Chapter 392: Unable to Tame the Dragon, the Painting Saint's Ink
However, facing this powerful demon, even if he had recovered his strength, Taoist Xiao was not sure if he could take revenge.
If he were alone, he could die a martyr.
If it were just a few fellow disciples, they would surely work together with him and risk their lives.
But he has elderly and weak parents and sick children at home. Although Taoist Xiao can shout that he would sacrifice his life for justice and die with honor, but if his entire family is retaliated by this demon, he will not be able to rest in peace even if he dies.
The Immortal Jin Ting was obsessed with the murals in the Golden Palace. He admired every stroke of the brush and ink, and pondered the techniques and principles involved. He looked like a wealthy young man who was proficient in this art and was addicted to it.
But the Taoists in Shenjing Palace would not think so. They would only feel that the demon was becoming more and more terrifying.
Taoist Xiao and several of his fellow disciples were the first to recover their strength. They helped the old and the young out of the Golden Palace and went to the hut to rest.
The usually confused old Taoist opened his cloudy eyes, and with his bony fingers, he grasped Taoist Xiao's hand fiercely, saying, "Master, my death is not a pity, but you must not let the Taoist lineage of Shenjing Palace be destroyed. Otherwise, in the name of my ancestors, I will not be able to rest in peace even in death."
Taoist Xiao was so hurt by his grip that a sour feeling welled up in his heart. He could only whisper, "I understand."
The old Taoist stared at him intently, but in the end his old body could no longer support him. His eyes lost their luster and he passed out.
In the Golden Palace, in front of the Great Immortal Jin Ting, no matter how powerless they were, they dared not lose consciousness.
Because once your eyes are closed, you may not be able to open them.
Several young Taoist children hugged each other and sobbed. The young Taoist priest turned pale and looked at Taoist Xiao in panic, asking, "Master, what should we do next?"
"what to do?"
Taoist Xiao looked around, feeling only a sense of desolation. He laughed bitterly and said, "Of course I'll do as the demon says. I'm not as skilled as him, so what can I do?"
Taoist Xiao instructed several of his fellow disciples to take good care of the old and young in the palace.
Xiao Daoren's senior brother then asked, "What are you going to do? Don't do anything stupid!"
Taoist Xiao said bitterly, "What else can I do? I don't know what that demon's intentions are. I must find out. Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid."
Watching Taoist Xiao go to the Golden Palace, these Taoists sighed bitterly.
Taoist Xiao came to the outside of the Golden Palace again. The lights in the palace were bright and the ground was filled with golden light.
There were lotus lanterns, blue ox lanterns, and vermilion bird lanterns, some carved from paulownia wood, some cast from bronze, and some fired from clay. All kinds of lights illuminated the golden palace.
The murals in the hall are so lifelike that they seem to burst out of the walls, with light and shadow changing under the lamplight.
Gong Mengbi was admiring the murals on the wall. Seeing Taoist Xiao coming, he asked, "What's your name?"
Taoist Xiao felt bitter. This demon had occupied West Dongting Mountain and the Golden Palace of Shenjing Palace, but he didn't even know the name of him, the head of Shenjing Palace.
Taoist Xiao said expressionlessly, "Xiao Rong, the head of Shenjing Palace."
Gong Mengbi asked, "What is the origin of your Shenjing Palace? Your fire-making method is only somewhat interesting, but your dragon-controlling technique is barely worthy of my attention."
Taoist Xiao replied in front of the hall, "Our Shenjing Palace was built eight hundred years ago by order of the Emperor of the Dasheng Dynasty. At that time, the Dasheng Dynasty was building a canal and unearthed two dragons, a red dragon and a white dragon. They didn't know what to do with them. Since my master's ancestors were from the dragon-raising clan and had some dragon-raising skills, they asked my master to herd the two dragons in West Dongting Mountain, and we built Shenjing Palace here."
Gong Mengbi looked at the numerous dragon images on the murals and nodded. He said, "So this is a legacy passed down by the ancient Dragon Clan. In ancient times, there were officials who raised dragons. But after the world was pacified, these officials gradually lost their role and disappeared. It's rare that the Dragon Clan's legacy still exists here."
Gong Mengbi stretched out a snow-white tail from beneath his clothes, curled up and passed through the golden palace, stretched out in front of Taoist Xiao, and said, "I'm giving it back to you."
I saw the red dragon named Fanu, like a small red snake, coiled in the snow-white fox tail, and seemed to be in a light sleep.
"Fanu!" Taoist Xiao showed a nervous look and hurriedly held the little red snake in his hand. He only felt the warmth to his touch, but it did not wake up.
Taoist Xiao quickly said, "Great Immortal Jin Ting, use the magic to slave it..."
Gong Mengbi's long tail had already folded up, and he said, "He's just unconscious."
When Taoist Xiao got the Red Dragon again, he no longer had the same hostility towards Gong Mengbi.
He held the red dragon in his arms and nurtured it with his magic power to help it wake up.
Gong Mengbi asked, "Is this the red dragon from eight hundred years ago?"
Taoist Xiao said, "Yes, it is the red dragon."
"Where is the white dragon?"
Taoist Xiao smiled bitterly and said, "The white dragon was older than the red dragon. It flew away in a thunderstorm and never returned."
Gong Mengbi sneered, "It seems that although your master is a descendant of the Huanlong clan, he must not be very good at raising dragons."
"Your Divine Scenery Palace practices fire as its method, which is compatible with the Red Dragon, so you can be considered fellow practitioners. That's why the Red Dragon is reluctant to leave. However, he and the White Dragon have different temperaments, so he can only follow your lead and do it reluctantly. I'm guessing the White Dragon won't be very obedient, right?"
Taoist Xiao opened his eyes wide, not expecting that the Immortal Jin Ting even knew this.
Gong Mengbi said quietly, "Not only did you fail to raise the white dragon, you are also going to ruin this red dragon."
Taoist Xiao's expression changed, and he quickly asked, "Please tell me, Great Immortal Jin Ting."
Gong Mengbi laughed and said, "A dragon is a unique species among beasts. After eight hundred years of cultivation, its mind is still that of a child. Isn't it just a fool?"
"You don't understand dragon language, and you haven't taught it human language. The dragon is not intelligent, and humans are not wise. If you continue to raise it, it will never become anything great."
Taoist Xiao was struck by lightning, muttering to himself, "It's actually like this, it's actually like this!"
Gong Mengbi ignored the sudden change in Taoist Xiao's heart. His words hit the nail on the head, revealing the long-accumulated worries in Taoist Xiao's heart.
There are many records about the Huanlong clan in the murals.
Travel with dragons and herd flying dragons.
But it is obvious that the true teachings of the Huanlong family were not passed down.
Although Gong Mengbi had never seen the inheritance of the Huanlong clan, he could now almost be considered half a dragon. He had also mastered the pearl refining method and had a deeper understanding of dragons.
Although he didn't know how to raise a dragon, he knew what a real dragon should look like, and he could probably guess what was wrong with this red dragon.
He pondered the mural not because of any secret hidden in it, but because of the mural itself.
"Xiao Rong, the murals in the Golden Palace were painted by Xue Daoqing?"
Taoist Xiao was startled for a moment, then came to his senses and looked at Gong Mengbi. Gong Mengbi looked at him expressionlessly, and he quickly replied, "It is the work of the Saint of Painting."
Gong Mengbi slowly withdrew his gaze.
Seeing that he was somewhat unhappy, Taoist Xiao quickly calmed himself down and dared not be distracted by him anymore.
Gong Mengbi sighed and said, "It is indeed the work of Xue Daoqing."
Taoist Xiao asked, "Does the Immortal Jin Ting recognize the Saint of Painting?"
Gong Mengbi nodded and said, "I have collected several paintings by Xue Daoqing, and I also have a slight connection with Xue Daoqing."
In Taoist Xiao's mind, Gong Mengbi's image suddenly became confusing.
It is a demon, but its behavior is not entirely demonic.
He is smart and cunning, has great magical powers, is knowledgeable, and even knows everything about the human world.
Taoist Xiao said, "In the past, the Painting Saint passed by Taihu Lake and stayed at the Shenjing Palace. My master heard of his name and repeatedly requested that he leave his calligraphy here. He even brought the jade book that had been passed down in our family for the Painting Saint to see."
"The Painting Saint read many records of the Huanlong Clan and finally gave in. He spent seven days and seven nights painting a painting of ten thousand dragons in the Golden Palace. If the Immortal Jinting is interested, you may look for it."
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