Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 1107: Shame
Huyi, the great owl.

The stone bricks are simple and full of ancient charm, Taoist flags are fluttering, and snow is everywhere. The Dayuki Temple, which was once famous all over the world, is now empty in the mountain. The foundation-building monks who were cleaning the mountain top like chores are nowhere to be seen. The withered and yellow leaves are mixed in the snow, making the mountain look messy.

The black-robed Immortal stood quietly in the yard. A young man beside him knelt at his feet, tears streaming down his face. He spoke haltingly and pounded the ground from time to time, feeling extremely painful.

Lin Chensheng seemed to be in another world.

"Am I the only one left?"

What was the Dayuki Temple like before Lin Chensheng went into seclusion?
Inside, there is the contemporary sword immortal, the last one to worship in Xiu Yue Xuan Zhen Mountain, Daozi Yu Kui, who is in charge; outside, there is a real person in the middle stage of Purple Mansion, who is vigorous, heroic, and in his prime, who is in charge of the temple; there is also an up-and-coming star who has become a shining star of Purple Mansion at a young age!
Not to mention that he was feared throughout the south of the Yangtze River, but at least he could firmly hold the third seat in the Yue Kingdom's Sun Sect. He suppressed Chijiao in the east and Tinglei in the south. He, Lin Chensheng, was also a genius of Yukui. He killed Guo Honger at sea, and even Zhenren Tianwan didn't dare to say anything!
When he broke through in seclusion, broke through the darkness, and was full of energy and vigor, he continued the magical power of the third generation, but he only saw the courtyard in ruins and the ground covered with snow.

'The Sword Immortal Daoist, Qin Ling was beheaded, and the master of the Owl Temple, Fu, was executed, and they all died on the same day... Only my uncles tried their best, but still refused to... give up... They must eliminate my magical powers!'

Lin Chensheng closed his eyes for a long time, wiped away his tears, and said:

"Take me...to see my uncle."

Lin Ya quickly got up from the ground, his face extremely pale, and led him all the way into the [Kuidu Palace], bypassing the Lingbao Dan furnace, and then they saw the passage. After going deep for a long time, they found a dark room.

This room is only about ten feet in size and is made of dark wood. In the middle there is a small platform with a palm-sized wooden coffin on it. On the ground there is an incense burner with three remaining incense sticks stuck in it.

A small brown patterned bag fell in the corner.

Lin Ya did not dare to enter and cried:
"Just light the incense! I will wait outside!"

Lin Chensheng endured the grief and used his magical power to light incense. He waited for a while, but there was no sound, so he raised his eyebrows and cried:

"Uncle...Shen Sheng has gained magical powers! Uncle!"

After a long while, I heard a noise coming from the wooden coffin, as if something was rolling over, and then there was a very slight sound:
"it is good…"

The voice was hoarse and trembling, as if it was enduring great pain, but Lin Chensheng could vaguely hear the voice of an elder. His hands were shaking, and he didn't know whether to take it or put it down, and he muttered:

"uncle…"

But I heard Hou Xuan's voice gradually getting louder:

"Has the Lin Gu family succeeded?"

Lin Chensheng had a bad feeling and cried:
"Lin Gu Lan Ying lived up to my expectations!"

The person in the coffin cried out in pain, saying in a sad voice:
"Chen Sheng... you can die defending, but you can get away with betrayal. You should leave the Tiger Barbarians and join the Yang family quickly! Chen Sheng! The neighbors must listen to you... In this prosperous era of true Qi, there are many treasures of Owl Kui, and you will be used. You can figure it out yourself!"

"Wonderful! Now I understand the old master's intention!"

Lin Chensheng couldn't believe that such words as "You can die if you stick to your principles, but you can gain success if you betray your country" came from his uncle's mouth, but he only felt pain, tears streaming down his face, sobbing:

"Uncle, take care... I still need your guidance. What medicine or pills do you need? I will get them for you!"

The wooden coffin was silent.

Lin Chensheng knelt on the ground, terrified and unable to control himself. He didn't know how long he had been kneeling. He wanted to open his mouth to ask again, but he heard Hou Fu's low voice:

"I have been suffering from the disaster of Qingya Wutu for twenty-five years. Ten years of pain were like being cut by a knife, chopped by an axe, burned by fire and drowned by water. Ten years were like being shattered by a sharp knife and crushed by thunder. The remaining five years were like stripping my soul and spirit and taking away my mind."

"I was worried that Owl Kui could not survive the disaster, so I endured it one by one."

The small wooden coffin swayed slightly, as if something was constantly turning over inside. But Hou Su spoke in the drifting smoke:

"When I was born, snow was flying all over the sky, each white like fairy ropes, but I could see the moonlight like water. My father was very happy and followed the ancient system to ask the sword fairy to give me a title. The old man was discussing the truth, so I asked the Taoist Master Shang Miao... She was amazing in her calculations, and after thinking for a long time, she replied: The solar genealogy is still in [Guang], and the Xiukui Taoist lineage is in [Hou], so it can be [Hou Su]."

"The 立 is the spirit of the great coffin. Those who help with the funeral must hold the 立. Therefore, I, Lin Wei, am the 立 of the Sun's coffin. I, Ou Kui, often deal with matters of life and death, and do not regard it as a bad omen. I use it calmly. Today, I think that it was the kindness of the Immortal Shang Miao who gave me a hint in secret."

Lin Chensheng stared blankly at the wooden coffin in front of him - the man inside only had a little bit of his true spirit and magical powers left, but he still had the arrogance of the great owl watching the queen's coffin:

"The North wanted to use my noble character to capture Ye Kui, thinking that they would give me a chance to live. I would still cling to the fig leaf of the Sun Dao Sect, and wanted to make me feel torn between my bones and the Dao Sect. But Lin Wei died in Xuanmiao Temple! He died twenty-five years ago!"

"I am a monk of the Great Owl Kui Monastery. I will not tolerate humiliation even if I am executed. The sun has lost its brilliance, and I will die for it now!"

Lin Chensheng only felt a heavy feeling, mixed lights in front of his eyes, and a series of fine shattering sounds in his ears. It was as if the wooden coffin had been exposed to the sun for ten days and it broke into pieces with crackling sounds.

The pyroxene and ash in it gushed out one after another, but they were powerless and collapsed all the way to his knees.

"Clap!"

Lin Wei, the Taoist Priest Houfu, had already used up the last bit of his life. He was a dignified Taoist Priest Zifu, and had great dignity during his lifetime, but when he died, there were neither terrible visions nor a united tide of grief among the Taoist tradition.

A handful of dust, that's all.

Lin Chensheng knelt there blankly for an unknown amount of time. He came to his senses when he heard Lin Ya's panicked kowtow outside. He picked up the cloth bag in the corner and retreated the same way he had come, looking dejected.

There was heavy snow outside the palace and the moonlight was bright.

He took one step at a time, stepping on the fine snow and dead leaves, and stood back to his original position. The young man followed him out and knelt in front of him, as if he had expected it, and just kowtowed.

Lin Chensheng looked at the hall behind him with some unfamiliarity and fear. As the moonlight rose, the plaque on the hall began to emit light bit by bit:

【Kuidudian】.

……

The Duxian Mountain Gate is located above Baiye, with many hills on all sides. The river water is turbid and rushes away, revealing a gloomy scene. There are many caves and caves in the mountains, with carvings of ghosts and elves. The tall palace is made of bluestone, forming a seamless whole.

The light and shadow of the magical power faintly shone on the ground. After a moment of silence, the fat man at the top sneered to himself:
"It seems that you have also received orders... Everyone was frightened by Guangchan's death, and now they are trying to control us."

After these words fell, a man stepped out from the void and answered:
"My Helian family has received much kindness from Zhixuan, so we should do our best."

"Try your best?"

The grey light of the female water shone out, and Murong Yan said indifferently:

"I am practicing 'Female Water', so I am not afraid to come and go. Your Helian family is practicing evil, so how dare you stay here for long without mysterious reinforcements? It's not just Li Zhouwei who is coming!"

There was a hint of aggression in his words. Helian Wujiang folded his hands and said casually:
"'Female Water' is a somewhat deserving means of exile... But fellow Taoist, think about it, if you were put in Guangchan's position, how confident are you that you can escape? Li Zhouwei alone is enough to give you a hard time!"

Helian Wujiang didn't have the backing of the Murong family, so he obviously didn't dare to have any opinions about Zhixuan. He changed the subject with two sentences. Murong Yan just laughed and said:
"Thank you for your concern, fellow Daoist... I have nothing to do with Mingyang's karma. Now that Yinshui's magical power is growing, no matter who suffers in a fight, it won't be me!"

Helian Wujiang felt gloomy.

He knew that Murong Yan was actually quite capable, and Yinshui was a great way to show off his abilities. If this person had used all his strength, the situation here would never have deteriorated to the point it is now. However, the great battle at Zhuoshaling that year, by accident, did not lead to the Murong family and the Li family becoming enemies. Instead, it made Murong Yan realize the calculations against him by Cibei Shitu. So he changed completely. This real person just kept practicing Tai Chi with that ugly skin on, and was unwilling to show any ruthlessness!

Helian Wujiang stared at him dimly and could only whisper:
"Fellow Daoist, you should also be able to explain. How can you stay out of it? If you walk by the river often, you will get your feet wet. Fellow Daoist, you are at ease... It's just that some people are not yet moved."

His words were so powerful that Murong Yan's face gradually darkened. The man's appearance was already ugly, and now it looked even uglier, but he was powerless to refute:

"I can avoid it once or twice, but how can I avoid it ten or twenty times? As long as the people in the land of enlightenment don't stop thinking, I'm afraid I will fall into this cause and effect sooner or later!"

The two real men's words were full of controversy. The man in black below said nothing. He knelt at the bottom of the stairs with his head buried so low that it almost touched the ground.

Gongsun Baifan's heart was filled with gloom.

Ever since Guan Gong Xiao and Guan Ling'ai went into seclusion, their own Master Ye Hui rarely came to Duxiandao. The cultivation levels of the head of the family's direct descendants were lower than each other. The Guan family was already sparsely populated, and the power within the family was gradually divided, with most of the positions being held by guest officials from other families.

This is actually not a bad thing for these guests, but Gongsun Baifan is not an ordinary person. He has already smelled a strange scent...but what can he do?

'Sure enough, this day has finally come.'

He didn't recognize any of the two real people standing in the hall, but what they said frightened him and his mind was in a trance. The two people at the top suddenly became serious, and suddenly he heard a calm voice.

"Start the battle formation to meet the enemy."

Gongsun Baifan understood that he was being instructed, and responded quickly. He hurriedly got up, took out the token, and shone it gently on the nearby jade table.

The dark light of the formation that covered the sky above the hall rose up, but gradually became transparent, revealing the blood clouds and skylight with infinite colors that covered the sky!

A young man wearing ink-colored armor with golden patterns and unicorn armor stood in the sky, his purple feather king cloak fluttering in the wind, looking majestic and awe-inspiring, with a long spear in his hand resting in the clouds. At his knees were three young men holding black swords with different expressions, some wearing purple armor and dressed like a general, some wearing blue and white clothes with handsome features, and some wearing cloud robes and holding black swords.

The eyes are all gold.

Gongsun Baifan has always been calm and composed, rarely losing his composure, but at this moment he just felt his legs go weak.

'Li Zhouwei, Bai Lin...'

This face was naturally familiar, yet seemed strange. Gongsun Baifan only felt that it was more majestic and more ferocious. The calmness and thoughtfulness that appeared on the surface in the past were gone, but it seemed as if it should be so.

The scenes of the past were still before his eyes. He followed Guan Gongxiao and suffered several losses at the hands of Li Zhouwei. In the blink of an eye, decades had passed. For a foundation-building cultivator, it was not a long time. He made rapid progress, climbing from the middle stage of foundation-building to the peak of foundation-building. There was no more room for improvement...

'He has supernatural powers, and he overwhelms all the cultivators. He killed Maha of the fifth generation with his own hands, and frightened all the supernatural powers...'

What about Guan Gongxiao? He is still in a state where he doesn't know whether he can achieve supernatural powers.

"Qiang!"

The two parties confronting each other on Baiye did not say a word. Li Zhouwei had already drawn his spear and jumped up from the sky!

"Boom!"

The bright white phantom color shot straight into the sky, and what greeted him was a magical weapon that looked like a stick but not a stick, and like a sword but not a sword.

【Heyuan Stick】, Murong Yan!
Whether out of fear or disgust for Murong Yan, even though he knew that Li Zhouwei's "Yetianmen" was damaged and had not yet recovered, Helian Wujiang still chose Situ Huo and left Li Zhouwei to Murong Yan!
But now the situation has been reversed. Li Zhouwei, who had just broken through to the Purple Mansion and was alone and unarmed, is no longer here!

Murong Yan was facing the King Wei of the Song Dynasty who was in the middle stage of Purple Mansion!

Even though Murong Yan had been in the middle stage of Purple Mansion for a longer time, he knew that the other party was injured, but he still looked serious and attacked with all his strength.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up, the sky and the earth turned dark, the vast desert reappeared, the setting sun was golden, and the scene was solemn. Murong Yan's expression changed slightly, and a gray light also surged out. Although it was much smaller, it firmly resisted the surrounding magical powers!
On the other side, Helian Wujiang looked at Situ Huo and touched the three spiritual weapons on his waist, but he only got a cold look from the old man. Situ Huo quietly put his hand on the golden red knife behind him and sneered:
"court death."

He was cold and proud in his heart.

'Even though Li Zhouwei just killed Guangchan, you should never think that he is more difficult to deal with than me.'

Facing Helian Wujiang, Situ Huo was no longer as humble and shameless as before, but revealed his inherent coldness and arrogance, looking at him with contempt.

Although Helian Wujiang was not considered strong among those in the middle stage of Purple Mansion, he was diligent in practicing Taoism and did not study much killing moves, but he was by no means an easy person to deal with. He drew out his magic sword with a cold face, but who knew that with a sudden sound of golden sound, the person in front of him disappeared!

【The king lost a sheep】

The old man suddenly emerged from behind Helian Wujiang and drew his sword fiercely.

[Bloody Building]!
Blood rises into the sky!

After hundreds of years, this blood blade once again shone on the land of the sea. The rolling blood light was released and then disappeared at a speed that was mind-boggling. Two treasures comparable to spiritual treasures were used together. Helian Wujiang, who was in the middle stage of Purple Mansion, was actually half a beat slower than him even though he was prepared in advance!

A line of blood suddenly appeared on Helian Wujiang's throat, and then his magical powers suddenly took effect, and the whole line of black mist turned into a waterfall and dissipated, mixed with streaks of blood, floating everywhere.

"Thousands of bodies."

Golden evil began to roll on Situ Huo's body, attaching to him. He watched helplessly as the other party turned into evil spirit and drifted away. A smile appeared on his old face:
"The great magical power 'Gripping the Mouth' that shook the Middle Ages was actually used to pick branches, and has become a useless way for you to protect yourself. How ridiculous!"

After being stabbed by him, Helian Wujiang's magical power was slightly disturbed, and blood was faintly visible in his murderous aura. He was unable to speak for a while, and could only speak with his magical power:

"Give it a try, old man!"

Although his Helian family is a demon cultivator who also cultivates evil spirits, they are only new cultivators after all. The most talented ancestors also worked hard on the "Complete Pill". How could they have such good skills as the Tuoba family, a true demon sect... He also understands that the "Thousands of Bodies" are inferior.

But he dared to stand up to Situ Huo, of course he was confident:
'Sha Qi can be eliminated by combining with the Metal Virtue. Although the Thousand Hundred Bodies are inferior, they are very helpful in resisting his Metal Magical Power!'

Situ Huo looked at him coldly, turned the blade in his hand, took out a bowl from his sleeve, and received the golden energy, but he was not in a hurry to look at Helian Wujiang. Instead, he paused for a moment and glanced at Li Zhouwei.

The old man looked at it calmly, knowing what was going on:
"Qi Lanyan must be dead. If he really wanted to defend this place, there would definitely be more than just these two defeated generals coming."

The cultivators at the Duxiandao Mountain Gate didn't even care about Ye Hui, so naturally no one cared, and Shanji couldn't be lost, so what else could be done with it? Situ Huo's heart became colder.

"Yang Ruiyi's warning is definitely not just talk. At least Jiangbei must share my power... Delaying my breakthrough to the purple level will be more conducive to his checks and balances!"

Main characters in this chapter
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Li Zhouwei [Middle Period of Purple Mansion]

Situ Huo [Middle Stage of Purple Mansion]