Chapter 100: Dream of Five Forbidden Rampage
When Fang Ya heard from his fellow disciples that someone had come from Zhuzhai, he immediately thought it was another book thief.
The moment he saw the other person, his expression was a little surprised. He immediately stepped forward and shouted, "Don't go in! The abbot is...something's not right now! You'll piss him off!"
Long Zhu looked back at him, pushed the door open, and saw the lacquered coffin in the room at a glance.
"Wang Suqing said he'll be back in half a month. Why haven't you dug him out yet?"
A long black coffin lay quietly in the shadows of the innermost room of the bamboo studio, its body gleaming with the soft, gentle hue of aged wood worn countless times. Its four legs were carved with entwined lotus flowers, and the lid, covered in cloud patterns and taboo characters, lay to the side, tumbling against the shelves of the multi-treasure cabinet. The room felt as if it had been the scene of a chaotic struggle.
In the flattened soil of the coffin, a few clusters of light blue flowers emerged in the corners, similar to ground lettuce and corydalis. The edges of the petals were so thin that they were translucent, as if covered by a cloud of mist, and their beauty seemed unreal.
This is not the common vegetation on Lubo Mountain. It is Xiling Grass, which often grows in corners with abundant spiritual energy.
A ray of setting sun leaked in through the bamboo curtain, slicing diagonally across the edge of the coffin. Gray dust was framed in this halo and floated around. There was a sense of loneliness and solitude that came from living in the mountains for a long time, unaware of worldly affairs.
Long Zhu walked forward, placed his hands on the side of the coffin, and lowered his eyes: "Huh? Still not awake?"
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and tried to dig up the loose soil.
Fang Ya came running after him, panting, clutching the door frame. He seemed a little afraid to step in, and stood at the threshold anxiously, "Don't touch him! The temple master's restrictions have gone wild!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Long Zhu had already embedded his hand into the soil, and gently flicked the mud to the side. Half of his jade-like face immediately emerged from the soil. His eyebrows were indifferent, his eyes were closed, and his lips with a little blood color were slightly raised, as if he had not yet woken up from a dream.
The next second, a thick and solid small mountain range suddenly emerged under his feet. Covered with moss, it looked like a snake vine from a distance. It opened a big hole in the roof of the bamboo house. Long Zhu was directly knocked out by this brutal force, and was thrown out of the yard through the big hole in the roof, and fell face down into a human-shaped pit.
Fang Ya turned his head to look over in fear.
"Cough cough cough." After a while, she pulled herself out of the pit, shook the corners of her clothes, and mud and sand flowed down the folds of her clothes.
Fang Ya's mouth twitched: "Are you okay?"
Long Zhu reset his dislocated arm with a click, and his voice sounded a little depressed: "It's okay."
Fang Ya hesitated and said, "You have a nosebleed."
Long Zhu covered his nose and mouth, raised his head and then lowered it, and said calmly: "It's gone now."
She continued walking into the bamboo house.
Fang Ya held her shoulders and frowned: "Still going? Didn't you see that thing just now?"
"The restriction went out of control, and you just left it alone?" Long Zhu brushed the other person's hand away expressionlessly, glancing coldly at Fang Ya: "Is this how you stayed in front of him?"
Fang Ya felt a pang of pain in his heart and lowered his head with a look of shame.
In the beginning, there were actually no problems. He stayed in the bamboo house, watering the plants, weeding, and guarding the courtyard to prevent sneak attacks from villains. More than half a month passed, and the Xiling grass was about to grow out, but at this juncture, something went wrong.
Under normal circumstances, the master of the temple would have crawled out of the earth by himself long ago, but this time he was still sleeping and the restrictions given by heaven and earth were out of control. When he approached, an earth wall would quickly form.
Fang Ya couldn't ask his fellow disciples for help. Forming Heaven and Earth was a forbidden technique, and it wouldn't be good if too many people knew about it. He could only discuss it with his uncle, the abbot, and first notify the Abnormal Control Bureau. They would send someone to contact the transportation department and close the nearby mountain roads to prevent the technique from going out of control and accidentally injuring the villagers.
But the reason why the magic went out of control remains a mystery.
Fang Ya watched Long Zhu calmly walk towards the coffin, and subconsciously raised his hand to say something, but then he thought that if even "Xiao" couldn't solve this problem, then there would be no use asking anyone else.
So he swallowed the worries in his stomach, his face solemn, and stared at the other party's movements without blinking, waiting for the slightest mistake so that he could take action to remedy the situation.
The earth dragon that had just knocked the dragon bamboo away was lurking under the bamboo house, and the beams around it were shaking and creaking, as if it was preparing to do it again.
Long Zhu didn't give it the chance and quickly jumped away before the next round of attack. The earth dragon's tail sweep missed and it slapped the ground in anger. The earth spikes exploded like a row of fangs of a monster.
Long Zhu nimbly dodged the earth spikes, used the force to kick, and jumped out of the gap. She was about to stop in front of the coffin, but the wall next to it was broken by the wildly growing mountain wall. The earth and rocks wrapped around her limbs, forming a cocoon, and she hovered just above the coffin.
Fang Ya pinched the door frame nervously, leaving marks on it, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
"Hey." The short-haired woman who was tied up by the hard rock suddenly laughed briefly, as if her prank was successful. Before anyone could react, she took a deep breath and her cheeks gradually bulged.
Fang Ya suddenly realized something and covered his ears reflexively.
"Ha!!" She exhaled this breath of spiritual energy, and the earth and rocks flew everywhere, the ground shook, and the coffin boards were shaken off to the ground. Thick mud flowed down the cracks, and the body of the man in white emerged completely.
Fang Ya felt dizzy and almost foamed at the mouth.
It turned out to be the Zen Buddhism’s demon-breaking Sanskrit sound… When did she learn it?
At that time, she was hiding outside the martial arts arena early in the morning, right?
The rocks suddenly stopped rising and falling, as if they were stunned by the Sanskrit roar for a moment.
Long Zhu kicked away the rubble, flipped over and fell from above. When he landed, he happened to grab Bai Heye on the coffin lid, preventing him from rolling off.
Fang Ya then came running over, bent down, picked up the man, and dragged the coffin along with him: "The house is about to collapse! Get out first!"
The two of them escaped from the bamboo house one after the other, and a second later, the house collapsed completely.
Fang Ya spread the coffin on the grass and carefully placed Bai He on top. He looked at the mess behind him with a complicated expression: "I have to use the overhaul fund again..."
Long Zhu looked at the face hidden in the weeds. Because it was unconscious, its movements were involuntary, like a puppet randomly abandoned in the wilderness. The back of its head hit the cold and hard surface, its lower jaw raised, and there were messy scars on its cheeks caused by scratches from gravel.
So embarrassing.
Such an adjective immediately popped up in her mind.
This disheveled man had a very calm expression, just as he usually appeared calm.
Long Zhu was stunned, wondering if this person could maintain this expression even after sleeping in the ground for decades. She couldn't do it anyway. Since ancient times, she had always been unearthed in the most unruly postures. Some were upside down with their limbs tangled, and some had their heads missing. The only slightly normal one was the last time Ying Zhiwei woke her up.
"What are you looking at?" Fang Ya had just finished talking to the abbot's uncle on the phone. He turned around and found Long Zhu leaning over to the abbot. He stretched out a finger and poked the abbot in the face: "You..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw the finger change from poking to pinching, grabbing a piece of soft flesh on his cheek and pulling it out.
Fang Ya was furious: "Hey!!!"
"Snap."
Long Zhu let go of his hand and looked back at him with innocent eyes: "I want to try to wake him up."
Fang Ya stared at the red mark on the temple master's face, suppressed his anger, and forced himself to calm down: "Don't do anything rash, I have already notified the Abnormal Control Bureau, and they will send someone to help you later."
Long Zhu: "Oh..."
She fell into deep thought, her eyes slowly sweeping across the "corpse" in front of her, stopping at the restrictive pattern wrapped around her calf, and her brows inadvertently jumped.
Before Fang Ya could stop him, he saw the other party's palm fall directly on the restriction. With a powerful explosive force, he was shaken several meters away, and the whole person hung on the bamboo branch and slowly slid down.
He raised his head with difficulty and looked towards the center of the storm in front of him. He saw that the two of them were wrapped in rich spiritual power. Clusters of blooming spiritual grass instantly grew around them. Long Zhu's bangs were blown, and his hair was flying in the wind. A faint trace of blue veins flashed on his smooth forehead. It was a sign that the body would be unable to bear the burden after excessive use of spiritual power.
After a while, the wind gradually died down.
Fang Ya fell from the branch with a crash and landed flat on his face.
Long Zhu retracted his hand: "No need to notify."
She spoke in a relaxed tone and gave Fang Ya a thumbs up: "I have already fixed it for him."
"Master!" Fang Ya was terrified. He crawled over and checked the place with a panicked look. He actually found that the eyelids of the person on the coffin lid had twitched. He widened his eyes and held his breath, "...Master?"
Long Zhu sat on the grass and complained, "He had an excess of spiritual energy and unconsciously used Heaven and Earth Formation. But I swallowed that turbulent spiritual energy, and he should wake up soon."
She forcibly consumed spiritual power that was several times greater than her own body. At this moment, cracks appeared on her hands, like layers of lava peeling off, except that the "magma" inside was the same light blue as the Xiling grass.
It was a close call. I almost had to change my body again.
Bai He also slowly opened his eyes.
Fang Ya said happily: "Master! You are awake!"
The other person blinked, slowly sat up, looked down, and then stared at his hands, turning them over and over again.
Fang Ya suddenly had a bad feeling. He turned his head to look at Long Zhu and asked, "Are you sure there was nothing wrong with what you did just now?"
Long Zhu scratched his cheek and said, "Of course. I was worried that he didn't have enough spiritual power, so I gave him some, just enough."
Fang Ya muttered, "Is this true?"
Bai He also looked up at the two of them in a daze, his eyes full of confusion.
Long Zhu also stared at him and felt that his face was still the same. In human words, it was as golden and jade-like, beautiful and pure. The upper half of his face was so cold that it kept people away, so the corners of his mouth were always slightly curved in the past, filling in some gentleness and kindness.
But today I feel...
Why does it look a bit silly?
I hope she won't cause any harm to him.
Long Zhu was shocked and looked a little guilty.
Fang Ya thought the other party was still in shock after the violent impact, so he asked with concern, "Master, are you feeling unwell?"
Bai He also moved his lips twice, and a dry voice came out from his throat: "Master...?"
He blinked, his expression confused, as if he didn't understand what the two words meant, and just repeated the other person's words in confusion.
"This, you, this is..." Fang Ya's jaw dropped in shock. He suddenly turned his head and glared at Long Zhu. The other party was silent for half a second, then shamelessly dodged and disappeared on the spot.
Fang Ya was left staring at his confused master.
Fang Ya: "Dragon Bamboo!!!"
Just kill and don’t bury!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
