Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 132 131 Is it really him?

"how can that be"

Taiyi Zhenren's expression kept changing, sometimes ferocious, sometimes kind, sometimes frustrated, and sometimes excited.

The intense inner struggle was reflected on his face, but his eyes, which seemed to be in a daze, were always focused on Li Cunxiao.

"Zhang Lishi clearly told me that he returned empty-handed that time, but now the Wind Wheel has appeared on his disciple."

"He lied to me? No, he didn't dare, and he couldn't lie to me."

"Could it be that someone is setting me up? Li Cunxiao is just bait they threw out! They want to disrupt my state of mind and plant a nail in Louguandao?"

"No! He is one of the Eight Demons, and his heart is pure. How could anyone be willing to use him as bait?"

"Is it really a coincidence, or..."

A possibility that he most wanted to see but most dared not believe emerged in his mind, and Taiyi was in a state of confusion for a moment.

Looking at Li Cunxiao, who was still clueless and holding the hilt of the Dragon Bird Sword, a voice appeared in his heart:

"If we catch him and torture him, won't everything be clear?"

Just as a fierce look appeared on his face, another voice seemed to ring out:
"How foolish! Wasn't it this same way that you acted on your own and forced your son to death back then? Are you going to repeat the same mistake again?!"

The five fingers that were about to touch the burly young man withdrew as if they had been electrocuted, hesitation and confusion filling their cheeks.

In his more than one hundred years of life, Taiyi Zhenren once again found himself in a dilemma.

At this time, the screams of the woman in labor in the room became more painful, and Master Jingyue's cries became more tense.

As the layers of voices came into his ears, he became more and more irritated and depressed, forcing him to make a decision.

Taiyi suddenly let out a long sigh.

The figure disappeared in place.

At this time, Zhang Lishi was on his way.

"Fortunately, Pingdingshan is not far from the state capital, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to escape in time."

Under the cover of the wide robes, the pair of fleshy legs had long since turned into indigo skin and dark blue nails.

The knotted muscles contracted and stretched, and with the help of true energy, he could fly ten feet in one step.

This speed is faster than that of an ordinary horse.

According to Zhang Lishi's understanding of that senior, the other party was moody and did things based on his mood.

He was afraid that his disciples might not be considerate enough in some way and that the happy event would turn into disaster.

So he abandoned his horse and ran away at full speed.

In this way, we can get back to the city in less than half an hour.

"You can't keep up with your wife's delivery speed."

What? Already giving birth?

Zhang Lishi was startled at first, then horrified. He turned around and saw that it was Taiyi Zhenren who appeared beside him on horseback at some point in time.

"Senior said my wife is already in labor? Is she safe?"

The words were spoken with a certain haste, which might have been considered offensive under normal circumstances.

But Taiyi Zhenren was not in his usual state at this time.

Looking at the worry in Zhang Lishi's eyes, a sense of envy inexplicably emerged in my heart.

'He's a better father than me'

The thought flashed through his mind, and Taiyi Zhenren's expression softened a lot.

"Don't worry, I gave your wife a magic pill, and both mother and child will be fine."

"Thank you, senior," Zhang Lishi breathed a sigh of relief and then reacted.

"Senior, you've been there. Have you met Li Cunxiao?"

Taiyi Zhenren suddenly fell silent.

"Can you tell me in detail about your encounter with Li Cunxiao?"

"Now?"

Zhang Lishi kicked off and flew another ten feet. He really couldn't understand what the other party was thinking.

But Taiyi Zhenren's words were not a request.

He patted the blue horse's neck gently, and the latter suddenly let out a low growl.

Under Zhang Li's shocked gaze, the latter's limbs swelled and stretched, claws grew on all four hooves, the mane on the neck grew wildly, and a piece of flesh grew in the middle of the horse's tail.

Finally, the rectangular horse head widens to the left and right, with sharp teeth growing out of its bloody mouth, revealing the majestic face of a lion.

And there are as many as nine such lion heads!

"senior."

Before Zhang Lishi could finish his words, he felt a gust of wind lifting his body up, and he could not move except his mouth.

The scenery on both sides seemed like twisted and stretched colored threads that kept flying backwards. The only thing clear in front of his eyes was the dark and incomprehensible gaze of Taiyi Zhenren.

I had no choice but to speak.

"Sanlang and I met at my daughter's birthday party. That day, the opera troupe was rehearsing a play featuring a superstar."

Zhang Lishi started by talking about the other party's brave nature, his own sudden inspiration, and their "connection with Buddhism."

Zhang Lishi fell into reminiscence and was about to talk about Zhang Que'er's momentary willfulness, but when he noticed Taiyi Zhenren's expression, he suddenly closed his mouth and buried his head deeply.

The other party's eyes were already wet, and he kept muttering:

"His nickname is also Nezha."

Is there really such a coincidence in the world?
Is it really him?

The speed of the nine-headed green lion was much faster than that of a horse or someone walking. After just a few dozen breaths, Songzhou City was already in sight.

The two-meter-tall green lion arrived at the city gate and transformed itself into a green horse.

Zhang Lishi was in a daze, but saw a man and a horse entering the city gate, so he hurried to follow.

The guards on both sides seemed not to see anything and just let the two of them walk in.

Taiyi Zhenren, who was walking in front, suddenly spoke.

"I haven't told you about my origins yet, have I?"

Zhang Lishi was shocked. He didn't want to know the big shot's secret at all.

But his upper and lower lips seemed to be stuck together and he couldn't speak. It was obviously the other party's trick.

"My common name is Li Yaoshi. I am from the Danyang branch of the Li family in Longxi. I am the youngest son in the family."

Taiyi Zhenren spoke to himself, with a look of nostalgia on his face.

"I have been gifted since childhood, and my talent in alchemy was also revealed early on. I became a disciple of the Louguan Dao at the age of fifteen."

"I still remember that when I was thirty-five, I had already achieved a breakthrough and was praised by the head teacher and the eldest senior brother as the most talented person in the sect from ancient times to the present."

"I was full of ambition and ambition at the time, but my family started urging me to get married."

"I hate being ordered around, so I decided to go down the mountain and travel."

"I was young and absurd. In order to fool everyone in my family, I just went around being affectionate so that they could clean up my mess."

"The higher the warrior's realm, the more difficult it is to have children. Most of those women come from small families. Even if there are nearly a hundred of them, I don't think even one child will be born."

"After venting my anger, I returned to the sect and continued to study the Dao of Alchemy and hone my martial arts."

"Until I was sixty years old."

Taiyi Zhenren's voice began to deepen, and Zhang Lishi had a bad feeling in his heart.

He was a little afraid to listen any further, but the other party continued to narrate:
"That year, I encountered a bottleneck in my alchemy practice for the first time. It was both novel and irritating to me."

"But at this moment, the family suddenly sent a young man."

“They told me this was my son.”

"I named that young man Li Qingtong and accepted him as my disciple."

"But Qingtong is not a well-behaved disciple, nor is he an obedient son."

"He doesn't accept the new name I gave him. He only likes the nickname given to him by his mother who died prematurely."

"Nezha." A flash of lightning seemed to pass through Zhang Lishi's mind, and he suddenly recalled what the other party had said before.

Pingdingshan is not Taiyi's cave, but the tomb of his disciples.
Every year during the Ghost Festival, the other party would come here regardless of the weather.
The strange wind guarding the tomb, the Suzaku breathing fire
Although he couldn't guess the specifics, as a father himself, Zhang Lishi suddenly had an epiphany:
Oh no, Saburo has become a substitute!
If Li Cunxiao became Taiyi's disciple, even if it was just a nominal title or just a menial job, he would be happy.

Because that was achieved through Li Cunxiao's personal talent and hard work, step by step, without any falsehood.

But in the current situation, it is obvious that the other party, for some unknown reason, projected the feelings that did not belong to Li Cunxiao onto him.

This is just like those ministers who are fortunately promoted but "are not familiar with classics and government affairs". Even if they can temporarily win the favor of their superiors with their strange skills and tricks, once the latter's mood changes, the former will have to pay a heavy price for the gifts that are beyond their ability to bear!

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had arrived at the gate of the yard rented by the escort agency.

At this time, Zhang Lishi found that he could finally speak, and he suppressed his inner fear and said:

"Senior, there are so many people in the world who worship Buddha. I'm afraid this is just a coincidence."

As soon as these words were spoken, Taiyi's expression suddenly turned gloomy.

The sky seemed to be affected by his mood. In the blink of an eye, dark clouds suddenly appeared in the sky, covering the sky above the escort agency.

The light around him seemed to dim suddenly. Zhang Lishi was about to step into the inner courtyard where his wife was. But when he landed, he was surrounded by darkness.

Only the faint flash of thunder above his head illuminated Taiyi Zhenren's face, which was dim and unclear.

This Nezha is not the same as that Nezha.
Zhang Lishi really wanted to say this, but looking at the scene that seemed like a natural disaster, both real and unreal, he couldn't open his mouth.

In just a few breaths, Zhang Lishi seemed to have relived his entire first half of life.

Until a loud cry suddenly came from the delivery room——

"Wow!!!!!!"

Boom!

The thunder dragon tore through the dark sky, and in a blink of an eye, Zhang Lishi found himself back in the yard.

"Don't tell anyone about what happened today."

The old Taoist's voice lingered in his ears. He glanced around, his daughter and disciples all looking at him in surprise, but Taiyi was nowhere to be found.

“Wow! Wow!!!”

"It's born! Mother and child are safe!"

"Madam, it's a little boy!"

The noise was piercing his ears, and his worry for his wife instantly overwhelmed everything else. Zhang Lishi rushed into the delivery room, while Zhang Yuelu and others let out a long sigh, not caring about the other party's "disappearance" for a moment.

"In the Huangting realm, does the power of true qi enhance a warrior so significantly?"

"Master's speed just now was faster than mine."

Li Cunxiao thought about this and remembered the dark purple, almost brown cloth that the other person was wearing.

What kind of weird clothes is this?
After a while, Zhang Lishi changed his clothes and walked out of the delivery room, holding a few red envelopes in his hand. With a very happy look, he handed one to each of Li Cunxiao and others.

"Thank you for your hard work. This is a small token of my gratitude."

"Your mistress just gave birth and can't stand the wind. The same goes for the little one. I'll bring him out for you to see another day."

Zhang Yuelu asked curiously, "Dad, how much do you weigh?"

"It weighs a full twelve pounds. It must have really tormented your mother."

Zhang Lishi still felt a little scared when he talked about it, and was secretly grateful to Taiyi Zhenren for the elixir.

The other party is a man of his word. If he says so, he will definitely do it.

"Brother, how much did I weigh when I was born?"

The news that Madam Zhang had given birth to a little boy had already spread throughout the escort agency, and Li Mucha soon rushed over after hearing the news.

If it were someone else, they would not be able to enter the yard at this sensitive moment when Mrs. Zhang had just given birth.

"You? You seem to weigh just over four pounds."

Upon hearing this, Li Cunxiao couldn't help but think of the days when he was hungry and cold.

The thin Mu Cha was weak and sickly, but he survived every time tenaciously.

Filled with emotion, Li Cunxiao looked at his now strong brother and suddenly reached out to lift him up.

Mu Cha was a grown-up boy now, and his face immediately turned red with embarrassment, and everyone burst into laughter.

In the cheerful atmosphere, Taiyi Zhenren stood in a corner of the courtyard, quietly looking at the burly young man.

The latter has a mature face. Although he is only nineteen years old, he looks like he is twenty-seven or twenty-eight.

In this world where one becomes a father at the age of sixteen, Li Cunxiao, holding a wooden pitchfork, looks more like father and son than brothers.

The old Taoist suddenly let out a few low laughs, the emotion in it was hard to describe.

"If Zha'er were still alive, my grandson would be too."

"He's a genius, and he's also subdued Feng Lunyuan. Now that we've met him, why not give it a try?"

"In short, it's just some unique skills, magical elixirs, and magical artifacts—what does it mean to me?"

"But eight demons, tsk, really give me a difficult problem."

Not to mention how worried Taiyi Zhenren was, on the escort agency side, the chief escort was so happy to have a son that he naturally made great arrangements.

Yuanhua was even more attentive. As soon as he got the news, he immediately brought his apprentice to the door to congratulate.

Needless to say, every gift on the gift list was precious. Mingzhu was even asked to take people to a tent to distribute porridge, saying that he wanted to pray for his younger brother and sister-in-law.

No matter how much Zhang Lishi had a prejudice against this snobbish senior brother, it was impossible for him to say that he was not touched by what the other party did.

Little did he know that the latter was repeatedly urged by De Zheng and had been in great pain for the past few days. He only made up his mind after Madam Zhang gave birth.

By the way, I'll do you one more favor.

Yuanhua is the deacon of Luohan Hall after all, and is somewhat of a celebrity in the state capital.

With such a big fanfare, all the big and small forces in the city knew that there was a big player like the Feihu Escort Agency, which had a background as a deacon of Tiangu Temple.

Every few days, people started to send visiting cards, and Zhang Lishi finally accepted Yuan Hua's kindness and moved the escort agency near the latter's residence.

After three or five days, when Mrs. Zhang's condition stabilized, she began to prepare for the reopening of the escort agency.

Although Li Cunxiao, Zhang Yuelu and Ye Chengxiao had requested a few days of leave with the help of Yuanhua, three days had passed in a flash and they still had to return to the temple on time.

Amidst the jubilation, perhaps only Yuanjue, who was furious after learning that the escort agency was safe, was furious.

"Failed?"

"The internal organs are perfect, but they killed a muscle, and they missed?!!"

"That Zhang Lishi even had a son. My brother Ayun, how unfairly God treats you! How cruelly he treats me!!!"

Deep in the courtyard, Yuanjue was almost hysterical. The green energy in his body flew out uncontrollably, blowing all the tables and chairs in the hall into pieces.

Outside the room, servants and maids were trembling and kneeling on the ground.

Separated by two walls, Wei Bin in the martial arts field dared not even breathe. He had never seen his uncle so furious.

After a while, Yuanjue walked out of the yard again, his expression the same as usual.

But when he looked at his timid nephew, the hatred in his heart surged again.

Wei Bin is the blood descendant of his younger brother Wei Yun, and the posthumous son of the female pilgrim from that year.

But although Zhang Lishi was expelled, his brother's reputation was also ruined.

Not wanting to hinder his nephew's future, he had no choice but to place him in the foster care of another cousin.

Yuanjue never mentioned this matter to anyone.

Now that Zhang Lishi has Yuan Hua's unwavering support, he will keep this secret deep in his heart.

Regardless of Yuan Hua's help or Li Cunxiao's hidden talent, the assassination failed.

He will not take any action until his nephew joins Tiangu Temple.

Unless he can successfully advance to his true form and have more say, then he can slowly proceed.

But knowing that the enemy is in the city, but unable to kill him, his mind is confused. Wouldn't the inner demon become stronger?

Wouldn't the hope of advancing to the true form be even slimmer?
"uncle."

Wei Bin spoke cautiously, but Yuanjue didn't dare to look at his nephew. He rode out of the house and walked towards Tiangu Temple.

He couldn't stay in this city for another moment!
(End of this chapter)