Chapter 233 The troublesome mouth
Before Lu Yan could make a move, a young man beside him flipped the table, drew his sword, pointed it at the lamas and shouted angrily: "Where did you come from, you stinky bastards? Your noise hurts my ears. The inn has been stinking up, and you don't even want to let people eat? Get out of here right now if you know what's best for you, or I'll use the sword in my hand to treat you badly!!!"
The tip of his sword was emitting a cold light, and it was obvious that it was of an ordinary quality, but it was unknown how powerful it was.
As soon as this thought came to everyone's mind, the lama who was holding the black Buddha statue in his hand suddenly stopped talking. He slowly stood up and stared at the young monk who was speaking. As if in anger, he fiercely tore off the cloak covering his body, revealing his bloody chest. Then he reached between the ribs and forcibly pulled off a piece of flesh and skin to cover the black Buddha statue, chanting a mantra in a low voice.
Everyone had never seen such a scene before. Suddenly, everyone was in a state of shock. No one knew what the fat lama was going to do. Only Lu Yan reminded them in a deep voice:
"Quickly destroy the Buddha in his hand, otherwise it will be too late when he finishes chanting the spell!"
The swordsman was stunned when he heard that, and immediately attacked after he reacted, but he was still half a step too late. He saw the black Buddha statue in the lama's hand suddenly swell up several times in the air, becoming life-size, with a ferocious face, six arms and four heads, and each hand holding an instrument of torture from the underworld, including a iron hammer for hooking the tongue, a knife and spoon for poking the eyeballs, and a wolf-tooth hammer for cracking the bones. It walked towards him step by step, as if it had come to life.
The sword cultivator had some skills, and must have come from a famous and upright sect. He attacked the lama who was chanting the mantra behind him with lightning speed, but the black Buddha roared and rushed over. His arms quickly grew longer and tightly grasped his shoulders. With his other two hands, he used the blades to hit his crown, and with his other two hands, he held weapons and stabbed at his abdomen, as if he was going to dissect him alive.
"Brother, be careful!"
The three men and one woman at the neighboring table all changed their expressions upon seeing this, and they immediately drew their swords to help. They changed their shapes, and their swords split into four directions, breaking through the air and chopping at the black Buddha's arm, but it was like they had hit a copper or iron wall, and they almost knocked the swords away.
The swordsman who was fighting against the Black Buddha head-on was even more horrified. All his spiritual power was suppressed by the opponent and he could not use it. His shoulders were tightly grasped by two arms, and his fingers pierced into his flesh and bones like nails, making it difficult for him to move.
He had no choice but to bite his tongue, spurting out a mouthful of golden spiritual blood. Then, when the Black Buddha turned his head to avoid, he struck out with a palm and quickly retreated.
The lama who was chanting the mantra smiled strangely and said, "Where are you escaping to? Meat! I want lots of meat!"
The Black Buddha seemed to have heard some instructions, and immediately rushed forward using his hands and feet like a spider. He was thin and skinny, and his body was completely black, just like an old man who was about to die. At this moment, he didn't look like a Buddha at all, but more like a black monkey!
The swordsman had just spat out a mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue to save his life, and his spiritual power was almost gone. He saw the black Buddha rushing towards him with his hands and feet, his face changed, and he immediately held his sword to block it, his expression unable to hide his panic, thinking, is he going to die here today? !
Suddenly, Lu Yan, who had been sitting upright, grabbed the chopstick holder on the corner of the table and struck out with his backhand. His voice was low and calm, as powerful as thunder, and it overwhelmed the lama's chanting, making everyone present feel refreshed:
"Where did you come from, you evil ghost? How dare you come to the human world to kill people? I think you are tired of living!"
It was strange, he obviously did nothing, but when he pointed his finger into the air, the black Buddha suddenly let out a painful roar, and his facial features twisted and changed, like countless people with different faces crying for help in pain, and finally his body melted like black smoke and poured into the chopstick tube.
“Whoosh!”
The chopstick holder flew back in the air and landed right next to Lu Yan's hand. He brushed it with his hand, and there was a pool of foul-smelling black water in it, which stung his nose.
Without even turning his head, Lu Yan splashed the black water onto the ground behind him, staring coldly at the frightened lama:
"You dare to refine such an evil thing? Killing you ten times is not too much!"
The lama could no longer listen to him and screamed in a distorted voice: "How dare you destroy my Buddha body!! I will dismantle your bones and make them into ritual instruments!! You will never be reborn in the next ten lifetimes!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the other three lamas sitting around the table stood up suddenly. One of them beat a human skin drum, one played a human bone flute, and another rushed towards Lu Yan quickly, raised the bone knife in his hand high and smashed it towards his head. Under the brim of his cloak was a face that was so rotten that the bones were exposed, and it looked ferocious and terrifying: "You are looking for death!!!"
The rapid drum and flute sounds seemed to have a kind of magic power, which made people feel dizzy and their brains hurt like a knife. If it were someone with a lower level of cultivation, they would have bled from all seven orifices by now. The sword cultivator who had been there before saw this and quickly threw out a golden feather arrow from his brocade bag, shouting, "That scholar! Get out of the way!"
Monks always carry some life-saving magic tools when they go out. The golden arrow flew out like a streak of light, turning in the air as if it had life, and went straight through the lama's head. However, a shocking thing happened. The opponent's movements were only slightly delayed, and then he returned to normal, and swung his sword down fiercely as if nothing had happened.
The corpse puppet's eyes froze, and he was about to attack, but Lu Yan held him down with one hand, and with his other hand, he clenched the bone knife in the air, and the murderous aura was stopped in mid-air, unable to move forward even a little bit.
The lama holding the knife clenched his teeth and veins popped out on his forehead: "Who are you? Tell me your name!!!"
Lu Yan laughed and mocked: "A dying man is worthy of knowing my name?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he struck hard. No spiritual energy floated in the air. The lama flew out with a bang and hit the wall heavily. Lu Yan flicked his finger and a cluster of white moonlight that he had caught before bounced out. The rest of the people in the inn saw white flames rising up and directly burned the seriously injured lama into ashes. No, there was not even any ashes left. It was clean and pure, as if no one had died at all!
“Wow——”
Everyone was shocked when they saw this. The whole place was filled with astonishment. This young scholar had such strong cultivation that he could kill people without leaving any trace. He made such a light move without even revealing his spiritual energy. Where on earth did this powerful cultivator come from? !
The other three lamas' faces turned pale when they saw this. They knew they had met a tough opponent, so they turned around and ran away immediately. Their strong bodies moved faster than rabbits, and they rushed to the door.
"Where are you running to!"
Lu Yan shouted coldly, and three streams of light shot out from his fingertips, quickly catching up with the lamas. White flames shot up into the sky, instantly engulfing the three people and burning them until not even ashes were left.
The inn suddenly fell into silence, and one could hear a pin drop. Some people stared at the scene in front of them, dumbfounded.
Lu Yan ignored the surprised and sighing looks from the people around him, and with a flip of his wrist he straightened the chopstick holder that had tilted on the corner of the table. In a place that no one else could see, he quietly hid a translucent blue fragment the size of a fingernail at the bottom of the table between his fingertips. It turned out to be a tiny fragment of his soul.
"Brother, are you okay?!"
In the end, it was the sword cultivator's junior sister who came to her senses first. She and several junior brothers quickly stepped forward and helped him up from the ground.
"Ahem... It's nothing... Those lamas are really powerful, and I don't know what kind of evil ways they practiced. If it weren't for this young master's help, I would be in danger of losing my life."
Liu Lianqing coughed violently several times, and shook his head with a pale face, obviously still in shock. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then carefully looked at the person who had just saved him. He immediately led his fellow disciples to greet him, clasped his fists and said seriously: "This young master, I am Liu Lianqing, the eldest disciple of Feixing Sect. I was ordered by my master to bring several fellow disciples to watch the Sword-Asking Contest. Thank you for saving me just now. I need not thank you for your kindness. If there is a chance in the future, we will definitely repay you generously!"
The men and women behind him also saluted with swords in their hands, with expressions of gratitude on their faces.
It turned out to be the Feixing Sect, one of the top three sects. No wonder people say that swordsmanship is declining nowadays and it is rare to see geniuses. These young men and women seem to have good kung fu, but if they really fight alone, they can only be third-rate at best. The Feixing Sect, a big sect, is like this, not to mention the other small sects.
Lu Yan sighed inwardly and stood up to return the greeting. He was dressed like a scholar and smiled faintly, which made people unconsciously let down their guard. "Thank you for your courtesy. It's just a small favor. Why should we repay you? Those lamas are from the Blood Zen Sect from the Western Regions. They have an evil method of destroying their own flesh to practice. I don't know how many people they killed to create the black flesh Buddha. You are from famous and upright sects. You have never seen such evil skills and you may be caught off guard for a while."
Liu Lianqing had always wanted to get to know Lu Yan, and seeing that he was well-informed, after asking for permission, he simply took his fellow apprentices to sit down at the table together, and asked the waiter to bring back the food and wine. After exchanging names, they even addressed each other in a more intimate way: "Brother Lu is quite capable, I wonder where he came from, and..."
As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced at the fortune-telling banner that Lu Yan had placed beside him, pointed at the words on it and asked awkwardly, "Why are you doing fortune-telling here?"
Lu Yan pointed at the corpse puppet behind him and said with a smile: "My brother and I have been wandering around the world, without a fixed place to live and no sect. We heard that there were many talented people in this sword-asking competition, so we wanted to come and see them. But we accidentally used up all the food on the way, so we picked up the food that our ancestors used to feed us."
The sister next to Liu Lianqing was named Henhong. Upon hearing this, she immediately took off the golden bag from her waist and placed it on the table and pushed it over. Inside was a bag full of high-quality spirit stones, which were very valuable. "Master Lu, it is fate that we meet. If you don't mind, please accept them. This town is remote and there are only poor villagers. The disciples of the big sects have all learned the art of fortune-telling, so they will never come here to read fortunes. You charge tens of thousands of dollars for a divination, but I'm afraid it will be difficult to find customers."
Lu Yan bid 10,000 gold for a hexagram. Although the price was high, it was not ridiculously high. This was because the hard currency in the Three Realms was spirit stones, which had caused the value of gold and silver to plummet. Ten thousand gold could only be exchanged for a small bag of high-quality spirit stones, and it depended on whether there was anyone willing to exchange. After all, gold had no other use except for making jewelry.
Liu Lianqing also had the same idea: "Brother Lu, if you don't mind being my friend, then accept it."
He felt that Lu Yan was quite capable and not much worse than his father. A man like him would never lack for money. The fact that he did not steal or rob was already admirable.
Lu Yan thought, "Reject it?" What is he rejecting? He likes to be friends with the rich the most. He waved his folding fan and said, "Since Brother Liu and Miss Henhong are so kind, I won't refuse. But I won't take advantage of you for nothing. How about giving each of you a hexagram?"
At first glance, this group of people were tall, rich, handsome, and beautiful women who had just gained experience. They had no idea how sinister people were, and within a short time of getting to know them, Lu Yan had gotten all their secrets out.
It turns out that the gathering of all the famous and upright sects for this Sword-Asking Conference was actually secretly led by the Wuwang Sect. They agreed to leave most of their disciples to lie in ambush outside the town, while a small number of inner disciples would show up to participate in the Sword-Asking Conference. If anything was wrong, they would immediately set off fireworks signals and jointly encircle and suppress the Demon Realm.
Liu Lianqing obviously didn't take it seriously and smiled nonchalantly: "Why should we bother with so much between friends?"
Lu Yan waved his folding fan lightly, picked up the teacup and took a sip, with a half-smile on his face: "If Brother Liu doesn't want it, forget it, but you can't refuse it on behalf of Miss Hen Hong. What if she wants to test something or find someone?"
The last sentence was spoken with profound meaning, and Henhong raised her head in slight surprise.
Lu Yanquan pretended not to see it and asked with a smile: "So, do you want to settle the score with Miss Hate Hong?"
Hen Hong bit her lower lip in hesitation. She was much more thoughtful than Liu Lianqing. She felt that Lu Yan was unfathomable and said with some embarrassment, "I want to... I want to find someone. I wonder if Mr. Lu can help me figure out his whereabouts."
Liu Lianqing frowned slightly upon hearing this, seeming to disagree, but because Lu Yan was present, she held back.
Lu Yan: "Girl, tell me, I can give it a try."
Henhong whispered, "It's my father. His surname is Mo and his given name is Yun Jie. He was murdered by someone from the Demon Realm when I was young and disappeared. We have searched for him everywhere but to no avail. I want to know if he is still alive, or if..."
Lu Yan said calmly: "Alive."
When the people of Feixing Sect heard this, their faces all changed. Hen Hong lost control of her emotions and stood up from her seat: "Master Lu, are you serious?! If my father is still alive, why didn't he come to find me?"
Lu Yan: "He was trapped and couldn't move."
Henhong was startled again, her beautiful eyes widened, and her hands hanging at her sides couldn't help tightening. She asked in a trembling voice, "Then he...then where is he now?"
Lu Yan: "Huangsha Gate, under the dungeon of Jiuqu Mountain."
"Bang--!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a man at the neighboring table flip the table in anger, pointed at Lu Yan and cursed: "Bullshit! Where did this pretty boy come from to slander our Huangsha Sect? Do you want to die?!"
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