Chapter 287

Li Xuanling made friends with forces in the Xu Kingdom and finished recording various methods of gathering Qi, so this year he crossed the Xu Kingdom to see the situation in the Zhao Kingdom. Seeing that Duanchen Township was withered everywhere, he originally thought that the lower people must be complaining, but it turned out that these tenant farmers were ecstatic, which surprised him, so he had to look at the tenant farmers below and ask softly:

"How to go to Luoxia Mountain?"

Although the north has fallen into the territory of the Dharma Sect, there are still some lineages and Immortal cultivators, only hiding in the mountains and no longer entering the world. Most of them have some background, so no one goes to move them. This Luoxia Mountain is one of them. Most of the northern Immortal cultivators are active in it, so Li Xuanling wants to go and see what is different from the Zifu Golden Core Dao in the south.

"Luoxia Mountain?"

The people below look at each other, looking at each other, looking full of confusion. Li Xuanling shakes his head and is about to ride the wind to fly away, when suddenly he looks up thoughtfully.

On the field ridge stands a man with his upper body bare, his muscles lean and reddish, with clear lines. His hands are folded, his eyes staring fixedly at Li Xuanling, and he says in a deep voice:

"I don't know which path you are a fellow cultivator from. You look so unfamiliar. This lowly monk, Fahui of Duanchen Temple, has greetings!"

"Ran into the right owner..."

Li Xuanling is embarrassed for a moment. He wants to open his mouth but is afraid of revealing his roots, so he just nods, rides the wind, and wants to leave. He does not expect the monk to roar:

"Halt! I knew you evil path had a problem."

Monk Fahui leaps forward, soaring into the air from the field ridge like a flying eagle, raising his fist to hit Li Xuanling. Li Xuanling just rode the wind, terrified in his heart, secretly saying:

"Is this person crazy! Why is he going crazy for no reason?"

At this moment, he cannot care about right and wrong, pinches the Dharma seal to form a Dharma shield, one hand goes to grasp the magic sword at his waist, his true essence flowing like water waves, and he says in his mouth:

"You and I have no grievances, why are you going crazy, monk!"

The monk's eyes are wide open, his fists like gold and iron, smashing on the Dharma shield with a thumping sound. Li Xuanling draws his magic sword, making a gesture to slash. Fahui kicks the Dharma shield, borrows force to soar into the air, dodges Li Xuanling's sword, and presses down like a male eagle again.

Li Xuanling only feels his face being stung by the evil wind, raises his magic sword to block, the sword emitting gray magic light. Who would have thought that Monk Fahui has steel muscles and iron bones, actually grasping it with his bare hands, forcibly restraining this magic sword, wanting to reach out to grasp Li Xuanling's wrist.

"Hey!"

Since Li Xuanling saw his physical strength, how could he dare to let him grasp it, and not wanting to abandon the magic sword and lose his reliance, he condenses a magic art to smash into the hand he is grasping, and at the same time fully operates the magic sword, emitting bursts of gray-black sword light, wanting to force him away.

Fahui is blocked by his magic art, smashes the magic art with one palm, and the other hand is already in great pain, the golden light on his hand vaguely having cracks. Fahui secretly thinks:

"I don't know why, but as soon as I see this person, I feel his face is hateful, and my heart is filled with anger. It's just that the magic sword is still sharp. If I keep grasping it, I'm afraid it will break my Dharma body. I can't keep grasping it like this!"

Thus, he punches his protective Dharma shield fiercely again, emitting a loud boom, releases the magic sword, and borrows force to fly up again.

Li Xuanling has walked in the Xu Kingdom for five years, killing monsters and people quite a lot, with rich experience, but this is the first time he has encountered a Dharma cultivator, caught off guard and eating a meal of his beating. Having a chance to breathe, he immediately reacts:

"This person is probably unable to ride the wind and fly, only borrowing my force to stay in the air. I don't need to entangle with him!"

Thus, he does not pursue, immediately opening the distance. The monk roars, reaching out with difficulty, but in the end, there is nowhere to borrow force in the air, and he has already fallen back to the ground like a clumsy bear, emitting a loud sound.

"Hmph! The outer path deludes people's hearts, all can be killed!"

Monk Fahui is only a monk, not even able to ride the wind. Li Xuanling raises his height, making him only able to look at him from the field head with angry eyes. Li Xuanling was beaten for no reason, shocked and angry in his heart, and cursed:

"Just asking for directions, how did I delude people's hearts!"

The Dharma cultivator is a mortal body before becoming a Dharma Master, but this Fahui has deep cultivation, breaking Li Xuanling's Dharma shield with two punches. Li Xuanling looks down from above, originally able to control the magic sword to attack, but because he is worried that Duanchen Temple is a local snake, he dares not move. The monk is still cursing below, shouting:

"You use illusion, isn't that deluding people's hearts? You cultivate the crooked path, have you ever saved one person into the Pure Land? Only seeking..."

Fahui is still shouting, but Li Xuanling ignores him. Seeing that people have come down from the temples in the mountains in the distance, he cannot drag it out any longer, so he just sneers:

"Release your mother's dog fart, what Pure Land, it's just whitewashing cannibalism, deceiving oneself and others!"

The monk's eyes are wide open. Li Xuanling has already ridden the wind and left. The monk roars like thunder in place until a group of monks arrives at his side, only then does he slowly calm down, only staring at the direction Li Xuanling left.

The monks on the side persuade him well, and after a long time, an old monk comes out, in a gray robe, holding a string of crystal-clear beads in his hand, smiling and saying:

"Fahui, your predestined fate has arrived!"

"Abbot."

Fahui responds, with a look of surprise, and replies:

"Why do you say that?"

The old monk nods, looking overjoyed, and hurriedly says:

"You have been clever since childhood and cultivated rapidly. You are the person with the deepest wisdom root in my temple, only one step away from being a Dharma Master. I asked for you in the big temple earlier. Now it seems that your opportunity has arrived!"

"What kind of saying is that?"

After all, it concerns the Dao path. Fahui hears this news, immediately shifts his attention, overjoyed, and asks in a low voice.

The old monk twists his gray beard and replies:

"I crossed three mountains to seek the Dharma. Eyed Lianmin sat at the head, and I told him the matter here in detail. He replied: This person was a fisherman in his previous life, fond of eating snake soup, fishing year after year, and finally encountered a storm, buried in the belly of a long whale."

"In this life, he is lucky to be a human. A Daoist came riding the wind, his magic power and true essence like a river. He is a snake dragon reincarnated. As long as you save this person and eliminate the harm for the people, you can cultivate a Pure Land in your belly and become a Dharma Master."

Fahui claps his hands repeatedly, his eyes shining with divine light, and smiles:

"It should be so! It should be so! No wonder I felt angry as soon as I saw this person. It turns out it is due to fate and predestined fate."

The old monk laughs and continues:

"I asked: Is there an opportunity to achieve Eyed Lianmin?"

Fahui immediately widens his eyes, licks his lips, stares straight at him, and asks urgently:

"How did the Lord answer?"

The old monk deliberately sells a pass. Fahui originally has a violent temper, his eyes red, and shouts:

"Abbot! Stop selling passes, tell me quickly!"

"Hahahahahaha."

The old monk laughs loudly and says:

"Eyed Lianmin pinched his fingers to calculate, made a listening gesture, and after a long time replied: You should still seek it from that long whale. If this tribulation does not pass, you will still be buried in the belly of the whale dragon."

The crowd looks at each other, all showing deep thought, discussing spiritedly. Fahui freezes, takes the magic treasure handed over by his fellow disciples, and says fiercely:

"Care not what the tribulation is, I will go and save this evil path and become a Dharma Master!"

Fahui finishes speaking, bows deeply to the old monk, and bows to his fellow disciples, saying loudly:

"Fortunately, that person once said he was going to Luoxia Mountain, so he won't lose his tracks. Fahui is going."

Thus, his legs move like flying, and he goes far away with a group of smoke and dust. The remaining disciples surround the abbot in place, and one person says:

"Fahui Senior Brother practices the Angry Eye Dharma, and is on the verge of breaking through. If he can catch that person by surprise, he can still kill him."

"Not bad!"

The crowd discusses with great interest. Only the old monk stops smiling, trembling as he turns back, muttering:

"Opportunity is also a tribulation... How can there be such a good thing."

Fahui of Duanchen Temple has targeted Li Xuanling. Li Xuanling is flying by riding the wind on his own, sweeping over pieces of fields under his feet, and is also secretly shocked in his heart, secretly saying:

"This Zhao Kingdom is full of Dharma cultivators. If they are all so crazy, this place is too dangerous. I don't know where Luoxia Mountain is, and it's not that I must go. I have been out for several months, so why not stop here this time and return first."

Thus, he changes direction and flies south. The time is already late. Li Xuanling looks at the gray-yellow land under his feet in the night. The tenant farmers are sitting around the campfire, listening to the monks talking about suffering in this life and becoming Mohe and Dharma characteristics in the next life. Li Xuanling silently hides his figure, listening to the mortal monks talking about it with yearning.

Although this group of tenant farmers is gaunt and covered in scars and gray soil, their eyes are full of bright hope and yearning. Li Xuanling stands silently in the night for a while, listening to these people cheering and kowtowing piously, his heart complicated and difficult to describe.

"Are the sayings of the Pure Land of Desire and Reincarnation true or false? Who is right and who is wrong among Immortal, Demon, and Dharma... The world is ghostly and dirty, hard to describe."

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Time on the lake is always as calm as water. The dark green lake water ripples, gradually having a chill. Xiao Xian once again brings several slaves from the clan to Lijing Town, sitting under the hall, full of anxiety.

"Brother Xiao!"

Li Yuanping's face is pale, a smile appears on his face, sitting at the head, looking at Xiao Xian below, and smiles:

"I haven't seen you for several months, and your cultivation has improved!"

Xiao Xian's talent is mediocre, and he has only just broken through to the third layer of Embryonic Breath. Li Yuanping's words are naturally flattery. Xiao Xian smiles and lets it pass. After sitting below for a while, not knowing how to speak, he sees Li Yuanping take the initiative to say:

"I don't know what brings Brother Xiao Xian here this time?"

Xiao Xian nods slightly, organizes his language in his heart, and says respectfully:

"Xiao Xian is eighteen years old this year, and my family is preparing to choose a wife for me."

Xiao Xian only said these two sentences, and Li Yuanping immediately understands, touches his chin, and secretly thinks:

"Qingxiao is now thirteen or fourteen years old. The Yushan lineage is afraid that they want to settle this matter first, for fear of problems later."

He sees Xiao Xian pause, his expression sincere, and continues:

"I am afraid the Young Master already knows that I have admired Miss Qingxiao for a long time and am sincerely seeking to marry her. I wonder if the Young Master can bring a message for me, ask for a definite answer, and see what the elders of the clan and the young lady think... If this matter is feasible, I will let the elders of the family bring wild geese to betroth."

Li Yuanping rubs the jade cup in his hand. Marriage between noble families is naturally not a hasty proposal. Most will first ask someone to inquire, determine that they have received a definite answer, and only then will they bring wild geese to propose. Xiao Xian is formally bringing up this process.

After all, for a noble family, a formal refusal on the surface is a naked humiliation. Communicating in advance will not make both sides embarrassed and sad, and not becoming enemies after the marriage fails.

Li Yuanping just nods, puts down the teacup, and says solemnly:

"Brother Xiao Xian has helped me a lot. I will definitely not stand idly by in this matter. I will definitely ask for a clear answer for you, say some good things, and Brother just wait for my good news."

Xiao Xian ran around, originally for this sentence. Seeing Li Yuanping agree without asking for any requirements, he breathes a sigh of relief, his face full of gratitude, and replies:

"Thank you, Young Master!"

Li Yuanping smiles. The two chat about this and that for a while. Li Yuanping suddenly remembers something and asks:

"A demon cultivator passed through our territory last year, named Murong Xia, who was very domineering. I don't know how he is now?"

"Murong Xia?"

Xiao Xian thinks for a while and replies:

"Is it the Good Joy Demon who cultivates human heads in his belly? I have also heard a lot of things."

"Exactly."

Seeing Li Yuanping confirm, Xiao Xian gets spirited and replies:

"This person passed through your territory and went south. He also ate hundreds of people in my territory, looking like he was sharing the rain and dew, eating as he walked, saying that they all went into his belly to enjoy themselves."

Li Yuanping remains silent, his heart moving slightly, and asks:

"I heard Eldest Brother mention this person. According to Brother, is this Pure Land of Desire true or false?"

Xiao Xian just sneers and replies:

"I don't know if it's true or false. I would rather die than enter. Even if it is true, entering it is only controlled by others. Even if you enjoy yourself, what is the use."

He pauses, smiles sarcastically, and replies:

"As for this Murong Xia, it is rumored that he ate enough ten thousand, followed by a group of Dharma Masters and Eyed Lianmin, and my family has to respectfully send him away."

He picks up the tea bowl and takes a sip, continuing:

"I thought he was some great Dharma characteristics figure, but he bypassed the territory of the Xiuyue Sect. I thought about it, isn't it because he was afraid."

Li Yuanping suddenly realizes, ponders for a breath, and replies:

"Is it the Sword Immortal Shangyuan True Person? Both a Sword Immortal and a Zifu peak, Murong Xia must not dare to provoke him."

Xiao Xian nods and replies:

"Exactly. If the Golden Core does not come out, Shangyuan True Person is the strongest in this area. The vast land of the Xu Kingdom belongs to the Xiuyue Sect, which can be seen. Shangyuan True Person loves the lower people and noble families. If Murong Xia dares to go and show off his set, and angers people, it is not something a few Eyed Lianmin can protect him."

The two chat for a while. Xiao Xian is restless. Seeing this, Li Yuanping laughs and says softly:

"Please wait a moment, Brother, I will go up the mountain and ask for you."

Thank you, fellow book friend, for the reward... I owe two more chapters. Work has been very smooth recently, barely catching up, will make up for it later.

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