Chapter 786: Such fragrant pig head meat

Snowflakes drifted and swayed.

The jujube tree branches were frozen, drooping with icicles.

The old monk, draped in a patchwork robe, sat upright under the covered walkway, motionless as a stubborn rock.

In the courtyard, a uniform circle of indigo meditation cushions was arranged in a semi-circle. All the Grandmasters in Pingyang Prefecture sat cross-legged, not a single snowflake staining their shoulders or heads; they, too, had turned into stubborn rocks.

In the dead of winter, sitting in the open air—though uncomfortable, no one felt it was inappropriate.

Swish, swish.

Tea foam swirled.

Scarface carried a small copper teapot, sprinkling tea leaves into each cup one by one and pouring hot tea.

The scene gained a bit more vitality.

Xu Wenzhu and Xu Yuelong nodded slightly, giving two pieces of broken silver as a reward, and chatted quietly while holding their hot tea.

"Three days and three nights, have you gained any insight?"

Xu Yuelong shook his head: "The realms are too far apart. My knowledge has certainly increased—many people don't even have this opportunity—but as for insight..."

Xu Wenzhu lifted his chin slightly.

Xu Yuelong looked in that direction, meeting the gaze of Wei Lin, who was sitting diagonally across from them.

His brows were tightly locked, looking as if he were lost in deep thought, having gained much from this observation.

"He's faking it."

Wei Lin suddenly opened his eyes.

However, facing the father and son, he couldn't easily lash out. Just then, Scarface came up to pour tea. Seeing the small pieces of silver the father and son had given, Wei Lin snorted in disdain, took a fifty-tael gold ingot straight from his bosom, and tossed it into the snow.

Scarface had become a monk halfway through his life and was, after all, not a qualified little novice; seeing worldly goods, he couldn't help but feel happy.

He put down the teapot and pressed his palms together.

Before he could bend down to pick it up—

Whoosh!

A black shadow flickered, and Scarface flew off at an angle.

Jiang Ta flew over with a kick, used the momentum to tumble, performed a backflip to land steadily, picked up the precious silver from the ground, and fled outward.

Whoosh!

The yellow robe vibrated. Scarface tore off his outer garment and chased after him with long strides.

Snow dust swirled as the two "big rats" chased each other around the courtyard, injecting more vitality into the scene, like flowing pool water.

The other Grandmasters all began to communicate silently.

Three full days.

Through the tacit understanding they had cultivated, everyone knew that whenever Scarface came to pour tea, it was the time to speak and exchange insights.

"Why didn't you call me earlier?" Weng Lijun complained loudly.

"You should ask Liang the brat why he didn't call you," Su Guishan shifted the blame.

"The brat doesn't have your connections, Jiang Zongshi Weng," Liang Qu, sitting on a meditation cushion, replied instantly.

It was easy to call his Master, the Dragon-man, and his superiors at the River Patrol Office; based on their friendship and relationship, they came as soon as he called without needing to explain the reason.

Only Weng Lijun lived in the Weng family compound. Jiang Ta and Chishan couldn't speak. The horse and the otter gestured for a long time, but the gatekeeper didn't understand. In the end, it was Fan Xing who ran over to call him.

And because the old monk's affairs could not be easily disclosed, they went through the normal reporting channels. The news was passed layer by layer, and the reaction happened layer by layer. By the time Weng Lijun arrived, the old monk had already finished his meal, completely restrained his Qi, and turned into the stubborn rock appearance before them.

The changes in Qi during his meal were extremely profound and extraordinary.

But observing him after he had turned into a stubborn rock felt like reading a wordless heavenly book.

"It is fate and timing," Weng Lijun sighed. "I was wondering where you got the small Buddhist Golden Body token you gave me last time; it turns out it originated from the Vajra Wisdom King."

"Haha," Su Guishan laughed heartily.

Actually, very few people knew that the old monk was staying at Liang Qu's house.

Su Guishan, the former Prefect, had exchanged greetings when the old monk came to Pingyang. Later, when Pingyang was changed from a county to a prefecture, Su Guishan became the "big fish" to lure the Ghost Mother Sect, and at the same time, he took advantage of the old monk's insights, voluntarily "retiring" to Liang Qu's home. It was only then that Xu Yuelong and Wei Lin, as River Patrol Office Commandants, found out.

"Grand Elder, did you gain anything?" Su Guishan turned his head.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone turned their gaze.

Today, there were Grandmasters and Great Grandmasters in the courtyard, but the only Heaven-Human Jiang Zongshi at the peak of the Perfected Form realm was the Dragon-man Grand Elder!

Moreover, he was of advanced age and had extremely deep accumulation.

If he had gained any insight, it would cause a huge change in the entire Jianghuai landscape!

The Dragon-man Grand Elder was silent for a moment: "I gained a little."

He did indeed have insights, but that was all.

Limited by the shackles of his bloodline, the Dragon-man race never produced a Wu Sheng. If it weren't for this, the Flood Dragon wouldn't have easily let the Dragon-man race go.

However, there was no need to tell outsiders the reason for this, as it would pointlessly create another handle against them.

Furthermore.

Liang Qu had the ability of a perfect bloodline.

If some unexpected changes really occurred in the future, it would be hard to explain.

Liang Qu actually had the idea of perfecting the Grand Elder's bloodline, but the higher the realm, the greater the deviation that needed to be corrected, and the more Water Ze Essence it would consume.

For a Heaven-Human Jiang Zongshi, several hundred thousand units of essence might not necessarily be enough to complete it.

The Grand Elder laughed it off, and the crowd didn't pursue the matter, assuming they weren't close. After all, apart from his granddaughter and Liang Qu being a pair of lovebirds, they really had no intersection.

"Master, how long will the Great Master's state last?"

"Even I do not know."

"A few months, perhaps," Su Guishan replied.

"A few months?" Liang Qu was puzzled.

The Blood Bodhi was given in the middle of June the year before last; now it was late January, nearly one year and seven or eight months since then.

"Even if the Blood Bodhi you gave helped, it only helped at the stage of opening the mysterious light and melting the hundred scriptures. This sudden enlightenment is the opportunity for Qi consumption. Ordinary Grandmasters take half a month to a month to consume Qi for cultivation; Martial Saints only take longer, not shorter. However, since he has entered this path, there will be no more accidents. Just wait patiently."

Liang Qu felt a little relieved.

Indeed.

The Blood Bodhi gave a vague opportunity, and no one knew if it would succeed, but the sudden enlightenment was real.

"Watch carefully, learn carefully."

Xu Wenzhu urged Xu Yuelong.

Time flowed.

Five more days passed in a flash.

At the end of January, seven or eight days before the Spring Festival, Pingyang Prefecture had a rare heavy snow. The accumulated snow submerged their insteps. The little river otter and the little beaver mixed together, hiding behind snow ridges to have a snowball fight, their furry claws leaving afterimages, leaving little white dots on the walls.

The Grandmasters in the courtyard were all busy, and from being inseparable, they gradually changed to coming over to sit in meditation when they could spare the time.

Heat mist rolled.

Jiang Ta held pig head meat in his hands, eating it with extra fragrance, and used his claws to break the thick ice in the pool, letting the back-viewed crucian carp come up to breathe.

The old monk's nostrils twitched.

"Such fragrant pig head meat."

A breeze brushed his face.

A figure leaped in front of Jiang Ta.

Jiang Ta hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his claws to hand over the oil-paper bag in his hands.

The old monk laughed, and pushed it back with his hand.

"Great Master!"

Liang Qu reacted first, jumping down from the second floor. The Dragon-man Grand Elder, Yang Dongxiong, and others all regained their senses.

The old monk had moved his steps suddenly, and not a single Jiang Zongshi had noticed!

Everyone surrounded him, their eyes burning.

Yaolong Wu Sheng?

The old monk pressed his palms together and twisted his Buddhist beads.

Without saying a word, a soaring opportunity surged to cover the sky!

In an instant.

Golden light reached the sky and the earth, magnificent and vast. The exuberant vitality was like a spring breeze brushing the grass, like the spring thunder, spreading from Yixing Town all the way to Pingyang Prefecture City, circling and expanding!

People who were suffering from colds were wiping their noses; as the breeze blew, their nostrils suddenly felt clear.

People who were suffering from joint pain due to the damp cold suddenly felt their hands and feet nimble, with no more pain.

People who were old and had phlegm in their throats suddenly felt their pharynx clear, with no more itching or numbness.

Women who were lying in bed recovering from childbirth...

The cold followed the night away, and spring followed the fifth watch.

Thus, spiritual herbs bloomed in winter, and divine trees grew in clusters!

What a massive spiritual energy!

Su Guishan, Xu Wenzhu, Yang Dongxiong... all the Grandmasters exclaimed in surprise.

The villagers were pious, and all things were happy!

At the very, very end.

The old monk reached out and pointed.

A wisp of golden light surged into Liang Qu's body.

The golden light leaped invisibly.

The Dragon-Tiger Golden Body in his Dantian erupted with brilliant golden light!

The little "Liang Qu" who was originally draped in precious clothes gave birth to a solemn appearance, with ten thousand feet of brilliance!

"This..."

Liang Qu was greatly shocked, then sat cross-legged, refining the gifted golden light.

Ningjiang Prefecture.

Jagged rocks pierced the sky, and crashing waves hit the shore, rolling up a thousand piles of snow.

The cold wind flipped the pages.

King Yue put down the book in his hand and looked to the north.

"Pingyang Prefecture?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 787 =====