Chapter 352 I came from Daleiyin Temple to forge a sword for Mr.
An Ruolu's three-foot long sword at his waist was full of gaps, and it didn't look like a sword capable of cutting iron.
Only the words on the scabbard looked thick and majestic, as if they were mentioned by everyone.
He was equipped with such a sword all the way from Zhufeng Mansion on Anxi Road to Taixuanjing.
If other people knew that such a weak scholar traveled thousands of miles from Anxi Dao to Taixuanjing in such a world where bandits were rampant, they would probably find it incredible.
But in fact, An Ruolu only traveled half a month to receive the letter from Chong'an Sanzhou.
He has a peaceful expression, a red mole between his eyebrows, and a ruler in his bag. He is a private school teacher in Zhufeng Mansion.
Once upon a time, a huge incident occurred on Anxi Road.
"I concealed my identity and became a private tutor in a wealthy family's house. Unexpectedly, on my way back to my hometown, the young lady of that family was kidnapped by thieves and taken to the mountains. After just one night, her body was gone.
So An Ruolu dug out his iron-cutting sword buried deep in the courtyard and went up to Bandit Mountain alone.
Overnight, more than three hundred bandits on the mountain were killed by his sword. This incident spread throughout the world, and everyone in the world knew that An Ruolu of Zhufeng Mansion was a powerful swordsman who was hiding in the city.
But very few people know that the swordsmith who has forged two first-grade famous swords in one go over the past thirty years is the same person as him."
Ji Yuanzhi and Li Shen were playing chess.
The two sword pills, one white and one black, in Zhong Yubai's hand were like two Go pieces, clashing in his hand.
The man in black's eyes were full of curiosity.
"The news has spread that Lu Jing was able to go to Zhangwu Dao in such a short period of time. He is indeed a person who is willing to give and take.
The divine spear born in Lutan...even the immortals covet it, but he gave it to God Yu Dong easily."
Zhong Yubai had a smile on his lips: "I had known Lu Jingqi's temperament, and that magic spear paired with Yu Dongshen wouldn't have buried him.
With the help of Lutan Silver Spear, Yu Dongshen ascended to the realm of heaven and man. Not long ago, there were storms and thunder over the three states of Chong'an.
On the third day after that, God Yudong climbed up the city wall and watched the Northern Qin army retreat. This shows that God Yudong has survived the first thunderstorm and created the real heaven.
The generosity of young people can often create a new atmosphere in the world."
Li Shen pushed the "cart" forward and ate Ji Yuanzhi's "horse". His face showed some pride, and he still stared at the chessboard and said: "The Prince of Chong'an always repays kindness.
Not to mention the three hundred warriors riding tigers and Shi Daiqing.
Just the fact that An Ruolu came to Beijing to forge swords for Lu Jing was a considerable reward.
I just don’t know if An Ruolu has not made a sword for a long time. Is his sword-making skill still the same as before?”
Ji Yuanzhi also immersed himself in looking at the chessboard. I wonder if he saw the smile on Li Shen's face, but he just raised his cannon and crossed the mountain, eating the advancing bishop, and then captured Li Shen's army.
Li Shen suddenly stopped laughing.
While he was thinking, Ji Yuanzhi raised his head and looked at the sky, only to feel that the storm and clouds in the sky were getting heavier and heavier.
"The West Tower is approaching, and Lord Shuiyun will personally settle the culpability of mortals for depriving themselves of the power to call the wind and rain.
Although Lu Jing seems to be happy now, in fact he is still facing a huge crisis.
If the sword is completed, it may give Lu Jing a little more confidence in surviving the disaster.
But I just don’t know...if I can get this sword in time.”
Ji Yuanzhi was well-versed in hundreds of classics and was a famous Confucian in the world with extraordinary knowledge.
When he spoke like this, Zhong Yubai frowned: "It sometimes takes decades to make a good sword.
It's a pity that the West Tower in the Sky doesn't leave much time for Lu Jing and An Ruolu."
Zhong Yubai just finished speaking.
But the man in black coughed lightly and said, "It's easy to handle, I got a Fiery Plant from Yang Valley.
I originally wanted to use it to step into the Great Dragon Elephant Realm, but unfortunately the road ahead was unclear, and my path of cultivation seemed to have reached its extreme state.
Since we are in the extreme realm, even if this fire is beneficial to me, it will only be of limited benefit. Rather than wasting such a treasure, why not..."
Fu Wudao didn't finish speaking.
Li Shen, who was thinking hard about how to solve the situation, suddenly raised his head when he heard Fu Wudao's words.
He leaned forward and asked carefully: "Is the fierce fire that Brother Wudao said he got from Yu Yuan..."
Zhong Yubai and Ji Yuan's eyes also changed, and the courtyard became silent.
The man in black, whom Li Shen called Brother Wudao, stretched out two fingers and gently twisted them in the air.
"Purple fire..." Zhong Yubai sighed with exclamation in his tone.
Ji Yuanzhi squinted his eyes and stared at the man in black in front of him.
"Brother Wudao, please think clearly. Lu Jing is my minister of Dafu and the Duke of Dafu after all.
Brother Wudao gave up this purple fire plant and gave Lu Jing a sword made of purple fire. It can be used as brother Wudao. If anything happens in the future.
The sword forged with purple fire will probably become a natural chasm blocking the way for Brother Wudao."
When Ji Yuanzhi said these words, Li Shen was obviously very surprised, and immediately became a little scared: "Mr. Ji...can't you just say these words casually?"
Ji Yuanzhi was obviously not afraid, he just shook his head and said: "The Holy Lord has great courage, except that the chess game of heaven and earth is contrary to my thoughts.
He is still the world-swallowing king in my heart.
Do you think... that Fu Wudao and Zhong Yubai entered Taixuan Capital together and became the Holy Lord, and the imperial court didn't know about it?"
"In Taixuan Capital, hundreds of flowers bloomed and ideas abounded. The Holy Lord was not unaware of it, but he just turned a blind eye.
It is for this reason that I dare to let the crown prince of Li Xia Kingdom live in my residence.
Because of this, from the position of a good friend, I still want to remind Brother Wudao that Lu Jing is my Duke of Dafu."
Ji Yuan's words both inside and outside proved that the man in black seemed to have a deep hatred for Da Fu.
Both Li Shen and Zhong Yubai were silent.
Li Shen didn't know what he was thinking.
Zhong Yubai was close to Lu Jing, so he naturally hoped that Fu Wudao, the Yuyuan Purple Fire, could be used to make a sword for Lu Jing.
But he had been on the Northwest Road for more than a year and had a very deep friendship with Fu Wudao.
Fu Wudao had the same interests as him, and they were both ministers of the country's subjugation. They also had the same views on the world.
Even when the West Tower in the sky was about to fall to the earth, with his identity as Fu Wudao and his past assassinations of Emperor Chongtian, he still dared to come to Taixuanjing and wait for an opportunity to help Lu Jing...
This kind of pride also makes Zhong Yubai admire.
But what Ji Yuanzhi said is true. After all, Lu Jing is the great Duke of Jing, and Fu Wudao has the ambition to restore the country, so he always has to have more worries.
So Zhong Yubai was as silent as Li Shen and did not persuade him.
On the contrary, Fu Wudao, who was dressed in black, just shook his head when he heard Ji Yuanzhi's words.
"It is not young people like Lu Jing who can be grand. I am already old, but I still admire young people like Lu Jing.
So what if I just gave him a Purple Fire without thinking too much?"
"Besides... I heard about what Lu Jing did on the Hezhong Road, and I also read his proclamation on slaying the dragon, and the Ten Thousand People Monument he erected.
After entering Taixuanjing, he happened to hand over another memorial, daring to angrily rebuke Taichong Longjun for doing something that others would not do.
Such a character is actually quite incompatible with Taixuanjing."
Ji Yuanzhi, Li Shen, and Zhong Yubai all understood.
They looked at the faint smile on Fu Wudao's face and understood that Fu Wudao was making a big gamble.
"Even if Lu Jing is incompatible with Taixuanjing, but with Jianjia Shangmin's experience, I'm afraid it won't be easy for him to leave Taixuanjing." Ji Yuanzhi stood up, turned and walked into the east hall.
When he returned to this small pavilion again, he had a white bone in his hand.
"The reason why I wrote that sentence of sending the gods back to the Qingshan Mountains with thousands of horses is actually because of the gods and ghosts in Baigui Mountain."
Ji Yuanzhi spread his palms and looked at the white bone in his hands.
Li Shen and Zhong Yubai didn't know what was in Ji Yuan's hand.
Fu Wudao suddenly frowned. He took a step forward, and his burly body pressed against the thin and old Ji Yuanzhi like a mountain.
"Is this the Yama finger bone?" Fu Wudao asked.
Ji Yuanzhi's voice was slow: "With Yu Yuan's purple fire and the iron-cutting sword in An Ruolu's hand, the Yama finger bones that I have cherished all my life have a place to go."
Fu Wudao seemed extremely surprised and remained silent for seven or eight breaths, then said immediately: "In this case, it means that An Ruolu's skills are lacking, or he is unwilling to forge swords.
With the Purple Fire, Yama's finger bones, Taichong Dragon King's keel, plus the Dongtu Mountain Spirit and Tianlu Fire given by Emperor Chongtian when Lu Jing was promoted to Duke, no matter how hard it is, he can forge a weapon that is as good as the Butcher's.
The sword of immortal black gold.
After all, the Immortal Slaughter Black Gold is Emperor Chongtian's sword, and this new sword was blended with Lu Jing's divine thoughts, energy and blood when it was forged, and it was tailor-made for him.
Lu Jing holds a sword, and its power is incomparable to that of the Black Gold Slayer."
"If you think about it carefully, no famous sword has been born in this world since the Lingchao."
…
Lu Jing stood on the Jokhang Mountain, where the huge Buddha statue reached into the clouds, and the Buddha's aura was rippling among the clouds and mist, which made people feel revered.
By the stream at the foot of the mountain, Lu Chongshan was still sitting cross-legged in front of the Buddha, reading Buddhist classics.
Lu Yi stood beside Lu Jing and looked at Lu Zhongshan with a rather lonely look in his eyes.
"I don't know when my father is willing to return home. I often visit him these days, but I find that he has become more and more pious, studying classics every day, even to the point of sleepless nights.
Third brother, look at his body, he is getting weaker and paleer, and if he continues like this, I'm afraid..."
Lu Yi has changed greatly from about two years ago.
There are a few elegant hairpins on her head, and her original two ponytails have been transformed into girlish buns. Even her cheerful personality has changed and become a little reserved.
"It's a good thing that you left the Lu family."
Lu Yi watched her father recite scriptures while talking to Lu Jing: "That mansion seems to be dead. It has no popularity on weekdays.
The old lady is old, her eyesight is not good, and she often cannot hear when others talk to her.
Sometimes when I can't hear it, I lose my temper. Except for Miss Mallow, the other maids don't even dare to get too close to her."
"Brother Lu Qiong is unwilling to study. He always wants to travel around the world. The eldest master does nothing. Mrs. Zhong tries to get angry with him but to no avail. In addition, the eldest master takes twelve concubines in just one year and gives birth to a child.
Nine children.
Mrs. Zhong is very angry. A few days ago, she heard Chunhui whisper to the maid in my room. It is said that Mrs. Zhong vomits blood every night, and the uncle does not even look at her."
"Sister Ning Qiang doesn't want to get married, and the old lady is angry with her. There is always a lot of commotion in a house that has no worries about food and clothing.
Third Brother Jing, fortunately the mystery has blossomed.?
Lu Yi frowned, she really didn't know why the Lu family became like this.
When she turned her head, she found Lu Jing looking at her carefully.
"Brother Jing San, what's wrong with you?" Lu Yi asked in confusion.
"Come with me." Lu Jing called to Lu Yi, then descended from the Jokhang Mountain and went to the South Hall.
In front of the South Hall, someone planted some mountain mushrooms, but the harvest has not yet come.
Cheng Hui is fertilizing these mountain girls, and the stench is overwhelming.
However, Monk Shenxiu fled very far away and commanded Cheng Hui at the top of his voice.
Until Lu Jing and Lu Yi came over.
The delicate and shy Cheng Hui realized that she smelled bad and couldn't help but blush.
"Mr. Lu Jing." Monk Shenxiu greeted Lu Jing from afar as if he were an old friend. He immediately turned his head and shouted to a thatched house, "Brother Bodhisattva, come out quickly. You mentioned it to me before.
Mr. Lu Jing is here."
"Abbot?" Lu Jing and Lu Yi were both a little surprised.
But he saw a short monk with a face that couldn't be called outstanding walking out of the thatched hut.
When the monk saw Lu Jing, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"Abbott Monk of Daleiyin Temple, I have met Duke Jing Guo."
The monk put his palms together and saluted Lu Jing.
Perhaps seeing the confusion in Lu Jing's eyes, the abbot added another sentence: "The title of the abbot is not his identity?"
"Is there such a dharma title?"
What else would Lu Jing say, but Lu Yi on the side was quite surprised: "Then the disciples of the Great Leiyin Temple are called confusingly, aren't they?
You are the abbot, and the abbot of Daleiyin Temple is also the abbot."
"The abbot of Daleiyin Temple is already a Buddha, and cannot be called abbot." The abbot monk squinted his eyes, glanced at Lu Yi with a smile, and then warned carefully: "This female donor can be planted in the house.
What tree?"
Lu Jing raised his eyebrows when he heard this.
Lu Yi replied: "There are all kinds of trees at home. I wonder which one the master is talking about?"
The abbot monk touched the ring scar on his head and seemed to notice something, but he did not want to say more. He only told Lu Yi: "On weekdays, a Sanskrit incense candle is always lit in the room, which is good for the donor's sleep."
Lu Yi nodded, but did not take these words seriously.
"Mr. Lu Jing rarely comes to see me. I don't know why?" Monk Shenxiu was wearing a white monk's robe, with a smile on his handsome face.
Lu Yi was a little disdainful.
This monk is a bit too flattering.
"I'm here to borrow a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from Master Shenxiu. I only have a pen with me, and I've run out of ink and paper." Lu Jing said this, but he was a little surprised.
We parted ways across the river for only a few months.
This Shenxiu monk actually reached another level.
But he came to the Jokhang Temple several times, but never saw him practicing, as if Monk Shenxiu's cultivation level can enter the temple without practicing.
Monk Shenxiu turned back to the thatched house, found pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and moved a table.
"Mr. Lu Jing, do you want to write?" The abbot smiled kindly and leaned over his head: "When I was at Daleiyin Temple, I heard pilgrims say that Lu Jing is unique in cursive writing in the world.
This time I made a special trip to Taixuanjing to look for Mr. Lu Jing, but I didn’t expect to see Mr. Lu Jing writing?"
"Come here specifically to find Mr. Lu Jing?" Monk Shenxiu suddenly became a little angry: "Didn't Senior Brother Abbot say when he came that you came to Taixuanjing specifically to find me and reminisce about old times?"
The abbot and the monk chuckled: "Junior Brother Shenxiu and Mr. Lu Jing are actually on a special trip."
Lu Jing picked up his pen and was about to write.
Lu Yi asked on his behalf: "Master, why did you come to see my third brother Jing?"
The abbot's smile grew brighter: "I came from the Great Leiyin Temple to forge swords for Mr. Lu Jing."