At the beginning, in the buildings and pavilions on Yingshi Mountain in Huaiyi Prefecture, the scene of those women and children being sealed in pottery urns, now Re-occupy thoughts.

If it wasn't for the search for the stolen treasures of Master, I am afraid that those children and women would be sacrificed by the other party.

The flames burned quietly, and the temple became quiet. Zuo Zhengyang and Yan Chixia, who were eating there, looked over, and even the four scholars who were lying on the ground did not groan.

Lu Liangsheng put the slightly cooler porridge in front of his master, and threw a dead branch into the fire, which sparked some sparks.

"As soon as the master said, this kind of thing is feasible. The matter of the Fire Praying Sect should really be settled before they are allowed to continue. I don't know how many people will be killed."

Leaning against the wall, the scholar closed his eyes, remembering the night of Tianzhi City three years ago, the ability of the Holy Flame Mingzun to fly in the air, probably even surpassed his Nascent Soul Realm at this moment.

In my thoughts, I took the spell books from the bookshelf, flipped through them under the flickering light of the fire, but couldn't find an effective method.

"...The Holy Flame Mingzun's cultivation level is so high, and with my current mana power, even if he finds the other party's residence, it will be difficult to shake him, and he will be taken in by then."

"Humph......"

Daoist Toad sat on the ground, snorted, and instinctively rolled his long tongue over the moths flying towards the fire, took a mouthful of gruel, and licked his mouth.

"...A person who sneaks around, if the strength of the teacher is not greatly reduced, how can he embarrass the good life? You also know how the strength of the teacher was at the beginning. In the past, several big sects besieged the teacher on the top of the mountain. It's a magic weapon that blocks out the sun, and there's a sea of ​​people..."

The temple was quiet, and soon someone snored lightly.

Sitting on the ground, the toad waved its flippers.

"...I just let Master kill a bloody way out. If he didn't meet an old monk, hey, he was the younger brother of the old bald donkey last time. Fortunately, Master can fight... "

Turning toad's face, the exhausted people around had fallen asleep, and even the apprentice over there was leaning against the wall, closing his eyes and breathing slowly.

"Can't the old man say a few more words?"

Taoist Toad muttered something, quickly poured the cold porridge into his mouth, walked to the bookshelf compartment, closed the small door angrily, and got into the bed.

The night was deep and quiet. In the flickering firelight, five scholars were dreaming and grinding their teeth, arms and legs overlapping each other. Yan Chixia in the corner was holding a wine bag and woke up occasionally. Looking around, she saw the tree demon grandmother leaning on the donkey. Sleeping soundly beside him, he closed his eyes with peace of mind.

Zuo Zhengyang on the side sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, and while he was feigning sleep, he sorted out his experience during this period of time. Then, the tiredness of more than half a month finally came over, his head leaned against the wall, and became blank.

In the early morning of the next day, the sun shone across the forest, the birds were dancing on the treetops and singing happily, and the light dust was flying in the temple gate. Lu Liangsheng woke up early, started the fire to cook, and walked around the walls around Lanruo Temple in his free time, watching The murals left by the past.

The gloomy Buddha and the hatred of the goddess were probably drawn when he was in a very bad mood when he received the news of his teacher's death that day.

Going back to the temple, I took the inkstone from the bookshelf, started to grind the ink, and added details on the original basis. The corners of the Buddha's eyes were drawn upwards, and the gloomy eyes turned into a trace of joy. Adding a radian, it seems to be talking with a smile.

Although they have mana attached, they dare not point their pupils, who knows if they will pop out...

"Master Lu is very elegant."

Behind him, under the eaves of the temple, Zuo Zhengyang leaned against the wall with one arm hanging down, and a smile appeared on his bearded face. After his arm was broken, he could count the number of times he had laughed with a single slap.

Lu Liangsheng flicked the ink from the nib of the pen and put it on the cover.

"The last time I came here, I didn't finish the painting. I looked at it early this morning, and I couldn't help adding a few strokes to them, which made Qianwei laugh."

When it was put into the sleeve, Zuo Zhengyang over there also came out from under the eaves, and the two of them walked slowly around the courtyard wall, looking at the paintings of Buddha and Goddess on the wall from time to time.

"The toad monster last night..."

"It's Master." Lu Liangsheng didn't hide anything, he explained truthfully, and said with a smile: "If it wasn't for Master, I'm afraid I would still be a farmer in the village who only cares about farming, marrying wives and having children."

On the side, Zuo Zhengyang smiled.

"Zuo has no other meaning, just ask casually."

The scholar was tall and slender, with a refined temperament, while the latter was vigorous and mighty, neither high nor low. They walked side by side through the deep well in front of them. After a moment of silence, Zuo Zhengyang asked about what he heard last night.

"Last night, Zuo heard what Master Lu and his family teacher said about the Fire Praying Sect?"

"A cult." Mentioning this sect, Lu Liangsheng restrained his smile, stopped, looked at the broken earth spirit stele in front of his feet, and his voice was cold.

"There was a severe drought in Heliangzhou back then, and Qian Weitong is from Nanchen, so he should know about it."

Zuo Zhengyang nodded.

"I know. Later in the capital, I also heard Duke Shuhua and Min Shangshu talk about the misery there in detail."

When he said this, he suddenly understood: "Is it these evil people who did the evil things?"

"More than that, they created a severe drought in order to take advantage of the chaos to plunder women and children, and put them into pottery urns for human sacrifice."

"These guys are damned!"

Zuo Zhengyang let out a low growl, the leaves of the coir raincoat stood up, gritted his teeth and punched the wall, the debris splashed, leaving a fist mark.

After leaving the capital and embarking on a practice journey, she has lost the constraints of public office, and her temperament has changed from before.

"Mr. Lu, the Holy Huo Mingzun mentioned last night is the person behind the sect?"

"It's him."

Lu Liangsheng nodded, and the two continued to walk forward, turned around the corner of the eaves, and continued: "For the matter of Purdue Cihang, he also ran to take away the soul of the great demon, but this person's cultivation base is too high, I didn't What a chance."

After walking for a while, when he was approaching the temple gate, Zuo Zhengyang, who was walking beside him, suddenly stopped. When Lu Liangsheng turned his head, he clenched his fist and pressed it against his leg, meeting the scholar's eyes.

He opened his mouth and said:

"Slaying demons and eliminating demons, what is the difference between this teaching and demons? Count Zuo some!"

"What are you two talking about?"

Yan Chixia didn't know when she was standing on a nearby wall, holding a struggling hare in her hand, jumped down and shook it at the two of them, and there were still some herbs in her pocket.

"Those five scholars are too weak, give them some food to nourish their bodies."

While speaking, Zuo Zhengyang pointed to the big man with the beard who went to pick up the rabbit: "He can also be counted."

"What about me?"

Yan Chixia looked at the two in front of her in a daze, only to see Lu Liangsheng nodding with a smile, feeling even more panicked, she caught up with Zuo Zhengyang who was leaving and asked what was going on.

In the sky, the morning sun sprinkled a piece of gold, covering the mountains and forests. Taoist Toad walked out of the temple gate, yawned, and stretched comfortably with the three disciples and grandchildren who went out together. Strolling around, smiling sweetly at them, waving hello, and then being dragged by the old donkey and dragged to another place on the ground.

jiji~~

The birds were singing, and they climbed to the corner of the eaves to comb their feathers. Lu Liangsheng stood under the eaves, with the warm golden color shining on his face, and looked into the distance.

"Why hasn't the old grandson come yet?"

2Chapter 17 The art of attracting souls and dreams

The Taoist Lu Liangsheng was thinking of was flying towards this direction with all his strength at this moment. The morning light gradually rose to the sun. On the side of the official road for pedestrians and business travelers, there was a black shadow in the forest like a sharp arrow. The rolled leaves, the figure In the past, the leaves in midair fluttered down again.

rustle...

There are two pieces of yellow paper on the knees, and the afterimages of the legs are stepped out. After a moment, they leap over a large bluestone, pinch their fingers across the chest, and escape into the soil, leaving only a Taoist hat on the ground.

In an instant, one arm stretched out again, grabbed the hat and retracted it to the ground, and the small bag of soil spread forward quickly.

A small town named Ningxia could be seen at the bottom of the mountain. The Taoist drilled out of the ground, hanging grass clippings and dirt, and took out two white flour steamed cakes, and pulled them out of his mouth vigorously as he walked.

"This Dao is about to achieve the golden core, so I insist on letting it out, and I don't say wait along the way... It's a good thing I know where Lanruo Temple is."

After muttering to himself, Sun Yingxian pushed aside the overhanging branches in front of him, and saw an old donkey galloping happily, dragging a woman in a black skirt on a taut rope past him.

Hehe.....hahahaha.....

The woman even laughed out loud.

"What's the situation..."

The stone tablet with "Lan Ruo" written on it, and the figure of the coir raincoat and bamboo hat sitting cross-legged on it, made him familiar for a while, and the Taoist walked over and looked down at the bamboo hat.

Zuo Zhengyang opened his eyes: "What are you looking at, Lu Liangsheng is inside."

"Can't you just take a look? But, old Zuo, why are you here?"

Seeing that the other party stopped answering after finishing a sentence, the Taoist curled his lips and went straight to the temple. Not far away was a man with a beard who was skinning a hare, so he couldn't help but take another look at the other party's wooden box.

Walking to the temple gate, seeing Daoist Ha Lala lying under the eaves, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and his pace quickened.

"Old Toad, are you basking in the sun again?"

Taoist Toad turned sideways, half-opened the eyes of the toad, and waved his webbed at him: "I don't want to sunbathe at this time, should I wait until noon? Waiting to eat toad cake?! Go away, go away, don't block the sun."

In the temple, there was the sound of Yu Wentuo and others reading. As soon as Sun Yingxian entered, Li Suian put down the book, moved his mouth to signal to the attic, and then buried his face behind the book again.

The Taoist grinned, and ran up the wooden steps, just as he saw Lu Liangsheng straightening a stone Buddha, leaning against the wooden railing, and took a bite of an unfinished steamed pancake.

"Thousands of miles away, why did you call me here?! That monster was brought by you last time, right? It's so stupid, it was dragged by the old donkey outside to play."

With a muffled bang, Lu Liangsheng put the heavy Buddha statue on the altar, checked to see if it was aligned, then turned around and said with a smile: "Don't lean on the wooden railing, be careful of falling."

He patted the dust off his hands, walked to the side of the Taoist, broke off a small piece from his hand and threw it into his mouth.

"It was fine at first, but I suddenly remembered something last night. I don't know if you will."

Looking at the cracked pancake in his hand, he quickly stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed while replying:

"What's the matter? It won't be another kind of separated soul?"

"No."

The words stopped, Lu Liangsheng turned around and looked towards the temple gate, he heard the voices of some women laughing and dragging, and pondered for a moment: "That tree demon, you know, she was captured by the Fire Practitioner, we I want to know about other locations of the Fire Praying Cult from her memory."

"Oh, the art of drawing souls and dreams."

"You can?"

"No, I've heard of it, but it's not difficult."

Speaking of this, Sun Yingxian felt a little troubled. This kind of technique is relatively simple, but it also depends on who the target of the technique is. From the meaning of the scholar's painting, it is to find clues about the Fire Praying Cult from the memory of the tree demon.

But... old mother Yueer, that tree demon is a thousand-year-old demon, even if he is unconscious, he can't pass the other party's cultivation level. If he retaliates, it is no different from seeking death.

There was a hesitant expression on the sharp-billed monkey's face, and Lu Liangsheng probably guessed the Taoist's concerns by looking at his expression.

"I come."

"Hey, that's what you said."

Lu Liangsheng nodded: "I said so."

Not long after lunch, Lu Liangsheng let three apprentices go out for a walk. Lu Liangsheng took the Taoist to the foot of the mountain to buy incense candles and yellow chickens. Taking advantage of the midday sun, the two set up a magic circle on the attic of the temple, and asked Yan Chixia Help from the side.

The ignorant dryad sat in the formation, the Taoist cut the throat of the chicken and bled it on the talisman paper and the demon-subduing mirror, and tied the red thread around the dryad's neck and fingers.

And make one end, even go to the bronze mirror.

Lu Liangsheng lit a piece of sandalwood and inserted it into the incense burner in front of the Buddha statue, sitting cross-legged facing the bronze mirror.

"Remember, spiritual consciousness enters the bronze mirror, if something goes wrong, get out!"

Although the Taoist was prevaricating when he spoke before, but when it came to the end, he still used the bronze mirror that his master left him as a medium. Once it touched the cultivation of the tree demon's own demon soul, there would be something to resist it.

Hearing the Taoist's advice, Lu Liangsheng slowly closed his eyes. Based on the experience of his soul leaving his body, his consciousness followed the silk thread drawn by mana and extended to the bronze mirror on the opposite side in the air.

The original bright yellow mirror suddenly rippled in a circle, turning black and deep. The tree demon who was originally ignorant and curious seemed to be hypnotized at this moment, closing his eyes and calming down.

hoo hoo...

There was a slight breathing sound.

'Dream. '