Chapter 130: The Departure of the Indian Treasure Sutra

"Friend Zuo, Friend Zuo"

In Champion City, in the center of the coffin forest, Zhou Laotan was patting a pitch-black coffin, while Emperor Ding was holding the coffin lid.

Lying in the coffin was an old Taoist priest with skin as smooth as a baby's.

The moonlight came through the window, making the old Taoist's face look even paler.

Looking at the neatly-tied hair on the old Taoist's temples, Emperor Ding showed a happy expression. When Zuo Youxian was put into the coffin, he was in tattered clothes and his hair was disheveled.

It was only through his hands that everything was finally sorted out.

It is impossible to wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep, especially since he is lying in a coffin.

Old Zhou sighed and patted the coffin again, but Zuo Youxian closed his eyes peacefully, as if he didn't hear anything.

Jin Huanzhen suddenly said, "The swordsman in white has come to our door with a sword in hand. He said he wants to kill you with one blow."

As soon as these words were spoken, the sleeping Zuo Youxian's eyes widened. His whole body stiffened, his feet did not move, and he stood up straight from the coffin.

He looked around, but there was no white-robed swordsman there, so he lay down again.

"Friend Zuo, how did you become like this?"

You Niaojuan slapped his palm with the back of his hand, not knowing what Zuo Youxian's condition was.

Zhou Laotan also stared at Zuo Youxian and fell into deep thought.

Back then, his methods of nurturing evil spirits were mostly crippled, indicating problems with a person's mind, as the insane person himself was incomplete.

Later, he used the spiritual method of the Great Ming Zun Sect to control the evil spirit, and used the residual Tao to plant the true Tao and the true devil, and then combined it with his own body to complete another kind of planting, and practiced the Tao heart planting devil method.

Since the trip to Jiangdu, he also learned the secret of immortality.

After trying it according to the exercise diagram, I finally understood the difficulty.

This Taoist book will lead to obsession if you practice it, and you cannot master it by yourself.

But he had much wisdom and came up with the absurd method of "cultivating him outside to practice", allowing the real demon with a pure mind to practice the secret of longevity to improve his Taoist foundation and heart.

Although this method has not been perfected yet, it can nourish the devil with Taoism and make the evil spirit of the real devil more pure.

According to the Dao Heart Demon Planting Method, before becoming a demon, the ninth stage is "urging the demon".

It’s time to allow the Dao Heart and the Demon Seed to gradually merge.

Although his method deviated from the Dao Heart Demon, he should also find a way to make the two different kinds of true energy blend seamlessly.

At first there was no way out, but suddenly a non-greedy monk appeared.

There is also the precedent of Shi Zhixuan, who was the monk Never Tan, which allowed him to deduce that "Taoism and demons are in the same flow."

Zuo Youxian's Ziwu Gang method has the essence of separating Qi and spirit, and the final sword Gang flow is the separation and reunion of Qi and spirit.

Doesn't this method of merging correspond to the method of combining Taoism and demons with the spirit of the Great Ming Religion?

Zhou Laotan looked at Zuo Youxian intently and thought highly of him.

Although he had the Dao Heart Planting Demon Method as a reference, he still had to wade forward step by step in the muddy water, relying on the constant communication and discussion with several fellow disciples, combining the methods of each school, and not daring to miss any bit of inspiration.

Therefore, he lived in the Coffin Palace for a long time, practicing hard every day, and immersed himself in the supreme pleasure of exploring the martial arts.

Zuo Youxian is an outlier, but he is too outlier.

One of the eight great masters of the Demon Sect, who had practiced hard all his life, was almost killed by a single sword in front of so many people.

Therefore, this guy has an extremely strong obsession in his heart.

As a result, he had just entered the Coffin Palace to practice "Reminiscences of the True Demon" and was able to transcend it in just a few days. Like Qiu Qianbo, he was not disturbed by his spirit.

But he did not escape from the coffin palace, but instead practiced martial arts all day long.

Not interested in anything else.

This is very similar to those real demons. For example, when they went to Longxing Temple to fight this time, Zuo Youxian had no interest at all.

The only difference is that when he heard that "the white-clad swordsman is coming", he became as furious as a cat.

As Zhou Lao sighed and pondered, You Niaoer, who was standing beside him, looked at Zuo Youxian and complained, expressing everyone's thoughts:

"This old demon from Daomen is really causing a lot of harm to people."

"but."

You Niao'er changed the subject: "Brother Zuo, you are too rude. We called you and you clearly heard us. Why didn't you respond?"

Zuo Youxian lay in his coffin, mumbling in a dream, "I'm lost in thought. Besides, I have no interest in knowing the causes and consequences of the Battle of Longxing Temple."

Emperor Ding was surprised: "The person you are worried about is right there."

"Oh, him."

Zuo Youxian took a deep breath and said, "Qingliu's sword chopped off my body and soul. Now, my body has regained its vitality and I am alive, but I don't want to face him yet.

Thanks to your help, I've already grasped the ingenuity of the Sword Aura's Flow. Combined with the remarkable technique of True Demonic Imagination, I now simply want to focus on my cultivation. The next time we meet, I'll definitely defeat him with a single blow.

And use this to cut off the dead heart and complete the second transformation.

The body and mind are slashed, and then rebuilt. The old skin is shed, and the three flowers bloom again, reaching the true pinnacle of martial arts."

His words touched several people beside the coffin.

Zuo Youxian's worldly thoughts were dispelled by the True Demon's Thoughts, and Old Zhou sighed with a hint of admiration.

He also pointedly warned, "Your opponent's Qi is extremely pure, even I can't match it. It's basically impossible for you to defeat him with one sword."

"Not necessarily. When Zuo succeeds, he will definitely surpass the Long Eyebrow Patriarch. You just wait and see."

Zuo Youxian's expression was calm. "I have received great favors from you. I am willing to share with you everything related to martial arts without reservation, even sword energy. If anyone breaks into the Coffin Palace, I will also take action. As for the rest, there is no need to tell me."

He glanced at everyone, and his meaning was very clear.

Emperor Ding took a step forward, holding the coffin lid. "Brother Zuo has been in the coffin palace the entire time. He should have noticed the movements of the person in the coffin next to you."

Zuo Youxian replied:

"He broke out of the coffin and didn't linger here. I think he saw through the True Devil's Random Thoughts. As soon as he left the coffin, he completely suppressed the evil spirit, and even I couldn't sense it."

Seeing that Mr. Zhou sighed with a look of enlightenment, Zuo Youxian ignored him.

The emperor closed the coffin lid

…

Inside the Nanyang Gang, Zhou Yi was talking to Yang Zhen when suddenly a gang member came to report news.

Although the county town was stable, more spies were planted in the streets to guard against the Great Ming Sect.

No movement in the city can be hidden from them.

The gang members bowed and greeted each other twice, then spoke quickly:

"Today, a foreign monk came in. He spoke with a Saibei accent. I wonder if he's related to the Saibei cult."

Yang Zhen asked seriously, "What's wrong with him?"

The messenger replied:

"A few brothers stepped forward to test him. The monk said something casually, and everyone automatically gave way as if they had lost consciousness. The rest did not ask, but only knew that he was looking for the abbot."

Zhou Yi didn't dare to be careless and asked quickly: "Where is this monk now?"

"I asked the owner of the Yuelai Inn in the south, and he only paid for one day's room."

After the gang member who reported the news finished speaking, he heard the leader's warning, "Don't try again," and he retreated immediately.

Zhou Yiben planned to go to Xiangyan Temple today.

Suddenly I learned about this person, and I felt something was wrong, so I delayed for another day.

The tenth day after the Battle of Longxing Temple.

In the dim morning light, Zhou Yi was walking in the south of the county town and had breakfast at a roadside stall on the left side of the road.

I had just finished eating the wontons and got up to pay the bill without even having time to drink the soup.

Near Yuelai Inn, I met a monk wearing an orange-yellow robe.

The monk was tall and thin, with dark skin. His hair was tied into a bun and heavily wrapped in white gauze, which made his nose look even taller and his eyes look deep and unfathomable.

Zhou Yi recognized at a glance that this was a man dressed as an Indian monk and walked towards him.

The monk also noticed Zhou Yi at the first moment and walked towards him.

Soon, the distance between the two was less than ten feet.

"Guanzhu."

The Indian monk chanted these two words softly, and a spiritual charm emanated from his whole body.

However, in Zhou Yi's eyes, monks are still monks, no different from ordinary passers-by.

"Master, are you from India?"

The thin, dark monk said, "I am Fu Nanda, a poor monk from India. I have come to Nanyang to see the abbot."

Hearing the three words "Fu Nanda", Zhou Yi observed his posture and aura and became extremely alert.

This man is one of the greatest martial arts masters in India, proficient in the yoga spiritual skills of Brahman and Self-unity, and the spiritual mentor of the Mohe people.

"I wonder why the master is looking for me?"

Fu Nanda asked in return, "May I ask what the Master's view on life and death is?"

Zhou Yi moved a few steps to the left, as if thinking, and slightly increased the distance.

Fu Nanda followed him like a shadow, and his steps were very strange, as if his legs and feet could not be seen moving.

However, the whole person looked exactly like Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi pretended not to notice and patiently said, "Life and death are something everyone must experience. No matter if you are a king, a general, or a minister, wise or foolish, you will all turn to dust in the end."

"That's exactly what happened."

Fu Nanda began to speak, but strangely, his voice seemed to be faster than his mouth movements, as if it came from his mind first, giving people a sense of confusion:

“It is almost impossible for us to imagine death. We may even have the illusion that we are the exception and will not die, thus turning a blind eye to the death that is bound to come.

If you want to master the way of life and death, you must first change this ridiculous idea. Don’t you think so? "

Zhou Yi shook his head: "Master, your Zen aspirations are too profound. You should discuss them with the holy monks of Xiangyan Temple. I can't think of that much."

"Hahaha"

The crazy monk chuckled a few times and said, "You are too modest. I heard that the master of the temple is proficient in the magic of yin and yang and has the ability to escape life and death. That's why I came to listen to the secret of immortality."

"Oh? I wonder where did you hear that, Master?"

"I was passing through Xingyang on my way to the Eastern Capital when a man named Li Mi directed me to this place, saying that the abbot possessed a great treasure of peace and prosperity, which could not be obtained without opportunity."

The smile on his skinny face grew even wider:

"I have come from India in the Western Regions, traveling thousands of miles to the Eastern Land of Sui, to worship the Dao and seek immortality. With such piety, I wonder if the abbot can grant me this opportunity?"

Zhou Yi remained silent, thinking in his heart.

This evil Indian monk cannot be provoked right now.

This person has extraordinary martial arts skills and his actions are even more evil than those of the Great Ming Sect. We have to find a way to get rid of him.

Fu Nanda smiled on the surface, but as Zhou Yi stopped talking, malice slowly emerged from the depths of his smile.

"Master, have you ever heard that the Dharma cannot be taught lightly?"

The crazy monk nodded: "All secret teachings are based on this principle, but for those who are sincere and seek the truth, we should break the conventional rules and not cherish what we have."

Seeing his resolute attitude, Zhou Yi said no more: "Master, please follow me."

Fu Nanda smiled kindly and followed Zhou Yi.

Although he was walking on someone else's territory, the crazy monk was not worried at all.

Any conspiracy or calculation in this city is ineffective to him.

The world is so big, he can set foot wherever he wants.

Zhou Yi took Fu Nanda to a teahouse not far from the Nanyang Gang, ordered some good tea in the private room on the second floor, and asked him to wait for a while.

After confirming that the crazy monk did not follow him, he quickly returned to the courtyard.

First take out a book, then find two pieces of waste paper from the trash.

"Cousin, what are you doing?"

The girl was very curious, but Zhou Yi didn't even raise his head: "There's a crazy person outside, I'm going to get rid of him."

Fu Nanda drank half a cup of tea and saw Zhou Yi returning.

"Master, this is what you want."

Zhou Yi gave him a copy of "Huainanzi Honglie", in which were two sheets of paper with diagrams of exercises, which were exactly the two diagrams in the Changsheng Jue.

Fu Nanda flipped through the book and glanced at it briefly, his eyes fixed on the two pictures of practicing exercises.

He remained focused and motionless, and soon a strange look appeared on his face.

The breath that was originally as steady as a thread suddenly fluctuated rapidly, and the spiritual energy that was rippling throughout the body dissipated in an instant.

"You are practicing the secret of longevity with the strange Indian Buddhist techniques. If you don't die from practicing, you'll be lucky."

Zhou Yi sneered in his heart, watching him calm down his breath in an instant, and gave up the idea of ​​a sneak attack with a sword to kill him.

"It is indeed mysterious. Please explain it in detail, Master."

After Fu Nanda finished speaking, his eyes were fixed on the four characters "Huainan Honglie".

Zhou Yi certainly guessed what he was thinking:

"Master, the so-called Taiping Hongbao is based on Huainan Honglie as the source. Then, by practicing this Changsheng Atlas, studying the scriptures and practicing Qi, one can achieve immortality.

My Taoist practice emphasizes inaction and naturalness, understanding that it should flow naturally like a stream, rather than being forced through channels. We don't insist on absolute precision, but rather appreciate the implication of "great sound is silent, great image is invisible."

Zhou Yi reminded again in a gentle voice:

"The Li Mi you mentioned earlier owes me a large sum of money. He is deliberately confusing us and trying to draw us into a fight. Master, please do not trust him.

I believe it is easy to tell whether the Taoist secrets I just mentioned, plus this Taoist scripture and the Qigong diagram, are true or false."

A smile appeared on Fu Nanda's skinny face again.

"Thank you for the gift, Master. I will exchange the sutra for another one."

After saying this, he took out a manuscript from his bosom and handed it over.

Zhou Yi picked it up, glanced through it briefly, and then put it in his arms: "Thank you, Master, for the gift of the Tianzhu Treasure Sutra."

Fu Nanda seemed not to hear his words of thanks and was busy flipping through Huainan Honglie.

Zhou Yi asked someone to serve tea again.

After drinking three cups of wine, Fu Nanda put the book into his arms.

"Master, if you are interested in my Eastern martial arts, after leaving the city, head west and perhaps I can give you some inspiration."

“Where is the inspiration?”

"Recently, there was a great battle at Longxing Temple. A monk named Bu Tan appeared. He once said that Buddha and devil are one."

When Fu Nanda heard the words "Buddha and devil are one", his eyes immediately lit up with a strange light.

I can't wait to verify immediately what the difference is between this unity of Buddha and devil and my own unity of Brahman and self.

Fu Nanda glanced at Zhou Yi and saw that he looked calm, as if he was just saying it casually.

"Master, where is Master Bu Tan?"

"He was captured by the Great Master of the Great Ming Sect. If we ask around, we should be able to find him. Master Bu Tan was wearing a black cassock, which was very conspicuous."

The Great Ming Sect was his enemy, how could Fu Nanda not know it.

He banned all religions in Bohai and massacred many followers of other religions, among whom the Great Ming Zun sect suffered the most casualties, so Bohai was called the Dark Kingdom. He, Fu Nanda, was regarded as the main enemy by the Great Zun.

For a moment, Fu Nanda naturally wondered whether the Great Master had captured this monk who had practiced "Buddha and Demon Are One" in order to deal with him.

This made him more interested.

Great and kind mother, this crazy monk is not afraid of her.

He looked at Zhou Yi with a gloomy look, wondering if he was using him.

But that's impossible.

This was only the first time they met. How could he know my origins, let alone the secrets of Bohai?

"The abbot is here. I will take my leave first."

"Master, take care."

The crazy Indian monk left the teahouse and headed west.

When Zhou Yi saw his back disappear, he breathed a sigh of relief. This wicked guest had finally left.

If he caused trouble in Nanyang, the consequences would be difficult to control. It would be best if he could engage in a dog-eat-dog fight with the Ming Zun Sect.

Zhou Yi went down to the teahouse to pay for the tea.

The shopkeeper repeatedly declined, "It is an honor for our shop to have you drink tea, Master. How can we accept your money?"

"Then wouldn't I also become a bully?"

Zhou Yi smiled and counted the copper coins.

I was thinking to myself, this evil Indian monk owes me a huge sum of money for tea.

There is also the old creditor Mi Gong. If now is not the right time to go north, I will definitely go to Wagangzhai to settle accounts with him.

On second thought, Li Mi must have been very anxious at this time after hearing so much news that was unfavorable to him.

It's good to torture for a while.

Zhou Yi left the teahouse and went to Xiangyan Temple as it was still early.

As soon as I arrived at the temple gate, I saw an old monk sitting on a big tree at the gate. He had long white eyebrows that hung down to his ears, and a long white beard that hung down to his belly. He looked very old, but his face was smooth and he looked youthful.

He is fat but not bloated, giving people a friendly and approachable feeling.

"The man from Bishan comes, his cup full of clear wine, and he creates a wonderful creation of nature. Who can judge for himself?"

Zhou Yi raised his head, the old monk smiled at him, then raised the pot and drank it all, shaking the pot, as if he had finished it.

Zhou Yi returned to the market with two gourds of wine.

He leaped up to the top of the tree and threw a gourd of wine over to the old monk. The old monk took the wine and drank it without any taboo.

"Master, why are you in such a good mood?"

Master Daoxin said, "The abbot said exactly the opposite. This old monk was scolded by these two old bald men, so he hid out and drank alone."

Zhou Yi knew what kind of person he was and was not surprised by his tone of voice.

He raised his wine gourd and drank a few sips with him before asking:

"But is it because you don't covet Vajra?"

"That's right."

The old monk said leisurely, "Shi Zhixuan was my disciple. Although he is an evil king, he is not lacking in Buddha nature. Otherwise, how could he understand Zen? So it was not a mistake to accept him as my disciple. Those two old bald men have been holding a grudge against me."

After saying that, he stared at Zhou Yi:

"In fact, the abbot is not lacking in Buddha nature, but his status is too great, and I am not capable of accepting a disciple. I can only sigh and say it's a pity."

He took a sip of wine and said:

"If I had known there was someone like you in Yongqiu, I would have gone there twenty years in advance to wait and take you in as my disciple before the old Heavenly Master did."

"Master, you're joking. I'm not that lucky."

Zhou Yi smiled slightly and stopped talking politely:

"So what are our plans now? Should we try to retrieve Master Bu Tan, or continue attacking the Coffin Palace?"

"Save people first, but also keep an eye on Champion City's movements."

Master Daoxuan then talked about the specific arrangements.

He and Venerable Dixin continued to pursue Shi Zhixuan. Master Zhihui first recuperated in Xiangyan Temple and then sent people back to Sanlun Sect to find Master Jiaxiang.

Among the four great monks, Master Jiaxiang has the highest martial arts skills.

Zhou Yi felt the importance of Buddhism and probably didn't want to give Shi Zhixuan the opportunity to practice in peace.

If he turns back into the Evil King Wuque, it will be difficult to deal with him.

He was actually happy in his heart because these people were so busy that they had no time to think about him.

He then chatted with Master Daoxin and drank the entire gourd of wine.

After getting enough information, he said goodbye.

As soon as I came down from the big tree, I saw a fairy-like figure standing at the temple gate.

I heard a voice saying "Brother Dao".

Master Daoxuan, who was sitting on the tree, lowered his white eyebrows, drank and looked around, watching them enter the temple.

It’s still the same house, still the same tea couch.

The saint's posture of pouring tea is still so elegant.

"Fei Xuan is about to return to Jingzhai. I won't be able to see Brother Dao again for a long time."

She poured tea while talking, and there seemed to be some reluctance in her ethereal tone.

"Are you going to report this matter to Master Fanzhai?"

"Not only that, I will also be in seclusion for a period of time."

Zhou Yi swirled his tea and asked curiously, "Do you want to tell Master Fanzhai about anything related to me?"

"Um."

Shi Feixuan looked up, somewhat puzzled: "Brother, do you think it's inappropriate?"

"No, you can talk about my affairs freely, but some of them are related to you, so you need to consider them carefully."

"Which ones?"

Zhou Yi smiled faintly: "Even if you use me to practice martial arts, Master Fanzhai may not understand. After all, everyone's state of mind is different."

His blunt words caused Shi Feixuan to pause slightly.

Her face flushed slightly, as if her secret had been discovered, and her expression was charming.

"Brother Dao, are you concerned about me?"

"Well, actually, I think Miss Qin is a pretty good person. She can wield a sword and knows a lot about tea. I don't mind you using me to practice martial arts."

He looked indifferent, which made the saint glare at him angrily.

It was as if he knew that I was thinking about him a lot in my heart, but he was not distracted and was so calm.

"Brother Dao is different from everyone Feixuan has ever met before."

The saint looked away, not daring to delve into the topic.

He exhaled lightly and said:

"This time when I return to Dongdu, I will tell Master in detail about the matter between Master Bu Tan and the Evil King. Master and Master Liao Kong may ask Ning Sanren to intervene."

Zhou Yi didn't find it strange. This was the Evil King's unique ability to attract hatred.

"You still need to explain the Great Ming Zun Sect in more detail. Oh, and there's also Fu Nanda. This evil monk has set his sights on the world's rare books, and I'm afraid it will be detrimental to your Cihang Jingzhai."

Seeing the saint's face full of doubt.

Zhou Yi exaggerated the story of the evil monk from India, attracting the attention of the martial arts holy land.

Shi Feixuan's attention slowly shifted to his face: "Funandao has come to you and exchanged scriptures with you?"

"good."

"Can you show me that Tianzhu Treasure Sutra?"

Zhou Yi shook the tea and said in a strange tone, "The evil monk's scriptures are demonic. I advise you not to read them."

Shi Feixuan didn't say anything, but her eyes were filled with curiosity.

With her state of mind, she is naturally not afraid of the so-called evil nature.

"You really want to see it?"

The saint nodded.

Zhou Yi hesitated for a moment, then satisfied her curiosity and handed her the classic book of Fu Nanda from his arms.

Shi Feixuan opened the scripture, but soon she closed it and used the book to block her face so that Zhou Yi could not see her expression.

Zhou Yi smiled and reached out, pulling the Tianzhu Sutra.

Shi Feixuan tried hard, but he couldn't pull her away.

But after he lifted it twice more, Shi Feixuan let go of her hand and let him take it away.

After reciting the Sutra, her holy and beautiful face turned rosy, and the tears in her eyes swayed, showing a shy charm that was never seen at ordinary times.

"This is the precious sutra of the evil Indian monk."

Zhou Yi took back the "Kama Sutra", which contained all the love methods that Fu Nanda liked.

It fits the spiritual magic of yoga, but once you learn it, it is easy to follow his way.

There are many Indian characters in it, accompanied by illustrations.

The saint had never seen such an Indian classic before, and her face turned red and she didn't say anything for a long time.

However, Zhou Yi felt that the Saint was deliberately testing him.

As the most indifferent man in the Sui Dynasty, he could remain calm even if the saint's eyes were as charming as silk and her face was as red as jade.

Sure enough, after Shi Feixuan glanced at him, she took two breaths and restrained her expression.

As she poured the tea, she whispered, "Brother Dao."

Not only did these two words imply blame, but he also raised his head and glared at him unhappily.

Zhou Yi admired the beautiful scene that was rarely seen in the world.

He picked up the tea and suddenly asked, "Miss Qin, will you be my enemy?"

Shi Feixuan's hand holding the teacup shook:

"Brother Dao, why do you ask this?"

"Just asking."

Zhou Yi drank the tea, and thinking that he didn't know when he would be able to taste the saint's tea art again, he asked her to add another cup.

After drinking again, he suddenly stood up and walked out the door.

"Goodbye, see you next time."

After hearing what he said, Shi Feixuan knew that he was a man of high standards and never dragged his feet, so she caught up with him and said,

"Brother Dao, next time we meet, could you please call me by a different name?"

"What's wrong with calling her Miss Qin?"

Shi Feixuan said, "It's a bit strange."

“If life could only be like the first time we met, I think it would be great.”

Zhou Yi saw that she was slightly dissatisfied and smiled:

"Miss Qin, you should practice hard. When your skills are greatly improved, you can draw your sword against me."

Shi Feixuan's heart trembled. Just as she was about to speak, she heard what seemed to be a loud laugh in her ear, and the white shadow disappeared into the distance.

I felt a little lost.

Especially since I didn’t have the chance to say what I wanted to say in response, I felt even more disappointed.

She stood at the door, waiting for the figure in white to return.

But this time he never came back, and there was nothing he left in the house.

"Zhou Yi."

Shi Feixuan whispered in a voice that only she could hear.

If you meditate and train your mind at this time, you will definitely make great progress.

The master's practice of the sword manual only reached the level of telepathy, but she was more talented and had reached this level at this time, and even saw a path to enlightenment in the sword heart.

But this path is not what the master said.

I can’t refer to the love story between Master and Lingnan Tiandao to train my heart.

This was the first time Saint Cihang rebelled and she did not choose to practice martial arts at this time.

She thought about her first time in Nanyang and everything she had experienced in Nanyang this time.

Shi Feixuan walked into the house and poured herself a cup of tea.

The clear tea soup reflected her eyes, as if the goddess of Luo River was standing by the Luo River, seeing her own hesitant eyes in the water.

However, the desire to return to Dongdu became stronger and stronger.

"Brother Dao, can Feixuan forget you this time?"

…

The sixteenth day of the Longxing calendar.

In the Nanyang Gang, Zhou Yi, Chen Changgong, Song Yinzi and other fellow Taoists drank again.

This meal is a farewell to all my friends.

They should have left as soon as the chaos in Nanyang ended, but they were worried that the people from the Daming Zunjiao would come back to attack them, so they stayed for another half a month.

There is no need to express the affection between them.

The old Taoist with white eyebrows drank a lot of wine, but his face did not show any color of alcohol, and was still shining with precious light:

"Friend Yi, I am a little curious."

Zhou Yi smiled: "If you have any questions, just ask directly. There's no need to be shy."

The old Taoist with white eyebrows nodded slightly:

"If Fellow Daoist Yi became the number one in the Dao Sect, what would he most want to do?"

Zhou Yi pondered for a moment:

"I'm not that concerned with titles like the number one Taoist. However, if I have the time, I will definitely organize the Taoist classics. I've benefited a lot from them, and I don't want to see them lost."

“You can invite all your friends to read the scriptures together.”

"The next step is to collect Taoist inheritances. If the opportunity arises, we will compile them into various Taoist canons."

Zhou Yi said with a hint of drunkenness:

"If I gain any insights, I would also like to compile a Taoist canon that incorporates the essence of martial arts."

Halfway through his speech, Zhou Yi's drunkenness completely disappeared, and he waved his hand and said:

"That's just wishful thinking. Just treat it as a joke. I'm far from capable of that."

Chen Changgong, Song Yinzi, Ji Xun and Ji Shou each sighed.

Even Mu Dao Ren showed a strange look.

Song Yinzi stroked his beard and smiled: "I must practice my internal skills diligently and find a way to live a few more years."

Chen Changgong said, "Although we are away from Nanyang this time, if Taoist Master Yi needs any help, please send a letter and I will rush over from Yingchuan immediately and call my Taoist friends."

"good."

Ji Xun said, "Let's go back to Songshan for a while, and then we'll go back to Daoist Friend Song after a while. It will be easier for us to meet then."

These Taoist elders did not ask for anything, and Zhou Yi felt that he owed them. He had originally planned to just borrow the power of Taoism, but ended up in a fight.

I just kept it in my heart and didn’t say much.

He bowed and raised his glass: "Thank you, my friends."

Everyone drank a cup, and Chen Changgong said with a smile: "Don't think we are disturbing you in the future."

"How can this be possible?"

Zhou Yi frowned, and the old Taoist with white eyebrows laughed.

After lunch, they were escorted all the way to the east of the county town.

The rushing water kept flowing around the city, and the Taoist priests walked further and further away.

Three days later, the short and fat Taoist came to the Nanyang Gang:

"Zhou Yi, I'm leaving too."

Zhou Yi pulled him to sit down and said, "Brother Mu, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

"The Taoist priest wants to go look for the crow, so he should have left a few days ago."

Taoist Mu said angrily, "Compared to you, the situation of those three unlucky dragons is relatively good. Look at who you are dealing with. If I hadn't helped you, I would never have messed with them."

Damn it, it makes me feel so insecure now, you should practice hard and become invincible as soon as possible."

As he spoke, he threw another long sword over.

Zhou Yi took a closer look and saw a cold iron blade!

"When did you forge it?"

"Just these few days."

Taoist Mu waved his fat hand. "Your opponents are all fierce. I think your sword will break sooner or later. I prepared a new one for you in case you can't find me. However, your Nanyang blacksmith shop is far inferior to the Dongming School. It took me so much time."

Zhou Yi's eyebrows lit up: "Next time you come, I'll treat you to the best wine."

"What about this time?"

“Of course there will be no shortage.”

Zhou Yi had already prepared everything and brought a package that contained not only the money for travel, but also a full gourd of fine wine.

"Wonderful!"

Taoist Mu was overjoyed, took the package and turned to leave:

"Hahaha, no need to send me off, I'm leaving now."

He carried the Nine-toothed Rake and went to the Fog and Smoke Temple on Crow Mountain.

When Zhou Yi reached the entrance of the Nanyang Gang, the short and fat figure was no longer visible.

Yang Zhen looked at the cold iron blade in Zhou Yi's hand and smiled sincerely, "Those who are righteous have many supporters, while those who are unrighteous have few. The Heavenly Master has friends all over the world."

"Big Dragon Head, I have enemies all over the world."

Zhou Yi laughed and drew out half of his sword, which shone with cold light. "However, now that I have the sword, I am not afraid of the enemy."

Yang Zhen felt his aura, and smiled, holding his long beard with his hands.

Most of the Buddhists had left, and only Master Zhihui and a few eminent monks remained in Xiangyan Temple.

Master Daoxin and Venerable Dixin continue to track the whereabouts of Shi Zhixuan and Monk Bushan.

Saint Cihang floated away and returned to the holy land of martial arts.

The crazy monk from India followed the Great Ming Sect. These mortal enemies were entangled with each other and had no time to take care of Nanyang City in the short term.

Guanjun City and Xiangyang City have also been at peace recently.

Zhou Yi felt at peace and had the idea of ​​going into seclusion.

That afternoon, before going into seclusion, he wrote a letter and asked someone to deliver it to the Dangyang Horse Caravan.

At night, light the lights.

Thinking of the girl in Jiangdu, I couldn't help but laugh.

He wrote many pages, talking about what happened in Nanyang as if it were his daily life.

Finally, I wrote

"Xiaofeng, a friend recently gifted me a precious cold iron blade. The blade is frosty and cold, like the cold night in Langya. Seeing the sword reminds me of you, and I can't let it go for a long time. So I asked the Yangtze and Huaihe Rivers to send it to Yangzijin."

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(End of this chapter)