Sword from the Immortal Mountain

Chapter 40: 40: The truth lies only on the edge of the sword

(The truth of online writing nowadays lies in the pursuit of reading!)

It was late in the evening, and two tall and strong paper figures were carrying a black sedan chair, walking vaguely on a country road.

Perhaps because it was getting late, the white lantern hanging in front of the sedan lit up.

The firelight inside was a flickering ball, completely different from a normal lantern. It looked like an eye, scanning everything around it.

There were many houses on the roadside. When they saw this scene, they all hid back in their houses, carefully closed the doors and windows, and held their breath, not daring to make a sound, let alone stick their heads out to peek.

I was afraid that if I looked at it for one more moment, I would offend the immortals and bring disaster upon myself.

If you can't afford to offend, just hide. This is the simplest survival concept in the minds of ordinary people.

If you can't avoid it, you can only accept your fate.

Fortunately, the sedan had no intention of stopping. It went straight out of the village, then turned a corner, passed through the harvested fields, crossed the stream, and went straight up the hillside.

There is only one family on the hillside.

Chen Shuchi’s home.

At this time, Chen Jin had already finished dinner. As usual, he spread out his study tools in the room and began to read and write.

Just like the scholars of the past.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

Suddenly, Wangcai under the eaves seemed to sense some danger. He jumped up and started barking wildly at the door.

The gate of the courtyard opened silently, and a black sedan was carried in and stopped in the courtyard.

The firelight in the white lantern condensed and turned into a strange eye, its gaze falling on Wangcai.

Wangcai's fur stood up. Although he sensed danger, he still bared his teeth and responded ferociously.

"Isn't it a pleasure to have guests coming from afar?"

The sound of reading in the room suddenly stopped.

The wooden door opened and Chen Jin walked out.

The lights like eyes immediately turned away and stared at him, and then an old voice came out: "It was you who killed Chu Hong?"

The voice did not come from the sedan chair, but came from the flame of the lantern.

"Yes."

Chen Jin answered frankly.

For him, there was no need to deliberately conceal what he had done. It was just that sometimes, in order to have peace of mind, he chose a more appropriate way to deal with it.

"You shouldn't have killed him."

The old voice became stern, and continued: "I asked the Taoist boy, and I know that Chu Hong used the name of the Taoist temple to cheat people and make a lot of money. He did a lot of illegal things. But you shouldn't kill him."

Chen Jin raised his eyebrows: "You mean, his crime does not deserve death?"

"No. What I mean is that no matter what bad things Chu Hong has done or what serious crimes he has committed, he should be handed over to Yunshan Temple for interrogation and then punished."

"Haha, if it weren't for me, when would your temple discover Master Chu's crime? One year? Three years? Or ten years? Or even never?"

The light in the white lantern seemed to flicker before he said, "It's very simple. We'll deal with it when we discover it."

"Hahaha!"

Chen Jin suddenly burst into laughter.

"why are you laughing?"

Taoist Yunshan seemed angry.

Chen Jin smiled and said, "Master, you are devoted to cultivation and are high above everyone else. Naturally, you will not care about the villagers who were cheated and deceived. Even if they were ruined and killed, their lives are just like weeds on the roadside. When one dies, another will naturally emerge."

"As far as I know, Chu Hong just took the opportunity to make money and didn't really kill anyone. The wrong household god was invited to Chen Jiande's home and has been taken away by this temple master."

"But he came to hurt me!"

Chen Jin took a step forward, his eyes like swords. Taoist Yunshan was silent for a moment: "But sir, why don't you just stand here now?"

Chen Jinshai laughed: "That's because I have some skills. If I don't, then it won't be Master Chu who dies, but me."

"I don't believe Chu Hong would rashly kill someone."

"Then Master, do you understand that in many cases, killing someone does not necessarily mean killing them with your own hands?"

Taoist Yunshan snorted coldly, "Don't make such a fuss. This temple master is here to explain the position and reason of Yunshan Temple. As I said before, even if Chu Hong committed murder and arson, which is unforgivable, it is not the turn of outsiders to punish him. You killed him, and you were wrong. But there is a reason for everything. I will not kill you, but will only put you in the Yunshan Temple jail for three years as a punishment."

Chen Jin said in a clear voice: "Well. Since you have your reasons and I have mine, let's fight and see whose reason is greater."

"Insanity!"

Taoist Yunshan shouted angrily.

As the shout was heard, a mist swept out from the sedan chair, quickly blending with the boundless twilight and then covering it.

It covered the courtyard, the house, and Chen Jin.

And the dog Wangcai under the eaves...

If there were outsiders at this moment, they would find that everything on the hillside was shrouded in a huge black fog, and nothing could be seen clearly. Even wanting to come in would be difficult.

This place was suddenly isolated and became a strange place.

In the fog, a white lantern slowly rose.

Then the fire became brighter, but the light did not dissipate, but all shone on Chen Jin.

In that instant, Chen Jin seemed to be frozen.

In the firelight, a figure appeared, with white hair like frost.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed directly at Chen Jin's eyebrows.

At the critical moment, Chen Jin, who seemed to be frozen, took a small step back and just avoided the finger.

"what?"

A surprised cry came from inside the lantern.

At the same time, the fire burned more vigorously and hotter, like a big fireball. Rays of light burst down, like fire rain falling to the ground.

Chen Jin had a bamboo sword in his hand.

This bamboo sword is not one of the two that were carved at the beginning. During this period, several other swords have been changed.

When practicing swordplay in the mountains, the bamboo sword is not durable and is easily damaged.

This is also the reason why he has not yet mastered sword skills. Otherwise, he would not have to care about the form of the weapon in his hand.

When the sword art is perfected, every branch, leaf and drop of water can be turned into a sword.

Chen Jin held the bamboo sword and slashed with the tip of the sword, drawing a circle the size of a face in the air, but it just happened to draw the opponent's lantern fire into it.

"ban!"

He whispered softly.

The next moment, the lantern of the master of Yunshan Temple seemed to be imprisoned in mid-air. No matter how the flames rushed left and right, they could not break through.

"break!"

Chen Jin chanted softly again and thrust his sword forward.

With a crackling sound, the water bottle burst, the flames dissipated, and the fog covering the hillside immediately dissipated, returning to normal night;
"Snapped!"

The sound was actually the black sedan falling to the ground, breaking into pieces. The two paper figures carrying the sedan fell to the ground and shattered, turning into two piles of broken things.

In the air, only the white lantern remained.

However, the lampshade was covered with spider-web-like cracks, and the light was no longer as bright as before. Only a tiny light remained, swaying unsteadily, as if a gust of wind could blow it out:

"You, who are you?"

(End of this chapter)