Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 95 94 Subduing the devil is a god, and being possessed by the devil is inferior

Li Cunxiao pulled the reins in front of the Jiang family manor.

Chili snorted loudly, and the young man on the horse was a little dazed for a moment.

He said he was here for a blind date today, but in fact, the matter was settled once Zhang Lishi and Jiang Rui had reached an agreement.

His wishes and Jiang Qi's wishes are not that important.

Originally, he thought that this day would not come so soon, but who knew that Jiang Rui seemed to be even more anxious than Zhang Lishi, and made the decision in no time.

"It seems that something must have happened between the Jiang family and other families in the inner city."

Li Cunxiao dismounted and looked at the guards cautiously coming forward at the door. He handed over the reins, but was thinking in his heart what he should say when he met the father and daughter of the Jiang family.

It's inevitable to be nervous when meeting your parents for the first time.

But just as the man at the door reached out to take it, Li Cunxiao suddenly grabbed the reins and asked in a deep voice:
"Where is your master?"

The man's expression remained unchanged. "The master is waiting for you inside."

"Captain Li, please leave the horse to me. Someone will come to greet you."

"Oh, that's how it is."

Li Cunxiao loosened his grip on the reins, and the guard breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to come forward to take the reins, he suddenly heard another question:

"Has your master given a banquet?"

Damn, this Li Sanlang is such a country bumpkin, asking all sorts of questions.
"Of course. You are a distinguished guest, and the servants at home have been busy since noon."

"Really? What dishes will be served at the dinner, and what drinks will be available?"

Am I him?
The Murong family guard almost couldn't help cursing, but he lowered his head and suppressed his anger:
"There are fish sashimi, cold noodles, crispy noodles, and red lamb sticks."

The names of more than a dozen dishes were recited like a rhyme, but there was no sound of stopping.

The guards of Murong family looked up in confusion, but were shocked to find that the person in front of them had actually ridden on a BMW, turned into red lightning, and ran dozens of feet away!

"What a bullshit party! The yard is as quiet as a morgue and it smells of blood. Do you think I'm stupid?"

Li Cunxiao held Chili tightly, his whole body leaning on the horse's strong back, his face looking extremely ugly.

Something must have happened!
He didn't notice anything wrong at first, at most he just felt that the guard was a little nervous.

But when he looked closely, what a coincidence! He had seen this man outside the county government office last night. He was a guard of the Murong family.

At this moment, Li Cunxiao's heart suddenly rose to his throat. The more he tried to probe, the more flaws he found.

The Jiang family father and daughter who were supposed to be waiting for him were not there, and instead someone from the Murong family was guarding the door. The result was self-evident.

Zhang Lishi chased after him closely, but he was still one step too late. Even if Jiang Rui hadn't died, he would most likely have been controlled by his brother Jiang Kan.

The marriage was over before it even began.

"Who leaked the news about the Hongmen Banquet? Did the Murong family know I was coming?"

"We must report this to Master immediately."

Li Cunxiao suddenly pulled the reins and squinted his eyes to look ahead.

Xie Donglai brought dozens of knights and blocked their way.

"Li Sanlang, aren't you here for the banquet? Where are you going?"

Xie Donglai's expression was cold, and the murderous intent in his eyes was undisguised.

Regardless of whether he knew the truth or not, the person in front of him was the culprit who killed Zhao Xiaoyi in every sense.

If Murong Bo had not instructed him to use this man to sow discord in the escort agency and promised to let him do whatever he wanted with him afterwards, he would have already drawn his sword and killed Li Cunxiao!
"I suddenly remembered that I have something to do at home, so I'll be back soon."

Li Cunxiao didn't know what Xie Donglai was thinking. He only knew that he must never put his life in the hands of others.

At this moment, the golden compound eyes scanned the surroundings, quickly calculating the escape route.

As soon as we find an opportunity, we will break out of the encirclement immediately.

With his speed, escaping at full speed would not be a problem, but he would inevitably get injured.

But Xie Donglai has blocked his retreat, so who will be waiting for him in the manor?
"Li Sanlang, why don't you come in? This isn't how you behave as a guest."

When Li Cunxiao heard this voice, he got goose bumps all over his body.

When he turned around, he didn't see anyone, but a demon in a cassock, walking towards him with a bloody mouth.

It’s Murong Bo.

Li Cunxiao's heart sank suddenly.

Now even if people can escape, I'm afraid the horses can't.

"You seem afraid of me?"

Murong Bo looked at the sturdy young man on the black horse with great interest, and tapped his finger lightly:

"Speaking of which, the Pegasus under your crotch is actually a gift my father prepared for me to improve my internal organs."

He deliberately lengthened his voice when he said this, but he didn't see the panicked reaction he expected.

Li Cunxiao's face seemed to be frozen, expressionless.

"Then may I thank Master Murong for his generosity?"

"You're a bit too polite," Murong Bo became more interested.

Ever since he came out of seclusion, his peers have been very submissive to him. People like Xiao Ji and Ye Rongzu who knew some inside information kept their distance from him, and it was difficult for him to find someone to chat with.

He had no friendship with Shi Tie and just wanted to find an opportunity to kill him so that he could truly live up to his reputation as the number one among the younger generation in Chuqiu.

At this time, Li Cunxiao, Shi Tie's junior fellow disciple, faced him with neither servility nor arrogance. Even his internal organs' perception told him that the young man in front of him was ready to strike at any moment.
So funny.

He secluded himself for three years, living in a daze for most of the time, like a wild beast, which really suffocated him.

However, after he came out of confinement, everything had changed. Even though he wanted to see his mother and sister, he didn't dare to do so, and his father quietly restricted his activities.

Compared to the occasional bloodthirsty impulse, this feeling of being treated as an alien is more maddening.

On the contrary, when facing the enemy, he inexplicably felt a sense of relief.

"Li Sanlang, do you want to go back to the manor with me and sit for a while, or do you want to talk here?"

Li Cunxiao said without hesitation, "Young Master, if you have anything to say, please say it here."

"Li Sanlang, don't be so angry!"

Xiao Ji frowned and was about to step forward with his whip in hand, but Li Cunxiao didn't even look at him, but just looked at Murong Bo.

"Very alert," Murong Bo said without any concern and waved his hand.

"Everyone, disperse. Let me have a few private words with Li Sanlang."

Xiao Ji looked at Li Cunxiao with resentment, his gaze lingering on his black cloud-patterned boots for a long time, before he rode his horse back.

Xie Donglai also led his men back with a stern look in his eyes. Faintly, a huge circular encirclement appeared, trapping the two of them in the center.

"Li Sanlang, you are a genius and a smart person."

"Two months of broken muscles, this is a performance only achieved by disciples of major sects in the prefecture. Even I have to admit defeat."

"With such talent, are you willing to be trapped in a small place like Chuqiu County and spend your whole life as a bodyguard living in the open air?"

"Do you know how vast the world is, how many martial arts there are, and how the most advanced martial arts are used in combat?"

"Don't you want to travel to a wider world and witness the martial arts of a higher level with your own eyes?"

"Zhang Lishi's martial arts heritage is incomplete. If you follow him and practice his patchwork martial arts, you will never achieve anything in the future!" "Come to me, martial arts, demon meat, secret medicine, whatever you choose! I can even marry my sister!"

Murong Bo is not only eloquent but also has a sharp eye.

As a former genius, he knew best what young talents aged eighteen or nineteen desired.

Divine power, precious sword, beautiful woman, and admiration from all. Who dares to say that he has no desires?
But Li Cunxiao is no longer a hot-blooded and impulsive young man.

His heart grew colder day by day, and he began to subconsciously weigh the interests and guess the other party's motives no matter what happened.

What is Murong Bo's purpose? To win me over?
No, Xie Donglai is Murong Bo's confidant. In his eyes, I am the enemy who killed his nephew. How could he possibly watch me become the son-in-law of the Murong family?
Unless the Murong family thinks that my role is greater than Xie Donglai's.

But this is impossible.

So they're trying to sow discord? Making me their accomplice? And then, after the deed is done, they'll use me as a scapegoat?

Knowing the enemy's request, Li Cunxiao suddenly felt more confident. On the outside, his icy expression seemed to waver a little.

"The eldest master seems very optimistic about my future? But you said that Master Zhang's martial arts are a patchwork of various techniques. How can he be on par with your father?"

Murong Bo heard the other party's intention and thought there was a chance. He said calmly:
"I admit that Zhang Lishi has some talent. He has even mastered the Little Yasha sword technique to this level, but you have to know that this only shows that they are equal in combat power."

"If we talk about your future in martial arts, you are a disciple of Zhang Lishi, and your skills are far inferior to those of my Murong family's Red Marrow True Skill."

"what for?"

"Li Sanlang, how do you think we can distinguish between high and low martial arts in this world?"

Murong Bo kept the secret, and Li Cunxiao was happy to play dumb.

"I only know that martial arts are divided into three levels: high, medium, and low."

"Superficial! Zhang Lishi is so stingy that he even hides these common sense things."

Murong Bo sneered, not forgetting to put on some eye drops.

"The three levels of superior, middle, and inferior are not wrong, but they are too general. Whether in Buddhism or Taoism, the method of distinguishing between superior and inferior is the same."

"To subdue the devil and become a god or a Buddha is the highest form! To follow the devil's nature and become a ghost or a beast is the lowest form!"

"Even if one can nourish the internal organs, open the Huangting, and even transform into a true form, their potential is ultimately limited. Sooner or later, they will be possessed by demons and die, becoming a laughing stock!"

Subduing demons makes you a god or Buddha? Subduing demons makes you a beast?
Li Cunxiao was now really in high spirits, as if he didn't know that he was facing a mortal enemy. He humbly asked:
"Then the Red Marrow True Skill inherited from the eldest son's family must be a truly superior martial art?"

"That's right." Since Murong Bo regained consciousness, he had a rare opportunity to "teach others a lesson", and the person he was teaching was a genius who was no less than him. He felt a little happy in his heart.

"You should know that the Tantric Buddhism reveres the Five Buddhas of the Five Directions as the original source. The Tathagatas of the four directions, east, west, south, and north, all emanated from the central Vairocana Tathagata."

"But in fact, apart from these, the profound and mysterious methods of the Heavenly Kings, Vidyarajas, Bodhisattvas, etc. are also extraordinary."

"My Murong family's inherited Red Marrow True Skill is a relic from a great Tantric sect, passed down from the Bodhisattva Marichi."

"Although before reaching the Huangting realm, he was still in the form of a Haimu demon, and looked no different from the Yaksha and Naga heretics."

"But after breaking through the Huangting realm, one can transform demons into Buddhas and achieve Vajrayogini. In turn, one can suppress the demon in one's heart. The risk of becoming a demon is much smaller than that of your Yaksha sword technique."

"If you can marry into my Murong family and become their son-in-law, it wouldn't be impossible for you to be taught the Red Marrow True Skill."

Just bragging.

Li Cunxiao almost rolled his eyes. He sounded so impressive, but how could he have been in seclusion for three years, relying on this rare and precious cassock of unknown origin to stay awake?

But he had indeed seen the so-called Hai Mu when he was evacuating from the assassination attempt on Zhao Xiaoyi.

It has a long and fat nose, big ears that stick out in the wind, and a mane on its back, looking exactly like a wild boar.

In Tantric Buddhism, pigs represent the "ignorance" among the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance.

Vajrayogini holds an axe facing the pig's head, symbolizing the elimination of ignorance, the summoning of wisdom, and the destruction of delusion and troubles.

Although Li Cunxiao had not personally seen the other party's so-called superior martial arts, he had indeed read many similar stories in Buddhist scriptures.

For example, his nickname Nezha actually refers to the third prince of the Northern Heavenly King Vaisravana. In the original Buddhist scriptures, he was called "Nezha Kubala Yaksha General".

The so-called Yaksha is actually a Yaksha. The lower-class Yaksha is just an evil ghost, while the higher-class Yaksha is no different from a celestial being.

Another example is the well-known Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, characters like Asura were all foreign demons at first, but after they converted and surrendered, they became protectors of Buddhism.

I don’t know whether the stories of demons came first and the martial arts to subdue them came later, or whether it was the other way around.

"In short, what Murong Bo said is somewhat credible."

"But if I say I'm going to teach you the fundamentals of martial arts, I'm afraid only a three-year-old would believe it."

After hearing the information he wanted to know, Li Cunxiao lost interest in talking.

Murong Bo could see this too. Sowing discord wasn't something that could be accomplished simply by speaking. The seeds of suspicion needed time to take root and sprout.

If Li Cunxiao changed sides on the spot, he would not only not believe it, but would also think it was a trick.

"Li Sanlang, words alone are not enough, so I will give you another gift—Xiao Ji!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Ji came over on horseback with an indignant look on his face, holding a wooden box.

"You must have taken the Jade Marrow Cream and Power Wine from the Flying Tiger Escort Agency, but the Red Marrow Pill from our Murong family is ten times more effective."

"After taking it, it can not only cleanse the bones and marrow, but also temper the muscles and skin membranes, promoting the perfection of the three trainings."

Li Cunxiao was surprised when he heard this and took the wooden box from Xiao Ji, who looked reluctant.

When it was opened, inside was a nearly transparent agate bottle with three pills clearly visible.

He poured out a pill, which was crystal clear like jade. An inexplicable fragrance penetrated his nostrils, and Li Cunxiao even felt hungry.

This pill? !

"Think about it carefully, Li Sanlang. Even if you want to refuse, these three pills should be considered my gift to you today."

Li Cunxiao closed the box without saying anything. Seeing Xie Donglai in the distance making way with a cold face, he bowed, lightly stepped on his horse's belly, and quickly disappeared at the end of the road.

"Master, it's fine if the Cloud-Stepping Shoes stay with him for now, but why did you give him the Red Marrow Pill?"

Isn’t this capitalizing on the enemy?

Xiao Ji was full of complaints and was actually a little jealous of Li Cunxiao. After all, he had never been treated like this by Murong Bo.

But Murong Bo seemed to have heard something funny, he burst into laughter and even shed tears.

"Red Marrow Pill? Hahahahahahaha, indeed, it is indeed Red Marrow Pill, but it is not just Red Marrow Pill."

"Is there poison in it?"

Before Xiao Ji had time to be happy, Murong Bo glanced at him impatiently and snorted coldly.

"Spoiling! He's just a muscle, I killed him like a chicken, poisoned him?"

"My Lord, that's not what I meant."

Xiao Ji's face froze, and before he could explain, Murong Bo had already galloped away, his heart filled with a different kind of pleasure.

"It's not poisonous. Quite the opposite. It's made with the finest ingredients: the most refined flesh and blood of martial artists who practiced the Golden Bell Cover."

"Li Taizhi can only refine ten bottles."

He seemed to have thought of something, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his eyes were full of malicious joy.

"Jiang Rui, you said I was a man-eating madman, but if the good son-in-law you chose also ate people, and you still enjoyed it."

"You, what should you think?"

(End of this chapter)