Liaozhai: A Poor Monk Transcends to Immortal

Chapter 131 Wonderland Picture (please subscribe)
"Li Qiao, why did you bring me here?" Song frowned and glanced at the library, the doubts in his eyes flashing away.

"Haha, Brother Song, although this place is remote, Brother Song has an extraordinary background and has ancestors in the court. Even if he gave Li Qiao some courage, he would not dare to do anything poisonous. Brother Song will just follow his younger brother." Call him Li Qiao. The young man laughed.

Then he walked into the library first.

Song hesitated for a while before following in.

There was no one in the library, except for a dim back dragging a long shadow.

"Li Qiao, if you have any clues, please tell me quickly. I still want to go home."

"Brother Song, don't worry."

Li Qiao lit a red candle, placed it on the desk, then pulled out a scroll from the bookshelf, unfolded it, and placed it on the desk.

this······

Song Yingsheng frowned and looked at Li Qiao's extremely skillful movements, a look of caution flashed across his face.If it was really Li Qiao's hand, most of the sons of Lianfu Jun would dare to do it, and most of them would not care about his identity.

"Brother Song, why are you standing so far away?"

"Look closer."

Song responded and took a few steps forward. As he approached the case, he saw a picture scroll on the table.

The painting on the scroll was very strange. A luxurious palace rose out of thin air in the mountains and forests, and there was a huge square. In the square stood countless stunning beauties swaying and dancing. Although it was just a scroll, he seemed to see a moving scene. The dance is average.

He rubbed his eyes in horror, looked at the picture scroll again, let out a deep breath,

Illusion?
But yes, it's just a painting, how could it give birth to visions!

"Li Qiao, what does this picture mean?"

"Brother Song, look here." Li Qiao pointed to a place. Song responded and looked at it for a few seconds, and his expression changed involuntarily.

This is······
Brother Wang?

He saw a figure tied to the jade pillar above the White Jade Square. The figure was dressed in a Confucian robe, and a wisp of green around his waist was very obvious. Although he could not see his face clearly, he could sense who it was!
Wang Cheng.

What do you mean?
This scroll clearly looks like an ancient scroll. How could Brother Wang be on it?
Was it added later?
It doesn't look like that.

what happened?
He looked at Li Qiao with doubtful eyes, but he never expected to encounter a pair of big hands and a pair of ferocious eyes.

"Li Qiao, what are you going to do?"

A sharp roar sounded, but it did not interrupt his movements at all.

Li Qiao hugged him fiercely, and then rushed towards the scroll. A bright light appeared on the scroll, and the two of them disappeared from the scroll.

In the library pavilion, the candlelight flickered, reflecting the only brightness. The picture scroll became more and more weird under the flickering candlelight.

The next day,

A ray of sunlight fell into the library. The candle from last night was still there, but only half of it was left. The scroll on the table had also disappeared. It seemed that someone had taken it away.

Another person disappeared!
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After two days of fermentation, Yunzhou City was shaken again. One student from Bailu Academy disappeared again, and the one who disappeared was Song Yingsheng, one of the three most influential students.If the disappearance of Fujun's son caused a stir in Yunzhou, then the disappearance of Song Yingsheng was no less than a major earthquake in Yunzhou.

The Song family was a scholarly family, a Confucian and Taoist family, and was a three-level scholar. If these names were just compliments from the world, then their hidden power would be staggering.

On the third day,
in the government office,

Countless figures in Confucian robes gathered in the main hall, and Wang Shicong, who was the governor of Yunzhou, could not sit in the main seat, and was placed first on the left.And sitting above the first seat was an elderly man with white beard and hair, dressed in a gray robe, and a pair of cloudy eyes under the snow-white eyebrows flicked from time to time.

This made Wang Shicong, who was on the left, tremble and feel uneasy.

"Cough cough cough."

The old man coughed twice, and everyone in the hall looked over respectfully at the same time, even Wang Shicong was no exception.

Facing this scene, the old man accepted it calmly.

"Scholar!"

"Master Song!"

Wang Shicong quickly stood up respectfully and saluted.

The old man in front of you is the current pillar of the Song family and the current helmsman of the Song family. He once served as the right minister during the period of Emperor Jing. He is one of the only living ministers in the world. His students are all over the Jin Dynasty. , after the death of Emperor Jing, he did not want to get involved in the whirlpool of seizing the heir, so he chose to retire and return to his hometown. Although he retired, he still had huge power.At the very least, most people in the court would stand respectfully and listen to his words.

And Song Yingsheng is his great-grandson, and also one of the great-grandsons that he relies on the most, and he can tell it just by looking at it now.

"My grandson has been missing for two days now. Do you have any clues?"

When Wang Shicong heard this, cold sweat instantly flowed down his forehead. He couldn't say that he had no clue, he could only say that he had no clue at all.He cursed secretly in his heart, he didn't even find his own son, and now another one appears. It's really evil.

"Master Song, please rest assured that my subordinates will do their best to investigate this matter thoroughly and solve the case as soon as possible."

"Now that I have retired and returned to my hometown, I am just a bad old man. You don't need to be polite."

When Wang Shicong heard this, his face suddenly turned pale. After thinking for a while, he gritted his teeth and uttered a sentence: "Master Song, don't worry, Shicong will definitely solve the case within three days. If he can't do it, I will let Master Song handle it."

The old man nodded: "In three days, I will come to this government office again."

After saying that, he slowly stood up and left the government office with the support of the children of the Song family.

After everyone in the Song family left, Wang Shicong immediately slumped down on the chair, his back already soaked with cold sweat.After coming back to his senses, he sighed helplessly. It was unlikely that the matter that had not been resolved for half a month would be resolved in just three days.

However, if it wasn't for this, his black gauze might be gone immediately.

It was unlikely that he would lose his life because of this. After all, with the old guy's qualifications, killing him, the prince of the mansion, was really not a big deal.

Three days, three days, only three days!
It seems that we can only deal with the funeral.

Just when Wang Shicong was lamenting, a monk was visiting the house of Tian, ​​the richest man in Yunzhou.

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The Tian family, a high-class house with three entrances and three exits, is the only one in Yunzhou City.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the Tian family was extremely strange.

On the middle hall, there are five figures sitting and standing, three of them are outsiders, and the other two are the Tian family father and son, Tian Bozhong and Tian Li.

Pudu looked at the old Taoist sitting next to the Tian family father and son in front of him, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face. No wonder he became the richest man in Yunzhou Prefecture in a short period of time. It turned out that there was an expert behind him.

A true king in the Purple Mansion Realm must be an evil cultivator based on the karma on his body.

"Fellow Taoist, I have said that this matter has nothing to do with me. Even if I have no vision, I will not provoke the Jin Dynasty."

A flash of doubt flashed in the eyes of the old swordsman cultivator beside Pudu. There were only a few people in Yunzhou City who had the ability to take action. If it weren't for this guy, there would probably be no result in this matter.

"Why do you interfere in human affairs?"

"To be honest with you, fellow Taoist, I was injured by my enemies, and I was saved by the Tian family to survive. I should protect you for a hundred years, so I stay here."

so?
When the old man was thinking deeply, the corners of Pudu's mouth raised slightly.

The grace of saving his life will protect him for a hundred years?
If it were said from the mouth of a righteous monk, he might still believe it a little, but for an evil monk, such rhetoric is somewhat ridiculous.Therefore, his stay in Yunzhou must be profitable, and it may be related to the disappearance of these two people.

The evil cultivator glanced at Pudu who was smiling, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. "Since that's the case, I won't bother you any more."

The old Taoist stood up and wanted to leave, but when he saw that Pudu was indifferent, he frowned slightly: "Little monk, aren't you leaving?"

"Senior, please leave first. The young monk still has some things to do here."

Oh?
Upon hearing this, the old Taoist showed a hint of curiosity on his face. He did not leave, but stood curiously aside, as if he wanted to see what Pudu was doing here.

Seeing that the old Taoist had not left, Pudu did not react at all, and slowly stood up.

"Amitabha."

"The karma of the donor is as deep as the ocean. Today, the young monk is willing to save the donor. I wonder what the donor thinks?"

"Is the young master a monk from Guangyuan Temple?"

Pudu shook his head: "The young monk came from Songjian Mansion."

It turned out that it was not the bald donkey of Guangyuan Temple. If it were the bald donkey of Guangyuan Temple, he might be a little afraid, but no, haha...

"Little monk, you are only in the Xuandan realm. What gives you the confidence to speak to me like this?"

"Isn't it a fellow Taoist?" He said and looked at the old sword cultivator standing aside watching the show.

"Hahaha, you guys are free to watch the show. This young monk has nothing to do with the old Taoist."

Seeing this, the old evil cultivator breathed a sigh of relief again. It is true that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers!

"Little monk, if you leave now, I can spare your life." The faint voice contained a bit of evil spirit.

Pudu smiled slightly and pointed his finger casually.

"Nianhua finger!"

Bodhi Temple inherits magical powers, which are also acquired during this period.

Feeling the weak and weak fingerprints, the evil cultivator smiled coldly and didn't care at all. He casually waved down the palm wind, as if to defeat Pudu's fingerprints.But after a few breaths, his expression suddenly changed, and he saw that the palm wind with the strength of the Purple Mansion Realm did not cause any damage to the fingerprint.

The fingerprints were still slowly poking towards him.

"Get out of here!"

A pitch-black fist blasted towards Pudu's fingerprints.

The old swordsman who was watching the show frowned and seemed to realize something. He took a deep look at Pudu who was smiling.

"puff!"

With a soft sound, the fingerprints disappeared, and the old man wielding his fist fell to the ground. As for the chair he sat on, it had long been turned into ashes.There was blood dripping from his fist, and there was a bloody hole in it, which seemed to have penetrated directly into his arm.

"you······"

The evil cultivator looked at Pudu in horror, and his ferocious face finally calmed down.

The old sword cultivator on the side also had a solemn face. He thought that this young monk was just an ordinary Xuandan realm monk, but he never thought that he had hidden his cultivation. With such strength, he is probably not weak even in the Zifu realm.

Even if he wanted to block the move just now, it would take some effort for him to block it.

"Don't say that the donor is injured. Even if the monk wants to take you in his prime, it will only take a moment."

Looking at the smiling little monk, he realized that he might have kicked the iron plate, and he was seriously injured again with just one move. If he had used his full strength, then... the fear in his heart would disappear in a flash.

"Please spare my life, young master. I still have some rare things in my hand. I would like to give them all to the young master. I will leave Yunzhou today and never do evil again."

"The young monk has something to ask the donor."

"Excuse me, young master."

"What is the donor doing in Yunzhou?"

"This······"

Just when the old man was hesitating, a fierce aura suddenly rose from Pudu's body. The aura was so strong that it made him feel irresistible.

He hurriedly said: "Little master, spare your life, I will tell you now."

After pondering for a while, he said helplessly: "To be honest, young master, I am staying in Yunzhou Mansion just to look for a painting."

Painting again?
Pudu frowned: "What kind of painting?"

"A picture of a fairyland has its own world within it."

"What is the effect?"

"After transforming into a god, you can break through the refining void, and you can break through it without being struck by lightning."

Purdue:······

Thinking of the thunder calamity that he saw in Mount Lushan, he suddenly fell silent. There is actually such a magical thing that can enable monks to break through the alchemy and avoid thunder calamity.

"Where did the donor get this news?"

"I got it by chance, little master, don't worry, that person is dead, and only a few people in the hall know about it."

As he spoke, he glanced at everyone in the hall, with murderous intent on his face: "If it is inconvenient for the young master to take action, I can do it for you."

"The old Taoist has no intention of doing this. We sword cultivators should go straight ahead without fear of any hardships, and the same is true for thunder calamity." The old sword cultivator seemed to be afraid of Pudu's action, so he hurriedly explained.

Maybe I looked down on this little monk because of his cultivation before, but I never thought that he would be the opposite now, and he sighed.

"Thank you so much for telling me, the young monk will save you now."

"Monk, doesn't your Buddhist teaching teach you to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately? Now that I have put down my butcher's knife, why can't you let me go?" the evil cultivator said resentfully.

"Amitabha."

"If all the villains in the world are willing to put down their butcher knives, then wouldn't my Buddha West Paradise want Buddhas to be full of trouble? For the sake of my little monk going to the Western Paradise in the future, there will be Buddhas to do, please benefactor, please go to Jiuyou Difu." Pu Du laughed, and then continued The palm was swung out, along with a wisp of flame, which turned it into ashes without leaving even a scream.

The old sword cultivator on the side saw this, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Kill decisively and without mercy. Is this really just a monk?

I'm afraid even his sword cultivator is not so decisive.

[To save evil cultivators, reward [-] merits]

"Amitabha."

Pudu glanced at Tian and his son: "The two donors also have profound karma, but as an outsider, the young monk cannot interfere, but he still hopes that the two donors can do more good deeds in the future, otherwise they will suffer bitter consequences."

The two hurriedly stood up and respectfully praised: "Please rest assured, little master, my Tian family will definitely do more good deeds from now on."

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(End of this chapter)