Chapter 353 Forging a Sword for the Juvenile Sword Armor
"Come from the Great Leiyin Temple to forge swords for Duke Jingguo?"
Not to mention Lu Yi, even Monk Shenxiu and Cheng Hui, who was looking at the thatched house from a distance, had some surprises on their faces.
Lu Jing glanced at the abbot and the monk. The ray of vigor he had brewed long ago was still intact. This vigor fell into the Zhixin pen, was stained with ink, and finally fell on the straw paper on the desk.
Lu Jing was dressed in white clothes, holding a heart-shaped pen in his hand, and his writing posture was very steady. When he put down the pen, a ray of righteousness was mixed with the ink and printed on the straw paper.
But what surprised Monk Abbot and Monk Shenxiu was that the white-clothed Duke Jing Guo wrote a line of text at random, and each stroke was like the shadow of a sword, which made people feel chilled all over.
The two of them were in awe.
Lu Jing wrote two pages of papyrus in succession. Each page was just a line of poetry, but it made Lu Jing sweat profusely on his forehead, as if he had experienced a big war.
"The shadow of the sword passes away alone with the lonely moon, and the Wenjing blows high and spreads across the sky!"
"The sun spits out the whale's back, and the sword's shadow opens up the dragon's scales!"
On two pieces of papyrus, Lu Jing wrote two lines of poetry in cursive.
When the poem was completed, the ink aura mixed with sword aura and wisps of awe-inspiring aura penetrated through the back of the paper, looming in the void.
Neither Lu Yi nor Cheng Hui could understand the mystery of this poem, but they were just surprised by the blazing sharpness in these two lines of poems.
The lonely moon passes, and the nine heavens open!
Spit out the whale's back and open the dragon's scales!
Every image is majestic, and the sword's soaring aura makes them admired.
But in the eyes of Monk Shenxiu and Monk Abbot, the words on these two pieces of papyrus have great uses.
"Lu Yi, please keep these two pieces of papyrus. When you return to the Lu Mansion, you will find two kits, fold the papyrus and put them in them.
You and your cousin must not forget to take it with you, it may be useful in critical moments."
Lu Jing handed two pieces of straw paper to Lu Yi and gave instructions carefully.
Seeing Lu Jing's solemnity, Lu Yi carefully placed the two pieces of papyrus close to her body, but she still had some curiosity in her eyes, wondering what the purpose of these two pieces of papyrus was.
The abbot monk on the side smiled brightly and said: "Jing Guogong's sword energy can be opened for nine days, and the awe-inspiring energy can be used by gods and ghosts...
Now the sword energy and the awe-inspiring energy are all integrated into these two pieces of calligraphy, but I didn't expect that these two ordinary pieces of papyrus would have such an honor, and be able to receive the poems of Duke Jing that can kill demons and eliminate demons."
Monk Shenxiu on the side was obviously dissatisfied when he heard what the abbot said.
He curled his lips and said, "Senior Brother Abbot, this is wrong. Grass, trees, mountains and rivers have their own forests, and all things are not noble or inferior compared to humans.
I never thought that senior abbot also likes to flatter noble people."
"Noble?" Lu Jing was a little confused.
I still remember that two years ago, when he looked up from the Taixuan Gold, his eyes were filled with noble people.
After just two years, he became a noble person in the eyes of others.
Lu Jing had this thought and was about to say something.
The abbot monk on the side smiled and shook his head and said: "It's not that I want to flatter Duke Jing Guo, but I suddenly woke up from the dream of the Buddha in Leiyin Temple, and I probably saw some secrets.
So I was specially sent here to flatter Duke Jing Guo, and also to make a sword for Duke Jing Guo, so as to build a good relationship."
Suddenly wake up from a big dream, come to make a good relationship?
Lu Jing touched the Immortal Slaughter Black Gold on his waist and asked, "Buddhism has always been unwilling to be implicated in bad karma, so it's natural that the master made a special trip from Leiyin Temple to forge a sword for me.
However, forging a sword for Lu Jing will inevitably offend the dragon clan in the world, and Daleiyin Temple is a holy land of Buddhism, so why bother to wade into such troubled waters?"
The world is vast, and it is not only the great seas in the five directions that can give birth to true dragons.
Close to the Northern Qin Dynasty and the Western Regions.
As far away as the demon kingdom on the sea, there are real dragons entrenched in Yuyuan and Yanggu.
The grievances and resentments between Lu Jing and Wufang Hai are nothing, but if Lu Jing uses the sky dragon bone to forge his portable sword, he will always suffer the wrath of the real dragons in the world.
When the abbot monk heard Lu Jing's words, his expression turned bitter: "Forging a sword from the bones of the Eighth Realm Heavenly Dragon is not an easy task.
If Duke Jingguo wants to forge a sword, I have brought with me a relic of a great monk, and the Great Leiyin Temple is willing to give it to you. Why bother to refine the bones of the heavenly dragon, and why do you need to contaminate it with evil causes for no reason?"
"The great monk's relic?"
Monk Shenxiu was obviously startled when he heard the word relic from the abbot's mouth.
Lu Jing couldn't help but frown.
He carefully watched the short and fat visitor from Leiyin Temple in front of him, who always had a smile on his face and whose energy and blood were unfathomable. He still had many doubts in his heart.
The relic... itself is a rare treasure.
For Buddhism, relics are left by eminent monks and are often enshrined in temples and collected in high towers.
The relics of some eminent monks can even receive incense and have a transcendent status.
However, the abbot of the Great Leiyin Temple came to Taixuanjing and said that he was here to make a sword for Lu Jing. He also brought with him a relic of a great monk and was willing to give it to Lu Jing to make a sword...
This inevitably made Lu Jing feel doubtful. Daleiyin Temple did not have much connection with Lu Jing.
The only intersection was when Lu Jing was on the Hezhong Road, when he wrote the Dragon-Slaying Essay in Changliu City, and the practitioner from Leiyin Temple who carried the Bodhisattva on his back came to help him.
Speaking of which, Lu Jing still owed the Jingting Walker a favor.
Under such a background, Daleiyin Temple acted like this, which puzzled Lu Jing.
Monk Shenxiu and Chenghui looked at each other in silence.
Lu Yi understood the relics and dragon bones, but she didn't know what her third cousin wanted to do.
The abbot monk saw the doubt in Lu Jing's eyes and couldn't help but suppress the smile on his face.
"Why are Duke Jing Guo so surprised? You are still young, but you hold the position of Duke. You are from the lineage of Taihua and cultivate, and you live in a town of 80,000 households.
Not to mention the preciousness of the Duke's position, with Taihua's lineage and Jing Guogong's talents, the Duke's energy and blood cultivation will skyrocket. One day, he will build the heaven with his body and step into the realm of immortals.
possible.
As for the Duke's Yuan Shen cultivation...it reflects the five Yuan stars, and even the three extremely rare stars of Taibai and Heavenly King in the human world. The road ahead is bright and clear.
As long as the Duke of the country does not die, he is at least a deity.
If a person like you wants to forge a sword, what does it mean if Daleiyin Temple gives you a relic of a great monk?"
"If Duke Jing Guo is willing, he can actually send letters widely.
I don’t know how many famous families in the world will come to see Duke Jing and help forge swords together."
The abbot monk spoke eloquently, and at the end, he smiled slyly: "But among the famous families in the world, there are few people like me, the Great Human Buddha of Leiyin Temple, who can daydream like me. I didn't know that Duke Jing was about to forge a sword and gave me a big thunder."
This is an opportunity for Yin Temple to get close to the Duke."
His words made Lu Yi on the side full of surprise.
She looked at Lu Jing from time to time, saw Lu Jing's calm expression, and sensed Lu Jing's aura as deep as the abyss.
A few years ago, the young Lu Yi felt disgusted with his third cousin because the Duke of Nanguo delayed his engagement and gossip spread in Taixuan Capital.
But today, Lu Yi was shocked to realize that this third cousin who came to Jokhang Temple with her...had become a real big shot.
Even Buddhist holy places like Daleiyin Temple come to please me.
Thoughts flashed in Lu Yi's mind.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the road coming from a distance.
"There is only a giant Buddha on earth in the world. How can he dream of a giant human world?"
This is wrong."
Someone was walking down the path holding a fly whisk.
The person who came was wearing a black Taoist robe, with a bun on his head and a tuft of beard on his chin.
This man of life has sharp eyebrows and sharp eyes, and he even carries a long sword behind him.
The long sword is very broad, just like the legendary demon-killing sword of the founder of Jiutiandang Demon.
When the abbot monk saw the person coming, his face suddenly became more angry.
"For flattery, Zhenwu Mountain also wants to fight against Daleiyin Temple?"
"Since it is a good relationship, if we can get it from Daleiyin Temple, then naturally we can get it from Zhenwushan."
The Taoist shook his fly whisk and saluted Lu Jing.
"Zhenwu Mountain Dao Sword Walking?"
Lu Jing could see the hilt of the Taoist sword at a glance. The hilt was densely engraved with Taoist sutras, mostly scriptures about killing demons and protecting peace in the world.
Looking at the style of the sword hilt, Lu Jing could not tell where this Taoist from Zhenwu Mountain came from.
"Taoist Zhao Qingyang has met Duke Jing Guo."
Zhao Qingyang saluted Lu Jing respectfully.
The abbot monk winked and made faces at Zhao Qingyang.
Zhao Qingyang frowned and cursed: "Half of it is about to be buried, but you are still playing around like this."
Lu Jing glanced at the two of them, then looked at Zhao Qingyang: "You came to Taixuanjing to forge swords for me?"
Zhao Qingyang shook his head: "Reporting to Duke Jingguo, the Taoist doesn't know how to forge swords, but he was ordered by my mountain master to come to Taixuanjing specially to deliver a furnace of incense ashes to Duke Jingguo."
As he spoke, he touched the sleeves of his Taoist robe, and a furnace of incense ashes suddenly appeared in front of him.
Lu Jing didn't know the origin of the incense ashes, but with his current level of cultivation, he could easily tell how much vitality was contained in the incense ashes.
These vitality are like crystals deposited in the incense ashes.
"In this incense burner, I just picked out a grain of incense ashes. I'm afraid it is also a very valuable treasure."
Lu Jing whispered in his heart.
But Zhao Qingyang glanced at the abbot monk and said: "The great Buddha in the human world is already a Buddha, but he can only dream of the human world.
Although I, the Lord of Zhenwu Mountain, am only a mortal, I also know that Duke Jing is about to forge a sword.
If the Buddha can do it, so can ordinary people."
"Brother Abbot, I wonder if the ashes of my furnace are more valuable than the relics of your great monk?"
The abbot monk clasped his hands together, called out the Buddha's name, shook his head and said: "The relic is as valuable as the Buddha's body, how can a furnace of incense and ashes compare to it?"
Zhao Qingyang smiled to himself and said nothing more.
But the look in his eyes seemed to be scolding the abbot and the monk for deceiving himself.
The relics of Daleiyin Temple.
Incense ash from Zhenwu Mountain.
Lu Jing looked around.
The abbot, the monk, and Zhao Qingyang also saluted Lu Jing.
The two men's eyes were burning, as if they were waiting for Lu Jing to choose his side.
Monk Shenxiu and Lu Yi also looked at Lu Jing.
Unexpectedly, Lu Jing thought about it for two or three breaths, but suddenly turned his head and walked outside the Jokhang Temple.
"Lu Yi, let's go."
Lu Yi woke up with a start and hurriedly caught up with Lu Jing.
Monk Shenxiu, Zhao Qingyang, and Monk Abbot looked at each other and silently watched Lu Jing leave.
…
"Brother Jing, since they have sent treasures here.
And I listen to what the Taoist priest and monk said, whether it is relics or incense ashes, they are all rare treasures.
Since they sent it, you just accept it."
Lu Yi is no longer the girl who only cared about playing before. She has grown two years older and has become much more mature. She can understand the hidden meaning of her words.
"Da Leiyin Temple and Zhenwu Mountain just formed a good relationship in advance when they saw that Third Brother Jing had a bright future.
Third brother Jing might as well collect the treasures and form some good relationships with them. How can he be alone all the time when he is already a high-ranking official?"
Lu Jing was a little surprised when Lu Yi said such words.
Lu Jing turned around, took a closer look at Lu Yi, whose eyes were shining, shook his head and said, "So forming a good relationship is nothing more than debt.
If I collect relics and incense ashes, I'm afraid I'll have to pay back some more expensive things in the future."
Lu Yi was quite puzzled: "Having said that, the Great Leiyin Temple and the first-class Zhenwu Mountain are considered legends to most practitioners.
It means lending money. Zhenwu Mountain and Daleiyin Temple will not lend money to ordinary people.
Since Third Brother wants to make swords and has this opportunity, what's the harm in taking these debts?"
"Of course it doesn't matter." Lu Jing smiled casually: "It's just that I am not a sword maker after all, and good materials are not enough for making swords.
For things like this, of course you have to ask the real swordsmith."
Lu Yi became interested, with a pleading look on his face, and a bit of girlish coquettishness.
Lu Jing smiled at her.
"In that case, I will take you to see a real swordsmith."
…
In Sifang Wine Shop.
An Ruolu was wearing a green scarf, with a pot of wine in front of him, and was listening intently to someone on the stage.
The middle-aged storyteller had a straight body and a mole on his right cheek, which gave his originally handsome face a philistine air.
At this time, the middle-aged man was telling a story, actually talking about Lu Jing entering Xiyun Hailong Palace alone, and many real dragons in Xiyun Dragon Palace were plotting to swallow up the island and perform blood sacrifices to the people on the island.
And the young man Lu Jing, carrying his sword and controlling the lightning, came to the Western Sea of Clouds alone.
Slay thousands of dragons and destroy the Dragon Palace!
"good!"
After saying this, everyone in the Sifang Wine Shop who was listening to the book cheered loudly.
The middle-aged man ignored the guests' cheers for "one more time" and went to the back of the hall.
A quarter of an hour later.
In front of An Ruolu, the middle-aged man who was originally a storyteller was looking at him carefully.
"Brother An is willing to leave Zhufeng Mansion?"
An Ruolu looked calm and shook his head at him: "When it comes to age, I'm afraid it's not an exaggeration for me to call you my ancestor."
The philistine middle-aged man rubbed the mole on his cheek and asked: "Why are you here? Is it to repay King Chong'an's kindness? Or to forge the third sword that will be famous throughout the world?"
An Ruolu tilted his head and replied: "Not only to repay King Chong'an's kindness, but also to forge a third first-class famous sword."
The middle-aged man sneered: "You don't want to forge swords anymore. Daji has your hard work in it, but she has never climbed a level and ranked among the top ten in the world.
You have reached the top of your own mountain. There is no way to the top of the mountain. It is already too difficult to go up any higher.
Compared with the blacksmiths in the world, you are still far behind the two sword-forging monsters in Yu Yuan and Yanggu.
In such a state of mind, I think you no longer want to forge swords, and you have come to Taixuanjing just to repay the kindness of Zhongan Sanzhou."
An Ruolu sighed: "Is this how you comfort me?"
The middle-aged philistine narrowed his eyes.
An Ruolu was silent for a while, "That's true."
After he finished speaking, he paused, and his eyes suddenly showed some light: "Fortunately... I came to Taixuanjing to make a sword for that young swordsman Lu Jing!"