Chapter 88 Chapter 87 The Old Monk and the Old Confucian Scholar
Gu Shiyan was quite calm, even jokingly saying, "I was wondering why this formation had to be built with the lives of those innocent Confucian scholars. Turns out the Confucian Master has been possessed by a demon."
There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone, and he chuckled lightly with a look of disdain, as if he didn't take the senior in front of him seriously at all.
He stood up slowly, one hand on the long sword at his waist, with a smile on his lips. This smile was undoubtedly a provocation in Sikou Hong's eyes.
He just waved his rough old hand in the air, and the next second, a lot of black air suddenly appeared in the originally quiet courtyard, surrounding Gu Shiyan.
Seeing this, Si Kou Hong's eyes shone with confidence, and he laughed loudly, "I heard that you survived the Northern Rong's Nine Heavens Thunder Soul Devouring Formation before. So today, why don't you try my Spring and Autumn Brush Formation?"
But the next second, accompanied by a sharp sword light, the black fog around Gu Shiyan disappeared instantly, without even leaving a trace, even making people doubt whether there really was a formation here.
Then, a disdainful voice echoed, "Senior, please don't call this formation the Spring and Autumn Pen Formation. I'm afraid that many Confucian sages will only think that your family is unlucky."
"Don't goad me. What's wrong with being a Confucian sage? I once thought that if I could read thousands of books and sell them to the emperor, I could one day be enshrined in the Confucian Temple and be worshipped by future generations." His tone was filled with regret, but then he changed the subject and sneered, "It's a pity that the emperor is so unkind. So what if I become a demon?"
Perhaps influenced by Mu Congmo, Gu Shiyan now couldn't stand others criticizing Mu Congmo. He said firmly, with a hint of admonition, "No matter how unkind he was, he was still the late emperor. The current emperor wouldn't be as absurd as his father. It's still too late for you to turn back now, senior."
A cold snort was heard, followed by a disdainful tone, "How many of the emperors of the Mu family are good people? Besides, the arrow is on the string and must be shot. It's too late for you to say these things now."
Then he seemed to remember something, and looked at Gu Shiyan with a curious look in his eyes, a playful smile on his lips, "I just didn't expect that the little emperor was so good at winning people's hearts. Even the young master of Yunliang Qianchi was willing to help him time and time again."
Gu Shiyan ignored his sarcasm and just showed an indifferent expression.
Seeing that Gu Shiyan didn't say anything, Si Kou Hong continued in a deep voice: "If you don't interfere in his affairs, perhaps you can suffer less in the future."
Gu Shiyan unsheathed his sword, and a flash of cold light shot towards Si Kou Hong. Although the latter easily dodged the sword light, both of them knew that this sword was just a warning.
A rare trace of anger appeared on Gu Shiyan's originally cold face. The other party went to such great lengths just to trap him here, and from the meaning of his words, this matter was still aimed at Mu Congmo. It could even be said that he was implicated by Mu Congmo.
He sighed inwardly, then lamented, "Mu Congmo is indeed a troublemaker. Once he encounters something related to him, he will definitely get into a lot of trouble." But who made him decide on this person in his life? Gu Shiyan smiled helplessly.
His relaxed attitude seemed somewhat out of place in the surrounding environment. Seeing this, Si Kou Hong sarcastically said, "Your Excellency is truly optimistic."
Gu Shiyan followed his words and spread his hands helplessly, "Just the three of you don't seem to be enough to make me panic. The two of you who have been hiding in the dark should come out."
Then, the light in the sky disappeared in an instant. The scorching sun was replaced by the gentle moonlight.
It was pitch black all around, and a figure dressed in white walked out from the darkness. The silver threads on his clothes emitted a cold light under the moonlight, but unfortunately it was a bit creepy in such an environment.
"When he said goodbye to the Venerable the other day, the Venerable still looked so arrogant, but now he is in such a miserable state. It is really fate that plays tricks on him." The voice seemed a little strange in the silent night, like the sound of bells colliding, or the whisper of a demon from hell.
The young man lifted his veil, revealing his handsome face. He had a half-smile on his face and just stared at the direction where Gu Shiyan was, with a slight curve at the corner of his mouth.
Faced with his sarcasm, Gu Shiyan was not very angry, and did not even feel any emotion.
Seeing that he was being ignored, the smile on his face shattered a little. He looked at Gu Shiyan fiercely, and finally turned into a sarcastic laugh, "I just wonder if Your Excellency regrets showing mercy that day?"
This time he finally got Gu Shiyan's response, although the result was not necessarily what he wanted to hear.
Gu Shiyan's tone was emotionless and cold, his face still arrogant, as if he didn't take the person in front of him seriously at all, "A defeated general will always be a defeated general."
After all, he was an impatient young man. Huan Zai's face showed a trace of surprise, but he quickly recovered. He knew how terrifying Gu Shiyan's strength was, but these people were not vegetarians either, and they had prepared things. Haha, he could only be arrogant for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, a bright yellow light appeared, accompanied by bursts of Buddhist music, and an old monk in a cassock walked into the courtyard.
The old monk looked kind, but his eyes were full of fear when he looked at Gu Shiyan, and there was even a hint of murderous intent.
Gu Shiyan then raised his head with interest, and his eyes looked back and forth at the three people who had their own thoughts: the old scholar who looked weak and helpless, the young man who was half leaning against the wall and looking lazy, and the old monk with a kind face.
There was a hint of curiosity in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, but he didn't look nervous at all.
"I guess this must be Master Jingkong. Could you please help me solve my doubts?" Gu Shiyan raised his eyes and bowed in the direction of the old monk.
The old monk cleared his throat and then said in a deep voice, "I know what the donor wants to ask. It's simply why Lao Ne came here."
After he finished speaking, he lowered his eyes to look at the young man in white in front of him. The other party's posture was still upright, with one hand holding the long sword at his waist. He looked unrestrained and unrestrained, as if he didn't take them seriously at all.
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the old monk's face, and he looked extremely kind.
But his words didn't match his friendly expression at all. "Logically, my Huguo Temple should be the pinnacle of martial arts, but you, Yunliang Qianchi, have stolen the limelight. People say that the kindness of a gentleman lasts for three generations, but you, Yunliang Qianchi, are so famous in the martial arts world that no one knows about my Huguo Temple."
Then he changed the subject, his expression and tone filled with murderous intent, "Today I will let the world know that the so-called youngest venerable in the world can't withstand a few moves from this old monk."
As soon as these words came out, before Gu Shiyan could open his mouth to refute, Huan Zai, who was watching the show on the side, couldn't stand it anymore. He sarcastically said, "Don't embarrass yourself, you old bald donkey. You and I are equally strong, but he can easily destroy my cultivation. Don't you understand the gap between us?"
Being humiliated like this, Jingkong looked a little unhappy. He said coldly, "So what? He must stay here today no matter what."
The next second, a relic suddenly appeared in the air, and then a Buddhist formation appeared on the original Confucian formation.
A Buddha statue appeared in the formation, and there were bursts of Sanskrit sounds. A golden lotus appeared out of thin air under Jingkong's feet, wrapping him up completely.
The golden lotus shadow cast a layer of sacred light on Jingkong who was standing in it. Such holiness seemed incompatible with the murderous intent on his face.
Seeing this, Gu Shiyan couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Buddhism has five precepts: not killing, not stealing, not committing adultery, not drinking alcohol, and not lying. Master, you just broke two of them."
"It's obvious that the Huguo Temple itself lacks strength, and now they are blaming me, Yunliang Qianchi." A cold and arrogant voice rang out in the empty courtyard, mixed with the sound of wind and sand blowing, and the atmosphere became a little tense for a moment.
Jingkong's expression remained normal. After all, he had been in the martial arts world for several years, which made him much better than the fledgling Beirong State Master. However, Gu Shiyan's words still pierced the softest part of his heart. He seemed to be answering Gu Shiyan, but also seemed to be comforting himself, "For the sake of the century-old foundation of my Huguo Temple, when I reach Jiuquan one day, I will personally apologize to the Buddha."
As if he had heard a huge joke, Gu Shiyan laughed loudly and wantonly, and then said in a cold voice: "Before, I was a little confused as to why you and Confucianism got together. Now I know. A monk, but with murderous intentions, a Confucian scholar, but killed all his apprentices."
His gaze was firm and sharp, like a sharp sword, completely tearing off the veil between the two.
Seeing this, Huan Zai tutted his words twice and said with some disdain, "You usually pretend to be indifferent to the world, but I didn't expect that you are such a virtuous person behind the scenes. I don't even want to associate with you."
After these words were spoken, the three people including Gu Shiyan were a little stunned. They couldn't help but wonder which side Huan Zai was on.
Two warning glances followed, and Huan Zai was directed at him. He then clapped his hands, took two steps forward, and jokingly said, "Don't get angry so easily, you two. We are now on the same boat."
It was obvious that the two of them didn't want to pay attention to Huan Zai, which made the atmosphere around them a little awkward.
Fortunately, Huan Zai himself did not care about such a strange atmosphere. He took out an ancient and heavy book from his sleeve and threw it into the air.
A purple-gold light suddenly appeared, and in a moment, a formation with strange patterns appeared in the courtyard.
After finishing the action, he did not forget to look in Gu Shiyan's direction, with a friendly smile on his face, and said: "This is a national treasure that I stole from the offering hall. Master Yue Zun, please enjoy it."
Immediately afterwards, three pressures superimposed on each other. First, a thick bamboo slip appeared in the air, followed by a relic shining with golden light, and finally turned into a Buddhist seal. The book that Huan Zai took out summoned purple-gold thunder, making a crisp sound.
As the three men waved their hands downward, powerful pressure came towards Gu Shiyan. At first, he was able to stand firm under this pressure, but as the formation gradually evolved, Gu Shiyan became a little tired and could only draw out the long sword on his waist.
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