Chapter 112 Sword Master's Artifact and Magical Artifact
Husband Jiaocheng, Li Mansion.
Master Liaochen was examining a green-glazed petal bowl.
The glaze is lustrous and the body is thin and light, showing the high level of craftsmanship, which is comparable to those used by the emperor.
But this is not the point. The point is that this is a bowl used by Li Zhou.
"…I got up this morning and made a pot of mushroom and chicken noodles for Zhou'er. Just as I was about to use this bowl to serve a bowl, I got a big blister from the scald."
As Li Sheng spoke, he looked at Master Lechen with admiration. She was worthy of being the master of Yehe Temple, as she could pick it up with her bare hands.
Could it be that she has mastered some magical power like the Ruthless Iron Hands?
Nun Liaochen calmly put down the bowl, let her sleeves fall to cover her burned palms, and quietly used her magic power to heal her wounds.
It’s so hot…it’s so hot!
Seeing Mr. Li bringing it to me on a plate, I thought it was just a little hot.
If it weren't for her years of self-cultivation, she would have thrown the bowl away the moment she took it.
What's the difference between this and touching the lava directly with your hands?
"I sensed a hint of the sun's aura from it." Master Liaochen pondered, "Before this, Zhu'er didn't seem to have shown any ability in this regard."
"No." Li Sheng said, "She is no different from other children except that she has more arms and legs and can eat a little more. Oh, no, there are differences. She is more sensible and studious than her peers."
Master Liaochen looked at Li Sheng deeply and did not comment on his evaluation. It was already a miracle that the Li family did not mutate into demons. How could they be expected to remain rational?
"It looks like she has gained a new toy." Nun Liaochen raised her head and looked at the red sun rising in the east. The gorgeous morning glow dyed the sky golden. "At least for now, it should be considered a good thing."
She didn't know what happened to Lord Xihe, but she could sense that the world had undergone unknown changes.
"Then we can't touch the bowls that Zhou Er used anymore." Li Sheng frowned. "The family has not had much income recently, and we have to spend money on buying bowls."
Master Liaochen laughed: "With such a magical tool, are you still worried about not having any income?"
"A divine weapon?"
"That's right. Although it only has a very weak aura of the sun, it is already an extremely rare treasure for practitioners. Those who practice Pure Yang techniques would probably be willing to exchange it for a huge sum of money."
Li Sheng opened his eyes wide: "That's enough to buy bowls for Zhu'er's whole life, and they have to be made of pure gold."
"We need to give it a resounding name. Even the best wine needs to be known only by its good reputation. The Sun God Xihe is also known as the East Emperor. Why not call it the East Emperor Ou?" Master Liaochen looked at Li Sheng. "What do you think?"
Li Sheng thought for a moment and said, "I'll go discuss this with Zhou Er first."
Although she may not remember what bowl she used, what if she still has feelings for this bowl?
Master Liaochen nodded and said, "If Zhou'er is willing, I will spread the word that the Eastern Emperor's relics have appeared in the world to attract those who practice the Pure Yang technique."
"Do you want to sell the bowl?" Baby Li Zhou woke up and had just eaten some noodles with chopped mushrooms and chicken when he saw Mr. Li and Mrs. Lechen coming over to ask him if he still wanted the old bowl.
I didn’t expect that life at home was already so difficult!
Li Zhou was horrified, and many ways to make money flashed through his mind, such as making glass, cement, and going out to sea to find gold and silver...
Not even one!
"I'll sell it and buy you a golden bowl." Yue Niang glanced at Li Sheng, who was silent for a moment, and wondered why this Li turtle still didn't dare to talk to his daughter. She turned her head and asked Li Zhou softly, "Is it okay?"
Li Zhou looked at her mother and father in confusion. What? She thought the family was so poor that they couldn't even afford to use bowls. She was a good and frugal child. "If you can afford it, you can buy it."
Yue Niang said, "If you sell it, you can afford it. This bowl of yours can be exchanged for more than ten golden bowls. Because it is the one you used."
When Master Liaochen heard this, her heart tightened and she stared at Li Zhou's expression, afraid that she would start to think about why this happened.
When Li Zhou heard the last sentence, she nodded naturally. Maybe her reputation as a child prodigy had spread, and parents who like to push their children to success wanted to buy her home to bring good luck.
Li Zhou, who was very confident in his wisdom, did not further investigate and immediately agreed to sell the bowls.
Master Liaochen: “…”
I always feel like I think too much.
When rumors of the appearance of the divine weapon Donghuang Ou spread in Chizhou, the people in Quanyi were in panic because the magic weapon Red Flame Lamp was wreaking havoc on the world.
Legend has it that the Scarlet Flame Lamp is the life-saving magic weapon of a generation of demon lords. Anyone who is illuminated by the light, no matter how profound your cultivation is, will have all your flesh and blood disappear in an instant and turn into a pile of bones.
Fortunately, the princess from the Zhou Kingdom was brave and kind. She led the soldiers to drive away the evil Red Flame Lantern again and again and save innocent people.
The state teacher Zando allied with the demons and disregarded the lives of the people. However, the princess of Zhou regarded everyone as her own people, including the Quanyi people, Wangman people, Rongdian people, Luoying people... As long as they could speak the Zhou language and were willing to learn the Zhou language, they could all seek refuge from her.
As long as they want to survive, no one is willing to follow the Inui royal family, let alone believe in Mahakala.
The statue of Mahakala was smashed and replaced with the statue of the Sword Saint Zhengyang who could subdue demons. The princess said that even she was guided by the Sword Saint to make up her mind to come to the Inuyi to save all living beings.
The craftsmen of the Inuyi were not as skilled as those of the Great Zhou, but their sincerity and respect were no less. The statue of the Sword Saint was enshrined in the temple, replacing Mahakala and his followers.
"The Sword Saint of Zhengyang appears. The Sword Saint is mighty!"
People followed the princess's instructions, chanting prayers every day and passing on the story of the Sword Saint by word of mouth.
She came from Duotian Sect, and the gate of Duotian Sect was located on Xili Mountain within the territory of Zhou State. It used to be a devil's cave like the Quanyi, but now it has become a peaceful and harmonious paradise.
When Lord Sword Saint arrives, the demons become terrified. If they are still not at ease, they can use the "Jingzhen Eating Ghosts Picture" to protect their homes. Emperor Jingzhen is even more extraordinary, he is the leader of Duotian Sect!
With the rise of the faith in the Sword Saint, Mahakala's followers became rats crossing the street, and the former Inuyi state religion turned into a cult despised by everyone.
The unrepentant fanatical believers held on to the only remaining statue, hid from place to place, prayed day and night, but could not get any response from their own god.
"…Mahakala has been dead for more than forty years."
When Princess Changning's army attacked the royal court, the national teacher Zando, who had been protecting King Inuyi and leaving together, took a few steps back in shock and almost fell down.
The Inuyi King, who had changed into civilian clothes, had a sullen look on his face and grabbed his collar. "What were the oracles you received earlier? You swore that the gods would protect us, but you don't even know whether He is alive or dead? Isn't He a god? Can a mortal god still be called a god?"
"If faith is not extinguished, there will be an anchor for Him in the world, and He will be resurrected one day." Zando ignored the crazy look of the Inuyi King and stared at the statue on the table, "We still have a chance."
"All the gods are dead, what chance do we have?" The look in the eyes of the Inuyi King when he looked at Zando showed that he wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood, but his guards were already mostly dead, and the only one he could rely on now was the national teacher.
After calming down his head which was blinded by anger, the Inuyi King let go of Zando and slid down against the wall with a dejected look on his face.
Zandha shook his head and said, "The gods cannot make mistakes. It is this world that is wrong. Someone changed history and caused the Mahakala in history to die."
The Inuyi King raised his bloodshot eyes and asked, "Can you put history back on track?"
"I can't, but the gods can."
Zando glanced at the Inu-Yi King and straightened the wrinkles on his chest. He remembered the disrespect shown by the Inu-Yi King just now. His identity as a king was still useful for the time being. He would wait until the gods were resurrected before sending him off.
It was clear that both of them had murderous intentions towards each other, but the next moment, they cheered up and discussed how to rebuild the faith of Mahakala.
"Knock knock." There were two knocks on the door. The two looked at each other and stopped talking tacitly. Zando opened the door and saw the owner of the house, an old woman in her fifties or sixties.
Now there are documents all over the Quanyi territory searching for the Quanyi King and the Imperial Master. If this place weren't located deep in the mountains and the information wasn't well-informed, the Quanyi King and Zando wouldn't dare to stay for long.
"Sir, the meal is ready." The old woman's expression was full of awe for the important man. Zando searched her whole body with his spiritual sense and did not find any sharp weapons or poison.
"Thank you." Zando showed the smile he used when he was a missionary in his youth, looked at the old woman bringing the food, and glanced at the Inuyi King.
The Inuyi King understood and said to the guards at the door: "You can eat too. Thank you for your hard work on the journey."
"We dare not!" Although the guards said this, they showed a sincere smile, took the food brought by the old woman, and started to wolf it down while standing.
The Inuyi King and the Imperial Master sat at the dinner table and waited for the guards outside to finish eating. After another quarter of an hour, nothing happened, so they picked up their chopsticks and began to eat in silence.
We will recuperate here today, and when we leave tomorrow, please leave the old lady's body intact because of her dedicated service to us.
The two of them thought at the same time.
In their view, their whereabouts must not be exposed. How could those who are determined to achieve great things care about the life or death of an old woman? They would just give her a proper burial after they restored their country.
When they thought so, they did not notice that the three-headed, eight-armed Mahakala statue enshrined on the table gradually twisted and deformed, transforming into a statue of a sword saint with a huge sword on his back and fluttering clothes.
The old woman, who had been staring at the statue without blinking after delivering the meal, smiled sincerely when she saw this scene.
When Zando noticed her expression, he had already shared a meal with the Inuyi King.
His heart skipped a beat and he turned his head sharply, following her gaze, to meet the eyes of the statue.
The statue, with lowered eyes and emitting a sacred glow, felt his gaze and slowly opened its eyes.
"Plop." The chopsticks in Zando's hand fell to the ground.
"...poison...poisonous..." The guards who finished their meal first covered their mouths, but blood still flowed out from between their fingers.
The Inuyi King realized that something was wrong and wanted to hold the bronze drum beside him, but he felt a sharp burning pain in his stomach. He opened his mouth and spurted out blood mixed with minced meat.
"...You...you are a follower of the evil god..." He looked at the old woman in disbelief and uttered broken words with difficulty, "...I am your king!"
"I used to be a maid in the royal court," the old woman said coldly, "Your Majesty, you really have forgotten me."
There was a trace of bewilderment in the painful look of the Inuyi King. Zando's body trembled: "You are the maid whose hands were chopped off by the previous king!"
"I am really touched that the Imperial Master can actually remember a small person like me."
Zando quietly used his magic power to delay time: "How could I not remember you? In order to resist the unjust order, you bit the former king to death. Your courage is admirable..."
"Do you think I don't know that you have come to me several times afterwards, wanting to kill me, the only person who witnessed the coup?" The old woman interrupted him and smiled, "I have been hiding in the mountains for so many years, waiting for this day. How does it feel to die in the hands of a little maid, the same maid you wanted to kill but didn't?"
The Inuyi King spat out blood again, but he was no longer able to get angry and looked down at his abdomen.
At some point, his stomach had been burned from the inside out and was about to break in two.
All the magic power in Zando's body had stagnated, his abdomen also showed a burning color, his face was ashen, and he suddenly sneered: "You just borrowed the power of the evil god, and you dare to say such big words."
The old woman was surprised and asked, "Aren't you going to borrow Mahakala's power? The Sword Saint is not like your Mahakala... What do you want to do?"
Using his last bit of strength, Zando pounced on the statue of the Sword Saint, wanting to smash it. As long as he destroyed the medium, as long as he destroyed it, the burning divine power attached to the food would disappear.
"boom!"
Before he could touch the statue, the sun-like scorching light blasted him away. In just a moment, Zandha was roasted into a human-shaped piece of charcoal.
The old woman was startled, then looked at the statue that was still and had its eyes closed again, and said with great joy, "Thank you, Master Sword Saint."
The Inuyi King opened his mouth unwillingly, as if he wanted to say something, but the next moment, there was a cracking sound and he was burned into two halves from the waist and abdomen.
The old woman withdrew her gaze, looked at his body indifferently, then glanced at the guard who had already fallen at the door, picked up a shovel, and started digging a burial pit.
At the same time, in front of a snail monster cave, Wei Xianfeng was asking his men to go to the nearby people to notify the people to come and watch the monster capture, in order to dispel the rumors that the "Red Flame Lamp" she was holding was definitely not a magic weapon. The reason why she left as soon as the princess arrived was because she was a pioneer and she had to clear the way for the princess.
Swordsman Li Zhou saw the mountains of pink apple snail eggs through the blood-red mirror, and his open mouth suddenly closed.
What's going on? One moment it's a stinky human, the next moment it's stinky snail eggs, neither of them looks delicious.
Li Zhou, who was disgusted, had only one thought in his mind: he had trypophobia and wanted to get rid of it, you apple snail.
The people who were finally convinced walked out of their homes cautiously and saw the house-sized snail monster and its densely packed pink eggs, all covered by the blood-red light of the red flame lamp.
The snail monster screamed and spontaneously combusted, rolling wildly in the flames. The faces of several young people whose homes had once seen the "snail girl" changed, and the next moment, they lowered their heads and vomited out a large number of pink eggs.
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