Chapter 28: Making a Difficult Move
He seems to be very curious about everything and is not afraid.
The little fat fox was concentrating on the roast chicken and duck in front of him, eating until his paws and mouth were shiny with oil.
Everyone was eating, drinking, and chatting about their daily practice.
Grandma Shi was smiling the whole time and was very satisfied with the lively scene.
In fact, practicing asceticism is a difficult thing. It requires abandoning worldly pleasures and concentrating on the cultivation of Taoism.
Anyone who can endure loneliness is a remarkable person.
The three sisters of Meirenling cannot eat meat and can only smell the fragrance.
When the little fat fox saw that they didn't eat, he secretly ran over and grabbed a chicken leg and put it in his mouth.
When I took a bite, I felt like I was eating incense ash and soil. It seemed like meat when I chewed it, but in my mouth, it had a rotten smell.
The little fat fox quickly spat it out with a "Puh, Puh, Puh" sound, and almost vomited out the meat he had eaten with a dry heave.
Zhiruo laughed without hesitation, her shoulders rising up from laughter, like peach blossoms trembling.
Jiaying grabbed the little fat fox by the neck, fed it a mouthful of wine to rinse its mouth, and teased it, "Do you dare to come and steal food again?"
The little fat fox shuddered and crawled behind Grandma Shi, too embarrassed to see anyone.
Granny Shi knocked on the little fat fox's head and said, "You greedy ghost, you will suffer a lot sooner or later."
"These three fellow Daoists are Yin bodies, how dare you steal their food?"
The little fat fox then realized that this was the taste of food eaten by ghosts.
It turns out that offerings in the cemetery really cannot be stolen or eaten.
This is just a small episode.
Just eating and drinking is a bit boring.
Zhiruo suggested, "It's rare for fellow Taoist Zuo Jin to get together, why don't we play a game?"
The Sparrow Fairy perked up: "What game?"
Zhiruo pondered and said, "How about a drinking game?"
The Sparrow Fairy immediately shook his head: "I can't read, how can I know any drinking games?"
"How about playing pot tossing?" Zhiruo suggested again.
The Sparrow Fairy said, "Even if you place the pot on the roof of Shouyue Tower, I will still be able to hit the target every time."
Jiaying covered her mouth and laughed secretly: "Second sister, those are just things you use to pass the time in the boudoir. They are not very suitable nowadays."
After turning the corner, Zhiruo didn't know whether to laugh or cry for a moment. She couldn't help feeling sad that things and people had changed.
Jiaying noticed her low mood and quickly said, "I think we should draw lots and have the person who draws the lot do the magic. We don't want anything big, but it has to be fun and interesting."
Zhiruo always liked to have fun. Jiaying reminded her of her thoughts and she smiled and said, "That's a good idea. Do you want to try it?"
What's wrong with enjoying a feast?
Gong Mengbi said, "Okay, I'll make the fortune pot."
He broke off pine branches to make a pot, picked leaves from the green bamboos given by the bird fairy to use as sticks, and marked the sticks.
"The fortune pot is ready, who wants to draw?"
Zhiruo volunteered to draw first, took out a bamboo leaf from the lottery box, and said with a smile, "I drew the Yaksha ghost!"
Yaksha was drinking from a wine glass, holding it between two fingers. Considering his physique, the wine glass and plate seemed a little small.
Hearing Zhiruo's words, he stood up and took a look. Seeing that it was indeed him, he did not hesitate, drank the wine in the glass, and jumped into the field with a steel fork.
Despite his huge body, he landed on the ground like a goose feather, without stirring up any dust.
"The Yaksha ghost of the Small Holy Temple, who calls himself Xiang Qian, is here to present his ugliness."
The Yaksha Demon Society didn't have many spells, and none of them were particularly entertaining, so they performed a sword dance. Since they were holding steel forks, it might be more appropriate to call it a steel fork dance.
With such a huge body and enormous strength, wielding a steel fork with a cold glow, he should have swept away everything like a hurricane.
But in Xiang Qian's hands, it seemed not like a murderous weapon, but a blooming flower.
He was strong and fast, and his steel fork danced like flying flowers.
But his movements were light, his turns were gentle, and between movement and stillness, he had the wonderful image of a Vajra dancing.
The baboon brother only saw that the Yaksha ghost's movements seemed slow but were actually fast, combining hardness and softness, and it was a profound martial art that possessed both strength and beauty.
He couldn't help but admire it repeatedly, which made the fox junior brother feel uneasy: "Senior brother, this Yaksha ghost looks very powerful."
Senior Brother Mandrill whispered, "With this kind of martial arts, if he were in the human world, he would be a great master."
In fact, in terms of martial arts alone, Xiang Qian is a top-notch expert even among immortals and monsters.
After the dance, Xiang Qian jumped back to the table.
Gong Mengbi raised his wine glass and said, "Good dance, good martial arts! Fellow Daoist, please."
It wasn't just Gong Mengbi. Seeing his martial arts skills, everyone in the room was impressed and came forward to toast and praise him.
Xiang Qian stretched out his big hand and scratched his head, feeling a little helpless.
Gong Mengbi noticed his discomfort and handed the lottery box to Yashagui, saying, "Xiang Qian, come and draw one."
Xiang Qian stretched out two thick fingers, pinched a bamboo leaf, and took a look at it: "It's a bird fairy."
The Sparrow Fairy stood up, opened his arms, and transformed them into wings before flying up. Landing in the middle of the field, his wings transformed back into arms. "I'm in Bamboo Ridge. I'm a sparrow that has become a spirit. I call myself Wen Xiu."
Wen Xiu wore a green robe over a brocade robe, looking innocent and adorable. He shook himself, and from his sleeves fell dozens of slender feathers, resembling feathers and bamboo leaves, transforming into birds of various shades, some green, some blue, some red, and some white.
A colorful bird with long tail feathers chirped and circled around everyone, and finally flew back into Wen Xiu's robe. No one knew where he hid it.
"Good!" Gong Mengbi said good and supported Wen Xiu.
Wen Xiu was a little shy. He reached out and took a bamboo leaf from Gong Mengbi's fortune stick: "It's a mandrill."
Wen Xiu handed the bamboo leaf to the mandrill, and indeed saw the image of a mandrill faintly engraved on the bamboo leaf.
Junior Brother Gray Fox kept muttering, "I'm going to die, I'm going to be discovered."
Normally, you can use the Mirage Bead to cover it up and deceive people from the outside, but once you try to do something, the Mirage Bead will not be able to hide it.
The breath of a monster is different from that of a human, and the illusion will be exposed as soon as it takes action.
Senior Brother Mandrill remained calm. He walked to the center of the field, carrying a wooden stick on his back, and said, "I am..."
He paused briefly before finally saying his name: "My name is Menghua. I'm not good at magic, so I'll just use this as a sword dance."
Gray Fox thought to himself, "Why did he reveal his real name?"
He breathed a sigh of relief again: "Sword Dance, fortunately it's not a spell."
The mandrill took off the wooden stick on its back. It was originally a sword case and was quite heavy.
The mandrill dancing with a wooden stick is like Menghua dancing with a sword box.
Although the sword box is heavy, the sword inside is spiritual and it feels satisfying when held in the hand.
The wooden stick is as light as a feather in the mandrill's hand, and the shadow of the stick is like a swimming dragon, coming like the wind and leaving like lightning.
Senior Brother Menghua is a master of swordsmanship. Even the sword case looks like a dancing dragon in his hands. You can see the shadow of a flying dragon hiding, rising, and wandering in it.
The gray fox was so engrossed in watching that his little hands were about to break from clapping.
He only knew that his senior brother was a sword immortal, and that there was a spiritual sword in his sword box. To kill someone, he only needed to let out the flying sword and he could take off the person's head from a hundred miles away.
But I never knew that my senior brother was also very skilled in martial arts. He could use the box as a sword and possess extremely superb skills.
Gong Mengbi just felt that it was a feast for his eyes. What he was dancing with was the sword box in his hand, and also the sword technique in his heart.
Gong Mengbi only took a glimpse of the magnificent aura like a divine dragon and realized that Menghua was no ordinary practitioner.
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