Thirteenth month of death

Chapter 11: Night Rain on the Barren Mountain
October 7th, Chou hour.

Li Daosheng and the young Taoist priest Chen Zhian found a dilapidated mountain temple and stayed there for the night.

Along the way, Li Daosheng learned a lot about the world from Chen Zhian.

This is indeed the Dharma Ending Age. Because of the rampage of evil spirits, almost everyone in this world knows a few self-defense techniques.

People who practice martial arts have internal strength. Top masters can condense this internal strength into true qi, which can be used to slay demons and monsters with great killing power.

People like Chen Zhian, who are not from the world, not only practice martial arts, but also cultivate breathing techniques to accumulate magical power to cast spells.

Judging from Chen Zhian's appearance, he also knows magic, but he said that magic power is very precious and cannot be used casually. After using a spell, he has to meditate for a whole night to restore his magic power.

Li Daosheng didn't ask any more questions.

He held the sword that Fei Zaixing had used in his youth and felt the condition of his body.

It was very strange that when he held Fei Zaixing's sword, there was a natural breath circulating in his body, and he could use it as easily as his own arms and fingers, without any hindrance.

But when he put down the sword, the aura in his body disappeared again.

In short, as long as he held the sword, Li Daosheng seemed to be possessed by the young Fei Zaixing, and was extremely magical.

There is no problem with the character of the young Taoist priest Chen Zhian. Li Daosheng thought about it and felt that he had borrowed Fei Zaixing's power and accepted his favor, so he naturally had to try his best to complete what he promised.

He looked at Chen Zhian, who was adding firewood to the fire, and asked, "Master, have you heard of the name Fei Zaixing?"

"Of course I've heard of it!" Chen Zhian didn't even look up when he heard this. He threw the sticks he had picked up into the fire. Sparks exploded and crackled. He patted the ashes off his hands and said, "Master Fei is the leader of this generation of Jianshou Mountain. His swordsmanship has long surpassed the inheritance of Jianshou Mountain and formed his own style. Although he is only over thirty, it is no exaggeration to call him a master."

Li Daosheng nodded, a man of the hour...

"Is there any news about him recently?" Li Daosheng asked.

Chen Zhian looked up at Li Daosheng curiously, his eyes lingering on the sword he was holding. He thought to himself, no wonder, this young man Li is also a swordsman. He must be yearning for this sword master.

"I don't know, although Ningzhou and Jianshou Mountain are not separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, it will take at least ten days or half a month for news to reach them..."

Upon hearing this, Li Daosheng stopped talking.

Although Chen Zhian was a talkative person, he was also tired after today's fierce battle. After adding firewood, he sat down cross-legged and his breathing gradually stabilized.

Li Daosheng came to the door of the mountain temple with a sword in his arms.

The moonlight tonight is tinged with red, and that red seems to be floating from below.

Looking closely, he saw that the direction was exactly the direction of Wanshou Village where he and the young Taoist priest were going.

The young Taoist priest had never been to Wanshou Village before, but according to him, with the two of them having enough strength to walk, it would be more than enough for them to reach Wanshou Village by noon today.

The red light covered the moon, something must have happened over there.

Li Daosheng was thinking about the prologue in his mind. The main person mentioned in the prologue was an old monk named Du Nan.

But this Wanshou Village seems to be the territory of Taoist priests, and the Ascension Conference is also the work of Qiyun Mountain.

As the prologue continues, is the end of this story Buddhism or Taoism?

Li Daosheng doesn’t know yet.

But, there are many dangers.

Li Daosheng did not sleep soundly that night.

In the second half of the night, there was a muffled thunder, followed by heavy rain.

It was already the beginning of winter, and this late-night thunderstorm was truly bizarre.

The young Taoist priest was startled awake. He stood up and took a look at the impenetrable rain curtain outside. He muttered, "There was moonlight in the first half of the night, but it rained in the second half. How strange..."

At this moment, the young Taoist's expression changed. He turned around, waved his sleeves, extinguished the bonfire, and whispered to Li Daosheng, "Mr. Li, come with me quickly, someone is coming!"

When it comes to experience in the underworld, Li Daosheng definitely doesn't have as much as Chen Zhian, so he didn't ask any more questions after hearing this.

The two of them jumped over and climbed onto the beam.

Under the heavy rain curtain, a group of people in black clothes and black armor rushed in.

There were so many people coming that I couldn’t count them on two hands.

Although Li Daosheng was not from this world, he had some guesses in his mind based on the behavior and attire of these people.

Sure enough, Chen Zhian spoke to him silently, his mouth forming only one word.

"official".

"Commander, there is someone here."

The soldier in black armor whispered to the tallest man. The burly man, known as the commander, suddenly raised his head and said, "Friend on the beam, come down."

As soon as he finished speaking, a spark of fire flew out and flew into the bonfire.

Chen Zhian smiled awkwardly at Li Daosheng: "Xiaodao just came down the mountain..."

Seeing this, the two knew there was no need to hide their whereabouts any longer, so they climbed down from the beams.
"Chen Zhian, a Taoist priest from Heming Mountain, is honored to meet you, sir."

Chen Zhian didn't seem to have a Taoist name, and he reported his real name. As he spoke, he took out his certificate of ordination and handed it to the big man.

"I am Li Daosheng, a traveler." Li Daosheng followed the local custom and bowed with his sword.

"It's a rainy night in a desolate mountain, and there's a dilapidated temple. We can't help but be vigilant. Please don't blame me, Commander." Chen Zhian explained with a smile.

The big man took a close look at the certificate of ordination, then looked at the two of them a few more times, his gaze especially lingering for a long time on Li Daosheng's "strange clothes" from modern times.

"I am Wang Dianzhou, the commander of the Black Scale Guard. I am sorry to bother you with the sudden downpour in the desolate mountains."

The big man named Wang Dianzhou did not put on any airs. After returning the certificate of ordination to Chen Zhian, he asked the soldiers behind him to settle down.

The bonfire was reignited, with the young Taoist priest and Li Daosheng on the left and the Black Scale Guards on the right.

After all this trouble, the young Taoist priest couldn't sleep. Listening to the sound of rain outside, he couldn't stop chattering, and whispered, "Why are the Black Scale Guards from the imperial court here in this desolate wilderness? Are they also going to the Ascension Society to seek the immortal essence?"

"Doesn't Qiyun Mountain pay tribute to the imperial court every year?"

"Commander of the Black Scale Guard, high-ranking official?" Li Daosheng asked.

The young Taoist nodded vigorously: "He is very powerful, and only the emperor can order him around."

After saying this, he seemed to realize something and bowed to Li Daosheng in admiration.

"Brother Li is very clever. It turns out that this is the Emperor's will."

The commanders of the Black Scale Guards are all top masters. If they bring such a small team, I'm afraid that what they are looking for will not be easy to obtain, and it will not be easy to make it public.

The young Taoist suddenly widened his eyes. "Brother Li, they're acting so stealthily. If we catch them, do you think we'll be silenced?"

Li Daosheng shook his head: "I haven't changed my clothes yet, so I'm not being sneaky. Okay, let's get some more sleep. The night is still long."

Li Daosheng no longer paid any attention to him and closed his eyes.

The young Taoist priest Chen Zhian looked left and right, leaned closer to Li Daosheng, and finally calmed down.

At the same time, Qiyun Mountain.

It was raining heavily and the mountains were covered with fog.

Taoist Shouyi had a rosy complexion, but he was so shaky that he handed the jade bottle to his master Taoist Changqing.

"Master..."

Taoist Chang Qing took the jade bottle, opened it and took a look.

"Ah."

"Disciple will take his leave first." The Taoist guarding the door was about to leave.

"Wait." Taoist Chang Qing stopped him.

"Nothing unusual, right?"

"No, disciple didn't see anything..." Taoist Shouyi said with his head lowered.

"You didn't do anything unnecessary, did you?" Taoist Chang Qing asked again.

"Absolutely not!" Taoist Shouyi immediately looked up, eyes widening, "Disciple swears!"

"Okay, go down." Taoist Chang Qing looked at him deeply, and then closed his eyes.

This disciple of his is the most greedy and the one who likes to be clever the most among all the disciples.

After Taoist Shouyi left, Taoist Changqing slowly walked to the window.

He looked at the dark mountains shrouded in rain and fog.

Master, I don't want to let you down, nor can I let my senior brother down...

"Let him decide the cause and effect..."

"Disciple...I am tired..."

Taoist Chang Qing's voice was buried in the sound of rain, and it actually revealed a desire to die.

(End of this chapter)