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Chapter 25: Overnight Discussion

Chapter 25: Overnight Discussion
"What is that place?"

"A temple in Jinhua."

“But it’s a famous mountain and ancient temple?”

"Maybe not."

"Then why did you ask me specifically?"

"I heard there's a demon in there."

"Oh? What demon?"

"A tree demon who calls herself Grandma."

"What's there to be afraid of the tree demon? Just burn it with fire."

"That demon is a little different. He controls tens of millions of female demons and ghosts who specialize in absorbing the spirits of men who have passed away to cultivate. It is said that he is already a powerful demon."

"Why don't the novice monks in the temple do anything about it? Or do they allow the demons to harm people for money and life?"

"They all died at the hands of this monster."

Chen Ji said slowly.

"Bastard!"

Yan Chixia slammed the table and stood up!

"The demons are bullying Buddhism and Taoism. Do they really think there is no one in the righteous path?"

After a pause, he remembered something and looked at Chen Ji.

"Fellow Daoist, your memory is incomplete and you have never been out of Xiantai Mountain. How did you know about this place?"

"From what the birds and beasts in the mountains say, it might be a false rumor."

"Perhaps, but if there are rumors, they must be true. If I pass by this place someday, I will go here and kill this monster with my sword!"

Yan Chixia said loudly.

Sword?

Chen Ji thought of Yan Chixia's weapons in his memory again, and became curious. He looked at the square box that Yan Chixia had just opened.

"Could it be that what Daoist Fellow has been carrying on his back before, is it a sword?"

"Indeed."

"Can I take a look?"

"Others can't do it, but if you say so, it's fine."

Yan Chixia untied the black cloth, revealing a carved wooden box inside. He opened the lid and found an exquisite little sword inside.

A literal small sword.

It is no more than two inches long, pure white, crystal clear and shiny, and as wide as a leek leaf.

The sword is pure white, yet shrouded in a thick layer of blood. However, it does not have much of a sinister feel, but rather a solemn and murderous intent.

Chen Ji knew that this was not the real body, so he used the Qi-gazing technique to look at it.

Sure enough, a layer of sword-shaped sword energy was seen surrounding the small sword. It was the same length as the sword used by ordinary swordsmen. Sword energy was constantly emanating from the sword edges on both sides, making it even sharper and more intimidating.

If you listen carefully, you can faintly hear the sound of wind and thunder.

It turns out that the sword energy becomes the sword, and the small sword is just the sword heart.

"What a sword!"

Chen Ji blurted out.

"No wonder you refuse to give up martial arts. It would be a waste to use such a good sword with magic."

Yan Chixia clapped his hands in delight.

"I was told that fellow Taoist truly understands swords. Ordinary people would only think this is a child's toy, not realizing it is a truly exceptional sword."

"Excellent, excellent! It's truly a joy to discuss Dao with someone like you!"

Yan Chixia laughed wildly, poured another cup of realgar wine and drank it all in one gulp, hot air coming out of his mouth, his beard and hair fluttering in satisfaction.

"Why do you keep drinking realgar wine?"

Chen Ji asked curiously.

After all, realgar is also poisonous. Most people only drink it during the Dragon Boat Festival for its effects of curing diseases, warding off evil spirits and repelling insects. I have never heard of anyone drinking it all the time.

"Get rid of the cold poison."

Yan Chixia did not hide it from Chen Ji.

"I once encountered a ghost from the underworld. To escape, the ghost entered my body and damaged my five internal organs. I could only use realgar wine to slowly remove the poison."

"I couldn't practice ordinary techniques, so Lu Pan found some for me. I learned talismans and swordsmanship. Only if I could master them to a high level could I refine the poison."

"Such a vicious ghost, such a domineering poison, even Lu Pan is helpless?"

"Some things must be solved by yourself, just like your fellow Daoist whose soul is incomplete but can practice breathing techniques."

"Besides, we can't rely on Lu Pan for everything."

"Too."

Chen Ji nodded slightly.

After all, spiritual practice is one's own business. Relying on outsiders, external demons, and external ghosts is not a long-term solution.

The only right way is to rely on yourself.

This matter touched him the most.

Strange stories, filled with them!

However, after knowing Yan Chixia's injury, Chen Ji took out a few pieces of Polygonatum and gave them to him.

"These medicinal herbs, prepared by the foxes in the mountains, are quite old and can be used to nourish the body. I wonder if they are of any use to you, fellow Taoist. This will be a thank you gift tonight."

"Hundred-year-old Polygonatum, this is too precious!"

Mountain medicine, fortune-telling and divination are all cultivation techniques. Although Yan Chixia is a sword cultivator, he has also studied it in depth. He can tell the age of the Polygonatum with just a light sniff and waved his hand to refuse.

"Not really. There are many on the mountain. I once dug out some that are thousands of years old, but I'm still working on them and didn't bring them down."

"..."

Yan Chixia fell silent.

That is a thousand-year-old Polygonatum, a treasure from heaven and earth.

No pharmacy in Hejian Prefecture can afford it.

But Chen Ji said it was no different from ginger.

He thought Chen Ji came down the mountain because he had no money, but he never imagined that the things he had could not be bought with money.

But Chen Ji's performance was natural, and had nothing to do with showing off, he was just stating the facts.

"Fellow Daoist Yan invited me to discuss Dao and didn't care about money, so why are you being so coy about it? Do you think I should sell my Huang Jing before paying you back?"

Yan Chixia couldn't refuse now, so he bowed and accepted the Polygonatum.

"Thank you very much, fellow Daoist!"

Seeing that he accepted it, Chen Ji asked what the realm of cultivation Yan Chixia had just mentioned was.

Although the books in the Fox Library contain cultivation techniques, they do not explain the realm of cultivation.

He had forgotten to ask Miss Bai and Senior Huai when he was on the mountain, so now was the perfect time to ask Yan Chixia. "Realm."

Yan Chixia thought for a moment and replied.

"As long as you know how to practice, you can be considered to have entered the path of Taoism."

"If I can practice for a few more years and master a few techniques, and not be afraid of ordinary demons and ghosts, and even be able to deal with them, then I will have achieved some success."

"Going one step further, being able to control nature and summon wind and rain with the help of talismans and magical instruments is a sign of profound Taoism."

"As for the later realms, transcending the ordinary and becoming a saint is rare in the world, and the realm of immortals is only found in legends. There are no further records, and I don't know much either."

Yan Chixia said slowly.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist. This is enough."

Chen Ji thanked him and secretly thought that the distinction between these realms was indeed not obvious.

If we talk about the time when I entered the Tao, I should be considered as the beginner now.

When it comes to dealing with demons and ghosts, I can be considered to have made some progress. However, I don’t know how profound my own Taoist skills are.
Chen Ji was thinking, his mind wandering, when he suddenly heard Yan Chixia waking him up.

"Fellow Taoist is in trouble!"

"If you can cultivate it, you can cultivate it tomorrow. If you can't cultivate it, you can't cultivate it until you die. Why bother worrying about it and wasting this beautiful moonlight? Come, have a drink!"

Yan Chixia poured a full glass of wine and toasted to Chen Ji.

"Too!"

Chen Ji shook his head, feeling that Yan Chixia was indeed a swordsman, very free and easy.

When Lu Pan was here, Chen Ji had already talked a lot about his own experiences.

While drinking, Yan Chixia also talked about some interesting things that happened during his cultivation.

Soon, the two pots of wine were empty, and Yan Chixia took out another pot.

Chen Ji was surprised.

"Friend Yan, can you really not finish this wine?"

"When drinking with a good friend, a thousand cups are not enough. With Fellow Daoist Chen by my side, I can drink as much as I want, even ten thousand cups are not enough!"

"but……"

Yan Chixia suddenly stood up.

"Since we are discussing the Dao, why don't we take turns performing our magic? If you are not convinced, I will perform a new one. If you are convinced, I will drink a cup."

"Friend Yan, you are killing me and destroying my soul. I only know four spells, and I can't perform two of them. Do you really want to get me drunk?"

Chen Ji leaned back in his chair, smiling and shaking his head.

Yan Chixia's expression froze.

"Is that so... I saw that you were very skilled in the art, and I thought you knew a lot."

"But I've only been practicing for less than half a month, how many can I possibly know?"

Yan Chixia covered his chest.

As a sword cultivator, he realized for the first time that the truth is more hurtful than sword energy.

However, the swordsman was carefree and didn't mention the matter anymore.

"In that case, I will demonstrate my swordsmanship to Fellow Daoist Chen!"

“Excellent!”

Chen Ji sat up straight and opened his eyes wide.

He was also curious about Yan Chixia's swordsmanship.

If what he said before is true, Yan Chixia is now a true swordsman.

"Fellow Taoist, please take a look!"

Yan Chixia stood up, pointed his sword at the wooden box on the table, and shouted anxiously with his leopard eyes wide open.

"Here comes the sword!"

"sieve."

Chen Ji only felt a flash of crystal light in front of his eyes, like a white silk thread across the sky, circling the edge of the table for a few breaths before slowly dissipating, and the air was filled with a cold sword energy.

Looking at the small sword again, it was hanging next to Yan Chixia, as if the sword energy had nothing to do with it.

"call."

Yan Chixia blew lightly, and the candle on the candlestick on the table broke into several pieces.

"receive!"

Yan Chixia pointed at the box again, and Xiaojian lay back down.

The whole set of movements is smooth and smooth, which is pleasing to the eye.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Chen Ji praised sincerely.

"Having cultivated swordsmanship to such a level, Fellow Daoist Yan will surely become a Sword Immortal in the future."

"I'll take advantage of your kind words, Taoist friend!"

Yan Chixia laughed.

At this time, Chen Ji remembered Mr. Su's instructions and asked Yan Chixia.

"Do you know where I can forge a sword? I want to forge a sword."

"You want to learn swordsmanship?"

Yan Chixia glared and hurriedly tried to dissuade him.

"Fellow Daoist, you have a talent for practicing magic, but you must not waste it."

"Swordsmanship is not something that can be mastered overnight, and it requires physical fitness. It is difficult to master it nowadays, fellow Daoist. If you really like it, I can teach you a set of health-preserving sword techniques."

When Chen Ji heard this, he knew that Yan Chixia was wrong.

"It's not that I want to practice, but the elders in my family want one."

"Or the debt collector?"

"Yes."

Yan Chixia was silent for a moment, then his eyes lit up.

"In that case, you don't need to forge a sword. Just come back with me to Qingliang Mountain and find someone to give you another sword."

"Can you give the sword away so easily?"

"Just win the fight!"

Yan Chixia laughed out loud.

"A fight?"

Chen Ji fell silent, feeling somewhat expectant, yet also wondering if it was too ostentatious.

But thinking that Mr. Su's old friend was in the temple, he should be fine, so he agreed and fell into a deep sleep.