Confucian and Taoist scholar

Chapter 304: Sect Monks
The voice carried such a powerful aura that the grass and trees in the mountains and forests rustled and moved without even the wind.

Lu Zheng raised his eyes slightly and saw a middle-aged man in white clothes approaching.

Judging from the aura he exudes, he should be a cultivator in the third realm.

Looking at his appearance again, Lu Zheng felt that the other person's face looked a little familiar.

Soon, Lu Zheng thought of someone, someone he had just met, which made him more curious.

The middle-aged cultivator came closer and looked Lu Zheng up and down. "Who are you? This is my pet. Let it go immediately."

Lu Zheng smiled and said, "A scholar."

"Scholars? Confucian and Taoist scholars?" The middle-aged monk's eyes flashed.

The person in front of him was obviously not an ordinary scholar, as he could subdue his spiritual pet.

The middle-aged man's mind turned, and he said, "We are both cultivators. If you release my spirit pet and compensate me with some spirit stones, this matter will be over."

"compensation?"

Lu Zheng looked at the monster and said quietly, "This beast is your spiritual pet, but it has eaten many people. Do you usually use people to feed it?"

The middle-aged monk frowned upon hearing this. "What does this have to do with you? Young man, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business."

Lu Zheng looked at the middle-aged cultivator and couldn't help but ask, "Are you an evil cultivator?"

The behavior of the cultivator in front of him inevitably made Lu Zheng think of those evil cultivators.

The middle-aged cultivator was displeased when he heard this, his face darkening. "What evil cultivator? I'm a Qi cultivator from the sect, from Yunmeng Lake! My pets sometimes eat people, but it's not a big deal. I'm being polite to you because you're a Confucian scholar. Please don't say such things."

Qi Refiner? Yunmeng Lake? Lu Zheng thought that this person must not be from the Yunmeng Sect, otherwise he would have directly announced the name of the Yunmeng Sect.

Lu Zheng said calmly, "I'm not very knowledgeable. I don't know what sect you come from. Do your sects like to raise man-eating monsters?"

The middle-aged monk's mood was uncertain. "It seems you are here to cause trouble for me?"

As he spoke, the middle-aged cultivator exuded an aura of power. A thin, foot-long flying sword hovered in front of him, constantly emitting dazzling sword light.

Lu Zheng said calmly, "I just wanted to talk to you, why did you use the sword?"

The middle-aged cultivator said nothing more. With a thought, he pinched his fingers and the flying sword in front of him turned into a beam of sword light and shot out.

But in an instant, the flying sword had already reached Lu Zheng, only a few inches away from Lu Zheng's body.

However, the flying sword hovered in mid-air and could not move forward even half an inch.

The flying sword hummed, and the sword energy was almost completely suppressed.

Lu Zheng raised his hand and pinched with two fingers, easily grabbing the flying sword.

In just a moment, the connection between the middle-aged monk and the flying sword was completely severed.

The flying sword immediately lost control and was easily grasped by Lu Zheng.

"you……"

The middle-aged cultivator was horrified upon seeing this. He had not expected Lu Zheng to be so powerful that he could suppress his flying sword directly, and he could no longer cast a spell to recall the flying sword.

Lu Zheng looked at the flying sword in his hand curiously. The flying sword had no handle, and the thin sword body was engraved with many runes. It was a spiritual weapon specially controlled by spiritual consciousness to kill the enemy, not an ordinary sword weapon.

This kind of flying sword is not considered good. It is said that there are flying swords of better quality, which are smaller and more exquisite, and can even be as small as a finger. They can be controlled freely and kill people without being seen.

The middle-aged cultivator tried hard to retract the flying sword, but there was no response.

It was obviously not far from Lu Zheng, but he couldn't recall it at all.

But after a while, the middle-aged monk's forehead was sweating and he felt that he had met a master.

He thought that Lu Zheng was a Confucian and Taoist scholar, and since he was so young, his attainments in Taoism must not be very high. However, it turned out that he was completely wrong.

Lu Zheng held the flying sword and looked at the middle-aged cultivator again, asking, "Which sect are you from?"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged cultivator lost his previous aggressive aura and replied honestly, "Yunmengze, Wanjianmen."

"Wanjianmen? What a domineering name." Lu Zheng couldn't help but say.

However, he had never heard of the Wanjian Sect.

Lu Zheng then asked, "I heard there's a Yunmeng Sect in Yunmeng Lake. How does your sect compare to the Yunmeng Sect?"

The middle-aged cultivator thought that the Yunmeng Sect was named after Yunmeng, so how could their sect be comparable?

The middle-aged cultivator said, "The Yunmeng Sect is a first-class sect in Yunmeng Lake. Our Wanjian Sect is only a mid-tier sect. How can we compare with them?"

Lu Zheng nodded. "You're quite self-aware. I thought you were going to brag. A mid-tier sect in Yunmeng Lake is pretty good."

After hearing the second half of Lu Zheng's words, the middle-aged cultivator felt inexplicably pleased. Their sect could not compare to the Yunmeng Sect, but it was certainly not a low-ranking sect.

Lu Zheng continued, "So all the monsters raised by your sect are like this?"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged cultivator could only explain, "Young Master, you've misunderstood. The spirit pet I raise has the blood of a hyena, so it likes to eat people. In order to help it grow without suppressing its nature, I occasionally let it eat people, but the people it eats are either evil or vicious..."

Lu Zheng said calmly: "It eats people, can it distinguish between good and evil?" "I will control it." said the middle-aged monk.

"It has been under control for so long, can it be divided into good and evil?" Lu Zheng continued to ask.

The middle-aged monk opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he couldn't find any words for a moment.

This monster has no idea of good or evil. If he hadn't been controlling it, it would have gone crazy and eaten people.

However, this monster's talent is better than his. It is estimated that if it continues to practice like this, it will be out of his control in a few years.

But it was hard for him to part with such a talented spiritual pet.

The middle-aged monk thought for a moment and said, "I think if I really can't control it in the future, I'll sell it to another powerful monk..."

Lu Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly, "Are you still thinking of leaving this disaster behind?"

Seeing that the middle-aged monk was so stubborn, Lu Zheng flicked his finger, and the flying sword in his hand turned into a stream of light and slashed straight towards the monster.

The sword flashed, and the monster's head immediately rolled to the ground, with gurgling smelly blood flowing all over the ground.

The corners of the middle-aged monk's mouth twitched, but he didn't dare to raise any objection.

He could only say, "I couldn't bear it, but fortunately you helped me get rid of the evil. I apologize for the offense I just caused. How about we just drop this matter?"

Seeing that Lu Zheng acted so decisively, he still couldn't get the flying sword back and also lost a spirit pet, so he had to humble himself.

Lu Zheng looked at the middle-aged cultivator and asked, "You are from the Wanjian Sect, why are you here now?"

The middle-aged monk replied, "I am just practicing here temporarily."

Lu Zheng asked again, "There is a wild god here. Do you know where he lives?"

A strange light flashed in the middle-aged monk's eyes, and he said, "The wild god here? I don't know."

Lu Zhengdao: "Really don't know? I came here specifically to find him."

The middle-aged cultivator was slightly surprised when he heard this and asked, "Your Excellency has a high level of cultivation, why would you want to seek out a local wild god?"

Lu Zheng said, "I was asked by an official from the Yu County City God to come and investigate. I just saw the villagers of Dawan Village repairing the temple, but I couldn't find any trace of it, so I came to the mountains to look for it."

The middle-aged monk couldn't help but say, "There are no wild gods in this mountain. You two might go to other mountains to look for them. I can also help you. I will go to the east to look for them."

As he spoke, the middle-aged monk took a few steps forward, as if he was going to help look for it.

Seeing the middle-aged cultivator's movements, Lu Zheng said leisurely, "Why are you more anxious than I am? Are you helping me find some wild god, or are you preparing to leave this place?"

The middle-aged monk froze and stamped his foot, saying, "Why do you say that? Do you have something else to ask me?"

The middle-aged monk thought to himself, I have killed the monster by you, and he doesn’t even want the flying sword anymore, so why won’t you let him go?

Lu Zheng asked abruptly, "Who is this Zhang the landlord in that village to you?"

The middle-aged monk's expression changed slightly when he heard this, and he did not answer immediately.

Lu Zheng said slowly, "When I first met you, I felt that you looked a bit like that old man Zhang. So, what is your relationship?"

The middle-aged cultivator was silent for a moment before he spoke, "He is my father. When I was young, a cultivator took a fancy to me and brought me into the sect to practice... However, few people knew about this, and everyone thought I had passed away due to illness."

"After I've completed my studies, I'll occasionally come back to visit my family. This time, I brought some elixirs for my father to prolong his life and keep him healthy."

Lu Zheng nodded, "You are a filial son."

The middle-aged monk couldn't help but say, "Although I am a cultivator, I cannot forget my roots. I can't serve my parents all year round, so this is the only way to repay them."

Lu Zheng asked curiously, "If you're repaying your family, why did you allow monsters into the village to eat your sheep? Is there really no prey on this mountain? Besides, that so-called divine talisman in the village was also made by you, right? I sense the same aura on you. It's not a divine talisman at all."

"I'm surprised you're the one who caused all this. You said you didn't know the Wild God, but you caused all this trouble and went to help repair the temple? What does this mean? Shouldn't you explain it?"

The moment he saw the middle-aged monk, Lu Zheng felt that something was increasingly wrong.

It seems that what happened in Dayuanzhuang was not the work of a wild god at all.

After hearing what Lu Zheng said, the middle-aged cultivator looked a little nervous. He actually let Lu Zheng know so much.

The middle-aged monk thought about it and said, "My father believes in God, so he asked me to do this on purpose so that he can take the opportunity to repair the temple and curry favor with him..."

"Nonsense!" Lu Zheng's eyes turned cold. "Why would you need to do anything to repair the temple? Can't you just go and please the god? As a Qi cultivator, I'm sure that wild god will give you some face."

The middle-aged monk couldn't think of any reasonable excuse after hearing this.

Lu Zhengdao: "I ask again, where is that wild god?"

The middle-aged monk remained silent, and suddenly a number of talismans flew out of his sleeves, and suddenly a spiritual light shone.

The next moment, the middle-aged monk was wrapped in light, and the space began to fluctuate.

Lu Zheng's eyes flashed, and his majestic aura swept over like a vast ocean, instantly enveloping the middle-aged monk.

The original spiritual power fluctuations were instantly annihilated, directly suppressing the person on the spot, unable to escape.

(End of this chapter)