Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 1021 Uncle
Yang Ruiyi remained silent for a long time after being questioned. He turned around in the pavilion with his hands behind his back, as if he found it difficult to speak. After a long silence, Yang Xiaoer said:
"I didn't know anything about these things at first. Even though you told me that there was a chance of rainbow in the Burning Mountain, I didn't say anything. I just agreed silently and arranged for him to come to the Burning Mountain..."

"He has been sitting in the mountains day after day without taking a single step out. Now you come to look for me again. Do you have anything else to tell me?"

Yang Ruiyi felt sad when he heard her words, and said with emotion:
"You... it's inappropriate for you to blame your father for your dissatisfaction with your current situation. I chose a Taoist sect for him to protect him. From beginning to end, this marriage was all for your and Xizhi's consideration..."

"Even at this point, my father still made concessions for you. The position of Yanshan... is not so easy to come by!"

Yang Xiaoer lowered her head with a smile and replied:

"What are you talking about? I chose the path myself. Even if I have to do it again, I will still go to Qingsui Peak. As for blaming my father..."

She shook her head and said:

"There's nothing to complain about. Since he has entered the underworld, the matter of Si Youwang is just him in his old appearance. Just like... just like the ancestor... who achieved supernatural powers overnight... is a person who cannot be looked at."

When his sister mentioned Si You's death, Yang Ruiyi remained silent, as if it was difficult to find words to refute her, or to agree with her from the bottom of his heart. When she mentioned Yang Tianya, Yang Ruiyi's pupils showed a bit more genuine shock, and he lowered his eyebrows and said:

"There is no need to say more. It is a great thing that the ancestor can become a purple mansion and live in it. If it weren't for him and the adults' efforts, how could my father be Si You... How could my family have such a good opportunity?"

He held the cup, and his ordinary face was filled with a hint of nobility. He glanced at Yang Xiaoer and said:

"A few days ago, the master came from the netherworld, met Bai Lin, and returned very quickly. He spoke very little... Tianyou was lucky enough to hear a few words, and I pondered over it with her..."

This news was obviously extremely shocking. Yang Xiaoer raised his eyebrows and looked serious:
"Is this... is this in accordance with the rules? Why is it so early?"

Yang Ruiyi smiled bitterly and replied:

"You have to know that this person was a man who could drink and chat happily with Cui Zhenjun in the past. After the fall of Wei, his position was promoted higher and higher. Now he can step into the palace and participate in the discussion of the underworld. If he really came to the world once and never took action, who would dare to say anything..."

"Now Judge Jiang... must also bow down to Him."

Yang Xiaoer was half worried and half happy. He walked around the pavilion and asked:

"What did Tianyou say?"

Yang Ruiyi said solemnly:

"First, saving a person cannot save his heirs, and saving a person from death cannot save a person from life."

Yang Xiaoer was speechless for a moment, revealing a thoughtful look, and lowered his eyebrows and said:

"Not a surprise."

Yang Ruiyi paused and continued:

"The second thing is... the matter with the north. This is not the place to talk. I can only say this... Now the situation has changed. Father is not here. I can't always take care of him... Yang will not restrain your husband, but if your husband leaves the Burning Mountain, the consequences will be bad. He must bear the consequences himself."

Yang Xiaoer suddenly raised her eyebrows and remained silent for a long time. Yang Ruiyi raised his eyes with a calm look and said solemnly:

"Xiao'er... You are my only sister. This is the only thing a brother can do."

Yang Xiao'er was afraid of being deceived, and seemed to be trying to determine the truthfulness of his words, and suddenly asked:

"How dare you, sir, say these things to Tianyou!"

Yang Ruiyi shook his head and said:

"Mingyang is Mingyang after all. The former Zhaoyuan Immortal Palace also had connections with the Netherworld, but..."

He paused and said tactfully:

"Wei Taizu Jian was the king, so he did not visit the netherworld, let alone ask about the dead. All matters were handled by Shangyao, so you had a lot of contacts with Cui Zhenjun... There was affection between them, so my father helped Ning Li, so you turned a blind eye... That's why you talked a few more words to Tianyou."

Yang Xiaoer's last doubt was resolved. She bowed slightly and replied:
"Thank you, Masato!"

Yang Ruiyi's breath was choked, and he looked at her deeply, and his words were more pleading:

"Xiao'er, brother... your chances and calamities are all in these years. In terms of Taoism and mind skills, I am not as good as my father. He failed, let alone me... I have been practicing Dharma body since I was a child, and I am only a general... I died in one night seeking gold. As you said, I will not be myself in the underworld..."

"You and I are siblings, and the days we see each other are few and far between... and I don't see you calling me brother anymore."

Yang Xiaoer had tears on her face and smiled:

"Then you need to come to Yanshan more often."

She left Yang Ruiyi, who was standing silently in the pavilion, and turned to walk out of the pavilion, riding the wind all the way down. Her face was calm and expressionless, and she went up the mountain from the side and reached a small peak.

The small peak is remote and rugged. There is no magnificent palace or tower. There is only a small pond with a small hut built beside it, a stone table and a few stone chairs.

A middle-aged man wearing a straw raincoat and hat, with his sleeves rolled up, was washing a sword by the pond, with his back to the woman. He showed no emotion, but the hand holding the sword was very steady, without any trembling.

The sound of water was pleasant to the ears, and the snow-white sword edge was rippling in the water, casting clusters of white sword light on his face and reflecting a pair of gray-black eyes that concealed their edge.

Hearing the footsteps, the middle-aged man raised his head, revealing a gentle, gentle, elegant and dignified face, with a smile in the corners of his eyes, and raised his eyebrows and said:

"Xiao'er."

"Husband!"

Yang Xiaoer's eyebrows suddenly opened up, and she looked at Han Feng, who was reflected in the water, with smiling eyes, and asked:
"You put away your sword so early today?"

Li Xizhi helped her sit down and said softly:
"It's getting late. Fellow Daoist Xi Jie didn't come today. I practiced two sets of sword techniques by myself and just stopped practicing when I saw you come in."

The wife laughed and said:
"Xi Jie comes here quite often. He even brought some spiritual supplies a few days ago. Although they are not very valuable, they are treasures to him. It shows that he is very thoughtful."

Li Xizhi laughed, took out a cloth from his sleeve, put the bright sword edge on it to wipe it, and replied:
"He is a man who is obsessed with swords. He doesn't pay too much attention to anything. He just wants to learn something from me, which can be verified with his pure swordsmanship."

"I'm not afraid of letting him learn... After all, I'm practicing in the mountains and it's not easy for me to go out. If I can get a favor from him and help the children in my family, those useless disciples... that would be a good thing."

The man raised his head, his eyes gentle:

"Are you out?"

Yang Xiaoer was silent for a moment and sighed:

"It's a brother who came to visit."

"Oh?"

Li Xizhi stood up, untied his sleeves, looked suspicious, and said:

"Since my uncle is here to visit, why should we let him stand outside? We should invite him in to have a cup of tea."

He raised his eyebrows and asked:

"A brother... not Rui Zao? I've never heard you say that."

Yang Xiaoer seldom mentioned the Yang family. Even when it came to Yang Ruizao, the foundation-building cultivator in Qingchi, Yang Xiaoer didn't seem to be very interested. It was rare to hear news about the Yang family, so Li Xizhi listened with great interest.

Yang Xiaoer was a little embarrassed and shook her head:

"He... I'm not familiar with him. I just happened to pass by and exchanged a few words with him. He was in a hurry to do something and couldn't rest..."

Li Xizhi nodded, closed his eyes slightly, and said with a smile without further inquiry:

"It's a pity."

He returned to the stone table, poured tea into the cup on the table, and said casually:
"Are there any news about the children?"

Yang Xiaoer smiled slightly and replied:

"Cheng Huai has been training with my family... My family has quite a bit of background in the 'Upper Witch' sect, but this sect must comply with his 'Don't investigate me' policy, so it is not appropriate to publicize it or seek fame. My husband doesn't need to worry..."

"As for Zhou Luo..."

She took the tea from her husband with a smile and said:
"With your son here, he won't suffer any loss in Yue State! My elder brother has prepared many benefits for him, including the traditional Taoist skills... and even spiritual objects."

"This is a bother for you, uncle."

Li Xizhi raised his eyebrows and reminded:
"But everything is not enough just to have enough resources. Zhou Luo's talent is not high, and the matter of supernatural powers is still to be discussed..."

This is indeed unpleasant but honest advice. Yang Xiaoer also understood it in her heart and said with a smile:
"Don't worry... This opportunity is prepared for him. With them watching, we can take it one day at a time... Even if it takes fifty or a hundred years, he will definitely come back to test his magical powers when everything is ready."

"it is good!"

Li Xizhi looked relaxed. He turned around calmly, with his back to his wife, and naturally hung the sword in his hand on the hut. His gray-black eyes were sharp and restrained, as if he saw through the world and were filled with calmness.

The man said softly:
"Thanks a lot."

……

Lotus Temple.

The place was filled with lights and golden splendor. Misty white mist cascaded down from the steps and windows like a waterfall. In the large pool in the center, pale white waves were rippling and a fishy smell was emanating.

A beautiful young woman with her breasts exposed was kneeling beside a large pool, pressing milk in the smell of grease and incense, adding to the milk pool in the center. A man was lying in the rippling milk, naked, with an evil look on his face, breathing leisurely.

But halfway up the stairs, a monk in robes came up, knelt cautiously in front of the steps, and whispered:
"Sir... Sir... the people from Damu Fajie are here!"

The young man lying in the milk pool suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes full of coldness.

This was not good news. No wonder the monk was trembling and kneeling on the steps, not daring to breathe.

But the young man obviously didn't want to argue with him. He stood up lazily in the milk pool and said casually:
"Let him come up."

Then there was a sound of "dong dong" and a monk in plain clothes came up from the steps and stopped in front of the big pond. When he saw the filthy scene, he frowned and said nothing.

But the young man just raised his eyelids, swung his legs freely in the milk pool, pointed the thing at him, and sighed:

“So it is Dharmadhatu Maha…”

He smiled slightly and asked:

"It seems that the Dharma Realm is still lenient. Daoist friend was severely criticized in Dayang Mountain, but he did not receive any punishment at all. How could he have the leisure to visit this precious place?"

Fachang saw that the man was pointing directly at him, and he felt very uncomfortable, but he had a very good temper and was one of the best in terms of his cultivation of mind and character. He clasped his hands together, thinking out of sight, out of mind, and replied:
"I'm here to invite Maha to come down south!"

After hearing this, the young man was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter and replied:
"Am I listening to a joke? The most compassionate Fachang Maha, the one who occupies the north of the Yangtze River without any fighting... actually invited me to come south! Now I am not afraid of committing sins!"

Fa Chang put his hands together, his expression calm, not moved by his laughter, and replied:
"I heard that the new dynasty in the south is about to be established, and Jiang'an is in crisis. Peacock left for his own selfish desires... Then there was news from Dayang Mountain, asking me to find one or two Mahas to go there together to guard the city."

"Among the seven aspects, the precepts are followed without words, anger is waning, evil desires, emptiness, and compassion are all in harmony. Remove my dharma realm, and only the path of goodness and joy will remain... less killing."

"I also heard that you have been resting with the people for a hundred years and have seldom committed murder. Although you indulge in pleasure, you are kind and beautiful, and everyone loves you. After thinking about it, I think it is most appropriate to come to you..."

These words sounded humiliating to the young man, and made him blush. He stood up from the milk pool and cursed:
"You stinking piece of shit! What I'm cultivating in this life is [Evil and Fear Free Body Shame]! Who the hell are you scolding... who are you scolding for indulging in pleasure! Who are you scolding for not killing and being loved!"

He looked around, furious, and stepped out of the milk pool, leaving a trail of milk stains on the ground. He kicked Lian Min who was standing beside him and cursed:
"You little dog slave! Do you love me?"

Lianmin was trembling with fear. Jinlian had indeed stopped killing in recent years, but that was directed at the people under her rule. The positions in Shanledao were fully filled, with large numbers of mages waiting to be replaced. She was not worried about the death of one or two Lianmin, so she killed many of her subordinates!

He could only shake his head quickly, and when he met the other person's evil eyes, he seemed to realize something and nodded again, nodded twice, then shook his head again. He knelt on the ground at a loss and kowtowed.

"You're knocking on your mother!"

Jinlian kicked the pitiful man's head several feet away, and it rolled on the steps with a thump. But he was still not satisfied. Fachang looked at his work shaking with his movements and couldn't bear it anymore. He sighed:
"Fellow!!"

Jinlian retracted his legs, and the headless Lianmin quickly got up, picked up the cloth on the ground, and wiped his body. Jinlian's expression suddenly changed, and he said coldly:

"You really have a good plan. You want me to end up like Shanle Dao? It seems that I have been practicing for a long time, and you have long forgotten my abilities... If you dare to find me and go south, I will kill so many people in Jiangbei! I don't know who will be blamed for this sin!"

Fa Chang's face was calm as he replied:
"No matter who Fachang finds, this sin will be put on Fachang's head... But I don't practice cultivation to seek benefits and avoid harm. If I take on this matter, I can choose someone who kills less. No matter how much sin is committed by me, the fewer people in Jiangbei die, the better. This is real."

This sentence stopped Jinlian in her tracks. She stopped talking and looked at him blankly.
"How could there be such a stubborn monk like you in this world! You must destroy your own practice!"

Fachang remained calm and said nothing, but saw a monk coming up the steps. He had a golden body and skin as clear as jade. He bowed in front of the steps with a smile and said:
"Greetings, Master, Senior Fachang!"

Fa Chang turned his head, glanced at him, and asked:

"Who is this…"

The monk looked up and smiled kindly:
"I am Minghui, the humble monk! I am honored to be the Maha under the master's seat... I am honored to be here!"

Main characters in this chapter
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Yang Xiaoer's "Treasure Bottle" [Late Foundation Building Stage]

Li Xizhi's "Changxia Mist" [Peak of Foundation Building]