Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 205: I am the Taoist, I only kill but never save
Deng Deming held a rope made of a low-level talisman and flew over with Lu Cheng.

At this time, Deng Dongyuan, dressed in a black robe, was standing in the void, looking down at the ruined temple below, with his hands folded in his sleeves, calculating something from time to time.

"Grandmaster, the disciples have searched everywhere and there is indeed nothing there. Should we try another place..."

The old Taoist priest, known as Uncle Nine by everyone, flew to Deng Dongyuan's side and spoke cautiously.

"No, I calculated it several times, and the most likely hiding place of that day ghost is right here. Keep looking!"

"Yes."

Since the ancestor insisted, the people below can only carry out his orders.

Master Shang Xiwen went to search in another place for calculation. After Deng Dongyuan calculated several times, he was more certain that it was this place. He hesitated whether to call Shang Xiwen back. Seeing Deng Deming and Lu Cheng flying over, he gave up the matter. That day ghost was also seriously injured. Now finding it is more difficult and more important than killing it.

Let Xiwen search somewhere else, even if it can only increase the chances a little.

"Deming and Cheng'er, now that we're here, you should go down and search for the whereabouts of that demon. Don't let go of an inch of land!"

"Yes."

"As ordered."

Lu Cheng also responded politely, completely ignoring the fact that he was seriously injured by the backlash of his sword.

Originally, this should have been a grand Buddhist temple, but now it has fallen into ruins. However, one can still get a glimpse of its former glory from the remaining ruins.

Deng Deming and Lu Cheng flew to the ground and searched in each direction.

Deng Deming's mission was accomplished by bringing Lu Cheng here safely. He didn't want to offend this upstart too much, so he left in a brisk manner.

"breathe."

As Lu Cheng walked and checked, he adjusted his breathing rhythm to make his body feel better. He didn't want to find the day ghost. Regardless of what reward Deng Dongyuan would give him, given the nature of the day ghost, it would definitely die with the enemy at the last moment. Lu Cheng didn't want to waste his last 100 years of life on such a thing.

However, after connecting with his own blood and fire to perform two swords and one sword for a hundred years, Lu Cheng's own energy and lifespan were greatly reduced, but his spiritual consciousness was obviously increasing.

In Taoism, the spirit is called the Yin body. If a cultivator's Qi and blood are too strong and released outwardly, it will suppress the Yin body to a certain extent. On the contrary, if the Qi and blood are consumed in large quantities, it will nourish and expand the Yin body.

There was once a Taoist monk who studied a method to cultivate the Yin body, which allowed the Yin body to leave the body, travel thousands of miles at night, and appear in the daytime. It also had various mystical powers. However, if one wanted to improve his magic power by practicing this method, he had to go through a thunder tribulation:
The Yin body is roughly equivalent to a ghost body. Can you use the ghost body to survive the thunder tribulation?
Moreover, if one wants to cultivate to a higher realm, crossing over once or twice is not enough. As the saying goes, it is difficult for a Yin spirit to become a saint after ten thousand calamities. The last Taoist monk himself had never practiced this technique. After all, the monks in this world still use the Dan Ding Neidan technique as the mainstream of cultivation to cultivate the Golden Elixir.

Lu Cheng had also seen and comprehended that Taoist theory in Guizang Mountain. However, this method of transforming the Yin body into Yang was not only extremely dangerous, but it was also not necessarily better than the dual cultivation of the Dharma body and the body through one's own practice.

Lu Cheng's first innate magical power is the Qi Sea, the second innate magical power is the Great Five Elements Earth Extreme True Fire, and the third innate magical power is the innate blood fire. The cultivation of both nature and life is most in line with the Taoist methods of Guizang Mountain, but Lu Cheng still understands the knowledge in that Taoist theory.

Therefore, he was not surprised at his active, lively, and agile state of consciousness at this moment. It was like a person who had been carrying a heavy burden for many years and suddenly one day he took off the burden. After a while, this feeling would naturally disappear.

But it was also because of this agility of spiritual consciousness that when Lu Cheng turned the corner after walking past the temple, he suddenly saw a little monk holding dry firewood.

Both of them were stunned when they saw each other.

The little monk seemed startled. He dropped the firewood and ran into the Zen temple and Buddhist hall nearby.

Lu Cheng also wanted to turn back and leave here.

The former heavenly Buddhist world has become a strange Buddhist world. How could there still be a little monk here?

But when his spiritual sense swept over just now, there was no flaw at all. Even if he was looking for flaws in advance, he was just a normal little monk or novice.

However, Lu Cheng did not move after all.

After a while, the little monk stuck his head out, looked at Lu Cheng, and seeing that he didn't seem to be a bad person, he trotted out again to pick up the dry firewood, as if he wanted to run back quickly.

"Young Master, can I have a bowl of water?"

After thinking for a moment, when the little monk was about to finish picking up the firewood, Lu Cheng suddenly asked this question.

Snapped.

The dry firewood fell to the ground again. The little monk looked at the firewood on the ground and then at Lu Cheng, and seemed to be about to cry.

Seeing this, Lu Cheng sighed slightly, then walked forward to pick up all the dry firewood and put it in the little monk's arms.

In the ancient world, firewood was wealth. Among the seven necessities of life, firewood was the first.

With so much firewood in his arms, the timid little monk seemed to be given some confidence, and seeing Lu Cheng in bright clothes gave him hope. So the little monk nodded and said:
"This temple is poor, but if the donor just wants a bowl of hot water, it's still okay."

Following the little monk into the Zen temple, other places were in ruins, only the Buddha hall was relatively clean.

The little monk walked into the Buddhist hall carrying firewood. Lu Cheng looked around before entering and then walked in.

In the dim room, everything is simple.

But on the cushion in the middle of the Buddhist hall, sitting cross-legged was a skinny old monk in a cassock.

He was missing an ear, his lips were broken, he had no nose, and there were only seven fingers on his clasped hands. There were also many cuts on his skin other than his robes, which seemed to be old injuries.

With Lu Cheng's eyesight, he could tell that the beast that caused these old injuries did not seem to have very sharp teeth:

Those were not marks left by sharp animal teeth, but more like marks left by human bites.

"Amitabha, benefactor, I am injured and cannot get up. Please feel free to do as you please."

"I'm sorry to disturb the great monk's practice. I'm just a passerby coming in to ask for a bowl of water." Lu Cheng followed the monk into the temple and saluted with his hands clasped together in response.

"Please wait a moment, benefactor."

It was extremely cold inside this Buddhist temple.

Not to mention people like Lu Cheng, even cultivators who have been practicing Qi and building their foundation have long achieved immunity to cold and heat. In normal hot and cold weather, they only need a thin Taoist robe to cover themselves all year round.

But inside this Buddhist temple, Lu Cheng actually felt cold.

"It's not the actual coldness of temperature, but the coldness of the heart. Is this...memory?"

"Donor, the hot water is here."

After a cup of tea, a fire was lit in the house and hot water was boiled, which finally dispelled the cold and brought warmth.

The young monk boiled a pot of hot water, first gave a bowl to Lu Cheng, then poured a bowl for his master, and finally poured a bowl for himself.

Lu Cheng picked up the coarse porcelain bowl and looked at the water in the bowl. He was a little dazed for a moment. In a trance, he seemed to see a boiling lake full of crying and wailing ghosts. He was so frightened that he almost knocked over the bowl with a shake of his wrist.

But he recovered very quickly, and his years of sword training made him brave and decisive, and his wrist was steady. He managed to steady himself in an instant, and not a drop of water spilled from the coarse porcelain bowl in his hand.

When he looked carefully again, the boiling lake and the ghosts were gone, and the bowl of hot water reflected the firelight, and even flashed golden and red.

Lu Cheng thought about it, then raised his head and drank the hot water in the bowl in his hand. Immediately, the heat rushed into his body, dispelling the coldness and nourishing every part of his body.

"The donor has extraordinary understanding and courage, and truly has the aura of a Buddhist Vajra. However, his sword is ruthless and full of violence. He is inclined to kill the evil master, and I am afraid that one day he will be killed by the sword."

"You must be joking, high monk. Any powerful sword technique in this world is bound to have the words 'inspire the evil and kill the enemy'. It's not necessarily a bad thing to have some murderous intent when fighting with others."

A sword is not a toy, it is a weapon. If you cannot accept this, you are not worthy of practicing the Taoist flying sword technique.

The Buddhist temple fell into silence for a moment.

Lu Cheng noticed that the little monk was crying in a shadow corner of the room. If it were someone else, they might think that the little monk was worried about his future livelihood because the temple was dilapidated. Lu Cheng also had a little gold, silver and jewelry in his bag, but it was enough for the old monk and the young monk to use for a lifetime.

Donor, donor!
If you come here and see this old monk and are willing to give alms, you will be rewarded tenfold.

If you give a little gold, silver or jewelry, you will get ten times as much gold, silver or jewelry. If you give elixirs or spiritual objects, you will get higher-level magic tools or spiritual objects, or even increased blessings and longevity.

This has been the old monk's habit for thousands of years.

But Lu Cheng knew that this was not what they needed.

The old monk and the young novice monk in the Buddhist temple are both eminent monks, but the Taoist priest sitting here at this moment is also a good Taoist priest who abstains from killing and cherishes life:

Although I am bloodthirsty and lustful, I know that I am a good Taoist priest; even though I had no choice in the past, I still want to be a good Taoist priest in the future.

So, Lu Cheng drew his sword. At this moment, he chose to draw his sword, which directly cut off the way of gaining benefits through charity. Although Buddhists are kind, they are not the type of people who will turn their right cheek back after being hit on the left cheek.

But there is no regret for the sword. Lu Cheng's Vajra Flying Sword ripped open the cassock of the old monk in front of him. But under the cassock were piles of bones and teeth marks. The monk was dead!

(End of this chapter)